Shay can't see a thing, a blindfold blocking her view, but feeling a tug on the bindings around her wrists, she knows it's time to move again. Although her legs are shakey, she dare not let them cave in, not right now.

This is how the last few days have went. Wrists bound, blindfolded, being lead along to who knows where. After their caravan got raided, the poor 8 year old bunny has had no choice but to comply. The cool breeze over her naked form had made her shiver. At least the men were kind enough to feed her, but calling the food bland would be generous.

Shay feels a hand pushing her down, as well as pressure against the back of her knee, a sign that she should get on her knees. Appreciating the opportunity to get off her feet, Shay drops to her knees.

For the first time in days, her blindfold gets removed. Her eyes take several seconds to adjust, her vision blurry. She makes out a room lit by candle light. To her left, she sees a rather nice bed, nicer than any she had seen before. To her right, a cupboard of sorts. Shay needs to blink several times, but her eyes refuse to focus. The intricate detailed of the cupboard are hard to make out.

Finally, in front of her, a large chair. Sitting in the chair, a well dressed avian. His feathers black, beak short. Shay recognizes his clothes as that of a merchant, the type her family would do deliveries for. The avian is simply watching her, smiling. Perhaps waiting for a reaction.

Not wanting to speak out of place, as had gotten her punched, kicked and spat on over the last few days, Shay just nods at the man, hoping it'd be appropriate.

The bird seems satisfied, leaning forward in his seat. "Seems you know you place, little one. That's a good start" he says.

"Untie her. I don't think she'll break anything, right bunny?" the man says, looking at Shay. Shay nervously nods. A moment later, a large pig man comes into view, grabbing Shay's wrists and undoing the bindings. She had not even seen him standing behind her. "Good. Now leave us." the bird says. The pig simply nods, before he disappears from view again. Behind herself, Shay hears the sound of a heavy door closing. 

"Lovely. Let me hear your voice, little one. You do still have a voice, right?". The bird sits back, seemingly relaxing. 

"Y-yes... Uh, h-hello..." Shay says, unsure what to say. The words don't come without effort, the young bunny's throat dry. 

"Hello indeed." the bird laughs. "Tell me, do you know why you're here?"

Shay looks at the bird for a moment, but shakes her head "no". The bird continues staring at her, not satisfied, so Shay says "Ah, uh, sorry... I don't know why I'm here..."

"Sir." the bird says, looking slightly disappointed. "'I don't know why I'm here, sir" he says, correcting Shay.

"Oh, s-sorry..." Shay says. "I'm, ah, sorry. I don't know why I'm here... Sir..."

"That's better. Now, let me tell you why you're here. It's because I bought you. Do you know what that means?"

Shay isn't too surprised. All things considered, she did feel like she was being treated like goods the last few days.

"It, uh, means..." Shay starts. She's not sure what the bird wants to hear. "I, ah... I'm sorry. I'm not sure..."

The bird looks disappointed again. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure, sir", he corrects her again.

Shay can feel tears forming in her eyes. The last few days, she had been beaten, neglected, paraded around, spat on, even touched in her private parts a couple of times... Although she's been through a lot, the last thing she expected was to be diciplined in this manner by an older avian demanding to be called "sir".

Swallowing her pride, and swallowing tears, Shay manages to correct herself: "I-I'm s-sorry, sir. I'm not sure, sir..."

"Don't make me beat the lesson into you, little bunny. You get one more chance. Do you understand?"

Still fighting back tears, Shay manages to answer "y-yes... Sir..."

"Good. Good. You are such a precious little thing, so small, so vulnerable. I would hate to break you so soon." the bird sits up in his chair. Despite being a few feet away, Shay feels as if he is towering over her.

"Do you have a name, little bun? Or should I give you one?"

"It's, ah... It's S-shay... Uh, sir." Shay says nervously.

"Good. Shay. You're lucky it's cute. I'll let you keep that name for now, but don't think you're entitled to it. I can call you whatever I want, whenever I want. Got it?"

Still fighting back tears, Shay manages a "Yes sir" nodding. This is starting to feel very real. Shay has heard of slaves before in stories, but never expected to become one.

"Now, stand up, Shay. I want you to show me what I bought. All of it." the bird commands, leaning forward.

Shay looks down at her body, her white fur messy from her travels. Though she's felt the cool air on her naked form, seeing her own flat chest exposed, her lithe form, her exposed cunt... It suddenly makes her feel very self conscious. Looking up at the bird, seeing him watch her expectedly, the young bunny feels frozen.

"Do not make me repeat myself..." the bird says, his voice threatening. Shay manages get to her feet, shyly giving the bird a view of her young naked body.

"Good. Lift your arms above your head, and turn around slowly. Don't stop until I tell you to, got it?"

Nervously, Shay complies, raising her arms above her head. Not being able to hide her body with her arms makes her feel even more exposed, but it can't be helped. Slowly, she starts turning around, giving the bird a good view of her young body. She can feel his eyes watching to her, watching her flat chest, her hips, her bunny tail right above round butt as it comes into view... 

This goes on for a minute or two, Shay managing to do 3 full rotations, feeling the avian's eyes glued to her. After a while, the bird speaks again. "I see a few bruises. Do they hurt?"

Shay must admit, her body does hurt in several places, so she nods, watching the avian. He seems unsatisfied.

"Use your words when I ask you a question, okay? You've got such a lovely voice. Use it, or I'll take it away."

"Ah, y-yes... Sir. Sorry, sir... M-my body hurts, sir..."

"That's better. And that's good." the avian says, a hint of sadism in his voice. "Now spread those legs and bend over. I want a good view of that cunt."

Blushing, Shay complies, spreading her legs. She's not enjoying being treated like this, but angering this man does not seem like a good idea. She bends over, giving the bird a good view of her underaged folds.

"No bruising there. That's good. We'll get to that later." the bird says, somewhere between a threat and a promise. "They told me you're a virgin. Is that right?"

Confused, Shay looks up at the bird. "A, uh, virgin? S-sir..."

The bird looks amused at her lack of sex education. "Has anyone ever put anything inside your cunt?"

Considering it for a moment, Shay says "Uh, n-no, sir... I don't think so...".

"Really?" the bird asks. "Even on your way here, nobody touched you down there? Nodody put anything in there?"

"N-no, sir... W-well, they touched me there a few times, b-but... Uh, no, sir."

"They touched you down there?" the bird seems angry. "The bastards... Well, I'll have to look into that later. The fuckers weren't supposed to lay a hand on you, not down there, at least..."

Considering it for a moment, looking down at Shay, he seems to pull himself together. "Well, yeah. I'll sort that out later. At least those fuck pigs could control themselves enough not to ruin that cunt..."

Shay just feels confused. This all seems to be in a world above her, a world she knows nothing about. At least the bird doesn't seem angry at her.

"Apologies." the bird says. "I'm sure that wasn't your fault.". Watching Shay, the bird seems to make up his mind about something.

"Listen, Shay, you've been good so far. I was looking forward to beating a lesson into you, but I am not a monster. Good behavior deserves to be rewarded as well..."

Getting up, the bird takes a walk around Shay, heading to the door and opening it. Outside, a pig seems to be waiting, perhaps the one from before.

"Tell Arin he can release the funds. Everything seems to be in order, although I'd certainly like a word with your men about handling goods." Shay hears a grunt of confirmation from the pig.

"And you!" the bird shouts, calling someone over. A moment later, a young tiger girl, maybe 13 or 14 years old, shows up at the door, dressed in a maid outfit. "Come in here." 

"Yes, sir." the girl replies, walking into the room. 

"Shay, this is Vicky. She's been with us for a few years, so she knows the ropes. Vicky, this is Shay. She's been co-operative. Will you show her to the baths and make sure she's clean."

"Yes, sir, right away sir." Vicky takes Shay's hand, giving her a look over. "Come with me" she says, leading Shay out of the room.

End of part 1.