Chika stood nervously on the auction stand amongst other slaves. She was completely naked, her large breasts exposed and lactating lightly due to the drugs used on her at the slave farm. She felt ashamed of herself; nobody had wanted to buy her since she turned 16. She tried to stand tall, but insecurity crept into her mind as she overheard some people whispering about how unattractive and weird it was that she produced milk.

Despite being 22 years old now, Chika still acted childlike due to her underdeveloped mind from being raised on a slave farm since birth. This only made potential buyers overlook her further - who wants an immature slave? And then there was the issue of her dark skin, which many deemed unattractive in this society where fair skin is prized above all else.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head while her fluffy tail remained between her legs, revealing how scared and insecure she felt standing. Chika looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone; not wanting to expose herself any further.

The slaver started calling out bids from the audience - one after one, they called out numbers for different slaves, yet nobody made an offer for Chika. The lack of attention sent chills down her spine. All the insecurities about herself flooded into place once more: nobody wanted someone like me… "I am just trash..." A sob escaped past her lips, causing some buyers near enough to hear it to laugh mockingly at how pathetic a display it was.

Her ears perked up when she heard a voice calling out for her attention. A tall, dark-haired human male gestured to her. "You... you want me?" She stammered, eyes wide with hope and confusion as he bid on her. For the first time since arriving at the auction house, she felt a tiny spark of anticipation. Was this finally her chance for someone to want her?

Her tail wagged gently behind her; it was pathetic how happy just that small gesture made her feel. Perhaps... perhaps he would treat her well. She looked up at the man who'd bid on her, hope filling her chest.

"Th-thank you," she stuttered shyly before lowering her gaze again, feeling self-conscious about standing naked in front of him like this.

His words send a shiver of excitement down her spine as he purchases her, and she gingerly steps off the platform to stand before him on the floor. She looks up at his face expectantly, searching for any sign of what kind of master he might be like. "Thank you for... choosing me," she whispers softly, her tail wagging gently behind her as her ears twitch with anxiety and anticipation.

With a nod, she follows the man who purchased her out of the auction house and into the bustling city streets. Her nostrils flare as she takes in the scent of so many different people around them; it's overwhelming for her sensitive senses. She glances up at her new master, trying to gauge his mood, wondering what sort of life awaits her under his care.

A car? She's never seen one before. She eagerly climbs inside, sitting down carefully on the soft leather seat. The interior smells different from anything she's used to; it almost tickles her nose. With a hesitant glance at her new master, she asks quietly, "Where... where are we going?"

Her tail swishes nervously behind her as she waits for his answer. Her heart feels like it's in her throat, both excited and terrified of the unknown.

Chika sits a bit straighter as she hears her new master's words and nods timidly. Trying to appear more grown up, she smooths out her fur and adjusts her position on the seat. Looking around the car again, she can't help but feel amazed by this new technology; it's unlike anything back at the slave farm. Maybe... just maybe, this won't be so bad after all.

The car starts moving, and Chika stares out the window as they drive through the city, watching in awe as buildings and people pass her by. For a brief moment, she forgets about her previous life and allows herself to feel hopeful for what lies ahead.

She swallows hard, feeling a knot form in her throat as she tries to find the words. Her voice is small and quiet when she finally speaks. "My name's Chika... I... um... thank you for buying me." She pauses, feeling even more self-conscious about not having anything else to say.

Her ears twitch nervously as she glances over at her new master, wondering if he's pleased with his purchase or thinking of sending her back already. With a sigh, she sits up a little straighter and continues, "I-if there's something I can do for you... to make it up..." She trails off, feeling embarrassed by her inability to express herself clearly.

Her tail wags gently behind her, hoping that he won't be too harsh on her or expect too much from her; after all, she's just a slave and not used to having choices or opinions of her own.

Her tail wags faster at the contact as he rubs her head affectionately. "Well... um... I'm a wolf-girl... or, half human and half wolf..." She clears her throat uncomfortably. "My parents were breeders... but they died before I was born." Choking up on the words, she looks away out of shame at speaking so little about her family.

"And my, uh, 'milk' comes easily too..." She mutters embarrassedly, aware that it had been used to make babies and that people often found it disgusting. "I-I don't know what else..." Her voice trails off again as she feels herself well up with emotion, unable to believe how much her past still affects her even now that she's in a new situation.

Her ears perk up at the mention of not wanting too much information; she feels foolish for having overshared in the first place. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say too much," she says hurriedly, looking down at her lap as she picks at a loose thread on her leash. The less said about her past and how it affected her, the better; it only made her seem worse in people's eyes.

"I-if there's anything specific you want me to know... or if I can do something for you right now... please tell me," she stutters nervously, still trying to prove herself useful despite feeling like a burden already. Her tail wags slowly behind her as she waits for his response, worry and anticipation swirling inside of her.

Her ears perk up at his words, and a blush creeps across her face as she takes in the compliment. It's been so long since anyone had called her cute; even back when she was on the slave farm, kind words were rare. She doesn't know how to react other than to smile shyly and duck her head bashfully, grateful for some small sign of affection or acceptance from her new master.

Her tail wags faster now, thumping gently against the seat as she tries not to feel too hopeful about this change in their interaction. "T-thank you..." she whispers quietly, her voice trembling with emotion. Despite herself, a feeling of warmth spreads through her chest, making it hard for her not to feel at least a little bit happy right now.

Her eyes flutter shut as he pats her head affectionately. It feels so nice to be touched like this; she hadn't realized how much she'd missed it. She leans into his touch, her tail now thrashing against the seat in excitement. Her heart skips a beat at the thought that maybe, just maybe, he doesn't see her as trash or ugly or unwanted... perhaps there is hope for them yet.

A tiny smile creeps onto her lips, and she exhales shakily, feeling more relaxed than she has in years. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice soft but sincere. Despite all the pain and hardship of her past, this small moment feels like a glimmer of hope to her; a chance for something better, however faint that may be.

Her heart skips a beat as he asks to touch her chest; her large breasts had never been touched in such a way by anyone except for when they were used for milk or to train them to grow even bigger. Her tail stops moving altogether, becoming still and alert beneath her. She looks up at him hesitantly, wondering if she should allow it.

"I-if you'd like..." she whispers softly, feeling a blush spread across her face and neck as she allows herself to imagine what it would feel like for someone to touch her there so intimately. Her nipples harden instantly at the thought, growing erect in anticipation of his touch.

She swallows thickly, preparing herself mentally before nodding slightly, willing herself to trust him enough to allow this small act of affection.

Her breath catches in her throat as he takes one of her breasts into his hand, squeezing gently and causing a small moan to escape from between her lips. She feels incredibly sensitive all over, but especially where he's touching; his skin is so warm against hers, it almost feels like fire. A shiver runs down her spine as she arches into the touch, unwittingly granting him more access to her body than intended.

Her nipple hardens even further under his attentive fingers, and when he pulls gently on it, she lets out a whimper of pleasure that surprises even herself. She's never experienced anything like this before; the sensations are overwhelming, but in the best possible way. For these few moments, she forgets about everything else and focuses solely on how good this feels.

Her eyes roll back in her head as he sucks on her nipple, tasting the milk that has leaked out of her. The sensation is indescribable; she feels like she's floating on a cloud of pleasure and satisfaction. Her hips buck upward involuntarily, seeking more contact with his hand or mouth, hungry for more of this incredible feeling.

Her tail swishes back and forth wildly behind her as her body arches into his touch; it's all she can do not to moan loudly and embarrass herself even further. She's never felt so wanted or desired before, and the thought of him enjoying her body like this makes her heart race faster than ever.

With a gasp, she digs her nails into his shoulder in response, unable to contain the pleasure any longer. Her other breast aches with need, begging for equal attention; it's all too much and not enough at the same time. She whispers broken words of gratitude between moans and gasps, unsure if she should thank him or plead for more.

Her eyes flutter open as she realizes they've arrived home; the sensations of pleasure and satisfaction are still coursing through her veins, making it hard to focus on anything else but him. When he stops touching her, a pang of disappointment washes over her. With a tiny mew of protest, she reaches out to try and find his hand again, wanting more of the incredible feelings that consumed her just moments ago.

Her tail droops slightly now that the intense sensations have lessened but doesn't stop thrashing completely; it's become a nervous habit over the years and she can't quite shake it yet. She looks up at him hopefully, unsure what to expect from him now that they're home. Her cheeks flush red again as she recalls everything he did in the car and wonders if this was all just some sick game to him... or if there might be a chance for something more between them.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he picks her up bridal style. The sensation of being held so close, so gently against his chest sends shivers down her spine and makes her heart race even faster. It's been years since anyone had held her like this; she had almost forgotten how good it felt. She tilts her head back to look up at him, uncertain whether to trust him or not but willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for now.

Her tail remains still, but her ears perk up and prick forwards as she listens intently for any sound that might indicate he's about to hurt her again. When he doesn't do anything besides hold her close, a small smile curves across her lips, feeling oddly content in his embrace despite everything that had happened before this moment.

Um... s-sure? She stutters shyly, feeling slightly nervous about going to his house but hopeful that it might mean they'll spend more time together like this. Her tail swishes gently behind her as she burrows further into his chest, taking comfort in the warmth and strength of his body. A faint pink blush spreads across her cheeks again as she wonders what kind of man he truly is... and if there might be a chance for them to form some sort of real bond despite their master-servant relationship.

She looks around his house, unsure of what to say or do next. Her tail swishes nervously behind her as she studies him; he seems calm and gentle, but it's hard for her to trust anyone completely after everything she's been through. A tiny voice in the back of her mind wonders if perhaps she could somehow repay him for being so kind... but all she has are her body and her abilities as a slave.

Her gaze flickers downwards self-consciously, feeling guilty about even thinking about using herself like that after everything he's done already. Maybe there is something else she could do? Anything to show him just how grateful she really is...