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Especially not after she’d sunk actual money into him showing up.\n\n\t“So how did we end up here?” He didn’t realize he’d said that out loud. Not until he saw Gretchen looking at him with that sour expression. Her diggers clacked a bit even if he couldn’t see them. She held both of her arms behind her with fists clasped against each other. An innocuous, almost innocent pose that seemed both perfectly fitting and utterly absurd on her.\n\n\t“Why don’t you tell me?” The mole muttered\n\n\t“That’s not… never mind.” he sighed “They didn’t have the edition you play at the shop and you said it’s not the newest one, so I have to assume they wont’ have it at Barnes and Noble either. So if I’m going to finish making this character then I’ll need to find them somewhere, right?”\n\n\t“We could have gone to Kzoo Books” As always Gretchen seemed dead set on being obstinate. \n\n\tSimon could do little more than roll his eyes ever so slightly and shrink down a touch. “I’m sure it’s a fine store, but I want to go with what I know. This is where I got the older books anyways so they probably have some here, right?”\n\n\t“Didn’t you say you ended up getting a mix of like, the first four editions?” The dour girl huffed and looked around the dusty old shop. He didn’t get why she was so upset. It was ‘her’ idea to help him update his character to fifth edition after all. He didn’t play Shadowrun yet and likely never would. It was possible she simply wanted him to know the rules so he could know how cool her character was. She kept going over all of the amazing things DollMistress could do and the fun ideas she’d had when making her. \n\n\tThe idea that this was all just a very round about attempt to have someone able to appreciate her bragging was feeling ever more likely. Though it might be awkward to actually say it out loud. “You should know what I’m looking for, though. You’re the one who won’t just let me use the books you have.”\n\n\t“I told you I’m not giving you those books.” Gretchen huffed again.\n\n\t“You don’t need to ‘give’ them to me. Just bring them in. Maybe tell me about that program you used to make the character sheet.”\n\n\t“I can get you a link for Chummer, but I’m not going to give you the books.” Gretchen hissed again.\n\n\t“Ok but why though?” Simon balked “I don’t get what you- ohfuck!”\n\n\tThe pair stopped short and gazed down the middle row of shelves. Two furs, only one of whom was supposed’ to be there. Milly was pressed up against one of the shelves with her panties around her ankles. Squirming and looking up into the eyes of an all too familiar pine marten. Lumia, for once sporting an off-the-shoulder top and simple skirt as opposed to her usual maid attire, had her muzzle pushed firmly over Milly’s. The smaller mole able to do little more than moan and squeal at deep and forceful kisses. The marten wasn’t very tall compared to most, but she absolutely towered over Milly and took clear advantage of that fact. Her fingers hooked and even without seeing details it was clear she was able to keep the other woman on edge and on her toes without a shred of effort.\n\n\tIt was Lumia who broke the kiss and looked at the intruders. Both Simon and Gretchen froze. The hateful scowl of the faux French woman kept them both silent. Neither one daring to move. They just watched as she let Milly sink back to her feet and pulled the messy paw to her own lips. Licking it angrily and then gesturing at the two of them.\n\n\t“What the fuck are you doing here?” Lumia huffed.\n\n\t“W-what are we? What are you?” Gretchen barked “This is illegal! A-and if you’re going to do it you should have at least locked the door.”\n\n\t“As if you minded the free show, pudgy.” Lumia growled. “You are the ones who have rudely interrupted our little fun. The least you would do is answer my question. What. Are. You. Doing. Here.”\n\n\tIt certainly didn’t sound like a question. Gretchen didn’t take it as one either. She bristled and scowled at the woman for the longest moment. Simon interposed between them and tried to offer a reassuring smile. The same old mask he always donned at work. “Look, we can go. We were just hoping to find something here.”\n\n\t“Oh my” Milly huffed breathlessly. The words had a tone that was far too lewd for discussing books. Even for someone who was probably just getting finger blasted at the back of a bookstore. A twisted, perverted grin passing over her muzzle. “Are you looking for more vintage Wonder Woman collections, Mister Simon? I think I have another one you might like stuffed away”\n\n\t“not now, Milly” Luima huffed\n\n\t“No it’s not that. Look, we can come back some other day I guess. I’m just trying to get some books for a tabletop game. I got some older edition versions of it here so I figured if I looked around I might find something more current.”\n\n\t“Why don’t you just buy it online?” Lumia huffed\n\n\t“Well I didn’t want to wait for delivery. Honestly I’d have been fine if she just let me look at her books.”\n\n\t“I told you” Gretchen barked “I’m not giving you Masters book. The PDFs have his full name in watermark! I’m still not sure you’re not a creepy stalker.”\n\n\t“PDF? Wait, you mean they aren’t physical books? You mean I could have bought this shit online? As in just download it bought it?”\n\n\tAt some point the marten girl had gotten closer and she now pushed herself between the two, looking between them with something that shifted from a generalized disdain to pure focused hate.\n\n\t“Everything is online, you stupid boy! Did you really not think to check before you came in here?” she gripped her lanky neck and hissed to herself. Milly’s soft snickers could be heard from down the aisle and the marten turned to glare at the mole before shifting her attention back to the other two. “Even then, would it really kill you to wait a day or two? When are you even doing this stupid game of yours?”\n\n\t“I mean technically we’re not.” Simon muttered “Gretchen does, but that’s with her Master. I uh, well obviously that’s not something I’m going to ask about or anything.”\n\n\t“Yeah uh, um, about that.” The frizzy haired mess of a girl raised her diggers sheepishly “I kinda haven’t actually gotten to ‘play’ Shadowrun yet. My Mistress explained how it works, and Master said he’d try to run for us when he got some more time. But I, uh…”\n\n\tSimon’s jaw dropped a bit. He wanted to say something. Wanted to say about a thousand things. Everything just fell flat as he gazed at the girl and bit back on the… whatever he was feeling? Rage? Rage felt so silly. It couldn’t be something like that. But then what was it?\n\n\t“At least I have a character.” Gretchen grumbled “Plus you’re the one who keeps making me bring her up! I’m just trying to get my deck settled to beat Xiulan.”\n\n\t“Pretty sure it’s Collin this week.” Simon sighed “I saw him coming in wearing boy clothes. You said that means it’s Collin. I didn’t want to make a deck, either. You’re the one who literally keeps buying cards and shoving them at me because-”\n\n\t“That’s it!” Luima snapped as she grabbed the wrist of either fur. “You two. Follow. Now. And you, Milly” The marten scowled and glared at the other mole girl “Do not get too comfortable. I will be back to ‘continue’ this in a few moments.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThere actually were back stairs into the club! Rather than dragging the two out of the store Lumia had dragged the two into the back and though what passed for a back office. An old set of metal service stairs took them down into a back hallway. Simon hadn’t seen it before, but it matched the same types of bricks used in the club and the hall itself passed under the sex shop and tattoo parlor with the same sorts of stairs. It likely would have gone on to the next shop as well if not for a much newer wall built up. \n\n\tLumia didn’t give either of them much chance to take in the sights. A demon in a pixie cut marching the two into hell. Or rather, marching them in to the empty and half cleaned main room of the club.\n\n\tSimon found himself tossed into a seat at one end of a booth with Gretchen fumbled into the other side. Both looked up at their borderline captor with all the trepidation of scolded children. Gazing at the nonplussed Lumia who now towered over them and tapped her high heel on the cement floor.\n\n\t“Alright you insufferable little twerps” Lumia spat “Out with it. What exactly is your problem? It’s bad enough you wander in on my fun time but neither one of you has shut the hell up since you showed up. Do I have to scream at the little fake dom about keeping his pets in line?”\n\n\tBoth blurted their outrage. It took Simon a moment to realize that the bitchy woman was technically talking about the same person. In his mind he could only think she was, once again, insulting Mistress. Something both of the stupid maids felt far too comfortable doing.\n\n\t“Ack, calm down you two sluts. One at a time. You first” she gestured to Gretchen.\n\n\t“He doesn’t belong to Master. He’s just some guy who might be a stalker. And he’s helping me beat someone at FNM. That’s all.”\n\n\t“I have no idea what FNM is, and I do not care.” Lumia growled “But if he’s a stalker, then why keep him so close? Why not simply call the cops? Why spend time around him?”\n\n\t“To keep an eye on him” Gretchen muttered ‘He’s after my Master.”\n\n\t“I am not.” Simon snapped “I told you I’m not gay. My heart and soul belong to Mistress Justine. I’m her slave, not anyone else’s!”\n\n\tBoth girls grimaced. Gretchen looked ready to throw hands, which was a scary prospect given those digger claws. Lumia looked far less inclined to violence and yet was just as terrifying. She gazed at him for a few long moments and then grabbed Gretchen by an ear, pulling her to her feet and dragging the mole up to her feet.\n\n\t“You.” Lumia barked “Strip.”\n\n\t“What?” The poor girl’s voice cracked ‘But I-”\n\n\t“STRIP!”\n\n\tThe mole capitulated. Blushing the whole while. It wasn’t the first time Simon had seen her nude. He still felt bad. Why wouldn’t he? Neither of them chose this but she clearly wasn’t expecting to be put on display today. Especially not by someone other than her owners.\n\n\t“Present.” Lumia snapped, and without a moments hesitation Gretchen threw her arms up behind her head. Every spot where the fur was less prominent a blush could be seen peeking though. Her body was trembling as she parted her legs a calculated amount. Once she was in position, Lumia slipped a finger under Gretchen’s chin and tilted it to the side a bit.\n\n\tSimon had heard Gretchen insult herself plenty, and heard others like Lumia say al manner of cruel things. But to be frank her build always just reminded him of how Meg Griffin would probably look in real life. Then again that body shame might be part of what the girl wanted. The fact that she was listening to this crazy girl right now was enough of an indication that she was at least somewhat ok with this.\n\n\t“Now I know this specimen is hardly impressive” Lumia huffed “But this, dear boy, is what a slave looks like. Notice how quickly she responded. The trained precision in the movements, well, relatively at least. Already wet from the shame. I understand she’s even asking her Master and Mistress to design some kind of tattoo or brand for her. Isn’t that right?”\n\n\t“T-they said they’d think about it. That’s all.” Gretchen muttered. She tried to look away. A snap of the fingers cased her to turn her face back up towards the front.\n\n\tLumia snickered at this and licked her lips “you see? She is a person second, if at all. Her owners, the ones who collared her, mean everything. All of her thoughts and feelings are put to them. Even now she’s obsessed at the idea that some scrawny little tree rat is going to take them away from her. She wakes up ready to please her betters and probably dreams of them every night. She is ‘nothing’. She is a doll. She is an object To be used, dressed, disposed of or replaced all as her God and Goddess wish.” A hard smack to the poor girls ass split the hush of the room. Once again drawing a smile from Lumia “Isn’t that right you little fuckwhore.”\n\n\t“I… It is.” Gretchen muttered. Her body trembling to the cool of the room.\n\n\t“This, boy, is a slave. Which is what you are not.” Lumia snapped. “Even if I find her pathetic, and her choice of owners even more so, she is still a slave at heart. A slave in her core. She is not” The marten girl pointed to Simon “some crushing little stalker.”\n\n\t“I am not stalking!” Simon squealed\n\n\t“Aren’t you?” She huffed “Just because the object of your fixation is not on the boy but on the girl he plays, does that make it any different? No, if anything that makes it worse, doesn’t it?” the marten’s toxic smile went crooked and she leaned herself on Gretchen, the poor girl struggling to stay standing with the added weight. “You follow some tasks you are given, obsess when you wish to, then prance off back to your own little life.”\n\n\t“That’s not all it is.” Simon whimpered “She still gives me tasks. Just because she doesn't have enough time to train me as much as Gretchen”\n\n\t“Let me guess.” Lumia snapped. “She has you working on your voice. Non? Trying to get a good little sissy faggot girl voice?”\n\n\tSimon nodded shamefully, and yet proudly. Reminded of something his owner had absolutely been pushing upon him.\n\n\t“Show me.” Lumia scoffed\n\n\tJust like that the pride evaporated. He opened his muzzle, closed it, then opened it again. All of the files, the videos, the links. The examples of what Justine’s Jeanette was ‘supposed’ to sound like. The high, cracking pitch and meek papery timidity of it all sounded so clear in his head. And yet…\n\n\t“H-hi” It was wrong. All wrong. Even without listening back he knew it was wrong. It was too low, too stilted, too ‘him’.\n\n\t“I see.” Lumia laughed “And how about how you stand? How you walk? How many actual, real life decisions have you surrendered to this ‘Mistress’ of yours? How much has she really changed you?” \n\n\t“W-wait a second” Simon snapped “That’s not fair. I’m still trying. It hasn’t been that long. I picked out some clothe and-”\n\n\t“You picked out a costume” Lumia laughed “Do you see this girl dressing up as some old cartoon character or some bitch from a video game just because she thinks it will help her fit in?”\n\n\tGretchen whimpered and did her best to lift a finger “A-actually, Mistress is really into cosplay. So lately I’ve”\n\n\t“Quiet, you.” Lumia snapped “That’s not the same thing and you know it. This ‘Jeanette’ girl, and ‘Simone’ before her. They weren’t there to please your owner. You don’t have an owner. A boy trying to make ends meet tried to turn you into a generic stripper slut bimbo and got bored. Which is understandable. You could never pull it off. So he changes things up. But there is no real ‘Jeanette’, is there? No girl self he can play with. He just picked a character with a bit of irony so he would not have to be quite as bored at work”\n\n\t“She’s not bored!” Simon snapped. His voice cracked in trembling desperation. “I still go home and listen to what she tells me. I goon to what she tells me. I try to be a better slave. I-”\n\n\t“You pay someone and to give you tasks. The same as every other client ‘she’ has. For as much as I can’t stand that little dork fouling up Madame’s space at the very least he knows what it means to be a dominant, and he knows how to be a service dominant to people who clearly do not care about ‘his’ interests.” \n\n\tThe marten slipped behind Gretchen again. She coiled her arms around the girl like snakes. One hand rubbing along her tummy, the other coiled under her chin. The shocked submissive gasping and struggling to keep standing while she writhed at the sudden attention from the borderline stranger. “Tell me, dear. Do your owners ever make requests of you that you do not wish to do? Your Mistress and her little costumes for example. Would you tell me that you ‘enjoy’ wearing whatever things she picks out? Enjoy being but a prop for whatever debased little fantasies she has from her silly games?”\n\n\t“N-no. Yes? Kinda. I-it’s complicated” Gretchen muttered “I mean I don’t like it, but-”\n\n\t“But you love that she does. If your Mistress says to lick the toilet rim, you do it. If your Master says to fuck someone you despise, you do it. Granted, the boy is not stupid enough to do that, I’d imagine” She scoffed as the hand on Gretchen’s tummy drifted lower, reached slowly to brush fingertips over pelvis “It gets you wet to live for them. Non? Knowing you are property. ‘Real’ property.”\n\n\tHer eyes flashed over to Simon. Her muzzle flaring as she took a deep, low breath. “I hate your kind of ‘slave’, boy.” The already tenuous French accent now all but gone “The kind who thinks they can just pay for the kind of kinky sex they want and suddenly it qualifies them. That you can be on my level, or even on hers. All because you can find someone to fit ‘your’ fetishes for a fee. It’s not that your voice is bad. If you were a real slave then Jeanette would become something for your ‘Master’ to enjoy. A doll to please him. Not a mask you can pretend some imaginary woman puts on you”\n\n\tSimon opened his mouth to say something, but Lumia shushed him. Tossing her hands back in a display of frustrated surrender. She marched her way towards the door in the back and fluffled her tail aggressively “Get yourself dressed, girl. The two of you can come up when you’re ready. I’m sure Milly will have twenty different books to suggest for you. I swear, just when things were getting good…”\n\n\tSimon and Gretchen looked at each other for a long moment and then gazed away. The mole blushing furiously but there was a hint of odd pride on her face. Simon, meanwhile, sighed and pulled himself up. Maybe he was right, he should be staying home Fridays.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Leashed Chapter 10: Real Slave
By TerraMGP

\tThe past few Fridays had been the same. Show up a bit early, Listen to Gretchen whine, Try to tweak his burgeoning deck and then get taken out in the first or second round by someone who clearly knew what they were doing. A stronger Simon would have said no. He’d have gone back to gooning at home right away and stopped it with this whole silly card game nonsense. Unfortunately the ‘real’ Simon felt extremely guilty about that.

\tGretchen was pretty clear that they were not friends, and he agreed. She was simply following orders, and he was facilitating that because, well, he imagined she’d be upset if he didn’t. Even if he didn’t like her he didn’t have the heart to do that. Especially not after she’d sunk actual money into him showing up.

\t“So how did we end up here?” He didn’t realize he’d said that out loud. Not until he saw Gretchen looking at him with that sour expression. Her diggers clacked a bit even if he couldn’t see them. She held both of her arms behind her with fists clasped against each other. An innocuous, almost innocent pose that seemed both perfectly fitting and utterly absurd on her.

\t“Why don’t you tell me?” The mole muttered

\t“That’s not… never mind.” he sighed “They didn’t have the edition you play at the shop and you said it’s not the newest one, so I have to assume they wont’ have it at Barnes and Noble either. So if I’m going to finish making this character then I’ll need to find them somewhere, right?”

\t“We could have gone to Kzoo Books” As always Gretchen seemed dead set on being obstinate.  

\tSimon could do little more than roll his eyes ever so slightly and shrink down a touch. “I’m sure it’s a fine store, but I want to go with what I know. This is where I got the older books anyways so they probably have some here, right?”

\t“Didn’t you say you ended up getting a mix of like, the first four editions?” The dour girl huffed and looked around the dusty old shop. He didn’t get why she was so upset. It was ‘her’ idea to help him update his character to fifth edition after all. He didn’t play Shadowrun yet and likely never would. It was possible she simply wanted him to know the rules so he could know how cool her character was. She kept going over all of the amazing things DollMistress could do and the fun ideas she’d had when making her.

\tThe idea that this was all just a very round about attempt to have someone able to appreciate her bragging was feeling ever more likely. Though it might be awkward to actually say it out loud. “You should know what I’m looking for, though. You’re the one who won’t just let me use the books you have.”

\t“I told you I’m not giving you those books.” Gretchen huffed again.

\t“You don’t need to ‘give’ them to me. Just bring them in. Maybe tell me about that program you used to make the character sheet.”

\t“I can get you a link for Chummer, but I’m not going to give you the books.” Gretchen hissed again.

\t“Ok but why though?” Simon balked “I don’t get what you- ohfuck!”

\tThe pair stopped short and gazed down the middle row of shelves. Two furs, only one of whom was supposed’ to be there. Milly was pressed up against one of the shelves with her panties around her ankles. Squirming and looking up into the eyes of an all too familiar pine marten. Lumia, for once sporting an off-the-shoulder top and simple skirt as opposed to her usual maid attire, had her muzzle pushed firmly over Milly’s. The smaller mole able to do little more than moan and squeal at deep and forceful kisses. The marten wasn’t very tall compared to most, but she absolutely towered over Milly and took clear advantage of that fact. Her fingers hooked and even without seeing details it was clear she was able to keep the other woman on edge and on her toes without a shred of effort.

\tIt was Lumia who broke the kiss and looked at the intruders. Both Simon and Gretchen froze. The hateful scowl of the faux French woman kept them both silent. Neither one daring to move. They just watched as she let Milly sink back to her feet and pulled the messy paw to her own lips. Licking it angrily and then gesturing at the two of them.

\t“What the fuck are you doing here?” Lumia huffed.

\t“W-what are we? What are you?” Gretchen barked “This is illegal! A-and if you’re going to do it you should have at least locked the door.”

\t“As if you minded the free show, pudgy.” Lumia growled. “You are the ones who have rudely interrupted our little fun. The least you would do is answer my question. What. Are. You. Doing. Here.”

\tIt certainly didn’t sound like a question. Gretchen didn’t take it as one either. She bristled and scowled at the woman for the longest moment. Simon interposed between them and tried to offer a reassuring smile. The same old mask he always donned at work. “Look, we can go. We were just hoping to find something here.”

\t“Oh my” Milly huffed breathlessly. The words had a tone that was far too lewd for discussing books. Even for someone who was probably just getting finger blasted at the back of a bookstore. A twisted, perverted grin passing over her muzzle. “Are you looking for more vintage Wonder Woman collections, Mister Simon? I think I have another one you might like stuffed away”

\t“not now, Milly” Luima huffed

\t“No it’s not that. Look, we can come back some other day I guess. I’m just trying to get some books for a tabletop game. I got some older edition versions of it here so I figured if I looked around I might find something more current.”

\t“Why don’t you just buy it online?” Lumia huffed

\t“Well I didn’t want to wait for delivery. Honestly I’d have been fine if she just let me look at her books.”

\t“I told you” Gretchen barked “I’m not giving you Masters book. The PDFs have his full name in watermark! I’m still not sure you’re not a creepy stalker.”

\t“PDF? Wait, you mean they aren’t physical books? You mean I could have bought this shit online? As in just download it bought it?”

\tAt some point the marten girl had gotten closer and she now pushed herself between the two, looking between them with something that shifted from a generalized disdain to pure focused hate.

\t“Everything is online, you stupid boy! Did you really not think to check before you came in here?” she gripped her lanky neck and hissed to herself. Milly’s soft snickers could be heard from down the aisle and the marten turned to glare at the mole before shifting her attention back to the other two. “Even then, would it really kill you to wait a day or two? When are you even doing this stupid game of yours?”

\t“I mean technically we’re not.” Simon muttered “Gretchen does, but that’s with her Master. I uh, well obviously that’s not something I’m going to ask about or anything.”

\t“Yeah uh, um, about that.” The frizzy haired mess of a girl raised her diggers sheepishly “I kinda haven’t actually gotten to ‘play’ Shadowrun yet. My Mistress explained how it works, and Master said he’d try to run for us when he got some more time. But I, uh…”

\tSimon’s jaw dropped a bit. He wanted to say something. Wanted to say about a thousand things. Everything just fell flat as he gazed at the girl and bit back on the… whatever he was feeling? Rage? Rage felt so silly. It couldn’t be something like that. But then what was it?

\t“At least I have a character.” Gretchen grumbled “Plus you’re the one who keeps making me bring her up! I’m just trying to get my deck settled to beat Xiulan.”

\t“Pretty sure it’s Collin this week.” Simon sighed “I saw him coming in wearing boy clothes. You said that means it’s Collin. I didn’t want to make a deck, either. You’re the one who literally keeps buying cards and shoving them at me because-”

\t“That’s it!” Luima snapped as she grabbed the wrist of either fur. “You two. Follow. Now. And you, Milly” The marten scowled and glared at the other mole girl “Do not get too comfortable. I will be back to ‘continue’ this in a few moments.”

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\tThere actually were back stairs into the club! Rather than dragging the two out of the store Lumia had dragged the two into the back and though what passed for a back office. An old set of metal service stairs took them down into a back hallway. Simon hadn’t seen it before, but it matched the same types of bricks used in the club and the hall itself passed under the sex shop and tattoo parlor with the same sorts of stairs. It likely would have gone on to the next shop as well if not for a much newer wall built up.

\tLumia didn’t give either of them much chance to take in the sights. A demon in a pixie cut marching the two into hell. Or rather, marching them in to the empty and half cleaned main room of the club.

\tSimon found himself tossed into a seat at one end of a booth with Gretchen fumbled into the other side. Both looked up at their borderline captor with all the trepidation of scolded children. Gazing at the nonplussed Lumia who now towered over them and tapped her high heel on the cement floor.

\t“Alright you insufferable little twerps” Lumia spat “Out with it. What exactly is your problem? It’s bad enough you wander in on my fun time but neither one of you has shut the hell up since you showed up. Do I have to scream at the little fake dom about keeping his pets in line?”

\tBoth blurted their outrage. It took Simon a moment to realize that the bitchy woman was technically talking about the same person. In his mind he could only think she was, once again, insulting Mistress. Something both of the stupid maids felt far too comfortable doing.

\t“Ack, calm down you two sluts. One at a time. You first” she gestured to Gretchen.

\t“He doesn’t belong to Master. He’s just some guy who might be a stalker. And he’s helping me beat someone at FNM. That’s all.”

\t“I have no idea what FNM is, and I do not care.” Lumia growled “But if he’s a stalker, then why keep him so close? Why not simply call the cops? Why spend time around him?”

\t“To keep an eye on him” Gretchen muttered ‘He’s after my Master.”

\t“I am not.” Simon snapped “I told you I’m not gay. My heart and soul belong to Mistress Justine. I’m her slave, not anyone else’s!”

\tBoth girls grimaced. Gretchen looked ready to throw hands, which was a scary prospect given those digger claws. Lumia looked far less inclined to violence and yet was just as terrifying. She gazed at him for a few long moments and then grabbed Gretchen by an ear, pulling her to her feet and dragging the mole up to her feet.

\t“You.” Lumia barked “Strip.”

\t“What?” The poor girl’s voice cracked ‘But I-”

\t“STRIP!”

\tThe mole capitulated. Blushing the whole while. It wasn’t the first time Simon had seen her nude. He still felt bad. Why wouldn’t he? Neither of them chose this but she clearly wasn’t expecting to be put on display today. Especially not by someone other than her owners.

\t“Present.” Lumia snapped, and without a moments hesitation Gretchen threw her arms up behind her head. Every spot where the fur was less prominent a blush could be seen peeking though. Her body was trembling as she parted her legs a calculated amount. Once she was in position, Lumia slipped a finger under Gretchen’s chin and tilted it to the side a bit.

\tSimon had heard Gretchen insult herself plenty, and heard others like Lumia say al manner of cruel things. But to be frank her build always just reminded him of how Meg Griffin would probably look in real life. Then again that body shame might be part of what the girl wanted. The fact that she was listening to this crazy girl right now was enough of an indication that she was at least somewhat ok with this.

\t“Now I know this specimen is hardly impressive” Lumia huffed “But this, dear boy, is what a slave looks like. Notice how quickly she responded. The trained precision in the movements, well, relatively at least. Already wet from the shame. I understand she’s even asking her Master and Mistress to design some kind of tattoo or brand for her. Isn’t that right?”

\t“T-they said they’d think about it. That’s all.” Gretchen muttered. She tried to look away. A snap of the fingers cased her to turn her face back up towards the front.

\tLumia snickered at this and licked her lips “you see? She is a person second, if at all. Her owners, the ones who collared her, mean everything. All of her thoughts and feelings are put to them. Even now she’s obsessed at the idea that some scrawny little tree rat is going to take them away from her. She wakes up ready to please her betters and probably dreams of them every night. She is ‘nothing’. She is a doll. She is an object To be used, dressed, disposed of or replaced all as her God and Goddess wish.” A hard smack to the poor girls ass split the hush of the room. Once again drawing a smile from Lumia “Isn’t that right you little fuckwhore.”

\t“I… It  is.” Gretchen muttered. Her body trembling to the cool of the room.

\t“This, boy, is a slave. Which is what you are not.” Lumia snapped. “Even if I find her pathetic, and her choice of owners even more so, she is still a slave at heart. A slave in her core. She is not” The marten girl pointed to Simon “some crushing little stalker.”

\t“I am not stalking!” Simon squealed

\t“Aren’t you?” She huffed “Just because the object of your fixation is not on the boy but on the girl he plays, does that make it any different? No, if anything that makes it worse, doesn’t it?” the marten’s toxic smile went crooked and she leaned herself on Gretchen, the poor girl struggling to stay standing with the added weight. “You follow some tasks you are given, obsess when you wish to, then prance off back to your own little life.”

\t“That’s not all it is.” Simon whimpered “She still gives me tasks. Just because she doesn't have enough time to train me as much as Gretchen”

\t“Let me guess.” Lumia snapped. “She has you working on your voice. Non? Trying to get a good little sissy faggot girl voice?”

\tSimon nodded shamefully, and yet proudly. Reminded of something his owner had absolutely been pushing upon him.

\t“Show me.” Lumia scoffed

\tJust like that the pride evaporated. He opened his muzzle, closed it, then opened it again. All of the files, the videos, the links. The examples of what Justine’s Jeanette was ‘supposed’ to sound like. The high, cracking pitch and meek papery timidity of it all sounded so clear in his head. And yet…

\t“H-hi” It was wrong. All wrong. Even without listening back he knew it was wrong. It was too low, too stilted, too ‘him’.

\t“I see.” Lumia laughed “And how about how you stand? How you walk? How many actual, real life decisions have you surrendered to this ‘Mistress’ of yours? How much has she really changed you?”

\t“W-wait a second” Simon snapped “That’s not fair. I’m still trying. It hasn’t been that long. I picked out some clothe and-”

\t“You picked out a costume” Lumia laughed “Do you see this girl dressing up as some old cartoon character or some bitch from a video game just because she thinks it will help her fit in?”

\tGretchen whimpered and did her best to lift a finger “A-actually, Mistress is really into cosplay. So lately I’ve”

\t“Quiet, you.” Lumia snapped “That’s not the same thing and you know it. This ‘Jeanette’ girl, and ‘Simone’ before her. They weren’t there to please your owner. You don’t have an owner. A boy trying to make ends meet tried to turn you into a generic stripper slut bimbo and got bored. Which is understandable. You could never pull it off. So he changes things up. But there is no real ‘Jeanette’, is there? No girl self he can play with. He just picked a character with a bit of irony so he would not have to be quite as bored at work”

\t“She’s not bored!” Simon snapped. His voice cracked in trembling desperation. “I still go home and listen to what she tells me. I goon to what she tells me. I try to be a better slave. I-”

\t“You pay someone and to give you tasks. The same as every other client ‘she’ has. For as much as I can’t stand that little dork fouling up Madame’s space at the very least he knows what it means to be a dominant, and he knows how to be a service dominant to people who clearly do not care about ‘his’ interests.”

\tThe marten slipped behind Gretchen again. She coiled her arms around the girl like snakes. One hand rubbing along her tummy, the other coiled under her chin. The shocked submissive gasping and struggling to keep standing while she writhed at the sudden attention from the borderline stranger. “Tell me, dear. Do your owners ever make requests of you that you do not wish to do? Your Mistress and her little costumes for example. Would you tell me that you ‘enjoy’ wearing whatever things she picks out? Enjoy being but a prop for whatever debased little fantasies she has from her silly games?”

\t“N-no. Yes? Kinda. I-it’s complicated” Gretchen muttered “I mean I don’t like it, but-”

\t“But you love that she does. If your Mistress says to lick the toilet rim, you do it. If your Master says to fuck someone you despise, you do it. Granted, the boy is not stupid enough to do that, I’d imagine” She scoffed as the hand on Gretchen’s tummy drifted lower, reached slowly to brush fingertips over pelvis “It gets you wet to live for them. Non? Knowing you are property. ‘Real’ property.”

\tHer eyes flashed over to Simon. Her muzzle flaring as she took a deep, low breath. “I hate your kind of ‘slave’, boy.” The already tenuous French accent now all but gone “The kind who thinks they can just pay for the kind of kinky sex they want and suddenly it qualifies them. That you can be on my level, or even on hers. All because you can find someone to fit ‘your’ fetishes for a fee. It’s not that your voice is bad. If you were a real slave then Jeanette would become something for your ‘Master’ to enjoy. A doll to please him. Not a mask you can pretend some imaginary woman puts on you”

\tSimon opened his mouth to say something, but Lumia shushed him. Tossing her hands back in a display of frustrated surrender. She marched her way towards the door in the back and fluffled her tail aggressively “Get yourself dressed, girl. The two of you can come up when you’re ready. I’m sure Milly will have twenty different books to suggest for you. I swear, just when things were getting good…”

\tSimon and Gretchen looked at each other for a long moment and then gazed away. The mole blushing furiously but there was a hint of odd pride on her face. Simon, meanwhile, sighed and pulled himself up. Maybe he was right, he should be staying home Fridays.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Leashed Chapter 10: Real Slave", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "100" }