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Furry Incest and Rape, by Jezebel Rose

Richard made his way over to his oak desk that resided in the corner of the bedroom. He preferred to have it close by in case he needed to conduct business or write down a memo for essential things. The morning sun shone through the window, beating down onto his cheeks. He closed his eyes briefly to soak in the sunlight. It felt good to be in the sun for a change, even if it was only while he was indoors. The recent events that had befallen the city made it impossible to know when the sun would shine down upon them. The city had fallen under siege by the dog people. There had been few times where he had not been startled from his bed by the sound of explosions. Smoke blackened the sky, making it impossible to tell if the sun was even out. Today, the sun greeted him with a warm kiss on his skin.

There was no telling if he would survive through these trying times. War had a way of ending life earlier than intended. It thrust people into action or inaction. The fates of people and the city lay with the those that had the courage to the do the right thing. He only hoped that his actions would prove to be the right ones when all was said and done. Some people might question his morals or ethics, but he knew he had to do something.

It was that very thinking that landed him in his current situation. Richard turned his head to look at the still sleeping form of his slave Nina. Richard meant no ill will toward the woman. Nina was going through as much of a hard time as anyone else in the city. A stranger that had been thrust in the life of a slave by those in power. She deserved a better life, and perhaps one even better than Richard could provide to her.

Pulling back the curtains more, Richard stared out into the vast expanse of the city. The city had a naturally charming architecture to it with marbled stone columns supporting the entryways into the buildings. The buildings were built from brick and had high rise windows with arches and steepled spires that rested at the top of them. Sometimes they were only at the corners of the buildings, but there might be the occasional spire in the middle front of the building with a clock embedded in the middle of it. Richard loved living this city as it provided him with safety and comfort. The looming threat of invasion threatened that very safety.

Many things had happened since the first time he laid eyes on Nina. He turned his head back to the sleeping form of the woman on the bed. Her dark skin that was soft to the touch, and her silky black hair that cascaded down her head were a temptation. Richard dare not disturb her peaceful slumber. She lay on the bed in an almost fetal position with her black tail curled up between her legs.

Her supple soft thighs beckoned to him to touch them. Her warm breasts squeezed together between her arms as she slept. The only thing she wore was a slave collar that Richard had bestowed upon her shortly after he got her from the slave auction. She was a real treasure, and he meant no harm. He considered himself a good man and would never do anything to hurt or harm her.

Taking a deep breath, Richard approached his desk, pulling the chair out from it. The solid oak desk happened to be sturdy and stable. It was a gift from his great grandfather when he was still alive. Richard didn’t get to know him, but he knew that he was a carpenter in his youth, and this desk meant a lot to him. Seated in his chair, he scooted close to the desk to run his fingers across the surface. The grain of the wood told a story. One that had meaning to those that were willing to listen. Few people would know the dedication and hard work to craft such a magnificent desk. Richard knew that it was his grandfather’s final piece, and he cherished it. He would never get rid of it as long as he lived.

Richard slipped a piece of parchment from one of the storage shelves built into the desk. He slid the paper forward toward him and looked at the blank page. Unlike the wood of the desk, the blank paper had no story to tell. Not yet. It was unfulfilled and waited for a tale. The story it would reveal could only be determined by the person wielding a quill and ink. The quill dipped into the ink well to soak the tip before Richard placed it down onto the paper. He had a story to tell. It would have to be recorded in case anyone wondered why he did what he did. He wanted people to know his story and the story of Nina. His intentions were good and not coming from a place of malice.

Staring at the blank paper, Richard took a deep breath. His eyes stared at the sheet of paper as he decided on how to tell the story best. He thought of a variety of places he could start, but it seemed like the best solution would be to tell it from the moment that he met Nina for the first time. The ink dripped down onto the paper, soaking into the sheet and spreading out before he had a chance to wipe up the remnants. Richard scribbled a few words on the paper as he thought of that day. His mind slipping into the distant memory of that very morning when he had made a decision that would change his life forever. Turning his head toward the bright sun shining through the window, Richard closed his eyes as he recalled the events of that day.

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Richard had woken up from his slumber, bright and early as usual. He had many things to do before he could relax. His fingers laced up his pants, and he slid his shirt over his body. He checked his appearance in the mirror so he could straighten his hair. Richard never felt like fashion befitted him, but he had to keep up appearances. It would not do for a man in his position to be seen as a slouch. He had a house to run and a business. Propriety took precedence over laziness and comfort. Since his previous maid had quit, he found himself in need of a new person that could care for the home. Richard had tried to hire a maid, but there was a shortage of them at the moment. There were more prestigious houses with greater demand and paid more for their services.

Richard paid a fair wage, but there was a misunderstanding about his character. Living alone in his home, there was a thought that he had less than reputable proclivities, which made hiring a new maid difficult. He wasn’t sure where they got these inclinations. He was a man of honor and dignity and had always treated his employees with respect.

Finding himself in a desperate situation, Richard proceeded toward the town square. The majority of the public markets were to be found there. Even some of the shadier markets dealt openly in public because of certain agreements with the city. One of those markets happened to be the slave market. Richard never liked the idea of the slave market. It was a horrible trade as it forced people into positions where they would need to work tirelessly to repay a debt they could never repay. The males were often put to work in breaking backing labor jobs until they were no longer able to work or became too ill to serve their masters. The women sold at the market were put into positions as mid-wives, maids, or light duties. They were eye candy for the elite so they could gaze upon beauty without retribution. Too often, though, the women at the market were being sold to become sex slaves. They were objects of lust and desire to be used by their masters until they could no longer please them.

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