The buck wasted no time in slipping that bit of cloth back over that chain and between his legs. He loathed being nude, especially for strangers like that woman. Though... deep down he felt this odd pain. This stabbing sensation as he thought on it. “Th-.... that is the first time a woman has ever been interested in me... Even if it was just because she was hungry.” He gathered up his care kit as ordered, and met back up with her at the door, his mind still in the clouds, once more out in space. He was like this, often lost in his own mind with thoughts of fear, depression, worthlessness. It had been getting better with him feeling like he had a function with his new master, but now... even that was being taken from him.


Thinking still to himself, “Do I.... Already miss him? No. I can’t. I can’t miss that pervert who took everything from me!” At this thought a slight growl came from him at the worst time as outside of that brain cage of his, in the waking world it was at the time the woman was reaching her hand up to his neck to clip on his collar. She smirked at this and put a finger over his lips. “Shhhh. I will keep my word. Your night will be peaceful. You have my word. After all, while I can’t say I was dripping in my panties for your body, I was indeed dripping from my chin with saliva. And all I said is that you needed to interest me in your body.”

The buck came back to now, realizing what had happened only to be cut off by her words. He gave a prompt nod replying with a well rehearsed, but botched, “Yes Mast-... Mistress.” His cheeks once more warmed to a pink hue. The woman walked towards the door that opened up  for her automatically, revealing the lone bodyguard outside the room on the left side. A tall, strong, noble looking Doberman dressed in a fine black and deep red metallic pin-striped suit. A bone white shirt and blood red metallic tye on his neck. But, it was then he noticed that the doberman’s hands, that set one in the other over his lower back as he stood at attention, his hands where solid gold! Seeing that the buck started eyeing him all over for more cybernetics, finding that one of his ears had some fine piercings in it, that he recognized as sensors. It was likely that the bodyguard could sense so much more than others, able to not only see, but feel the world around him without having to ever reach out and touch it. 


The body guard turned and bowed towards the tigress before speaking in a deep, and clearly cybernetically altered tone, “Miss, the lower lobby is full of popperazzi again. Word leaked that you where here with a notorious slave tradesman. They do not know who thankfully, but they do know, once again, you are picking up a deer slave like the last 4. Anti-consumer media has flooded the lower floors waiting to see you harshly mistreat your newest,... alleged meal.” The tigress nodded simply before her eyes glow for a second and her ears twitched. She spoke out “We have graciously been given roof access to take the dealer’s skycar. It will be prepared by the time we get there. Thank you Chauncey.” The doberman nodded and held out one of those golden hands invitingly towards the elevator where he started leading them onwards towards it. The woman leading Jin effortlessly behind her by his collar that he kept slack.

Once inside, the doors shut and the woman took a deep sighed breath “Showtime. I’m sorry for what is about to happen. Just know it must happen. We are both pawns in this show boy.” Jin stood behind her and to one side as trained to do, his hands behind his back like the doberman as it was not permissible to have his hands be free. She turned to face him, slipping a muzzle over his maw, and then reached behind him and quickly clipped his wrists together with some cuffs the doberman had handed her. Muzzled, leashed, and now with his arms bound behind his back, he held that little care-case behind him over his tail and rump clenching onto it’s handle for dear life in a comforting action.

As soon as the door to the roof opened, there came a few bright flashes of light, and a small crowd of about 4 people all harassing the woman and the deer asking questions as to the slave’s status. If he was legal, what it was like to fear for his life as he was about to be eaten by the most vicious woman in the city. Things that made the buck’s eyes go wide, and then recoil back from that threshold. The woman growled loudly and moved forward having looped up the buck’s leash a few coils in her hand before using it to pull his  collar hard and all but throw the buck at the crowd before kicking him square in the ass as he was already stumbling and toppling forward.


As the buck came crashing down on that harsh gravel, tar, and muck covered roof getting a little banged up in the process, the woman stepped forward snarling loudly as she literally stepped over him, having used him to make an opening in the group of people so she could move forward. The doberman had pulled out what looked like a sub-compact SMG and was now pointing it at the onlookers shouting in an otherworldly loud augmented voice “Move back! You are impeding a Sovereign Royal. By title 397 of the charter of private defense, we have the right to shoot to kill if you do not maintain a 10 meter exclusion zone or evacuate the area.” 


At this time the doberman had pushed back the crowd, and had moved up with the woman who was now at leash’s end with the buck, all but dragging him on that rough flooring as he tried his best to scramble to his knees. She even tugged a time or two more sending him back to the floor where his knees emerged from the ground bloody and bruised. The onlookers snapped pictures, and rolled video recordings of the incident which would surely make some minor media’s headlines tomorrow. Poor Jin was only able to get back to his feet in time to see the roof’s landing pad and dock sliding closed with a beautifully curvy, alabaster white skycar with gold tented windows, now opening up to invite the woman, doberman, and new slave aboard. 


Once inside, the side of the skycar slid shut totally blocking out the sounds of the outside world, the windows totally opaque for the moment as Chance the bodyguard set in the single seat that then rotated and slid towards the front of the craft. A dividing wall coming up between him and the passenger compartment.


The woman set there on the long couch-like seat, leaving the buck on his knees that would have stained the floor if it was not a matching white rubberlike material with finely polished wood inlays. Real wood.... Something no one saw anymore. More valuable than gold to look like this highly polished burreled specimen. The woman sighed and tapped a button over head that made a tray pop down from the roof holding a med-kit. “Again,... I'm sorry Jin. But we cant have anyone thinking you survived your time with me. Come here,... let's take care of those knees and your chin. She said pointing out that his chin had also taken a battering in the skuffle and was now dripping blood as well.


Jin walked over to her on those battered knees, no room to stand, and arms still bound behind him as he knew he had no other choice, and seeing he med kit gave him some hope she’d keep her word. She held up a paw as he walked forward and winced with each woddled step on those knees. “No no no... Hold still dear. Let me get these off you and then you can walk over normally. I know you’re trained to crawl if you can't stand up all the way, but don't worry, i won't tell him,... Our Master, if you don't.”


She moved over on her own knees now in that dress, moving to undo his arms from behind him, remove that muzzle, and then unclip the leash. She even helped him stand up some guiding him over towards that couch pointing at the floor in front of her, “Sit.” As he set down he pulled up his knees and once more zoned out. Those ears pinned back as he remembered the last first time he’d ever scraped up his knees and had a woman tend to them. 


The buck was lost in his childhood where he’d saved up all summer long doing odd jobs to get a bike to ride. He rode it for less than a day before someone stole it by shoving him off it then riding off into the city never to be seen again. He came home already broken-hearted only to be berated, beaten down by his mother who scolded him for ‘wasteing his money’ like that. “After all, who the hell do you think you are!? You know us herbivores can't have anything like that! The bloody carnivores will just steal it out from under you. You’re lucky he didn't beat you up more! And now all that money you wasted on that is money we could have spent on something nice for the family! Selfish little shi-” His memory was interrupted by the woman cupping his bleeding chin and lifting it to look him in the eyes where they where now nose to nose as his left eye shed a single tear, not from the pain of the current, but that pain of the past. 


The woman was so different now. She petted his head like no other person ever had, caressing his cheek and holding a bit of medicated gauze on his chin. “Shhhh,... Its over, boy. The rest of the night will be nice and peaceful I promise. We will get home, I will show you to your room, and you will be offered some food and a nice hot bath before you get some sleep. “ The buck sniffled for a second and shook his head. “S-sorry Mistress.” To which the woman looks taken aback “Sorry for what? I'm the one who shoved you down onto that poor excuse of a roof.”


The buck took a deep sighed breath closing his eyes to not have to look at her for the moment. “N-nothing Mistress. Sorry.” He said now apologizing for apologizing. This was an old mood for him. The life he’d had before  his mother died from a drug overdose leaving him on his own, where his brothers and sisters had one by one left before him, the youngest sibling.


“SShhhh. You’re alright boy. Here, rest your head on my lap and close your eyes. Its been a rough day, I know.” The buck did as instructed resting his chin there on her lap as she tended to his knees that he held tight to his chest in front of her, curled up in the fetal position resting his side against the couch she set on, her legs behind his back as she set sidesaddle like and kept his head on her hip. She put some salve on those wounds and they started to foam with a brown-green foam that left the skin under it almost entirely healed in an instant. “There we go. All better. Just relax now, it will be an half an hour or so before we get home. So; what has the master trained you in? Just food and basic manors for a slave?” The woman was petting over his head as she spoke, clearly showing some genuine care in him now as he opened his eyes and nodded up to her before speaking “I-is it true? Do you eat my species?” 


She dodged the question all together as if he’d never spoke by putting her finger over his snout. “Hush boy. Remember your rules. Only speak when spoken to, and always speak on topic unless you’ve requested permission to speak. Which you do not have for now.” And there it was. That harsh, superior tone was back once more. It caused him to curl up tighter in fear, before another thought of panic struck his mind like a bolt of lightning.He looked around for his care kit, not remembering if he’d held onto it in all the commotion. Seeing it just inside the door to the skycar near the bloody spots on the floor as he sighed an audible relief, his heart rate going back down again. 


Though this didn’t last long as the next question came from his mistress. “He’s not had sex with you yet has he? “ The reaction from the buck was a clear indicator that he felt that question was far more than a little personal. This made her giggle and pat his cheek. “No no, thats fine. It just means I'll have to go easy on you. After all, Mater has first dibs. It's my job to get you ready though. So there is that to look forward to.” She looke down at his panicked eyes and asked another beyond personal question “Are you an anal virgin?” To which he whimpered and closed his eyes once more curling up tight. He’d been a-sexual up until this point in his life. He’d had romantic ties to people before but he’d never seen sex as anything but a distraction from his daily life of trying to survive and not be attacked.


Even when he was on the street he managed to avoid selling his body for sex, partially out of fear since he was a homless herbivore. It would not be hard for him to be overpowered and for him to end up as dinner for some John or Jane. The woman broke his space-odyssey once more by tapping his nose. “I take that as a yes then?” To which Jin could only nod sheepishly.


“You know, I came to our master as a Virgin too. He made me into a woman and.... It was the most memorable moment of my life. He was so kind, so caring... I felt so safe. For the first time in my life I felt entirely safe. I let my guard down freely, willingly. Did you feel like that with him before you left too? Like,.. You finally had a place you started to fit in.” She was smiling down to Jin still, those eyes locked onto his as he looked up at her in a bit of astonishment. He replied “So.... that’s normal?” To which she replied with a giggle, covering her maw with the back of her paw to hide her large teeth from him as to be polite to an herbivore. “Yes silly! He is your master. Your defender. Your guide. Just like me. We may make you do things you hate, but as master trained me ‘If you’re entirely comfortable, you are not growing.’”


He was so shocked with how polite and sweet the woman was acting compared to that enraged psychopathic menace act that she’d put on for the media. And it started to make sense. She’d acted tougher near her master because,... she felt more confident with her master near. And even then she made a mistake too! She had to kiss his sheath to apologize for calling his bits small. Though that lesson he’d not gotten to yet to fully understand it, he understood it enough to know what went on. “M-Mistress? How will you help me grow? What am I to learn?”


She smiled and tousled his hair a bit, “I will teach you social etiquette and how to pleasure people. It will be hard work on both body and mind, but I promise you plentiful treats if you work with me. If you fight, if you struggle, then I will have to break you. This is the unspoken rule of all slaves and owners.”


As he came to understand this, it was about this time that he noticed the windows from earlier had become transparent on take off and he could see the city below still. He looked out the window behind his mistress and sighed, feeling once more some sense of peace. Though it was not without some trepidation, he felt plenty well that if all he had to learn was some rules that’d be fine.... The other part he’d have to take as it came. Entirely unsure how to pleasure someone, not even really himself. He’d masturbated once or twice as a kid to try and see how it felt, but with alone time at a premium, and the intense emotions that surrounded his youth,... he never succeeded.


The woman was humming a quiet tune while petting the deer’s head, having closed her own eyes and leaned back some. Nolonger feeling threatened by her, he started to soak in her appearance, her scent, her touch. He could see she was clearly a dragon hybrid, but not the same kind as the Kirin. An unrelated species. Her sunny orange fur with black stripes contrasted by a neck, chin and bust of fine silver scales, and the black stripes carrying over through them. She purred quietly there, her hands soft and tender like that of a cat, but her claws, longer, sharper, unable to retract, even now lightly combing through his soft hair. She was both elegant and powerful, her burgundy evening dress reflecting this nature by accentuating her mythical blood line showing off her inner thigh and stomach which where also both scaled. Though what made her clearly dragon-blooded was her tail. It was long, powerful, yet the top was covered in her soft orange and black fur and the underside was covered in scales right up to the tip where it had a prominent bit of plumage that was distinctively from one of the various dragon species. Her scent was that of plums, spices, and cherry blossoms, an orental smell that he’d not know where it was from himself, but able to appreciate that it was as exotic as she was. 


Just as he was able to get below that scent of her perfume to start smelling her own natural odors, the skycar shuddered when it landed. The side door opened up and the partition opened up and let Chance the doberman come sliding back into the main compartment as well. “We are home Mistress.” This caught the buck off guard, having just started to settle in and enjoy his ride and enjoy being close to her it was over. That and hearing the strong bodyguard call her mistress as well. He didn't look like any slave he’d ever seen. He was well dressed, and so strong, and fierce looking! The woman nodded politely to the doberman who disembarked and stood beside the ramp of the vehicle, ready to help her out. 


The buck shook his head, coming back down to earth some, and moved to his still sore knees beside her getting out of her way and lowering his head respectfully now that the outside world could see in. Now that Chance was near again. She saw this and watched with amusement as he went back to his robot-like programing to tense up, and be like a stone in public. “I see, so its like that then. We need to loosen you up a good deal don't we my little Chauncey-pup?” The look the buck shot them was clear, he was befuddled at her calling him that, such a pet-like name for such a strong and powerful person.

The tigress smirked seeing this and reply “ Ohhh I see. You are surprised Chauncey is my slave too? Why?” The buck looked around for a second before looking sheepishly over to her. “He... well... I mean...” The woman got that devious grin once more “What? Is he too ‘up tight’ for you?” She looked towards Chance and waved before pointing at the buck. “Would you let him fuck you boy?” And without a single second’s delay he responded “Yes Mistress.” to which she looked back at him and smirked before carrying on “On what conditions boy?” To which the doberman flatly responded “If he could take it from me, or you ordered me to Mistress.” 


She giggled once more, patting the buck’s head “Well maybe he is a bit up tight. Buuuut he is the best, most loyal bodyguard and personal servant i’ve ever had.” The buck shook his head and looked over at her “N-no mistress! It's just... He... dosent normally treat you like a slave does... a-and, H-He has clothes, no collar even!” to which the woman sighed, shaking her head “We have much to teach this one Chauncey.” The doberman barked out “Yes mistress; I look forward to it mistress.”


Sliding out of the skycar finally, she simply beckoned the buck to follow her where the trio once more set off down a long path through a lightly wooded, well maintained area. Something the buck had never seen “Trees?” He uttered as he stared at them intensely while walking by. Seeing other slaves in various levels of clothing doing various grounds keeping tasks. The woman remarked “Oh; yes... I forget they are so rare to the rest of the world. You’re in my enviro-dome. I keep many of the relics of the old world’s nature here. I often host parties out here for other nobles. They find it,... refreshing.” They walked down a beautifully made path that looked right out of medieval Britain with cobblestone roads, and fences, creeping vines, and with trees lining the road and soft luscious grass that rolled in hills for a good ways. Though the path ended with the most unassuming little shack. As the door opened it was clear that it was an illusion of sorts. For once they stepped in, it was a modern luxury mansion where the floors, walls, and ceiling where of marble, with gold and wooden inlays throughout.


Once inside Chance started taking off his coat and hung it on the hanger by the door, leaving him in that lovely alabaster shirt where he rolled up the sleeves to reveal his cybernetic hands in all their true glory, having been golden with a light red glow to the seams that pulsed down from the elbow to the finger tips. He spoke quietly “Will Mistress have need of me or shall I attend to other matters?” She shook her head and waved him away dismissively where he simply bow and said “Goodnight Mistress. Please call if you need me.”


She would lead the buck over to an elevator before getting in and grabbing one of the buck’s horns and shoving his face right up to the control pannel where a voice chimed “Iris, and Retinal Imprint Added. Syncing vitals. Vitals synced successfully. Enjoy your stay slave number two, zero, two, nine. “ The tigress spoke aloud “Slave’s quarters.” Where the elevator's door shut and repeated the input. While the elevator quickly arrived and opened it’s doors she lead him on “You are 2029 here, I typically call slaves by theit last two didgets but since you are a guest slave, hence the 20 at the start, you will be simply called.... Hmm... Whats a good name for you then?” He spoke up “Jin?” Clearly missing the point of it all. “No no no, that person is dead. His body was found at the bottom of the river bed near the airport. Seems he jumped off a bridge. Didn't you hear?”


The buck froze and went wide eyed before he stuttered “W-w-what?” The woman held up a finger “Yep, the corpse of the Deer Jin that used to work at the automotive shop near the corner of proxima 12 and city road 283 was found dead a few weeks ago. Jin does not exist. His funeral was attended by many. You where well loved you know. People where suspicious of me when I showed up, but when asked, I simply said you where like a little brother to me.” She smirked and looked back at him tilting her head. “I know, I know, you didn't even know me at the time, but I knew you, little slave brother.” He was more than a little lost now. This fact not being lost on the tigress who hooked a claw into his collar and led him onward to the door with his number on it. Once there the door opened automatically.


Inside the room was something of a small slice of paradise. A comfortable bed, a private bathroom, a wardrobe and makeup area. Everything a person could ask of their room really. Even a whole wall dedicated to being a monitor. “This is your home for the next few months... Our master is going back to his space station next week and will be there for a time. He has much to do there and cant be bothered with training a new slave in that time. So he tasked me with training and looking after you. You are a tier 3 slave here. Meaning that only T4s and ‘the named’ like Chauncey are over you, and all T2s and 1s will treat you with the utmost respect.”


She turned and looked him dead in the eye with a fierce glow in them that betrayed what sort of dragon she was finally, a white drake. The moisture near her eyes had condensed into a frozen mist, a display of her mythical power so bold and blatant, “You will treat each slave with the utmost respect. If I find out you mistreated even a single one, I will make you beg for the mercy that is death, just to end your torment.” The warmth had been sucked out of that room in an instant, leaving it a very dreary place indeed. She took a breath and sighed, the warmth of her breath hitting the air now making a huge plume of mist. “Sorry. I am protective over them. They are mine. Just as you now are for the time being. And should anyone mistreat you, they have the same fate for them. In other words, you are safe here. Just obey the rules.”


With this the woman walked out briskly leaving the buck alone, nearly nude, a little shocked, and now freezing cold. He was both soothed and terrified by what had just happened. Needless to say he was confused and took a moment to process he was now alone to do as he wished. With the room so cold now, it seemed like having a hot bath would be the first order of business. He’d find replacement silks just like the ones he’d worn already ready to put on in the dresser, along with a few actual bits of clothing. As he was running the warm water and getting ready there came a tiny knock on his door. He walked over and it opened to reveal a small cheetah girl dressed in some similar silks, but with much much more silk to her outfit as to make her look presentable but still denote her a slave. She held up his care-kit that he’d left in the skycar earlier. “Here’ya go! Mistress wants you to have a bath then we’ll bring ya’ down something nice to eat. Seeya’ soon!” She said smiling and then merrily skipping off as the door closed leaving the buck once more bewildered. “More questions for later... For now, bathtime...”