Chapter eight D.

I made my way out of the bank and back onto the street. The sun was about three-quarters of the way to the horizon now, and the city was busily going about its day. There were gaudy-looking carriages being pulled by teams of horses and beasts. Palanquins being carried by slaves and rickshas running up and down the main avenue. The sidewalks were full of women in brightly colored clothes moving from shop to shop in groups. Their overly erotic slaves were trailing them.

As I walked down the street to my next objective, I made a note of the stark contrast between the noble ladies and their slaves. The clothes reminded me of something from the late nineteenth century, nearly completely covering the ladies. Though the fabrics and outfits were embroidered heavily and came in a wide variety of colors ranging from soft yellows, bright pinks to deep blues and greens. In stark contrast to the noble ladies, the slaves that accompanied them wore sheer dresses and short skirts that barely covered any of their flesh. Many of the slaves walked behind and to the side of their mistresses, and just as many others had leashes attached to collars around the neck, wrists, and even nipples. But all of the clothing on the slaves was exquisitely made, if not only well crafted. Same with the collars and every other sexual accessory the slaves wore, they were all exquisitely made.

The next thing on my list was to get some properly made clothes. As comfortable as my cloud wool-lined onesie was now, it did make me stick out in the crowd. I had decided I was going to go to a seamstress's shop named madam Bristle's thimble. The shop was about five minutes back down the avenue toward the docks. As I walked along the street, I passed storefronts and restaurants. I made a note of the ones I would stop in on after I had some proper clothes.

As I passed by groups of women, I caught snippets of conversation, "Did you hear Alice that the Lord alchemist is looking for another wife," "I do hope that the Dukes men succeed in their…." I moved steadily to my new destination, but the spectacle of the conservatively dressed noblewomen and their scantily clad slaves continually drew my attention.

I passed by one set of women standing in a circle, each of them holding a leash attached to a wolfkin girl by a collar. As I passed behind them, I looked down and saw that the wolfkin girl was wearing nothing but a short skirt that barely covered half her ass. Her tail poked through an opening in the top as she rested her head on her hands with her ass protruding in the air. The bright glint of a diamond or crystal caught my eye and directed my eye down to the jeweled butt plug she was wearing. The soft pink folds of her pussy were exposed, and she was clearly in a state of arousal as small droplets of her nectar clung to the outside of the folds of her lips.

Besides the abhorrent behavior of slavery taking place all around me, I began to notice a distinct difference in the quantity of the sexes. I could not tell for sure if it was just the time of day or the location in the city, but it appeared that for every man I saw going about his business, there were at least 2 to 3 women. As well amongst the slaves for every male slave that I saw, there were at least 10 to 20 female slaves. I began to guess that the male to female birth ratio on this planet was going to be weighted towards females.

I finally arrived at the storefront of Madam Bristle’s Thimble. The entire front was glass and had displays of varying gowns and suits for men. I walked into the shop and was greeted with the sound of a small tinkling bell in the pleasant aroma of vanilla and cinnamon.

As I entered, there was a lovely kitsune woman standing to the right behind the counter. Her bright blue eyes landed on me as her stark white hair fell down her shoulders. Her ears pointed above her head and looked to be soft white fur. Her face was human, more angular and cuter, though. Her lips were a soft, deep pink, maybe from some kind of lipstick. She wore a beautiful sky-blue tank top and a pair of shorts that only came partway down her thigh. Everything I could see about her was skin and not fur, her ears and tails the only markings that she was beast kin. Behind her, four beautiful snow-white tails with blue tips lazily danced. "Welcome to Bristol's thimble my Lord, how may I be of service today?"

"I'm going to be requiring all new sets of clothing, as on my previous adventure all of mine were destroyed. The marina map recommended this shop for clothing." I said. It wasn't a complete lie, as I did have clothes with me in my car on my camping trip, and my adventure into the sea of chaos left me with nothing.

"Wonderful my Lord. My name is Sasha if you would please follow me, I could take you back to the fitting room where we can get your sizes and madam Bristol can look you over."

"It's quite lovely to meet you Sasha, my name is Lord Eric Grayson." I said as the smiling kitsune girl deftly moved from behind the counter, a small silver tinkling bell around her collar giving away her movements.

I followed her swaying hips and dancing white tails into the back of the store. She ushered me inside of a curtained-off area with large mirrors along three sections of the wall. In the center of the mirrors was a platform that was raised about 6 inches.

Sasha made her way over to a small end table that appeared to have a measuring tape paper and ink well. "If you would be so kind as to undress for me sir, I will get your measurements." Sasha said with a pleasant smile on her face.

"About that, I am afraid this is the only thing I have and I'm completely naked underneath it?" I said the last as a question indicating to myself with my hand.

Sasha's face turned up in a coy smile, and a light red blush settled onto her cheeks. "It's quite okay my Lord, I most certainly won't mind seeing your full physique. I promise, I as well am, the soul of discretion."

"Okay." I said, drawing out the word. I shrugged my shoulders and set my bag down on one of the chairs, and began to unfasten the clasps that held my onesie closed.

I let my outfit fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I was glad for the clean and purify spells that I occasionally cast on myself because I was clean and free of sweat. Standing in front of Sasha and in my birthday suit, I saw her eyes begin to hungrily take me in, and she bit the bottom of her lip.

I knew I was attractive, and after having taken a swim through the sea of chaos, it left my body in peak chiseled perfection. The points in charisma had to be having an effect as well.

"If you would stand on the platform my Lord, I will begin to take your measurements." Sasha said with the tremble in her voice. I stepped onto the platform, and Sasha gently began to work her hands along with the tape measure along my body. She would measure and then take notes on the paper. Each time she went back and forth between writing and my body, her fingers became lighter and began to caress more and more of me. Her tails were lightly brushing my body.

It was about the time that she was taking a thorough measurement of my inseam, and my cock was rock hard, threatening to impale her mouth that the madam of the store walked in.

"Hello my Lord I hope that…." The refined voice of madam Bristol began until it ended abruptly. "By the gods Sasha, why is the Lord naked. I swear if you're in heat again I'm going to cut your clit off and feed it to you."

As the voice of madam Bristol went from soft to harsh, Sasha's face paled, and she began to tremble in fear. "No… I mean…" Sasha began to stammer out.

"I can assure you madam Bristol my state of undress is entirely my own fault. Sasha has just been diligently taking my measurements." I interjected quickly, hoping the woman was not serious with her threat.

"I see. Well, it appears that my young Sasha has engorged quite a bit of your attention." The madam said, chuckling softly.

"Yes, I'm afraid it was quite unavoidable."

"Well, it's a problem I'm not all unto familiar with. Sasha if you would be a dear and take care of the Lord state of arousal. I'm afraid I won't be able to work with him until he's taking care of."

"Yes, Mistress Bristol." Sasha said immediately. As I was looking over my shoulder, I was completely unprepared for the warm hot lips that wrapped around the tip of my cock. I let out a short shuddering sigh as I felt the beautiful kitsune girl's tongue begin to diligently lick and suck me. I didn't even have time to protest, and after a second, why would I. 'Oh yeah… slavery bad…' I tried to think as my thoughts stopped.

I turned my head to face back down at Sasha. Her bright eyes were filled with excitement and hunger as her right hand began to stroke the length of my cock, and her left hand cupped my balls. She methodically worked her tongue around the tip and length of my cock, lubricating the entire thing. Still staring up at me, she removed her hand and dove her mouth all the way to the base of my cock. She continued enthusiastically bobbing her head from the tip all the way to the base, back and forth.

The slick velvety inside of her throat felt amazing, gliding and gripping along my shaft. It was then that I noticed madam Bristol had come up behind me and was gently squeezing my ass. Her hand massaged delicately and found its way in between my legs, gripping my balls. My cock twitched and throbbed as Sasha deep throated me, drool leaking from between her lips.

After a few more seconds of this, I was close to bursting when Sasha removed her head from around my cock and stood. She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them around her ankles. Turning around, she spread her ass with her delicate fingers. The light pink folds of her pussy were glistening as she was already extremely wet. Without hesitation, I gripped my cock and moved up behind her. Running my tip up and down her slit, I made sure she was nice and lubricated; before I could thrust my cock deep inside of her, Sasha sank herself back on my cock.

The warm slick walls of her pussy expanded slowly to accommodate the girth of my manhood. Madam Bristol's hand still gently massaged my balls as I began to pump in and out of Sasha. "That's very good my Lord, keep pumping this filthy kitsune girl. That's it, pump her, and dump your seed in her warm worthless fuck hole." Madam Bristol said.

"Oh fuck." I shuddered. I gripped Sasha's waist tightly as her four tails flailed along my chest and face. Just above her tails branded on her back were a pair of intertwined hearts. Working my cock back and forth inside of her, I took the tip of my left thumb and began to circle the outside of her ass. Pushing gently with the tip of my thumb, I slid the entire digit into her warm, clenching ass hole. As my cock pounded back and forth, I could feel the pressure from my thumb from the other side of her velvet walls. After ten or more powerful thrusts, my cum burst from my cock. I pushed hard into the perky ass of Sasha, burying my full-length to the back of her pussy. My seed spilled out in waves, and I felt the tip of my cock pressed firmly at the opening to her womb. I filled Sasha and then felt my seed spilling out down the length of my cock, until it dripped from between my cock and the clinching lips of Sasha's pussy.

I looked at Sasha's face in the mirror that was right in front of her. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. She was moaning and panting loudly, and her hands massaged her breasts. I saw on lady Bristol's face in the mirror a pleased look as she removed her hand from under her skirt. I shuddered as the wash a pleasure flowed through my body, letting out the past four days of pent-up tension I did not know I had.

I eased my cock back out of Sasha and slouched as I relaxed. A moment later, I felt a warm wet cloth wiping me down. Sasha had a deep red flesh to her face as she methodically cleaned me and then herself.