chapter 1: a new home...

Freija's ears twitched and her eyes fluttered open. Not even a second later the lock on her door chirped and clicked, as the lock opened. One of the live-ins stepped over the threshold and Freija groaned. "Get up, private viewing." The man stated, and closed the door.
The wolf-girl frowned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she looked at the clock on her wall. Seven o'clock in the morning... the agency wouldn't open for viewings for another two and a half hours... Freija flopped back into bed and rolled over.
Moments later her door opened again, this time someone from security "come on you lazy git. Up and out, lets go." He ordered, pulling Freija up by her arm before nearly dropping her when he saw that she was naked.

"Can I at least get dressed?" Freija grumbled and covered herself with her sheet. The man turned, but refused to leave. Huffing in frustration, Freija shook her head and began getting dressed.
Once she was done she was quickly ushered out into a private area, brightly lit, and surrounded by other, equally as frazzled girls in various states of awake.
The next time the door opened, it was for the site director, and another man, followed by an exquisitely beautiful woman who looked at the girls thoughtfully.

"Well, here they are." The director said and crossed his arms "these are the ones that are high priority. Haven't been adopted yet, and are gonna be shuffled off through the system soon." He added, and Freija clenched her hand to a fist as she was reminded. The second man looked unimpressed, but the woman looked at each girl, approaching.

"May I?" She asked, trailing off, as she reached out to touch one of the girl's ears - a plump rabbit girl who shied away slightly.

"You're the one paying, do whatever you want to find your pick." The director replied.

The woman reached out and smiled as her fingers gently glided across the girl's silky ears, causing her to shudder and blush. The woman walked around the girl, smiling as she weaved through the group.

Freija rolled her eyes and shifted her weaight onto her right leg, crossing her arms. She didn't expect much as the woman stopped at each girl, asked a few different questions, and then moved on.
The last thing she expected was calm, slender fingers in her tail, as the woman circled around Freija with a giggle. The wolf-girl blushed and yelped, stumbling away slightly. The woman watched curiously as Freija blushed in anger, glaring at the woman.
The woman, on the other hand, smiled, and approached again, gently taking Freija's hands before backing the young wolf-girl into the far wall. Pinned as she was, Freija glanced around for an out and stopped, blushing in embarassment as the woman's hand cupped her perky breast.
"What about you? How long have you been here?" She asked. Freija huffed and tried to respond, but was forced to stifle a moan as the woman's hand moved down her body, stroking her abdomen before going up her skirt.

"F-five years." Freija stammered as the other girls giggled.

"A beautiful little thing like you? And no one saved you from this place?" The woman asked, slowly stroking the wolf-girl's thigh and circling around to delicately squeeze her rump.

"Why are you doing this?" Freija whispered as her eyes began to water.

"Because your reactions are so cute." The woman said and giggled. She stepped back and laughed as she turned to the director "I've made my choice. Bring me the papers." She said and strode out of the room.

Freija collapsed, leaning back against the wall as she hugged her knees close. She felt violated, but oddly aroused. The woman was only human, but certainly an alpha...

As the girls were ushered out, Freija's mind lingered on those icy blue eyes locking with her own, and the way the woman's fingers moved across her body. The wolf-girl whimpered slightly as she shuddered and closed her eyes, simply following the crowd.
With the girl's ushered back to their rooms, Freija sat on her bed and massaged herself, unable to work out her frustrations. Ten minutes later the lock to her door clicked and the door opened. The wolf-girl froze, her back to the door.
"I'm going to take a few minutes before we leave. Jacques, bring the car around." It was the woman. Freija didn't dare to move, even as the door closed and locked. She heard heels on the floor, and a weight pressing down on her from behind. "Sleeping?" The woman asked and giggled, running her hand up Freija's leg, and then stomach, to gently cup her breasts again. The wolf-girl blushed and bit her lip as she felt the woman's own breast on her back, soft and pillowy.
"You belong to me now, Freija." She said and her free hand ran down the wolf-girl's body, to stroke her moist groin "body and soul..." she said and stood, licking her fingers.

Freija rolled over and sat up, frowning slightly as she met her new mistress' gaze. The woman smiled and clasped her hands "such a cutie..." she said and took Freija's hands, pulling her up "and I simply adore this dress, you have to keep it..." she added with a giggle, before leading the wolf-girl through the halls.

Now the others were gossiping about Freija for entirely different reasons...

***

The car ride was long, and mostly quiet as Claire, Freija's mistress, went over some of the basics with the young wolf-girl. She was only ever to refer to her as 'mistress' or 'milady', never to call her by name. Similarly, she could not leave the penthouse without the company of her mistress.
Aside a few other very basic rules, Freija had a decent amount of freedom. As the car rolled to a stop, both Jacques and the chauffeur stepped out, with the bodyguard opening the door for Freija, and the driver opening the door for Claire. It didn't take long for the woman to come around the back of the car with a giddy smile to excitedly take Freija's hand and lead the wolf-girl to the tower.
The inside foyer was massive, and elegant, people milled about heading to work as Claire led Freija to the elevators, yammering away about how much Freija was going to love it here, and how much she was going to have to get used to.

The top-floor penthouse was the sole ownership of Claire, bought for her by her father when she was in university. It was unnecessarily huge, and open - a contemporary and trendy open-concept tiered design, with a ridiculous three-storey tall panoramic window overlooking the city. Furniture was well-apppointed and contemporary in styling, fit for an heiress.
After the tour, Freija was led to her room - which was easily the size of a small apartment on its own. Walls were paneled with polished cherry wood, and a huge, low bed dominated the far end of the room. Once there, Claire turned to her new pet and giggled as she tied an elegant silk ribbon collar around the wolf-girl's neck, and gently jingled the large brass bell.
After getting settled, Claire demanded that they go clothes shopping to celebrate... which meant going out in public...

Freija blushed as she watched the people around her, as she, Claire, and Jacques sat around a small table at a mall food-court. Claire was yammering away at Jacques as Freija sighed, finishing her meal and drink.
"You must have been hungry, what did they feed you in the shelter?" Claire asked, breaking Freija's trance. Shaking her head, the wolf-girl smiled weakly "obviously not enough." Claire said, and took off before Freija could reply, before returning with a second tray of food for the wolf-girl.
Other people were watching, and some other animal girl's giggled quietly at Freija's embarrassment. Sheepishly, Freija whispered her thanks to her mistress and began eating. She wasn't hungry, but she didn't want to disappoint her new mistress.

The rest of the day was similar. Freija was dragged from boutique to boutique and given choices on articles of clothing, most ordered custom-tailored for her, most keeping in the style of her current gown - frilly and lolita, and made of exquisite silks and delicate lace.
Claire insisted on Freija getting fancy lingerie, and insisted on helping her size it properly. The last stop was at a specialty shop - a bridal boutique. Claire then picked out a dress for herself, and made Freija choose one as well - going with an elegant white and pink leotard-dress with a short skirt and a long bustle. The whole thing was trimmed with lace, and even had garter straps built in.

When they got back to the penthouse, Freija was treated to an enormous dinner, an exquisite dessert and a rather nice tea before being bathed and sent off to bed. The wolf-girl sighed as she meandered about her room, gently placing her new clothing in her open closet.
Curiosity got the better of the wolf-girl, and Freija wandered over to the other side of the room, which was more utilitarian. A mid-sized, but deep, fridge piqued her interest and she opened it, only to find it stocked to the nines with beatiful desserts.
"Still hungry?" She heard Claire ask, and she jolted back, closing the fridge. Claire giggled and strode to the fridge, opening it as Freija stammered, but was quickly silence by a delicate finger. The woman smiled and held up an eclair "open your mouth." She said and Freija complied, allowing herself to be fed.
She then spent the rest of the night being fed and gently loved by her mistress, who demanded that the fridge be emptied before midnight.

Freija had complied, and now lay in bed, trying not to vomit as Claire giggled and rubbed her pet's distended belly with a coy grin on her beautiful features "such a good little pup..." she cooed as she stroked her pet's belly, and scratched behind her ears.