Colors swirl in an infinite inky black void. The boundlessness of which was full of the deepest silence, only accented by the mild rhythmic humming that was his mistress purring. Jin was lost in this place as he basked in this newfound warmth. In his mistress’ arms he was fading further and further from the waking world as he clung to her for what felt like an eternity.

Then, an unexpected, sharp, but thankfully mild pain came to him from the most unexpected of places. His mistress thumped the tip of  his exposed cock fairly hard, snapping him back to his senses in an instant. “Put that away boy. I won't punish you for your arousal in my presence today, you’ve had enough lessons from me. But you need to try and control yourself.” She said in a gentle, still caring tone while holding him. His mind reeled back to reality, as if being pulled across all of time and space in an instant.


The buck’s eyes opened and he was there, draped across her lap, their arms entwined around one another’s bodies in this afterglow of his. He looked swiftly down and saw that he was indeed very mildly aroused, his scarlet tip peeking from behind his warm cream furred sheath. With cheeks now as red as his rod he looked back up at his mistress were he started to stammer an apology, only to have the same finger that’d just flicked his cock be placed over his lips, the smell of which being unmistakable to his heightened senses.


The dragon hybrid pet over his cheek and smiled down at him, “Go fetch your silks, and when you’re decent again we will go. You have a lot to learn still today that isn't from me. You have many people to meet, facilities to avail yourself of. And a few nights that you will never forget boy.” The mistress pet along his cheek till her paw had reached the back of his collar and with a light click it had lit up a warm carnal pink neon. “There is much you do not yet understand. But by tonight you will be awakened to a whole new world.”


Mind empty, the buck nodded. He was running purely on instinct at this point, heeding her orders, and not really back in tune with the real world yet. The buck tried to stand from that bed, but all too quickly found his legs were clearly not as sturdy as he was expecting them to be. Falling flat on his belly, it was a rude awakening to him. Only once on his hands and knees was it he started to realize that his head pounded as if his brain were trying to burst free of his skull.


He grunt, grumble, and pant for a moment from the unexpected sensations as everything seemed to be heightened even more than normal. And while he expected some remarks from his mistress, none came. No chiding, or encouragement. It was clear she was watching but rather than pressing him harder or trying to make this easier on him, she was silently teaching him he’d still have to stand on his own two legs here under her.


The buck grit his teeth in stubborn pride as he set there on all fours. He did not enjoy being on all fours, or worse yet crawling, not ever. He was also remarkably strong willed when he wanted to be and used that determination and pride to push himself to stand and walk over to that cross. “I will not crawl...” he thought to himself as that temptation had presented itself in light of his unsteady legs.

He managed to stagger over to the cross slowly, nearly falling but catching himself on that icon which had been the scene of his earlier torture. Even now his back screamed in agony, likely leading to his head’s splitting pain. Likewise, his ass was on fire from those whip tracks that crossed it. Something about all of this had lit a fire on more than his skin. Something deep within him was alive now, smoldering, and growing.


He was full up on some new emotion, a flame that slowly and steadily burned in him like a rage, but.... He was not angry. He made a clear note of that, that he was not angry, but there was a new emotion in him that simmered deep in his soul like a flame. 


The heat front he whip tracks, and that feeling of waves of needles all along his back and ass seemed to spur this feeling into life, but it was that moment when he was on all fours that had really set it ablaze.

In a single furious swipe, he snatched up the chain and silk band from the ground, and affixed that thin silver chain and took some caution around his sore backside when slipping on that little strip of cloth that was the only thing keeping him decent. He was happy to have this stupid bit of silk back on him. This outfit he once deemed unsuitable for even the cheapest of whores had become important to him in this new life. And when these thoughts came to mind, it fueled that fire. Sending those flames deeper into his soul, fanning the flames as he realized his master was right. That he would come to love this outfit in time. 


The buck turned back to finally face his mistress, his eyes full of that searing flame deep within as he stood there with his arms crossed, finally able to stand again without the support of the cross. His mistress was still lounging on the bed several feet away, casually smiling towards him with a deeply devious grin. She raised her paws and gave a mild, partially mocking applause. “Well done, you can still walk boy. I’m sure you feel a whole bunch of new things as well.”

The tigress paid a special note to his eyes, knowing well what that new fire in them was. It was something so close to hate, or rage to some, but it truly had nothing to do with those emotions. It was a zeal, a fever. One boiling just under the thin veneer that was his temperance and obedience. “So I see. You have awakened a part of you that most don't know fully. The world will seem different for a few days, and you will be confronted by a lot of new emotions and thoughts. You will see that you are different now. Changing slowly from larva into butterfly.” 

She slid from bed and straightened herself out and motioned towards the door. “I know having your hands behind your back will hurt for a while, so I permit you to keep them at your sides for now. And the pink on your collar means you are partially off limits from anyone else. You don't need to know the exact details, just know that for now everyone will treat you with kid gloves.”

He didn't know what she was on about. And he frankly didn't care for now. He turned and moved with a new ferocity and determination that showed he was full of this fire, and full of life itself. Which was perfect, as she had just the plans for that. To show him the slaves’ enclave. A place where he could meet her other subordinates, see who all was in charge, and find resources and training for skills he never knew existed and possibly never wanted to know exist.

The pair stood once more in that elevator, soon arriving at a large multi-leveled area. It was massive, and sectioned off into distinct areas. The structure filled with a hushed bustling that was a sea of people moving and exchanging information in hushed whispers, with some far off accented shouting that was organized as instructors gave lessons, and a thump of music being played way too loudly elsewhere.


Kiri stepped forward and held out her paw again “Welcome to The Slaves’ Enclave. A secluded area where you may find food, companionship, and earn awards for performing tasks such as learning new skills that will increase your value and the total pay you get at the end of your contract.”

The mistress casually stride into the main atrium of this new place, with the slaves all turning to face her and dropping to various poses that seemed to be different for each tier of slave based on their level of clothing or jewlery. The less clothing or accessories a slave wore, the more submissives the posture seemed to be. But as if by clockwork, when she passed, and was no longer able to see them, they would rise and go about their day as if nothing happened. The buck took a deep breath letting this all soak in while thinking silently “What in this world have I gotten into?”


There seemed to be some sort of caste system in place here as well. One were slaves seemed sorted into three catagories, and had a hierarchy within that. But unlike the cruel world outside of this facility, it was not based on blood, nobility, or species. It all seemed to be based purely on merit and personality. 


Some slaves, the more quiet, more proud and ‘proper’ ones seemed to wear royal looking blue silks with silver accessories. And their silks were diverse in covering, some like him with but 1 strip to hide his privates, others had full dresses or togas made of the same blue silk. They stood in very strict poses, each one standing in one of only a few designated poses. Others, bound in the open and wearing unique accessories such as blinders, masks, and knee high latex boots that ended in metal hooves.


In stark contrast were the slaves who wore bold red silks with gold jewlery. And it seemed even the most highly decorated of them wore more gold jewelry and less silks over all. They seemed to be so much more loose looking, more open with their movements and spoke more loudly.

Lastly were purple silked slaves; those seemed to be the most highly decorated, and as such were widely diverse in all respects. Some wore full togas or dresses of silks, others dressed in the same simple single strip the buck wore but covered in chains and jewelry. These slaves seemed to wear both silver and gold jewelery and chains, freely mixing them accordingly. 


Much like the slaves, areas of ‘The Enclave’ seemed divided in three major themes that matched the colors the slaves wore. The blue area caught Jin’s eye early as it was displaying slaves in heavy bondage, used as furnature, or decoration. The slaves in that area seeming to walk tall, proud, and seemed to have some of the most highly decorated slaves, regaurdless of silk color, giving lectures or classes in calm school like settings.

The red area was where the mistress was walking first though, and it seemed the most uproarious and rowdy. Cheers and roars, moans and snarls, all echoed from this secluded section that had flames burning bright all around as incense filled the area with a haze, and music pounded hard.

And in between was the purple area; Were slaves of all colored silks gathered en-mass. Some training, some wrestling, some practicing bondage in the open. But over all the purple area seemed to be the common grounds where the two groups met and linger.

The pair made their way into the bright, booming, red-washed area were the mistress declared to him; “Welcome to ‘passion’.” She opened her arms wide showing off the area that was lined with red silks, had hard thumping music, and in braziers set large flames that burned brightly. As he entered the area he noticed that there was so much life here. And the slaves had stopped bowing to the mistress, but instead tended to greet her more warmly by calling out in loud proud “Hail, Mistress!” A still submissive call but one of passion and enthusiasm. 


All around were bodies in motion, not much set still here. And the music that pumped through the speakers was that of deep pounding and rhythmic beats one would hear in a club. Jin soaked it in deeply, and he realized the reason for somany sounds was there were slaves having wild passionate sex out in the open, free of care or opression. His eyes darted from not just pairs, but to whole groups of writhing flesh, scales, and fur that collectively purred, and moaned in ecstasy. 

But further back were the yells, and shouts of what sounded like pain or anger. And as they walked deeper into ‘passion’ he realized that the tone of slaves shifted from slaves with lusty sultry thin bodies, to these more towering and hulking forms. Always a mix of the two, but much more muscular and imposing slaves sticking to groups where they arm wrestle, or lifted weights, all while placing friendly bets and wagers.


There came a shout from a crowd near by that spiked Jin’s interest greatly, knowing the name they shout as the crowd gathered in a circle shouted “Hail, Brother Chance!” and then cheered in a loud roar of carnal calls and noises. The Mistress walked upto the circle that cheered with every sound of the fight, and they soon parted to show the doberman, standing fully nude in the middle of a dirt filled arena laying over the bloody panting form of a large male lion that he’d just defeated in combat with bare hands.

Chance’s body was a marvel of athleticism, and tech, those eyes of his, entirely black and glowing with deep fiery impossible red halos in their center now. He smiled through bloodied teeth before kneeling and saying in a panted breath “Hail, Mistress!” only spurring the crowd’s cheering into a riotous frenzy. 


Only then Chance grabbed the lion from the floor and helped heave him to his feet, were the two hugged in a tight embrace slapping each other's backs and then staggered off the field. The mistress took her seat at one end of the arena before holding up a hand that slowly quieted the crowd.

She spoke loudly and boldly before them “Slaves of Pasion! I bring to you a new brother. I seek one to initiate him into your caste! I call a slave of skill but refined passion. One who will hold back just enough with this one!” And almost instantly a smaller, lithe and nimble looking form would step forward from the otherwise hulking crowd. A feisty looking sort of small thing, a brown and red furred sable woman stood proud before them. This little slave was dressed in many gold chains and just a few of those flowing red silks, those of passion and fire. She spoke loudly “I challenge him, Mistress! Come, brother of passion, join me in combat!”

The slave took her silks and chains off with haste, dropping all of her clothing at the arena’s edge before stepping down into the blood, sweat, and spit covered dirt. The mistress looked to the buck at her side and extended a hand towards the ring before she spoke loudly to the crowd with a big smile “Bring them Cane Staves!” And as she decreed it was so.

The buck was awestricken by all the sights, and when asked to fight this slave who looked deceptively small and young, he felt massive trepidation. He didn't want to hurt them. He feared his massive size compared to them would be a decisive edge... so why did she challenge him? The weasel or mongoose-like woman in the ring was tossed a long thin, strong cane bo-staff that was taller than her. And yet she spun it around herself as if it was an extension of her own body in a proud display of fine combat tallent. It was only when she was tossed that stave he realized that it was not hurting her should worry about, but his own hide.

The slaves near Jin all at once surrounded him and forcefully disrobed him of all but that collar, and placed in his hand a tall bit of cane before he was shoved unceremoniously into the ring. The grinning small predator that shared the ring with him beckoned him on. “Come then! Show me your passion brother!”

And just like that, the buck who had been lost in a world of bliss and pain earlier today was now standing nude before a  surging, cheering crowd, facing a small woman with a very big stick, and he was entirely agog at it all. 

“What fresh slag have I gotten myself into now...”