"What?! I can't be your slave!"
His giant furred hand drops down on you. His fingers wrap around your still limp form, and all other protests are muffled. He deposits you back on the bed... only slightly more comfortable at your size.
He speaks some more "This is just how it is, though most humans are kept for science research and what not, there are the few found by the public, like me". You could tell as he talked he had some pretty big plans for you.... You had to escape.... You started to plot out how you could get from the bed to the door with you new found durability.... Deep in thought, you didn't even notice Tom stop talking.....
You look up to see him staring at you. "I wouldn't try to escape.... my dog Maggie is basically trained to sniff out and kill rodents... I'm sure she could catch you just as easy...and as resistant as you are, I'm sure being eatin' alive will do the trick"... Tom smirked a bit at that last thought....
You think to yourself "Plan A of walking out the door was shattered.. or at least for now... maybe Plan B will work better... now just to make it...."
Before you could devise your escape, Tom started talking again.... "So here are some rules slave: You shall always refer to me as Master, and nothing else. You will do anything I say, and if you can't follow orders, you will be punished, severely". Simple enough? He asks rhetorically....
You just sit there, with no emotion... still sore from earlier, and in complete shock of what has happened in the past hour or two....
You watch Tom walk towards the door and unlock it... He pops his head out and yells "hey mom, when's dinner gonna be ready?". You here a faint yell back "about an hour".
Tom shuts the door and locks it. He walks back towards you with another grin on his face. "Well, we got an hour, might as well get started"
The massive fox grabs your minuscule form. He sets you down on the a table for a moment while he took his shirt off.... Depositing the shirt in a basket across the room, he lays on the bed, and in the process grabs you off the small table. Tom places you on his fur covered chest.
"Slave, take off your cloths"
"What? why?" you exclaim.
Toms tone changes quickly "Always refer to me as master, but since you are still new, and haven't been trained, I will let it slide this one time"
You try to talk again... making sure you start differently...
"er.. Master... why do you want my cloths off?"
He again smirks "Slaves don't need cloths..."
Trying to avoid punishment, you begin to take off your cloths. Your now stark naked... and standing on the chest of a giant anthro fox...
You feel his warm breath wash over you now slightly chilled body..."thats better... now for your first task..."
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