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With her old life gone and no hope of escape, she has no choice but to wait and see what her new master has in store for her ... and it's worse, yet more wonderful, than she could have ever expected.\n\nChapter 3: Lord Kender reveals his rules for living upon his island -- and they do not seem reasonable at all.\n\n[This is a novelization of an RP series between my girlfriend and I. It tells quite a good story, but this is pretty much the only site we can post it on. It contains rape and underage sex - you've been warned. Most tags apply to the entire story even if not present in individual chapters.]","description_bbcode_parsed":"A thirteen-year-old vixen wakes up to find herself kidnapped and held on a remote island by a particularly wealthy wolf. With her old life gone and no hope of escape, she has no choice but to wait and see what her new master has in store for her ... and it's worse, yet more wonderful, than she could have ever expected.
Chapter 3: Lord Kender reveals his rules for living upon his island -- and they do not seem reasonable at all.
[This is a novelization of an RP series between my girlfriend and I. It tells quite a good story, but this is pretty much the only site we can post it on. It contains rape and underage sex - you've been warned. Most tags apply to the entire story even if not present in individual chapters.]","writing":"[t][center][b]Chapter 3[/b][/center][/t]\n\nThe day passed far too quickly, blurring by as Mr. Greston showed Eliza nearly all of the mansion's public facilities, then showing her a bit around town as well.\n\nThe island truly had everything one could want: grand restaurants, candy shops, grocers, tailors, libraries, gyms for exercise, beauty salons, and even a school. It had long, gorgeous beaches around the perimeter, several flourishing parks and gardens, and a single grand forest reservation for camping and hiking.\n\nAnd every bit of it was free. Every last bit. Mr. Greston made it quite clear that she could wander through any door she liked and grab whatever she desired off of any shelf. Most furs didn't sell their products, exactly; they produced them to order, and put the surplus out on the shelves, free for the taking.\n\n``Lord Kender's business supplies our small civilization with... to be quite frank, more wealth than we could ever use,'' explained the badger to the young, wide-eyed vixen. ``There is but a small semblance of economy here; we export nearly as many goods as we import. But that is only of concern to the rest of the world, and not to the privileged few who live here.''\n\nThere were some rules, of course, like not taking books out of the library, or not barging into places where the employees worked... but it was truly every girl's dream, that she could have the most expensive clothes completely for free, and even request them to be tailored to her personal form! With some assistance from her escort, she soon had her ill-fitting shirt and jeans replaced with a silken gown and a vest with false angel-wings. There was even a jewelry shop, and that was free, too! She emerged from that place with a jeweled hairpin shaped like a flower, and a gorgeous necklace made of gold and pearls. Mr. Greston remarked that she looked quite the part of a royal princess.\n\nShe noticed one strange thing, however: the entire island was devoid of electronics. No computers, no radios, no television or video games... it was like some sort of Amish place.\n\n``Lord Kender likes his privacy,'' explained the butler once Eliza brought it up. ``Namely, his privacy from the outside world. In such a position of power, he is well aware of how technology can be manipulated to... break that privacy in every way imaginable. Everything with a camera can watch you, and everything with a microphone can listen to you. And so, Lord Kender has outlawed them. While there do exist some electronic devices on this island if you are willing to search hard enough, as well as a great variety of magical devices, the general public is perfectly content without sockets in their walls or wires hanging above their yards. Our news is spread by word of mouth and published with a hand-crank printing press. Our accounting records are kept by typewriter. Our grains are ground by windmill and watermill. Our music is memorized and performed. You will find this quite raises the dexterity and intelligence of the average citizen, and very much deepens the culture here.''\n\nEliza couldn't argue with that. She immediately pictured her deadbeat father with his eyes glued to the television for eight hours a day, and half her classmates ignoring the teachers and playing Kitty Crush on their phones underneath their desks, then complaining that all the tests were too hard. \n\n``It's hard to imagine so many people without phones,'' Eliza remarked, looking around at all the people passing on the street. ``Usually everyone's looking at them all the time and ignoring you.''\n\nThe badger snorted. ``Ah, those [i]infernal[/i] contraptions. You've owned one, haven't you?''\n\n``...Yes,'' Eliza admitted. ``But I only really used the camera and the calculator... and messaged my friends. And sometimes set reminders for homework. I never used FurBook or any of those stupid games that make you pay money all the time. Although maaaybe I might have played Plushiemon Go sometimes...''\n\n``You might learn then, just how enriching it can be, to do your calculations in your head, or to meet face-to-face with your friends when you wish to speak with them, or to develop a photographic memory and an artist's eye for beauty, or merely to remember your appointments by the shade of daylight. See... We aren't ferals anymore, miss. A fur's mind has much greater potential than one often realizes. Technology only does a wonderful job of removing the necessity to use it.'' He eyed her conspicuously and added, ``And you are young enough that the outside world hasn't yet rendered you a lost cause... there's still hope for you, miss, if I am to be the judge. I can see it in your eyes. Perhaps that is why Lord Kender selected you.''\n\nEliza blushed a little. ``Well I always was at the top of my class,'' she bragged, posing sweetly. ``Maybe I'll get to go to school here?''\n\n``...Perhaps,'' muttered Mr. Greston mysteriously. ``We shall have to hear Lord Kender's opinion on the matter. He's never let one of his [i]pets[/i] attend school before...''\n\nThat word again. [i]Pet[/i]. It made Eliza shiver uncomfortably, and somewhat killed whatever excitement she had for getting all the clothes and jewelry she wanted for free...\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nPutting the bothers out of her mind, Eliza enjoyed the rest of her day. There was much fun to be had in exploring the mansion on her own and nobody stopping her. It made her feel so [i]adult[/i]! Her parents never would have given her this much freedom, not at her age...\n\nAnd how free it felt to prance around looking like a foxy little angel, making everyone smile as she passed them by in the halls. The whole place belonged to her. That's what Kender had said in the letter: it all belonged to her, forever and ever. A mansion with five hundred rooms. A whole island with so many friends to make, things to learn, games to play, and places to explore. And a hundred shops with free stuff she could take whenever she wanted. She'd never get bored.\n\nAnd when the sun started to fall, Eliza sat herself at the great dinner table and stuffed herself with feral-meat and steamed veggies. She even had a nice conversation with the lady in the seat next to her: a middle-aged bunny, Ms. Wallowsworth who ran the candy shop. \n\n``Why isn't there ever apricot-flavored candy?'' asked Eliza with her mouth full. ``My favorite fruit is apricots and nobody ever makes candy out of them!''\n\n``Well you see, candy is very rarely made out of the stuff it's made to taste like,'' she explained to the young fox, like a teacher explaining something to a naive child. ``When you take a food and grind it up into tiny pieces and mix it with sugar, it doesn't taste like that food anymore! So if we wanted to make apricot candy, we need to find something [i]else[/i] that turns into an apricot flavor once it's processed. Does that make sense? It's harder than it sounds...''\n\nEliza nodded, but twitched her tail eagerly. ``But could you still try it, right?'' she inquired.\n\nMs. Wallowsworth chuckled. ``I'll see what I can do, sweetie. Just because you're so adorable.''\n\nInternally, Eliza was annoyed. [i]I know I'm a little girl, but I'm not stupid, she wanted to say. You don't have to be condescending. I'm just smarter than other girls my age because my dad is a worthless excuse for a fur and I had to raise myself...\n[/i]\nBut she was still thrilled at the thought of apricot lollipops, so she didn't say anything mean.\n\nAfter finishing her food, Eliza had no room for dessert. She left her plate at the table and excused herself, finding the staircase she'd taken at the start of the day. It was getting to be her bedtime. Her body still thought she needed to be back at school in the morning. So she decided to head back to bed.\n\nOnce she'd left all the people behind, it felt still and strange. Nobody else was coming with her to the master wing of the mansion, leaving it feeling almost haunted in the evening light. It was Lord Kender's suite, after all; it was the most private, secluded place in all the mansion. Nobody came here to bother Lord Kender unless they had very special permission. The butler, the housekeeping, the room service... but although there were four more bedrooms up there, and they were kept unspeakably pristine, they didn't belong to anyone. [i]I wonder if these rooms belonged to Kender and his brothers, when Mr. McPhadlier was still alive[/i], she told herself, staring at the wolf portraits on the walls.\n\nThe portraits looked like they were staring at her. She started walking faster.\n\nThe master bedroom was as silent and empty as it was when she'd left it that morning. She knew now that this was Lord Kender's personal bedroom. [i]It's nice of him to let me sleep here until I get my own room[/i], Eliza thought as she shed her wing-vest and crawled under the layers of exquisite, royal sheets and weighted quilts. When her head touched the pillow, she was carried off to heaven.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIt felt just as strange as the first morning to wake up in a bed that was not her own. It felt just as strange to look at the clock and see that she had slept three hours past the first period of school.\n\nWearily, she pulled herself out from under the covers and glanced around the room. She wondered if Mr. Kender would be sleeping on the pillow beside her.\n\nBut he was not there. Instead, there was yet another sealed letter in the same place she'd found it the previous day, with the same red seal. [i]Must be another message from Mr. Kender[/i], Eliza thought. [i]Maybe an excuse for not being here... Kind of rude, actually. Not even taking the time to talk with his new pet... and tell her why the hell she's here... [/i]\n\nGroggily sitting up in bed, Eliza collected the note and tore it open.\n\n[i]My Eliza.\n\nI expect that you've explored my estate and seen what it has to offer. Surely you've seen how much happiness awaits you here. This happiness is yours for as long as you live.\n\nBut with such great privilege, there will come a number of conditions. I believe it is time that I explain what will be expected of you as you live out your life upon my island. I will now enumerate a list of rules which you will follow, starting immediately. They are not difficult, and they will not change for the foreseeable future. They are the only conditions for the highest degree of my love and favor; I will ask for nothing more. \n\nOne. Your bedtime rules are as follows: you will awaken each morning at six-thirty. You will spend no less than one hour cleaning and grooming yourself in my private bathing room. You will use the products I have set out for you upon the counter at the far side of the jacuzzi. You are to return to my bedroom to retire by the hour of eleven. You are to share my room and my bed; you will not be given one of your own.\n\nTwo. As my pet, you are to present the impression, to me specifically, that you are incapable of speech or writing. Consequently:\n\n- You are never to speak to me directly.\n\n- You are never to speak in my presence, even to others.\n\n- You are never to communicate with me by indirect relay.\n\n- You are never to show me your written notes. \n\n- You are never to communicate anything to me, in any literary form, by any means, if I am aware or easily able to discern that the message originated from you.\n\nThis does not limit your permission to communicate with any of my other servants. You are free to speak with whomever you wish, as long as I am not made aware of it. Naturally, you are also free to relay a message to me, given you manage to keep me unaware that it came from you. You may consider this a challenge if you would like, but there will of course be consequences for failure.\n\nThis aside, you are to communicate to me only by means of touch, body language, or animal-like sounds.\n\nThree. Because beauty as perfect as yours is not to be kept hidden, you are never to wear anything. This includes clothing, shoes, towels, sheets, jewelry, accessories, medical supplies, or anything that can, in any sense of the word, be worn upon your body, for any reason, including but not limited to modesty, comfort, or protection. You are always to be as pure as you were on the day of your birth. \n\nTemperature should be of no concern. Our weather is always beautiful and pleasant here, and our rainfalls are as soothing and refreshing as the baths you are to take each morning.\n\nIf you are hurt, my hospital has a number of magical and technological ways to heal your wounds without the need for bandages or casts. For minor wounds, tend them with your tongue as nature intended.\n\nThese are the simple rules which are expected of you. They are final, permanent, and non-negotiable. Failure to adhere to them, except under special circumstances to be determined by me, will result in periods of time-out proportional to the severity of your disobedience. \n\nAnything and everything else not specified here, unless otherwise stated, is left entirely up to your freedom. Please enjoy yourself as much as I intend to enjoy you. I will be seeing you tonight in person; please do not be late in returning to bed.\n\n-Lord Asraphel Kender\n[/i]\nEliza suddenly remembered to breathe after her heart had stopped for a time.\n\n[i]Is this a joke?[/i] Eliza wondered in panic, scanning the note again. [i]Is this guy serious?[/i]\n\n[i]The first rule was fine.\n\nThe second rule is awkward, but I could have done it with some practice.\n\nBut the third... I...\n\nI have to be naked? All the time?\n\nEverywhere? In front of everyone? Seriously?[/i]\n\nEliza struggled to remember everything she'd seen that day. [i]Is this a nudist resort?[/i] She asked herself. [i]Were there any furs, at any store, or in any seat at the dinner table, who didn't wear clothes? ... I can't remember seeing a single naked fur today. I think it's something I would have noticed.[/i]\n\nShe slumped back against the pillows, holding Kender's note against her chest.\n\n[i]So this... this was something sexual after all. This is some perverted game to him. [/i]\n\n[i]I'm thirteen. And I have to go around naked everywhere. And let everyone see me. Maybe if I were legal age already, I could get over it. Somehow. But not... not... not now.[/i]\n\n[i]This guy is a pedo.\n\nI... I don't think I can do this.[/i]\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Chapter 3
The day passed far too quickly, blurring by as Mr. Greston showed Eliza nearly all of the mansion's public facilities, then showing her a bit around town as well.
The island truly had everything one could want: grand restaurants, candy shops, grocers, tailors, libraries, gyms for exercise, beauty salons, and even a school. It had long, gorgeous beaches around the perimeter, several flourishing parks and gardens, and a single grand forest reservation for camping and hiking.
And every bit of it was free. Every last bit. Mr. Greston made it quite clear that she could wander through any door she liked and grab whatever she desired off of any shelf. Most furs didn't sell their products, exactly; they produced them to order, and put the surplus out on the shelves, free for the taking.
``Lord Kender's business supplies our small civilization with... to be quite frank, more wealth than we could ever use,'' explained the badger to the young, wide-eyed vixen. ``There is but a small semblance of economy here; we export nearly as many goods as we import. But that is only of concern to the rest of the world, and not to the privileged few who live here.''
There were some rules, of course, like not taking books out of the library, or not barging into places where the employees worked... but it was truly every girl's dream, that she could have the most expensive clothes completely for free, and even request them to be tailored to her personal form! With some assistance from her escort, she soon had her ill-fitting shirt and jeans replaced with a silken gown and a vest with false angel-wings. There was even a jewelry shop, and that was free, too! She emerged from that place with a jeweled hairpin shaped like a flower, and a gorgeous necklace made of gold and pearls. Mr. Greston remarked that she looked quite the part of a royal princess.
She noticed one strange thing, however: the entire island was devoid of electronics. No computers, no radios, no television or video games... it was like some sort of Amish place.
``Lord Kender likes his privacy,'' explained the butler once Eliza brought it up. ``Namely, his privacy from the outside world. In such a position of power, he is well aware of how technology can be manipulated to... break that privacy in every way imaginable. Everything with a camera can watch you, and everything with a microphone can listen to you. And so, Lord Kender has outlawed them. While there do exist some electronic devices on this island if you are willing to search hard enough, as well as a great variety of magical devices, the general public is perfectly content without sockets in their walls or wires hanging above their yards. Our news is spread by word of mouth and published with a hand-crank printing press. Our accounting records are kept by typewriter. Our grains are ground by windmill and watermill. Our music is memorized and performed. You will find this quite raises the dexterity and intelligence of the average citizen, and very much deepens the culture here.''
Eliza couldn't argue with that. She immediately pictured her deadbeat father with his eyes glued to the television for eight hours a day, and half her classmates ignoring the teachers and playing Kitty Crush on their phones underneath their desks, then complaining that all the tests were too hard.
``It's hard to imagine so many people without phones,'' Eliza remarked, looking around at all the people passing on the street. ``Usually everyone's looking at them all the time and ignoring you.''
The badger snorted. ``Ah, those infernal contraptions. You've owned one, haven't you?''
``...Yes,'' Eliza admitted. ``But I only really used the camera and the calculator... and messaged my friends. And sometimes set reminders for homework. I never used FurBook or any of those stupid games that make you pay money all the time. Although maaaybe I might have played Plushiemon Go sometimes...''
``You might learn then, just how enriching it can be, to do your calculations in your head, or to meet face-to-face with your friends when you wish to speak with them, or to develop a photographic memory and an artist's eye for beauty, or merely to remember your appointments by the shade of daylight. See... We aren't ferals anymore, miss. A fur's mind has much greater potential than one often realizes. Technology only does a wonderful job of removing the necessity to use it.'' He eyed her conspicuously and added, ``And you are young enough that the outside world hasn't yet rendered you a lost cause... there's still hope for you, miss, if I am to be the judge. I can see it in your eyes. Perhaps that is why Lord Kender selected you.''
Eliza blushed a little. ``Well I always was at the top of my class,'' she bragged, posing sweetly. ``Maybe I'll get to go to school here?''
``...Perhaps,'' muttered Mr. Greston mysteriously. ``We shall have to hear Lord Kender's opinion on the matter. He's never let one of his pets attend school before...''
That word again. Pet. It made Eliza shiver uncomfortably, and somewhat killed whatever excitement she had for getting all the clothes and jewelry she wanted for free...
* * *
Putting the bothers out of her mind, Eliza enjoyed the rest of her day. There was much fun to be had in exploring the mansion on her own and nobody stopping her. It made her feel so adult! Her parents never would have given her this much freedom, not at her age...
And how free it felt to prance around looking like a foxy little angel, making everyone smile as she passed them by in the halls. The whole place belonged to her. That's what Kender had said in the letter: it all belonged to her, forever and ever. A mansion with five hundred rooms. A whole island with so many friends to make, things to learn, games to play, and places to explore. And a hundred shops with free stuff she could take whenever she wanted. She'd never get bored.
And when the sun started to fall, Eliza sat herself at the great dinner table and stuffed herself with feral-meat and steamed veggies. She even had a nice conversation with the lady in the seat next to her: a middle-aged bunny, Ms. Wallowsworth who ran the candy shop.
``Why isn't there ever apricot-flavored candy?'' asked Eliza with her mouth full. ``My favorite fruit is apricots and nobody ever makes candy out of them!''
``Well you see, candy is very rarely made out of the stuff it's made to taste like,'' she explained to the young fox, like a teacher explaining something to a naive child. ``When you take a food and grind it up into tiny pieces and mix it with sugar, it doesn't taste like that food anymore! So if we wanted to make apricot candy, we need to find something else that turns into an apricot flavor once it's processed. Does that make sense? It's harder than it sounds...''
Eliza nodded, but twitched her tail eagerly. ``But could you still try it, right?'' she inquired.
Ms. Wallowsworth chuckled. ``I'll see what I can do, sweetie. Just because you're so adorable.''
Internally, Eliza was annoyed. I know I'm a little girl, but I'm not stupid, she wanted to say. You don't have to be condescending. I'm just smarter than other girls my age because my dad is a worthless excuse for a fur and I had to raise myself...
But she was still thrilled at the thought of apricot lollipops, so she didn't say anything mean.
After finishing her food, Eliza had no room for dessert. She left her plate at the table and excused herself, finding the staircase she'd taken at the start of the day. It was getting to be her bedtime. Her body still thought she needed to be back at school in the morning. So she decided to head back to bed.
Once she'd left all the people behind, it felt still and strange. Nobody else was coming with her to the master wing of the mansion, leaving it feeling almost haunted in the evening light. It was Lord Kender's suite, after all; it was the most private, secluded place in all the mansion. Nobody came here to bother Lord Kender unless they had very special permission. The butler, the housekeeping, the room service... but although there were four more bedrooms up there, and they were kept unspeakably pristine, they didn't belong to anyone. I wonder if these rooms belonged to Kender and his brothers, when Mr. McPhadlier was still alive, she told herself, staring at the wolf portraits on the walls.
The portraits looked like they were staring at her. She started walking faster.
The master bedroom was as silent and empty as it was when she'd left it that morning. She knew now that this was Lord Kender's personal bedroom. It's nice of him to let me sleep here until I get my own room, Eliza thought as she shed her wing-vest and crawled under the layers of exquisite, royal sheets and weighted quilts. When her head touched the pillow, she was carried off to heaven.
* * *
It felt just as strange as the first morning to wake up in a bed that was not her own. It felt just as strange to look at the clock and see that she had slept three hours past the first period of school.
Wearily, she pulled herself out from under the covers and glanced around the room. She wondered if Mr. Kender would be sleeping on the pillow beside her.
But he was not there. Instead, there was yet another sealed letter in the same place she'd found it the previous day, with the same red seal. Must be another message from Mr. Kender, Eliza thought. Maybe an excuse for not being here... Kind of rude, actually. Not even taking the time to talk with his new pet... and tell her why the hell she's here...
Groggily sitting up in bed, Eliza collected the note and tore it open.
My Eliza.
I expect that you've explored my estate and seen what it has to offer. Surely you've seen how much happiness awaits you here. This happiness is yours for as long as you live.
But with such great privilege, there will come a number of conditions. I believe it is time that I explain what will be expected of you as you live out your life upon my island. I will now enumerate a list of rules which you will follow, starting immediately. They are not difficult, and they will not change for the foreseeable future. They are the only conditions for the highest degree of my love and favor; I will ask for nothing more.
One. Your bedtime rules are as follows: you will awaken each morning at six-thirty. You will spend no less than one hour cleaning and grooming yourself in my private bathing room. You will use the products I have set out for you upon the counter at the far side of the jacuzzi. You are to return to my bedroom to retire by the hour of eleven. You are to share my room and my bed; you will not be given one of your own.
Two. As my pet, you are to present the impression, to me specifically, that you are incapable of speech or writing. Consequently:
- You are never to speak to me directly.
- You are never to speak in my presence, even to others.
- You are never to communicate with me by indirect relay.
- You are never to show me your written notes.
- You are never to communicate anything to me, in any literary form, by any means, if I am aware or easily able to discern that the message originated from you.
This does not limit your permission to communicate with any of my other servants. You are free to speak with whomever you wish, as long as I am not made aware of it. Naturally, you are also free to relay a message to me, given you manage to keep me unaware that it came from you. You may consider this a challenge if you would like, but there will of course be consequences for failure.
This aside, you are to communicate to me only by means of touch, body language, or animal-like sounds.
Three. Because beauty as perfect as yours is not to be kept hidden, you are never to wear anything. This includes clothing, shoes, towels, sheets, jewelry, accessories, medical supplies, or anything that can, in any sense of the word, be worn upon your body, for any reason, including but not limited to modesty, comfort, or protection. You are always to be as pure as you were on the day of your birth.
Temperature should be of no concern. Our weather is always beautiful and pleasant here, and our rainfalls are as soothing and refreshing as the baths you are to take each morning.
If you are hurt, my hospital has a number of magical and technological ways to heal your wounds without the need for bandages or casts. For minor wounds, tend them with your tongue as nature intended.
These are the simple rules which are expected of you. They are final, permanent, and non-negotiable. Failure to adhere to them, except under special circumstances to be determined by me, will result in periods of time-out proportional to the severity of your disobedience.
Anything and everything else not specified here, unless otherwise stated, is left entirely up to your freedom. Please enjoy yourself as much as I intend to enjoy you. I will be seeing you tonight in person; please do not be late in returning to bed.
-Lord Asraphel Kender
Eliza suddenly remembered to breathe after her heart had stopped for a time.
Is this a joke? Eliza wondered in panic, scanning the note again. Is this guy serious?
The first rule was fine.
The second rule is awkward, but I could have done it with some practice.
But the third... I...
I have to be naked? All the time?
Everywhere? In front of everyone? Seriously?
Eliza struggled to remember everything she'd seen that day. Is this a nudist resort? She asked herself. Were there any furs, at any store, or in any seat at the dinner table, who didn't wear clothes? ... I can't remember seeing a single naked fur today. I think it's something I would have noticed.
She slumped back against the pillows, holding Kender's note against her chest.
So this... this was something sexual after all. This is some perverted game to him.
I'm thirteen. And I have to go around naked everywhere. And let everyone see me. Maybe if I were legal age already, I could get over it. Somehow. But not... not... not now.
This guy is a pedo.
I... I don't think I can do this.
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