by : Socks
© 2006 Socks Furrotica
The slaves had the next day
off. They were told that they could have unrestricted sex, but no
violent behavior would be tolerated. 73 cuddled with 88 in his
bunk as others in the slave quarters were having unashamed sex in every
corner. Even the slaves who swore they were straight were
enjoying the attentions of other males.
88 lay spooned inside 73's body as they watched the display of
unrestrained slavebunny sex. "So why aren't you having sex?"
"I should ask you the same thing." 73 said, kissing 88 on the cheek
neck. "But it just doesn't feel right. Just fucking to
88 nodded. "I know. I keep feeling like it's another test."
73 put his hand on 88's belly fur. "But I'd like to have sex with
88 smiled. "And I you." He held 73's paw in his own, and
lay into 73's body. "But I like this. It's better than
sex." 73 nodded, kissing 88 on the cheek as 88 helt 73's
paw. They lay there together almost the entire day cuddling and
nuzzling each other tenderly, only stopping for meals and a mandatory
recreation time outside the slave quarters.
In his office, Master Trainer was working nonstop. He had a list
of who was to be auctioned where, slave dossiers, and more. The
list of offers was good, including a few huge offers for a few of his
class. He took time to review some of the holovids from the slave
quarters through the day, and smiled to himself. This was a good
class for him.
The next day, the slaves were standing next to their bunks before the
attention tone. 73 looked over to 88. "This is probably
goodbye." He said around the lump in his throat.
"I know." 88 said. The two of them leaned into each other and
rubbed muzzles again. "I love you, you know."
"I know." 73 said sadly. "Because I love you too."
The two of them held paws until the tone caught their attention.
"I hate goodbyes." 88 said.
"Then I won't say goodbye." 73 said with a sad expression. They
looked into each other's eyes as long as they dared, then stood at
The guards came in, and lined them up in numeric order. Silently,
they were brought to another room. "You will stand on the stage
in the red ring." The guard said with little emotion. "You will
stand still, and you will not move until you are told to leave the red
ring. Do not make gestures, do not make motions, and do not try
to do anything but stand there. 065, enter the ring."
The parade was long, each slave entered and stood, looking at a
wall. 067 was punished for making faces, but the rest was
somewhat routine. After the procedure, each slave rabbit was
placed in one of the stasis chairs. The chairs moved into a
larger room that had a few devices in it that none of them had seen
before. There the chairs powered down, and they all waited.
73 tried to look at 88, but couldn't see him. They sat for a long
time, but sat silently as the chairs impaired their ability to
speak. Master trainer came into the room. Quietly, he took
out his controller and pressed several keys on it. Four of the
chairs glided out of the room, and the door closed. "It is my
pleasure to tell you that all of you have been purchased." He
said. "Which means you will not be blanked nor recycled to the
next slave class."
There was a collective sigh through the room. "As of this moment,
you are no longer my slaves. Just remember that you're not my
slaves now, but I have had some come back to be to be blanked because
they were uncooperative in their new homes. So remember that you
wouldn't be the first to return." Master trainer looked over to a
student he had reprimanded not more than two days ago. "In fact,
067? You were asked specifically to not be blanked."
"Wha?" 67 asked.
"No, in fact..." He tapped on the controller. 67's chair
lurched forward and into a specific position. "Your purchaser has
requested a few modifications."
"Modifications?" 67 asked.
"Modifications." Trainer said. "Since we have the capability to
modify and customize within reason, we were asked to give you specific
modifications." He pressed the button on the remote, and an arm
from the device made a wild swing to 67.
A blue light emitted from the device, and 67 cringed in fear.
Then he realized the beam was focused on his genitals. "Oh!" he
took in a deep breath. "Oooooooo! That's nice!" Soon
the beam shifted to his sheath, and it swelled in size. Then once
more on the base of his tail, and he let out a long groan of
pleasure. "Oh yeah..." he said. "That's a good one!"
Trainer smiled as the machine stopped. "A 75% increase in the
size and density of the male genitalia, and increased sensitivity in
your nervous system for the pleasure pain response. And an
increase in your sex drive and ability to produce semen."
He motioned to the guards, who approached and stood to either side of
his chair. The restraints opened up, and his collar popped off
his throat effortlessly. "You are ready for delivery.
067 looked at the other slave-bunnies and sneered at 073. "Seeya
suckers!" He walked proudly out of the room with a swagger in his
Trainer smiled as the door closed. "When he finds out who he's
sold to, he won't be so proud of his big balls." He looked at the
controller in his paw. "The woman who bought him wanted his
attitude for her... art. He's going to hate those balls
before the end of the week." There was an uneasy laugh in the
room. "I can tell you that for the rest of you, your future is
much kinder." He tapped the controller again. "076 for
example will be going to a nice family who needs a light housework
servant. They requested no modifications, and will be picking you
up in three days. Until then, you will have time to yourself to
familiarize yourself with your new duties."
One by one the slaves were brought to the front, told their new
position, and most were modified in one way or another. Some for
looks, some for pleasure, some for both. Each walked out the
front door with guards on their sides, not holding their wrists.
Finally, there were only two left. "088." He looked at the
grey bunny. "I am proud to say you have been purchased by a dear
friend of mine. She needs someone to look after her home, and
accompany her on travels. She has informed me that she wanted you
because you seem the most affectionate. She also has requested
specific modifications, but asked me not to tell you myself."
Trainer smiled as the machine ran robotic arms all along 088's
body. 88 cooed and let out light moans as he was bathed in the
machine's lights and energy. Once it was done, the restraints
popped loose and 88 was helped out of his chair. His fur was now
a darker grey with tan highlights through it that accentuated his
appearance. He also sported a little more musculature, and looked
almost like an athlete or a guard.
88 looked at 73. They both motioned at each other, as if they
were rubbing muzzles in the air. 88 sighed, and walked out the
door. 73 tried not to cry, but felt a tear roll down his cheek.
Trainer tapped the controller, and brought the last chair to the
spot. "And this leaves you, 73." He said. "I have to admit
that a few million credits for you was more than I expected."
"Thank you Sir." 73 said sadly.
"Except that you didn't get that much." 73 looked up at
Trainer. "Oh you were offered for, but I didn't take the offer."
"s... Sir?" 73 stammered. Trainer didn't say anything, he
simply ran the program. The light bathed 73's body, and the slave
groaned in pure pleasure as it ran all the way through him. The
beam spent extra time under his tail, on his tail and through his
back. 73 felt pleasure as the machine felt like it was taking
it's time with him, letting him enjoy the process. The machine
stopped, and the restraints popped open.
Trainer helped the slave out of the restraint chair. "No, you're
one slave that I am going to keep." He said. "I wouldn't fuck a
slave otherwise, it makes you marked goods and damages resale value."
"Y... you kept me?"
"Yes, I did." He put his arm around the slave's shoulder and
walked him out of the room himself. "And don't think it was
an easy decision. I got an offer from a prince who said he'd pay
me 3.5 million for you in metals and gems."
"A Prince?" The slave felt thoroughly confused. "Why didn't
you sell me for that?"
He turned the slave, stopping them in the hallway of his ship, and
looked the slave in the eye. "Because I'm the Trainer." He said
with a grin. "And if my personal slave is the best in the galaxy,
then what does that say about the others I sell?"
The slave smiled. "I understand Sir."
They walked down the hallways of Master's ship, watching the various
guards and other personnel going about day to day business. They
walked into the crew quarters where the slave was informally given a
quick tour of where things were. Master led the slave into a
small room down the hall from his own bedroom. "These are your
permanent quarters." He said. "Now, you know what's about to
happen, don't you?"
"My claiming." The slave said with a smile. His sheath tingled as
he was led to the king bed.
"Yes, my slave." The Master said. He removed all his own
clothing. "I want this to be special for you, for us both.
You're my first and only slave I plan on claiming, and I know you will
serve me and my staff well." He leaned over to the nightstand,
and showed the slave a series of platinum rings of various sizes.
"You probably know the slave laws better than I do. You know what
most of these are."
"I do Master." The slave said softly.
"Master Quith." He said gently, tracing his finger along his slave's
bare throat. "You may call me by Master, Sir or Master
Quith. In private, you may call me Quith if it's necessary.
My wife always prefers to be called Mistress Quith." The slave
looked surprised. "Oh yes." Master said with a smile.
"Happily mated for many years. But we both have our sexual tastes
we like to indulge. She enjoys the occasional female companion or
younger male as I enjoy the occasional male companion or sometimes
sharing her with another male. She knows, I know, and we're very
open with each other. I would recommend you be the same with her."
"I will, Master."
Master Quith nodded, lying down with the slave in the bed. He
traced his paw along the face of his slave, who cooed in pleasure at
his touch. Master Quith reached over to the bands, and placed
them at the head of the bed. He picked up the largest one.
"This is your slave collar. With this I claim you as my slave, my
property." He placed the thin band around the slave's neck.
With a click, and the sound of fusing metal, the collar became
permanently attached around the slave's throat. "Should you ever
be lost, the inscriptions are in trade. Every major port in the
galaxy will know who you are, and who you belong to."
The slave smiled, and enjoyed the almost snug feel against his
neck. Master took the slave's paws into his own. "With
these bracelets, I claim your paws as mine. I will expect you to
use them in my service and in the service of others I command of
you." The slave smiled and nodded. Master then slowly
dragged his paws down the slave's body, and brought his feet up.
"With these anklets, I claim your paws to walk and travel with
me. I will trust you with errands, I will trust you with
liberties, and I will trust you to not exceed my boundaries."
Gently, Master rolled the slave onto his stomach. He traced
around the tail of the slave bunny, causing him to moan a little.
The slave felt something go around the base of his stubby tail, and the
sound of a click and metal fusing, he felt something locked around the
base of his tail. He twitched it, and felt pleasure as he did
so. "The law does not require this, but of you, I do. I am
claiming your tail for my own pleasures, and others who I authorize to
use it. You will know who is allowed and who is not. Your
tail ring bears my mark, and your status as my slave. Anyone who
wants to mount you will know you're my property."
He rolled his slave over gently, and showed him one more semi-circular
band. The slave could see it also bore the markings of "slave",
and Master Quith's symbol of ownership. "This will not hurt you,
but I need you to hold still." Master placed the band at the base
of the slave's furred sheath. The slave propped himself on his
elbows, and held still to watch. The band was carefully placed,
and then the same click was heard with the hiss of metal. Master
removed his paws. "It's an invention of my own making.
Touch it, if you'd like."
The slave did, and he found that the band pierced around the bottom of
his sheath while leaving plenty of room for his erection to slide
through. It didn't rotate, it was a permanent billboard that he
was, indeed, a slave. He looked up to his Master. "Thank
you Master Quith."
Master nodded. "I will also give you a name. You will be
known as Preth, slave and property of the Quith family." He ran
his paw down the slave's cheek gently as he spoke. "The name is
that of a legendary servant to the gods. He is not spoken of very
much in our myths, but he is a servant of the gods after all. In
your case, I know it is fitting."
Preth's eyes watered up, and he hugged his Master. "Thank you
Master." He said. "I promise I will not disappoint you."
"You won't." he said. "I know that you won't." He rolled
Preth onto his back, and spread his legs. Preth yielded
effortlessly. "I've created some changes in you to help reassure
that. One of my modifications to you was specifically because I
know that women hold no interest to you. But men do." Preth
looked up quizzically. "Can you smell that? Can you feel
Master Quith let the question linger before kissing his slave
deeply. Preth threw himself into it, and felt his shaft push out
of the sheath and past his slave ring for the first time. Master
pulled away slowly with a smile, stroking his slave's chest
gently. Preth took in a deep breath. "Sweet? That
faint sweet smell?" He twitched his tail, and something felt odd
underneath it. He looked at his Master quizzically.
"That is one of your modifications." Master said. "When you are
sexually stimulated, your hole produces a lubricant that will have a
very nice pheromone effect on other males similarly inclined, and make
it so much easier to mount you." Preth smiled, and ran his paw
along his Master's cheek. He traced along the muzzle, along his
bucked teeth, and along to the back of his head. "It's very
similar to what I did for 88."
The slave looked down, feeling a little guilt, then back up to the eyes
of his owner. "Master?" Preth quietly asked. "May I know
where he went? Will I see him again?"
Master laughed softly. "Oh, I think you will." He said with an
amused tone. "You see, I did sell him. For one
credit." Preth perked his ears curiously. Master smiled and
ran his paw along his slave's chest and tight belly. "My wife
needed a companion, and the two of you will share quarters here."
Preth's eyes lit up. "You see, she saw that the two of you had
pair bonded while in training, and we both knew you would be miserable
apart for long. And seeing that he's second in the class behind
you, it made sense to keep you both."
Preth's ears perked and his muzzle crept into a smile as Master Quith
talked. "However, my wife insisted that she buy him so I wasn't
technically keeping two slaves out of a lot. So I haggled with
her for a long time for one credit. My wife can be very
persuasive. She also insisted you two have unlimited access to
each other so you both can..." Preth never let the statement
finish. He hugged and kissed his Master as the sweet scent got
stronger in the room.
Preth woke up some time later. Master had to leave, but his musky
scent was everywhere. Preth smiled, rubbing his belly gently and
feeling more than a little filled. He got out of bed to look in the
mirror. His ears hung down gently, the platinum bands had fused
seamlessly and contrasted against his fur in a very pleasing way.
Even his tail ring felt comfortable as he twitched his tail back and
forth. He explored his closet and drawers, and found his personal
clothing and his companion's clothing. He smiled, and made the
room ready for his roommate.
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