Dorian & Rini
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,558
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Meeting the other slaves
Disclaimer: All the characters are my own, please don\'t copy or base one of your characters on them without my consent!
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Rini watches the tall dark figure patiently, as he turns to the ferret but at his words her dark eyes narrow and she crosses her arms over her chest. As the conversation about her past here continues as if she was an object, and not even there, her jaw clenches and her paws grips the sides of her shirt so as not to lash out.
I am a real furre you know! I do have a voice and I can talk for myself! And -trained-? What do you think I am, a pet? Oh I don\'t think so! Her anger simmers just below the surface of her cool manner, just waiting for the right moment. She raises her eye brow a little surprised that this stranger wanted her, but at the word \"Cheap\" as if she wasn\'t good enough she bit her tongue from making any remarks, reminding herself This is just another chance for you to find your way home! Bide your time, and hold your tongue until the opportune moment...She doesn\'t struggle or fight the guard as he slaps the collar around her neck and leads her away to the carriage.
The guard would lead the small bunny into the bright and hot sunlight of the desert outside. She would notice the entourage of about a dozen or so other furres, all of which upon their horses with like garbs much like the furre\'s inside. The guard would move over to a fairly large carriage that was drawn by two horses, a driver in the front. It would be wooden, with reasonably sized barred windows on the sides. At the rear of the carriage would be a heavy barred door which would be opened by one of the cloaked followers,
\"Give the leash here. Our Lord probably has another slave ready.\" The guard would nod silently and hand the leash over to the white cloaked figure which seemed to be fairly small framed. Either way, he speaks again,
\"Inside...\" Is all he says, attaching the leash to a small hook within the carriage. Rini would see the feline from before in there, sitting with her legs tucked to one side of her body, paws in her lap, she glances for just a moment to Rini before looking out the window. If all goes well, they would be accompanied by two other women. One seeming very young to be in such a place, a black mouse with soft yellow eyes while the other seems to be the same age as Rini, another feline with dark red furre. A deep burgundy, or red wine of sorts and stormy gray eyes. It is then that if Rini was looking out a window she\'d notice the tall furre that had made the purchases talking with Windle, something that can\'t be heard very well since they seemed to be bartering about prices. In the end, the tall furre deposits a pouch about the size of a closed paw and would move to mount his steed.
Rini hopped along behind the guard without causing a fuss, intending to see what her chances were once outside, then she might consider playing up a bit. But as the stepped out of the hot stuffy tent into the hot sunshine, one glace around at the sight of all the other men on horse back, dressed similar to the guards, she decided that it wasn\'t worth the risk to try anything here. She climbed into the wooden cage and sat down next to the big busted feline. With a slight shake of her head, she rolls her eyes and just stares out through the bared window. She didn\'t look away as the other slaves were brought in and placed around her and didn\'t try to talk or make acquaintances with any of them either. She would endeavor to remain silent for the whole trip.
Meanwhile up at the head of the line, the tall figure looks back to Windle.
\"Where is Terry?\" The figure asks as he moves onto his horse...Windle would flinch,
\"Err...The last I heard, he was with his group, down by the oasis on the outskirts...In that direction.\" Windle would point over to a westerly direction, to which the figure looks to with a small nod.
\"I see, nice doing business with you...\'Til the next time we meet.\" With that the furre nods and would start steer his horse off to the direction in which Windle designated. As he does this the others would follow behind, some around the carriage, some near the tall furre but none would venture farther then him. Silence would begin to settle as only the sound of the wind would break such a sense. However, from the cage, the slaves would hear some murmurs from the front of the pack, three furres seeming to discuss things under the overbearing and intense sun. The ones within the cage would start to feel the heat. The clean cushions beneath them feeling rather hot, comfort only coming from the slight breezes. Either way, if one were paying attention, one of the cloaked figures at the front would have slowed his horse\'s pace down, making him draw closer to the carriage. Once there he would move a paw up and squeeze a reasonably large pouch with a cover over the top through the bars.
\"Here...From the boss. Use it well.\" One of the slaves, the darker feline, would take the pouch and nod slightly, not having looked to the man\'s eyes as she did so. The others would remain silent as she takes just a small drink from such before placing the pouch in the middle of the carriage. She\'d smile softly, her tongue licking the remains of water off her lips
\"It\'s cool..\" She says softly.
As the pouch comes in through the bars, Rini could smell the water before the black feline had uncorked it, reminding her of how thirsty she was. Dark eyes watch the feline drink, then place it on the floor. She glances around at the other furres quickly and leans forward at the exact same time as the busty feline next to her. The feline bats Rini\'s paw out of the way and picks up the pouch with a smirk. Uncorking the pouch, the feline takes a deep guzzle of the water, little bits dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
Rini\'s small paw reaches up and quickly snatches the pouch from her with a small growl \"This is for all of us to -share-!\" her dark eyes sending daggers to the feline \"This is probably all we\'ll get for the whole trip...and who knows how long it\'s going to be!\" Her dark eyes look to the other furres in the cage, all of whom were nodding their silent agreement. Turning her gaze back to the feline, eyebrow slightly raised she gives a slight shake of her head. She starts to raise the pouch to her lips and notices out of the corner of her eye the feline moving to snatch it back and quickly turns her body to the side. Taking a quick sip, swirling the water around in her mouth before swallowing, she re-corks the pouch and hands it to the little black mouse.
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A/N Thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed and even rated my story, it keeps me writting and updating it =)
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Rini watches the tall dark figure patiently, as he turns to the ferret but at his words her dark eyes narrow and she crosses her arms over her chest. As the conversation about her past here continues as if she was an object, and not even there, her jaw clenches and her paws grips the sides of her shirt so as not to lash out.
I am a real furre you know! I do have a voice and I can talk for myself! And -trained-? What do you think I am, a pet? Oh I don\'t think so! Her anger simmers just below the surface of her cool manner, just waiting for the right moment. She raises her eye brow a little surprised that this stranger wanted her, but at the word \"Cheap\" as if she wasn\'t good enough she bit her tongue from making any remarks, reminding herself This is just another chance for you to find your way home! Bide your time, and hold your tongue until the opportune moment...She doesn\'t struggle or fight the guard as he slaps the collar around her neck and leads her away to the carriage.
The guard would lead the small bunny into the bright and hot sunlight of the desert outside. She would notice the entourage of about a dozen or so other furres, all of which upon their horses with like garbs much like the furre\'s inside. The guard would move over to a fairly large carriage that was drawn by two horses, a driver in the front. It would be wooden, with reasonably sized barred windows on the sides. At the rear of the carriage would be a heavy barred door which would be opened by one of the cloaked followers,
\"Give the leash here. Our Lord probably has another slave ready.\" The guard would nod silently and hand the leash over to the white cloaked figure which seemed to be fairly small framed. Either way, he speaks again,
\"Inside...\" Is all he says, attaching the leash to a small hook within the carriage. Rini would see the feline from before in there, sitting with her legs tucked to one side of her body, paws in her lap, she glances for just a moment to Rini before looking out the window. If all goes well, they would be accompanied by two other women. One seeming very young to be in such a place, a black mouse with soft yellow eyes while the other seems to be the same age as Rini, another feline with dark red furre. A deep burgundy, or red wine of sorts and stormy gray eyes. It is then that if Rini was looking out a window she\'d notice the tall furre that had made the purchases talking with Windle, something that can\'t be heard very well since they seemed to be bartering about prices. In the end, the tall furre deposits a pouch about the size of a closed paw and would move to mount his steed.
Rini hopped along behind the guard without causing a fuss, intending to see what her chances were once outside, then she might consider playing up a bit. But as the stepped out of the hot stuffy tent into the hot sunshine, one glace around at the sight of all the other men on horse back, dressed similar to the guards, she decided that it wasn\'t worth the risk to try anything here. She climbed into the wooden cage and sat down next to the big busted feline. With a slight shake of her head, she rolls her eyes and just stares out through the bared window. She didn\'t look away as the other slaves were brought in and placed around her and didn\'t try to talk or make acquaintances with any of them either. She would endeavor to remain silent for the whole trip.
Meanwhile up at the head of the line, the tall figure looks back to Windle.
\"Where is Terry?\" The figure asks as he moves onto his horse...Windle would flinch,
\"Err...The last I heard, he was with his group, down by the oasis on the outskirts...In that direction.\" Windle would point over to a westerly direction, to which the figure looks to with a small nod.
\"I see, nice doing business with you...\'Til the next time we meet.\" With that the furre nods and would start steer his horse off to the direction in which Windle designated. As he does this the others would follow behind, some around the carriage, some near the tall furre but none would venture farther then him. Silence would begin to settle as only the sound of the wind would break such a sense. However, from the cage, the slaves would hear some murmurs from the front of the pack, three furres seeming to discuss things under the overbearing and intense sun. The ones within the cage would start to feel the heat. The clean cushions beneath them feeling rather hot, comfort only coming from the slight breezes. Either way, if one were paying attention, one of the cloaked figures at the front would have slowed his horse\'s pace down, making him draw closer to the carriage. Once there he would move a paw up and squeeze a reasonably large pouch with a cover over the top through the bars.
\"Here...From the boss. Use it well.\" One of the slaves, the darker feline, would take the pouch and nod slightly, not having looked to the man\'s eyes as she did so. The others would remain silent as she takes just a small drink from such before placing the pouch in the middle of the carriage. She\'d smile softly, her tongue licking the remains of water off her lips
\"It\'s cool..\" She says softly.
As the pouch comes in through the bars, Rini could smell the water before the black feline had uncorked it, reminding her of how thirsty she was. Dark eyes watch the feline drink, then place it on the floor. She glances around at the other furres quickly and leans forward at the exact same time as the busty feline next to her. The feline bats Rini\'s paw out of the way and picks up the pouch with a smirk. Uncorking the pouch, the feline takes a deep guzzle of the water, little bits dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
Rini\'s small paw reaches up and quickly snatches the pouch from her with a small growl \"This is for all of us to -share-!\" her dark eyes sending daggers to the feline \"This is probably all we\'ll get for the whole trip...and who knows how long it\'s going to be!\" Her dark eyes look to the other furres in the cage, all of whom were nodding their silent agreement. Turning her gaze back to the feline, eyebrow slightly raised she gives a slight shake of her head. She starts to raise the pouch to her lips and notices out of the corner of her eye the feline moving to snatch it back and quickly turns her body to the side. Taking a quick sip, swirling the water around in her mouth before swallowing, she re-corks the pouch and hands it to the little black mouse.
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A/N Thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed and even rated my story, it keeps me writting and updating it =)