Dorian & Rini
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,557
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Rini heard a voice coming from near the pen on her left. It wasn\'t one of the guards so she turned her head curiously to find out who was being looked at and by whom. She snorts softly to herself as a very heavy busted feline stands before the tall figure outside the pen thinking \'Men! They always go for the big breasted ones!\' Her dark eyes look down at her slim form, then back up to the feline who was now put into a collar and was being led away. Shaking her head slightly she mutters under her breath \"Figures....\" and rolls her eyes. A movement catches her eye and she looks up to see the same tall figure who had just purchased the feline walking towards her pen. Her dark gaze meets his and she defiantly stares back at him as he crosses the short distance to where she was near the edge of her pen. At his words, she obediently stands for him, brushing off some dust from her cotton tailed backside.
The male would stay very still and silent, looking with black eyes to her own. His eyes would stay with hers for some moments before he would take the liberty at studying her body. She\'s lithe and tiny...But, could be a lot of fun. Have to make sure of some things though. He would continue to gaze at her body before looking back to her and speaking,
\"Turn...Then face me again.\" He orders her, curious if anything, his arms crossing beneath his long cloak...
Rini keeps her head up high as he studies her body, but her dark eyes slowly give his body a look over as well. Her eyes coming back up to his as he looks back up at her again. At his request, she holds her arms out to the sides and slowly turns around in a full circle and stops once she is facing him again thinking to herself \'Do you want me to dance next? Make sure I am worth your precious money?\'
The male would nod, his figure covered by his cloaks, hindering her attempt to get an idea of him...If anything, this furre was tall, and broad, unhindered by the apparent weight of the weapon upon his back. He indeed liked what he saw, though, another question arose to his mind...
\"How old are you?\" He asks, tone bland and deep, eyes to her unblinkingly.
Rini drops her arms to her sides, paws slapping against her thighs. \"I\'m 19...\" she states plainly while thinking \'Does it really matter? You didn\'t ask that -feline- how old she was...humph...\' she hears the little ferret looking foreman clear his throat and she rolls her eyes and adds \"Sir\"
The furre would utter out a sound, a quieted \'hmm\' as he contemplates this one...He looks to the ferret, arms still crossed beneath his cloak,
\"Windle, she\'s this old and hasn\'t been properly...Trained?\" The word trained rolls off his tongue as if he was trying to avoid the obvious truth. Windle, in response to the question would fidget and shrug, thin hands rubbing themselves together nervously as he\'d peer up to the taller furre.
\"W-W...Well...\" He drags out the word, the taller furre\'s blank eyes regarding him rather coldly,
\"No...At least!\" He catches himself, an index finger pointed to the air, brows lifted. The taller furre still regarding him without showing any real emotion.
\"She has experience as a slave, sir. For she has been owned by another Master.\" Windle would smile with one of those toothy merchant smiles. The one within the white cloak would blink slowly.
\"Did the former Master sell her to you?\" He asks, simply. Again, Windle is caught as he hunches a bit, paws rubbing together.
\"Err...No...She ran off and we captured her...Again...\" Windle winces.
\"Again?\" The furre in white asks as he now turns to face Windle, looking down to him, his tone seeming actually curious. Windle gives in.
\"Yes, yes...Again! She was brought to us by the loathsome group...You know, Terry and his bunch, hanging around the out laying villages...\" The one in white would nod slightly...Speaking again,
\"Virgin?\" He asks, Windle is again stumped as he shakes his head.
\"You know how Terry is...\" He mutters, now having nothing else to keep from the interrogation, Windle would just stand lowly by the so far nameless furre as he would turn back to Rini...Studying her as matriculate plans begin to form in his mind,
\"I\'ll take her. For cheap, Windle.\" When he adds in \'cheap\' he says it as if he demanded it, and he did, buying a slave with no experience was a bit of a fling if anything, it either works out or doesn\'t. Either way, Windle would cringe once more and nod.
\"O--Of course!\" With that, he would wave a guard over and point to Rini,
\"To the carriage up front.\" He mentions as the furre in white would continue through the pens, looking to other femmes. The guard by this time would have leashed Rini and started to guide her to the carriage, that deep voice resonating once more.
\"You, stand.\"
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Rini heard a voice coming from near the pen on her left. It wasn\'t one of the guards so she turned her head curiously to find out who was being looked at and by whom. She snorts softly to herself as a very heavy busted feline stands before the tall figure outside the pen thinking \'Men! They always go for the big breasted ones!\' Her dark eyes look down at her slim form, then back up to the feline who was now put into a collar and was being led away. Shaking her head slightly she mutters under her breath \"Figures....\" and rolls her eyes. A movement catches her eye and she looks up to see the same tall figure who had just purchased the feline walking towards her pen. Her dark gaze meets his and she defiantly stares back at him as he crosses the short distance to where she was near the edge of her pen. At his words, she obediently stands for him, brushing off some dust from her cotton tailed backside.
The male would stay very still and silent, looking with black eyes to her own. His eyes would stay with hers for some moments before he would take the liberty at studying her body. She\'s lithe and tiny...But, could be a lot of fun. Have to make sure of some things though. He would continue to gaze at her body before looking back to her and speaking,
\"Turn...Then face me again.\" He orders her, curious if anything, his arms crossing beneath his long cloak...
Rini keeps her head up high as he studies her body, but her dark eyes slowly give his body a look over as well. Her eyes coming back up to his as he looks back up at her again. At his request, she holds her arms out to the sides and slowly turns around in a full circle and stops once she is facing him again thinking to herself \'Do you want me to dance next? Make sure I am worth your precious money?\'
The male would nod, his figure covered by his cloaks, hindering her attempt to get an idea of him...If anything, this furre was tall, and broad, unhindered by the apparent weight of the weapon upon his back. He indeed liked what he saw, though, another question arose to his mind...
\"How old are you?\" He asks, tone bland and deep, eyes to her unblinkingly.
Rini drops her arms to her sides, paws slapping against her thighs. \"I\'m 19...\" she states plainly while thinking \'Does it really matter? You didn\'t ask that -feline- how old she was...humph...\' she hears the little ferret looking foreman clear his throat and she rolls her eyes and adds \"Sir\"
The furre would utter out a sound, a quieted \'hmm\' as he contemplates this one...He looks to the ferret, arms still crossed beneath his cloak,
\"Windle, she\'s this old and hasn\'t been properly...Trained?\" The word trained rolls off his tongue as if he was trying to avoid the obvious truth. Windle, in response to the question would fidget and shrug, thin hands rubbing themselves together nervously as he\'d peer up to the taller furre.
\"W-W...Well...\" He drags out the word, the taller furre\'s blank eyes regarding him rather coldly,
\"No...At least!\" He catches himself, an index finger pointed to the air, brows lifted. The taller furre still regarding him without showing any real emotion.
\"She has experience as a slave, sir. For she has been owned by another Master.\" Windle would smile with one of those toothy merchant smiles. The one within the white cloak would blink slowly.
\"Did the former Master sell her to you?\" He asks, simply. Again, Windle is caught as he hunches a bit, paws rubbing together.
\"Err...No...She ran off and we captured her...Again...\" Windle winces.
\"Again?\" The furre in white asks as he now turns to face Windle, looking down to him, his tone seeming actually curious. Windle gives in.
\"Yes, yes...Again! She was brought to us by the loathsome group...You know, Terry and his bunch, hanging around the out laying villages...\" The one in white would nod slightly...Speaking again,
\"Virgin?\" He asks, Windle is again stumped as he shakes his head.
\"You know how Terry is...\" He mutters, now having nothing else to keep from the interrogation, Windle would just stand lowly by the so far nameless furre as he would turn back to Rini...Studying her as matriculate plans begin to form in his mind,
\"I\'ll take her. For cheap, Windle.\" When he adds in \'cheap\' he says it as if he demanded it, and he did, buying a slave with no experience was a bit of a fling if anything, it either works out or doesn\'t. Either way, Windle would cringe once more and nod.
\"O--Of course!\" With that, he would wave a guard over and point to Rini,
\"To the carriage up front.\" He mentions as the furre in white would continue through the pens, looking to other femmes. The guard by this time would have leashed Rini and started to guide her to the carriage, that deep voice resonating once more.
\"You, stand.\"