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Soaping her hands with an ivory bar, she'd gently cup the young teen's cheeks between her smooth, padded fingers, \"All that pain you're feeling will go away, little one.\" She murmurs, scrubbing her thumbs into the dirt, mud, and scuff marks on her face and upper arms, washing her as if she were a mother cleansing her child, her tone of voice only multiplying that sensation. \"Give the master a chance, he truly only wants what is best for you... You get to live in a castle, eat all the food you want, live in luxury like a queen. All he asks is that you make me him happy, is that too much?\"\n\n\"Did he tell you say that?\" The bitter hare whimpers, her eyes fixated on her reflection against the rippling waters, unable to make herself out anymore, a distorted figure of what she thought she knew, but she wasn't her. What makes a person if not their free will and consciousness? All the girls were nothing more than pets, blindly following orders and lapping up whatever their owner throws down at them, at his mercy, he could starve them and they could nothing about it. He could kill them and they could do nothing... He could ask them to kill themselves and they would at the drop of a hat. The fact that was even allowed to think should be considered a blessing, much less speak what was on her mind.\n\n\"No. I'm telling you so it hurts you less... If you want me to tell you the truth? It's going to hurt. But you are going to like it.\"\n\n\"How can it be both?\" She asks, perking her head up and turning to look at the squirrel over her shoulder.\n\n\"Because he wills it, and it will be so.\"\n\n\"That doesn't make any sense.\"\n\n\"I'm... Afraid to say... You are going to find out.\" She sighs, standing up once the little rabbit was clean, her fur glistening with water and weighed down, her white hair flat against her skull and draping down to cover one of her bright crimson eyes, \"Please don't make me come back in here again. Dry yourself off. The less you fight him, the easier this is going to be.\"\n\n\"I want to go home... Can you tell him to let me go? Please...?\"\n\n\"You know I can't. Stop making this so hard, get up, I promise that me and the girls will be here to comfort you when he's done. Just let him have his way and we will all be happier in the end.\" The squirrel tries to tell her, though didn't let her reply, tucking her long, curled brown tail between her legs so it wouldn't be caught in the door when it shut behind her.\n\nShe filled her lungs one last time as a free girl, curling her fingers against the rim of her bath, crawling out until her toes touched the chilly floor, goosebumps making her fur stand up when her lithe, small frame was pulled out of the hot water to be blanketed in the comparatively cool air. Sapphire takes one of the embroidered onyx towels, the initials not having the master's name on it since this wasn't his abode to begin with, draping it around her body and scrubbing the water from her fur. Once she was done, she draped the soft cloth around the middle of her body just to try and stay modest, her denial amplified even more, praying to all the gods she wouldn't have to expose herself to her new master.\n\nHer hands shook down to the bone as her four fingered paw reached out for the elaborate, curved, iron handle nailed to the wooden planked door, tugging it open just enough for her body to fit through, though she only poked her head out enough for one eye to see past the frame into the bedroom. It was empty, all of the girls were told to leave so he could enjoy his fresh, new, clean charge in all her glory. While he was still fully clothed, he was only wearing a baggy white shirt with a low hanging neckline and dark brown pants appeared to be made out of the same material as her potato sack dress. He was still holding the sword he brought down on her shoulder when he captured her, the mere sight of it making her shrink back.\n\nCayle's voice was like nails on chalkboard to her, making her ears hurt, her teeth grit, and eyes wince as he softly growls to her, \"Come on out, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite, this is going to feel REALLY good.\" The sword flashed in her eyes as if the sun had just reflected off of it, her feet suddenly shifting against her will once more. She'd hesitantly put one trembling foot in front of the other as she was forced out of her shelter, her hiding hole, the one place she thought she could be safe, finally revealing herself to him, gripping her towel with her hands to keep it up out of fear he'd rip it off of her. \"There you are...\" The predator licked his chops as he sized up his prey, standing up from the bed and dragging his blade behind him, then hefted it up with one hand to rest the dull tip on the indent of her collarbone right at her neck, \"I am going to make some adjustments. Stand still, please.\"\n\nAs if she had a choice. She froze in place, enough to make a statue fix its posture, the pointed edge so close to her neck all he would need to do is trip to end her existence, but her captor was more composed than ever, practiced, he had done this over a dozen times before and now would be no different, \"You are going to feel some strange sensations... Do not be alarmed, they are normal.\"\n\nThe onslaught of weaknesses made the sword vibrate and reach a blinding glow that she had to shield her eyes from. A weakness for him, and weakness for his fur, a weakness for his scent, his voice, his eyes, everything from head to toe had started to make her fall madly in love with him. His musk hit her like a truck, what she couldn't smell before was now all she could focus on, want to touch his muscles and fur, but that wasn't all. He wanted to save the best for last as he implanted what she knew was coming next, a weakness for his manhood. For his seed. She wanted to please him, she hung onto his every whisper as he hammered away at anything that made her an individual, stripping away at her inside before he would even consider exposing her outside, his grin getting ever wider watching the little rabbit relax, her eyes going distant as her real self was locked away in the back of her consciousness. Sapphire, a name he asked for in passing but was going to forget soon enough, did not fear the sword, did not fear the master, did not fear anything in this moment. The thousand yard stare of a soldier who'd seen one too many battles pierced right through him as Sapphire stood outside of her body watching in.\n\n'What is he doing? Stop... Please stop! I don't want to do this! I want my parents, I don't want you, get away from me. Run! Move! Scream! Do something! He's going to-'\n\n\"Make your master happy... Drop your towel. Let me see your beautiful body, it is nothing to be ashamed. You are young, older women would kill to have a body like yours, wear it with pride.\" The corners of his lips curled viciously, leaning back against the bed and rubbing the distension twitching between his legs and stretching up just below his belly button, masked only by the thin cloth of his trousers. He has been patiently waiting for quite some time to indulge in his new mind-slave.\n\nHis dimly glowing yellow eyes undressed her even as the one thing protecting her innocence dropped to her ankles. His expression softened when he looked up from between her legs to see her eyes... She was still shaking. Her nose twitched, sniffled, her eyes beginning to water, softly sobbing even after all the weaknesses he had pumped into her, \"You're still there? You are a strong one aren't you? It's okay... I'm not going to break you. I'm going to mold you. I'm going to make you a woman, doesn't that make you happy?\" He asks, twisting his sword as it flashed once again into her watering eyes, the flood drying up almost immediately as she reached a new level of relaxation, unnaturally so. \"Get on the bed, I will go slow. Put your head down and hips up. You can hold the pillow if it makes you more comfortable.\"\n\nHer body was compelled, his word was law, and she feared the non-existent punishment if she disobeyed, the dread of uncertainty being compelling enough for softened mind as she left her towel on the floor and stepped over to the large, round bed, crawling onto the satin red sheets and gripping the goosedown feather cushion in her arms, burying her face into it so she wouldn't have to watch. Everything was black, she didn't want to see what came next.\n\nNothing. Nothing. Nothing... Pressure. On the right hip, squeezing, sliding up soft fur along her sides and up to her chest. Pressure. Another clasp upon her left hip. It doesn't move. Pressure...\n\nA muffled scream into the barrier between the physical and psychological realms. She couldn't move, invisible chains held her down onto that bed. She had lost her mouth, not even a word of protest could escape, all the things she wanted to say forced to overflow inside her head, backing up against her throat. All her predator saw a loose, small rabbit squeaking into her pillow, it was enough for him to see that, at least on the outside, she consented, for he had no idea the mental anguish he was soon to put her through.\n\nNothing. Nothing. Nothing... Pressure.\n\nA spark, White hot, searing pain. A friction like rug-burn. Knots tie up in her belly and a lump forms in her throat. Pressure and pulling on her hip. The friction intensified, a backdraft flowing through her weak hallway. It spread, her house was going to crumble if the fire wasn't extinguished soon.\n\nSuddenly... With only the few words, \"Feels good, doesn't it?\" It is replaced. She is on a cloud, she is being massaged, like aloe being rubbed onto a a blister, it was soothing. She'd relax again. Is this what the squirrel meant? It was nice... 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"Did he tell you say that?" The bitter hare whimpers, her eyes fixated on her reflection against the rippling waters, unable to make herself out anymore, a distorted figure of what she thought she knew, but she wasn't her. What makes a person if not their free will and consciousness? All the girls were nothing more than pets, blindly following orders and lapping up whatever their owner throws down at them, at his mercy, he could starve them and they could nothing about it. He could kill them and they could do nothing... He could ask them to kill themselves and they would at the drop of a hat. The fact that was even allowed to think should be considered a blessing, much less speak what was on her mind.
"No. I'm telling you so it hurts you less... If you want me to tell you the truth? It's going to hurt. But you are going to like it."
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"Because he wills it, and it will be so."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"I'm... Afraid to say... You are going to find out." She sighs, standing up once the little rabbit was clean, her fur glistening with water and weighed down, her white hair flat against her skull and draping down to cover one of her bright crimson eyes, "Please don't make me come back in here again. Dry yourself off. The less you fight him, the easier this is going to be."
"I want to go home... Can you tell him to let me go? Please...?"
"You know I can't. Stop making this so hard, get up, I promise that me and the girls will be here to comfort you when he's done. Just let him have his way and we will all be happier in the end." The squirrel tries to tell her, though didn't let her reply, tucking her long, curled brown tail between her legs so it wouldn't be caught in the door when it shut behind her.
She filled her lungs one last time as a free girl, curling her fingers against the rim of her bath, crawling out until her toes touched the chilly floor, goosebumps making her fur stand up when her lithe, small frame was pulled out of the hot water to be blanketed in the comparatively cool air. Sapphire takes one of the embroidered onyx towels, the initials not having the master's name on it since this wasn't his abode to begin with, draping it around her body and scrubbing the water from her fur. Once she was done, she draped the soft cloth around the middle of her body just to try and stay modest, her denial amplified even more, praying to all the gods she wouldn't have to expose herself to her new master.
Her hands shook down to the bone as her four fingered paw reached out for the elaborate, curved, iron handle nailed to the wooden planked door, tugging it open just enough for her body to fit through, though she only poked her head out enough for one eye to see past the frame into the bedroom. It was empty, all of the girls were told to leave so he could enjoy his fresh, new, clean charge in all her glory. While he was still fully clothed, he was only wearing a baggy white shirt with a low hanging neckline and dark brown pants appeared to be made out of the same material as her potato sack dress. He was still holding the sword he brought down on her shoulder when he captured her, the mere sight of it making her shrink back.
Cayle's voice was like nails on chalkboard to her, making her ears hurt, her teeth grit, and eyes wince as he softly growls to her, "Come on out, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite, this is going to feel REALLY good." The sword flashed in her eyes as if the sun had just reflected off of it, her feet suddenly shifting against her will once more. She'd hesitantly put one trembling foot in front of the other as she was forced out of her shelter, her hiding hole, the one place she thought she could be safe, finally revealing herself to him, gripping her towel with her hands to keep it up out of fear he'd rip it off of her. "There you are..." The predator licked his chops as he sized up his prey, standing up from the bed and dragging his blade behind him, then hefted it up with one hand to rest the dull tip on the indent of her collarbone right at her neck, "I am going to make some adjustments. Stand still, please."
As if she had a choice. She froze in place, enough to make a statue fix its posture, the pointed edge so close to her neck all he would need to do is trip to end her existence, but her captor was more composed than ever, practiced, he had done this over a dozen times before and now would be no different, "You are going to feel some strange sensations... Do not be alarmed, they are normal."
The onslaught of weaknesses made the sword vibrate and reach a blinding glow that she had to shield her eyes from. A weakness for him, and weakness for his fur, a weakness for his scent, his voice, his eyes, everything from head to toe had started to make her fall madly in love with him. His musk hit her like a truck, what she couldn't smell before was now all she could focus on, want to touch his muscles and fur, but that wasn't all. He wanted to save the best for last as he implanted what she knew was coming next, a weakness for his manhood. For his seed. She wanted to please him, she hung onto his every whisper as he hammered away at anything that made her an individual, stripping away at her inside before he would even consider exposing her outside, his grin getting ever wider watching the little rabbit relax, her eyes going distant as her real self was locked away in the back of her consciousness. Sapphire, a name he asked for in passing but was going to forget soon enough, did not fear the sword, did not fear the master, did not fear anything in this moment. The thousand yard stare of a soldier who'd seen one too many battles pierced right through him as Sapphire stood outside of her body watching in.
'What is he doing? Stop... Please stop! I don't want to do this! I want my parents, I don't want you, get away from me. Run! Move! Scream! Do something! He's going to-'
"Make your master happy... Drop your towel. Let me see your beautiful body, it is nothing to be ashamed. You are young, older women would kill to have a body like yours, wear it with pride." The corners of his lips curled viciously, leaning back against the bed and rubbing the distension twitching between his legs and stretching up just below his belly button, masked only by the thin cloth of his trousers. He has been patiently waiting for quite some time to indulge in his new mind-slave.
His dimly glowing yellow eyes undressed her even as the one thing protecting her innocence dropped to her ankles. His expression softened when he looked up from between her legs to see her eyes... She was still shaking. Her nose twitched, sniffled, her eyes beginning to water, softly sobbing even after all the weaknesses he had pumped into her, "You're still there? You are a strong one aren't you? It's okay... I'm not going to break you. I'm going to mold you. I'm going to make you a woman, doesn't that make you happy?" He asks, twisting his sword as it flashed once again into her watering eyes, the flood drying up almost immediately as she reached a new level of relaxation, unnaturally so. "Get on the bed, I will go slow. Put your head down and hips up. You can hold the pillow if it makes you more comfortable."
Her body was compelled, his word was law, and she feared the non-existent punishment if she disobeyed, the dread of uncertainty being compelling enough for softened mind as she left her towel on the floor and stepped over to the large, round bed, crawling onto the satin red sheets and gripping the goosedown feather cushion in her arms, burying her face into it so she wouldn't have to watch. Everything was black, she didn't want to see what came next.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing... Pressure. On the right hip, squeezing, sliding up soft fur along her sides and up to her chest. Pressure. Another clasp upon her left hip. It doesn't move. Pressure...
A muffled scream into the barrier between the physical and psychological realms. She couldn't move, invisible chains held her down onto that bed. She had lost her mouth, not even a word of protest could escape, all the things she wanted to say forced to overflow inside her head, backing up against her throat. All her predator saw a loose, small rabbit squeaking into her pillow, it was enough for him to see that, at least on the outside, she consented, for he had no idea the mental anguish he was soon to put her through.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing... Pressure.
A spark, White hot, searing pain. A friction like rug-burn. Knots tie up in her belly and a lump forms in her throat. Pressure and pulling on her hip. The friction intensified, a backdraft flowing through her weak hallway. It spread, her house was going to crumble if the fire wasn't extinguished soon.
Suddenly... With only the few words, "Feels good, doesn't it?" It is replaced. She is on a cloud, she is being massaged, like aloe being rubbed onto a a blister, it was soothing. She'd relax again. Is this what the squirrel meant? It was nice... She didn't know what was going on, but, for some reason, she didn't want it to end.
Sapphire was blind, but her ears were wide open, his voice filling the darkness with light, her own voice ringing in unison as if to respond, to join him in the chorus, she was singing with him. They'd pant, they'd moan, she had started to move on her own...
'Make it stop... Make it stop... Make it stop... Let me go!' Her soul rattled her shackles, bonds pulled taught, every time she fought another chain was added to her bindings. The rabbit shoved her body out, her body writhing, her limbs desperately pulling until she had formed a straitjacket for herself of cold metal. 'HELP! HELP! HELP-!' No one could hear her cacophony of pleas, and, soon, she had lost the use of even her mouth. Mind. Body. And Soul. It all belonged to Cayle now.
A torrential flow of sweltering magma came to wash it all away. Her ears folded back, ringing as an animalistic howl pierced her eardrums. She was full, but not like if she had eaten a full meal, it ached so much more, overwhelmed by the sensation of being flooded. Floating on the pool of slag that remained, wrapped up in her safety blanket of iron, she felt herself starting to sink down deeper and deeper, opening her eyes as she was submerged into the darkness once again.
With hot breaths wafting through the back of her neck, she heard, "You want more, don't you?"
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"...Yes, master." ",
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