Ruby's Weak Side
#3 of Ruby
So, the third story, it's pretty long this time and hardly contains any real sex. But you know, I am tired of adding sex when it doesn't fit. So I am quite happy with this one, as it contains a lot of Ruby. I have grown to love Ruby.
So I want to ask, if a talented artist reads this: I'd like to have a picture of her. But I can't afford to commission someone. So, I don't know, maybe I can do a story in return or something. I dunno.
Compulsory warning: This story contains some fighting, a minor buying sex toys and also some sex between minors. Who can't stand that should go away now.
Und nun zu unserem Hauptfilm...
Ruby was in the basement, on all fours, scrubbing blood out of the tiles. Often she had washed it, taken a towel and some water and washing it off. But some of it had always already dried and the floor was covered in red rings, over and over.
The detergent stung in her vulpine nose. It was some very sharp stuff. Ruby had never really learned how to wash off blood from a tiled floor, not as if she had been able to ask anyone. Like all things concerning the household, she had learned it herself.
It's not as if it was complicated. Put the detergent on the surface and scrub, scrub, scrub. It was some really aggressive stuff she'd bought at the shop. Well, she had asked for it. Her eyes filled with tears. But it had to be done.
She scrubbed on and on. What would you have thought, the floor was actually white! When she had first seen it, she had thought it grey, a bit grubby maybe, but grey. But it was white.
The vixen had scrubbed all morning. Her paws hurt badly. The fur turned red from the open wounds on the skin, and the detergent went into the wounds. At noon, she went up, staggered into the bathroom and washed it off as good as possible.
Before she went back, she got the alarm clock from her room. Half the floor was done. She put the clock right so she would be ready to make sandwiches for the wolf. With some gloves over the paws he would not notice the wounds. Or if she just made them ready and put them on a plate, he would not see her at all. Her knees had some open wounds as well.
The basement had no clock, no windows, no nothing. While she scrubbed, her thoughts wandered a bit. The entire morning, it had worked as a good way to repress any thoughts, but now she had gotten used to it. That happened often. That was why the vixen hardly watched TV any more. She had a shard mind, and she hated it.
Ruby thought, what it would be like, chained to that wall. She saw the bloody outlines of the last girl. Well, that one had not been chained, her master had fixed her arms and feet with nails. No, she would not like being nailed to the wall.
As she was younger, she often had spent days in a cage. She used to be a factory worker, and if they were behind schedule, the guard randomly chose girls. And they were always behind schedule, because nobody new the schedule. The factory's owner would just make up some numbers, they hadn't met them, so he chose random girls, let them take their clothes off and they had to spend some days in a cage. Oh, and sometimes get pulled out of it to be raped.
Arbitrarily she wiped the tears off her face. Breathing started to hurt as the acid steams filled her nose. It had to get done. The master will love a clean basement. It never had been that clean for years. It had been drenched in blood and urine and all the other stuff coming from chained girls.
What would it be like to be chained to that wall? What would it be like to sit in the dark and try to sleep. No sounds, nothing but the own smell. And every morning, a vixen would come down the stairs, give some food, wipe the urine from the crotch and sometimes yell until a tongue would lick her, just because that vixen gets so turned on by forcing someone to lick her.
She shook her head. The floor was a bit blurry. The alarm got of. Ruby reached out for it, but missed. The room began spinning all around her. She wiped off her watery eyes, slipped and fell on the wet floor. The room turned round and round, the alarm beeped and...
The vixen woke up, in her room, on the bed. The window was widely open. The wind moved over her body and tickled her tummy. With a groan she tried to get up, but her head was heavy and felt like it had been under a hammer. And breathing through the nose gave her a very strong pain in the whole muzzle.
Slowly Ruby got up and tried to remember how she got here. Maybe she felt so dizzy she went up the stairs to breathe a bit. That could have happened. But...
She noticed bandages around her knees and her knuckles. Well, going upstairs would be okay, but bandaging up without noticing?
As she tried to stand up, her head became dizzy again, so she let herself fall back onto the bed.
"Hey, you're awake."
Her master came in, carrying a glass of water.
"Oh! It's... I haven't made lunch, I..."
"Sh... calm down. You slept three hours. It's okay."
Ruby sat up. "S-Sorry, sir..."
"What are you sorry for? Jeez, I was worried about you! I found you in the basement, hardly breathing!"
Ruby blinked. She had been out cold for three hours?
"I called Howard, and he says you will be fine if you keep in fresh air and drink a lot. So please stay in bed, will you?"
"Y-yes, sir..."
The wolf reached her the glass. The cold water felt good in her sore throat. "Also, haven't I told you to put on the old pants for cleaning?"
Ruby nodded. "I... I think I am used to be... naked, sir."
"I know, but sometimes I think... I think you shouldn't be. Er..."
"Yes?"
"I've also noticed you have hardly been eating. What is the problem, Ruby, you can tell me. I couldn't stand if something happened to you."
Ruby drank the water and sighed. Then she forced a smile. "I am fine, sir. Really. I'm just not hungry."
The wolf produced a piece of paper and handed it over. "We're gonna have pizza tonight. Choose what you want."
"But, sir, you don't..."
"Sh," the wolf said and smiled. "I insist."
It was so weird to see him like that. They were having a nice evening at home, like never before. Ruby had put on the pants, but not the shirt, gone downstairs and they had pizza in the living room. And even though Ruby had been sitting on the floor â€" she still knew her place â€" she had been able to lean on his legs.
She had eaten the entire pizza and felt so stuffed she wouldn't want to move at all. Even though... she wanted to move. Two feet up and on the sofa, to lean on the master. That would be nice. She really wanted to, but... she didn't dare to.
"How are the paws?" he asked. The news anchor talked about a baby animal in a zoo, almost as if anyone was interested.
"Feeling better, thanks." Her nose still hurt, but it was bearable.
"You know, I was thinking..."
"Yes?"
"There's a slave fair next weekend. I thought, maybe you would like to come with me? It's once a year and a really big thing, you know."
Ruby nodded slowly and watched the baby animal stumbling over its own feet. "Hm..."
"It's just an offer. You don't have to."
"It really would be nice to get out for a change, sir."
"Wonderful. Oh, and maybe you find a boy for yourself. Just an offer."
Ruby nodded, string on the screen without seeing it. "Yes... maybe..."
The week just moved slowly. The master had first insisted, then ordered her not to go into the basement. The walls were still dirty, but at least the floor was white again. The drain had been unclogged and the smell of acid and urine was gone. Now, the basement smelled like lemon.
He always had these stupid working hours. But it just yesterday, he had just pointed on the screen and said: "That's my ad!" And he was so happy. Ruby had smiled with him.
On the evening, she had cut the lower legs off the pants. Pants were okay, and she knew she could not go naked. After all, she was not an unfree girl any more, and she would not want to be mistaken for one.
But the women on TV in their hotpants disgusted her. Admittedly, she never had any sort of butt to show off, let alone hips or breast, so hotpants were nothing for her. She imagined herself in short pants, to the knees, and a top that would leave her belly free. She had seen advertising for bras and wondered if she needed one. After all, she did not even know her cup size, but it was something very small.
The next day, they left early. Ruby got a bit nauseous in the car, she was not used to it, but it faded as soon as they were parked.
It really was a fair. Ruby had not expected anything, really, but this was not what she had not been expecting. It were some halls. Some flags were hung up, saying "Erotic Slave Expo."
"Erotic?" Ruby asked.
"Oh, they're just putting that on to attract the perverts."
"Oh," Ruby said, not sure if that was any better.
"For one, they have shows," he pointed. " - in that hall. Over there, they have all sort of toys and such. Not just erotics. I'm actually pretty keen on some of the new leashes."
"Leashes?"
"Yeah. Oh, and in Hall C they have the traders. Where do you want to go first?"
Now she knew what she had been expecting: Tents, stinking cages and guards that think they're owners. She had been expecting dirt and the smell of urine and sex. But this was... clean. Almost like family fun. "Shows, maybe."
"Those won't start before noon, I'm afraid."
"Then toys." She just did not feel going to the slave traders right away.
"Okay."
They went over the car park to the hall. Ruby was surprised how many people were also on the fair, at this time in the morning. The hall was huge, and divided into tiny cubicles.
The wolf took his watch off and handed it over. "What about we'll meet at noon at the food shed outside, Ruby?"
She nodded. "Yeah, okay." she put the watch around her wrist.
"Oh, and here. For you."
Ruby stared at the bill. It was at a hundred pounds. Slowly she took it. "Th-thank you," she said politely.
"Have fun." And he wandered off. She turned and took another way through the maze of booths and cubicles.
The vixen checked if she still hat that certificate saying she was not unfree any more. If anyone saw the mark on her back, they might think she tried to flee in the crowd. As far as she remembered, it was usual to be beaten up before getting returned to the owner. Or, at a place like this, maybe resold?
She walked slowly, acting as if she did not care about the offerings. But she did. The one in front of her sold replica of penises, of all species. It had a line saying "Feels 100% natural, always." so she went there and touched one.
"That one comes with an internal heater," she heard. An elderly woman smiled on her.
Ruby went over and stopped at a lupine penis. It was dark red and a bit shiny. She could even see some drawn arteries and veins. "How... natural do they feel?" Ruby asked.
"Oh, we test them thoroughly. Here, put your paw around it and rub. It's not just cheap rubber."
"Yes..."
"Are you familiar with toys, my girl?" the bobcat asked.
Ruby thought a moment. "A bit. Well. Not really."
"For a young girl, it is very important to know what stimulates her. A toy can help to find the right spots. Or to fulfil fantasies. Do you have a boyfriend?" She was so friendly and talked about it as if it was about cakes. One just could not be embarrassed around that woman.
"Oh? No. No, not yet," she smiled. It really felt... real. Then she realised she had been rubbing it for at least two minutes and withdraw the paw. "It's a bit... expensive..." she said after glancing at the price tag.
"Those are high quality products," the bobcat replied. "You know, many of those never see the inside of a body. We have customers who just collect them to put them on a shelf. Which is a pity, though. It took us a long time to make a replica of an orca penis."
"I can imagine."
"For a girl as young as you are, my dear, I wouldn't recommend anything exotic. When I started, I had a little vibrator of the size of a finger. It doesn't have to be fancy. You just need some time for yourself. Do you like anything anal?"
Ruby wanted to deny, but instead said. "I don't know yet."
"Find out. Nothing can be more frustrating than not knowing how to get an orgasm at your first time."
"Oh, my first time had been long ago. But thanks. I will keep it in mind."
"I'm happy if I can help," the bobcat said as Ruby wandered off.
It was amazing what kinds of toys you could find at a place like this. Ruby had always thought, erotic toys would just be artificial penises of all sizes, maybe vibrating, and had decided she would not need one. After all, her master had a collection of those for his games. But the vixen preferred her fingers, if she really needed it. Or another girl's tongue.
It was hard not to get aroused in an environment like this. She found a small machine that looked like a feline muzzle with a tongue. The tongue moved when you switched it on. Or a rubber plug that had a fake tail on it. A very engaged businessman advertised one to her, so she could feel like a kitsune in bed, but she just waved him away.
There was a booth just for foxes, but it was not very interesting. Then she found chains and leashes. Collars. She saw an owner standing somewhere, with a young boy on a leash. The boy was almost naked, but nobody looked. It seemed just too normal.
Would her wolf g out with her, in the village, with a leash and no clothes? The leash would be a thrill. To be naked became normal to her, a bit too normal.
Then she went into the hardcore section, where they sold devices and even furniture which was designed to humiliate and even hurt. Her master had said, it may not be forbidden to kill your property, but the law said there is a line at executional devices. But she found a lot of tables with chains and cuffs, the infamous pony and even water tanks with locks. A corporation showed off their custom SM devices. "If you can imagine it, we can build it."
Ruby left there after seeing the cages. They went from small â€" she would have to sit in that one, knees on chin, tail and arms outside â€" to large â€" in that one she would be able to stand and wander around. However, that was not new to her, but she was startled as she saw a glass cage on a stage. The specification said it was one-way glass. There was a woman inside. You could give her an electrical shock by pressing a button. Some men seemed very amused.
It was before noon as she actually bought something. The first was a cheap collar. It resembled the one she had worn months ago and came with a free leash. And the second thing was a stuffed animal with an extra feature: If you pressed at the right place, the wolf-like plush would suddenly develop a pretty small penis.
The vixen met her master at the food shed, just like he had said. "Want some sausage," he said, munching.
Ruby stared at the offered meal. "Yes!" she said, shook her head. "Er, I mean, thank you, sir."
"So, I see, you've found something." He smirked disturbingly.
Ruby nodded slowly. "Just... toys."
"Indeed. I think you're ready to go to the boys, don't you?"
The vixen blinked. "I'm hungry now." She bit off. "But maywe afferwars."
It was not like the dungeon she had been sold at. When she remembered it, it was a big business where the single slave was even less than a product to sell. But at this fair... Well, it was like comparing a factory to a manufacturing business.
She could not smell urine, which she usually connected to slave trading. As far as she knew, the just bound them together and stored them somewhere. If they can't hold water, it's their own problem.
Ruby noticed booths, neatly in a row, but hardly any cages. Glass, maybe. Yes, mostly the unfrees sat in a kind of glass cubicle, mostly paws and feet cuffed. Many nude, some in underwear, a few fully clothed.
And most were not advertised as sex slaves. Actually, a lot of the traders just showed samples for workforce. It so much different than what Ruby had been expecting. Especially boys and men were sold for working, not for sex.
"Look around," the wolf said. "I'll follow you."
"What about you...?"
"Ach, I don't buy a girl here. I have a special trader for the kind of girls I want." He chuckled. "After all, I use them up to fast, you know? Unlike you, that boy lasted for months."
Ruby shrugged. "His performance was a joke at the end."
They wandered around. She wanted a boy with performance, and fluffy hair. In the beginning, she had chained the mouse boy eagle spread on the table, rubbed him hard, let him slide inside her and then rest on him. She wouldn't move or anything, just put her head on his chest and listen to him breathe, while feeling that warm piece of male meat inside her. That feeling, no toy would be able to reproduce, to matter how natural.
But after a month or so, he would just go soft after some minutes and slip out of her. And in the end, he hadn't gotten hard at all, no matter how much she would rub and yell. So now, she wanted a boy that had fluffy fur and would last. And maybe have a skilful tongue.
They found an interesting booth. Boys of all species, about Ruby's age. Some where fluffy enough, so she went over.
"Hi," she said shyly to the trader.
"Good afternoon, Miss. Are you interested in a fine lover for romantic evenings?"
"Not really," Ruby said. She had had enough time to know what she wanted. "I want a boy with a bit of experience, but not big... you know." She measured with thumb and forefinger. "Maybe this size."
"That's quite definite, little Miss." He moved a curtain. "Here we have Jim. He's had some experience with girls and is a fox, like you." The trader knocked on the glass and the fox stood up. "Or I can recommend Paul, a bunny maybe, but..."
"He must be submissive," Ruby said. "He should not mind lying under me."
"Aye. Tommy here, maybe..."
Ruby saw the wolf already. Bright, brown eyes. Grey fur. Very fluffy. Even a small chest fluff. "Oh... yes..."
"And he is very skilful!" the trader went on, having found a lever for the sale.
Her master put a paw on her shoulder and whispered into her ear: "He'll tell you anything for a sale. You shouldn't believe him, but you can insist on a closer look or a test."
"A test!" the trader said. "Of course. The wolf boy, Miss?"
Ruby tried to look as if she knew about it. "Yes, sir."
The trader opened the glass cage, moved the wolf boy forcefully into a corner of the booth and seemed to yell at him without saying a word. The boy was obviously scared. "Some privacy, Miss," the trader said and closed the curtains behind them.
Ruby's heart pounded as she was alone with the boy. "Okay," she said. "I want to see you hard."
Slowly the boy moved one paw to his crotch and began fumbling his sheath and balls. He shivered a bit.
"Let's do it that way," Ruby said impatiently and opened her pants. "Squad."
The boy crouched obediently and Ruby moved her crotch to the boy's muzzle. While still stroking himself, he started to lick slowly. He went over her labia and his saliva mixed with Ruby's juices. The vixen sighed in lust as the tongue moved between her labia and then inside her vagina.
Ruby shivered as the tongue entered her deeply. After a day like this, the emotions built up fast inside her. She bit her lower lip so she would not start screaming aloud. Maybe the fact that only a curtain separated her from all the people did a bit, too.
She panted hard and sighed her emotions out. The sensation grew and grew and... just a bit... Oh he found her clitoris... oh...
"Stop it," she said. "That's enough." He withdrew and revealed his crotch. "Stand up."
Ruby enclosed her paw around the penis. It was very warm and had just the right size, maybe a bit bigger than imagined. She took the collar and leash out of the back and put them around the boy's neck.
The vixen moved the curtain. "I think I'll take him."
"Good," the trader said.
And then, Ruby did not really understand how, the negotiating started, went a while and ended. She had not understand one single word of it. But then, she got a piece of paper and a pen.
"So, you sign here and here... sign, I said, Ruby. Just your name. Good." Then a credit card got handed over, checked, noted, checked again, handed back.
"Well, I wish you a lot of fun with your new boy, Miss." The trader grinned.
The boy still hat a hard-on as she lead him with the leash through the crowd.
"A fine boy you found there, Ruby. I thought it would take longer."
Ruby grinned. "Oh, he's fine, he's fine. Oh, there are the restrooms."
"There's a stain in your pants," her master noted.
"I know. Please take care of him, I'll just... do some girl stuff and then we're going to the shows," she said cheerfully. "Sir," the vixen added politely.
So she went into the restroom, found an empty toilet, dropped her pants and finished the job using her fingers. So good. So very good... She screamed the orgasm out, but didn't care. Not any more. Panting the rested a moment, licking her juices from her fingers.
"What is this?" Ruby asked her master. The band had been boring, and techno was not her kind of music.
"It's... some kind of arena."
"A fighting place?"
"Yes. You can place a slave here to fight for you. There's a collection of toys as a price."
Ruby thought. "Fight to death?"
"Hell, no! Those are public fights for owners. It's a fine sport. They fight until one of them gives up." He shrugged. "The fights to death are on Monday, where they throw in the unsold slaves to get rid of them."
Ruby read a blackboard. "Oh, there's a girls' round in half an hour."
"What?"
The vixen grinned broadly. "I want to fight for you!"
"Oh, oh, oh, no, Ruby. Those girls were trained by their owners. They'll tear you apart!"
"I am strong," Ruby persisted. "Please, sir."
"Also, you're not a slave any more."
"Nobody must know. Come on. I insist."
The wolf sighed. "Okay. But please give up when it gets too tough, yes?"
"Okay."
"Promise."
"I promise, sir."
The rules were quite simple: Eight girls would start. It was a minor fight, the champs would save their fighters for tomorrow. Since it was erotic themed, the girls would go into fight naked. Ruby even had to take off the knee bandages. Also, no weapons were allowed. Ruby was a bit angry as the referee suddenly touched her crotch, claiming he wanted to check for hidden weapons.
But she had been approved for this show fight. For a while, she was sitting on a bench behind the cardboard wall that looked like an antique arena from the other side. From this side, it looked like a cheap theatre building, which it probably was. After the fair, they wouldn't take it apart, they would tear it down and throw it away.
"Hey, your first fight?"
"Hm?" Ruby looked at the female cat next to her. The feline was a bit older than herself, and looked very tired.
"You look nervous."
"Oh, I'm not. Just impatient, you know."
"Heh. Yeah. I think it's disgusting, but my owner wants me to participate. He loves those things. He often makes me wrestle my sister."
"Ah," Ruby nodded. "No, I kind of volunteered."
"Shit, why would you do that? Have you ever seen one of those fights?"
"Well, not yet..."
The referee stepped behind the cardboard wall and shouted: "You, fox girl. I've been calling you three times. Come on!"
"Good luck," the cat said.
Ruby stepped outside. There was quite an audience, she tired to glance over the people to see her master, but he seemed to stand a bit behind the others. There was a circle in the sand, and a girl already waiting.
Ruby tried to scan her opponent. About the same size, age was not easy to guess. The species was surely somewhat canine, but she could not really say which one. Wrong colours for fox or wolf.
The referee bowed forward. "Okay, gals, you know the rules: Anything goes, and you hit the floor three times with your paw to give up. If you kill your opponent, you're disqualified. Got that?"
"Yes," said the canine girl.
"Yes," said Ruby.
"And we see here the fight between Ruby #451, a local vixen, and Ura, hyena girl from London! Bets are now off, let the fight begin!"
The crowd cheered loudly, and a bell marked the fight's start. Suddenly, the hyena leaped forward, hit Ruby's chest with her head and knocked the vixen over. Then predator teeth sunk into Ruby's shoulder, making her scream in pain.
For a short moment, everything froze around the vixen. Biting? She thought it was about boxing and maybe a bit of kicking! Anything goes, she thought that would not mean... well, anything.
With a yell she forced the hyena off of her, trying to pin the girl on the sand. But the hyena was way stronger and not doing this for the first time. Ruby put a knee on the canine's chest, putting all her weight onto it, and hit on the hyena's muzzle.
Adrenaline flooded her mind and forced everything out. Ura grabbed the vixen's throat and choked, but Ruby hit hard on the girl's chest, then retreated and kicked the hyena's side. But Ura was a lot tougher than that, rolled and got up in a very skilful way. Ruby hit her on the face.
And the Hyena smiled, wiping off the blood. "Bien, bien," she said and charged again.
But Ruby stepped aside and let Ura fall into the dirt. Without thinking, she kicked the girl that hard onto the back the hyena gasped and coughed. Ura rolled over, just to get a vulpine foot into the belly. Ruby stomped three or four times, then put her knee into the other girl's belly, bowed down and sunk her teeth into Ura's shoulder.
The hyena screamed in pain, but the taste of blood felt so good in her mouth. The hyena made to hit the floor three times while still whining in pain.
"Get back," the referee shouted and pulled Ruby off the hyena. It took him a bit of force to stop the vixen from biting. "You've won."
The crowd cheered. The referee lifted Ruby's arm. The cloud of adrenaline lighted up, and Ruby slowly was aware of the situation. Predatory instincts had taken over.
She looked to the hyena girl who lay curled up in the sand, blood streaming from shoulder and muzzle. Had she done this? Had she really made that girl cry and whine with nothing but fists and teeth?
"So, now go to the backside and put a tissue on the wound, will you?"
A security member lead her behind the cardboard wall, another grabbed the hyena by the legs and pulled her outside. Ruby realised she was bleeding as well, and the biting wound started to burn a bit now.
They handed her a tissue to press on the wound and left her to sit on the bench. Ura's owner was here, forcing the crying girl to stand up.
"You worthless wench," he said. "You fucking bitch, you lost against a beginner! Do you know how much money I lost?"
The hyena stared at her feet, trying not to make a sound. Then she got slapped painfully. Ruby jumped at the cracking sound.
"You're in for a good beating, bitch," the owner said as he forced the hyena to follow him.
Ura gave Ruby a last, pitiful look. The vixen dug her face in her paws.
"So, this is the second fight for our newcomer Ruby and for Lydia, both have done remarkably well in their first fights. Place your last bets, we'll start right away!"
It was the cat from before. She looked bruised, not bleeding, but also strangely cheery. "Don't think I'll be nice to you," Lydia warned.
"Good, bring it on."
Both girls charged at each other. Lydia had an incredible strength in her arms, something you would not expect from a girl her size. It was enough to hold Ruby's arms apart and place a knee into the vixen's crotch.
Ruby gasped, forced forward, but the cat made her fall over. Struggling was futile. Ruby tried to collect all her strength to get up, in vain. The cat grinned widely, got up and put a foot onto the vixen's throat.
The vixen started choking, grabbed the foot and forced it off. But Lydia replied by stamping her foot on Ruby's crotch, then standing on the vixen's belly and throat again.
The pain weakened Ruby, she choked hard and her vision blurried. No, she could not free herself. The cat was just too strong, by training probably. Ruby could move nothing but one arm, so she tried to hit the floor before she lost consciousness.
Lydia stepped off the vixen and smiled, bathing in the audience's cheers and whistles. Then the cat offered Ruby a paw. "Good fight," Lydia said calmly and helped her opponent up.
"Yeah. You're good."
Lydia nodded. "Same time, next year?"
Ruby grinned. "You bet!"
This night, Ruby slept well, hugging her plush animal. The boy was cuffed to her bedpost and slept soundly on her floor. She would train them tomorrow. She dreamed of toys, boys, fighting and a kiss from the master...