Perhaps not. Camalias hands slip from the chain causing her to fall backwards. Camalia lands roughly on her tailbone.
Pain courses through her rapidly. The poor blond girl begins crying due to the pain. "Ow! Owowowowowowow!" Camalia quickly turns herself over and sticks her rump in the air
Camalia wanted nothing touching that area. Even more so than usual. Camalia stood like that for a moment, feeling sorry for herself. "Just my luck." Camalia soon took notice of all the noise coming from the house.
"Oh my gosh are they hosting some sort of event!? And I'm chained up outside like a common mutt!? What is that monster decides to show me off to all his sick perverted friends!! I have to-!" As Camalia tried to stand to make another escape attempt a sharp pain shot through her rear end.
"Owowow! My word that hurts still! Oh great now I can't stand up. If someone does come out I really would look like a hound. All I would need is the floppy ears and tail."
Camalia crawled around on all fours trying to find something that could help her escape. Her movements were slow and careful as any movement still hurt. Though infinitely less so on all fours. "There has to be something here I can use to free myself. Maybe those slaves dropped something sharp I can use to pick this lock with."
Camalia begins looking through the grass. Hoping for something, anything useful. Unfortunately for her she became so distracted by this she did not see you and two others, a young man and women, come towards her from the side.
"Oh my, darling! It looks like you were right. She won't be difficult to train at all. Why it seems like she has taken to her role as your pet like a fish does to water." Camalia looked up, her pupils shrinking as fear took hold of her heart.
Turning her head Camalia see's you standing before her. A smug smile plastered across your face. Next to you was a woman with brunette hair almost as long as Camalias. She was the daughter of one of your fathers friends. Katlin Krouse.
Heiress to a transportation company that specialized in massive slave transport. She was also your fiancé.
Your engagement to her was decided back when you were ten years old and your parents became interested in merging companies. With no reason to object you silently accepted this. It was not like you had anyone else you wanted to marry. Plus Katlin was a rather good looking girl in her own right. Her slender frame was reminiscent of Camalias, though she had an advantage when it come to her proportions.
Katlin was rather well endowed, sporting D cups that almost spilled out of her dark blue dress. Not to mention a rather plump rear that you currently had one of your hands on. "My friend I must say I am jealous. Katlin and a cute blond puppy. Oh if only the world was more fair."
Charles was a friend of yours since childhood. He was the son of a minor noble who ran in the political circle. While his family could never compare to yours he was fun to hang out with. You two often got in trouble growing up.
"Didn't you just receive your own slave last month? That brunette with the green eyes? She was rather cute herself." Charles's birthday was a month before yours and so he went and received his own slave ahead of you. Though unlike you he had no experience training slaves so he was having trouble breaking her.
Seeing him struggle you had offered to assist him but he turned you down. Something about needing to do it on his own. While a bit old school you respected his wishes. "Indeed she is. Though I would have liked it if my father had picked one with a bit more curves to her.
Neither of our slaves can compare to Katlin here but at least yours has a good figure. Mines got next to no tits at all." Charles complained thinking about the slave his father had bought him. Camalia blushed even harder before crossing one of her arms over her handing breasts. "I am no ones slave and I am certainty no ones pet!"
Camalia all but growled at the three of you, clearly unhappy. Her blush disappearing into an angry scowl. "Why on earth am I outside with the hounds! And for that matter where are my cloths!? Haven't I been paraded around nude enough?"
"Oh she's a fiery one. I like her." Charles quipped amusedly.
"All puppies bark at stranger silly." Katlin joked.
"At least until they get the newspaper treatment. Guess I'll have to go get the times." You say before closing the distance between you and Camalia. Katlin pouts at you moving your hand away from her ass but you have a slave to train. Camalia flinches as you get close, clearly warry of you.
"So tell me Camalia. If you aren't a dog why are you standing like one?" You ask, genuinely curious as to why Camalia was taking such a lewd stance when she keeps claiming to be a lady. Camalias blush returns with a vengeance. She quickly looks away, unwilling to let you see the scarlet on her cheeks.
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