Stories based on the manga series, Monster Musume and other genres. I do not own any of the materials used within except that which I create and then characters not in any of the genres, all credit for material I use under federal free use for non profit fan fiction guidelines goes to the respective owners.
[M] Adult language, sexual situations and adult humor. if gay, lesbian, lgbtq that may be in this chapter offends you in any way, I suggest you not read any further.
Originally named longears, it has been changed to Master.
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I am a liminal, a mantis type, allow me to tell you the story of how I was taken out of slavery, met and fell in love with my husband who also became my Master.
My story begins here.
Shouts, loud voices, one making demands then gunshots and screams.
She woke to the sounds of a massive fight and gunfire through out her Masters complex, she huddled down on the floor behind the cot her Master had granted her for a bed shaking in fear.
As she huddled there in her cell, she heard a massive bellow close to her door and several thuds from bodies hitting walls and floors, who ever or what ever was going on out there it was sounding like one hell of a fight.
She heard the sound of metal being bent like paper and saw her door get torn from its hinges, then a bang and the sound of something metal hitting the floor and sliding.
In through her now missing door stepped a huge minotaur.
Spotting her, the minotaur told her it's ok, your safe now, the others are being rescued as I speak, please, come with me, and held her hand out.
Leena, not knowing what else to do and beaten down and trained to obey anyone that commanded her, reached out a three fingered hand and placed into in the minotaur's, she was promptly picked up, cradled as if a child, the minotaur then rushed out of her cell, literally running over two men that tried to get in her way.
Minutes later she was gently put down in a tent with several other slaves, There were humans and others like herself in some ways, (non human) moving among the cots the injured were laying on and others taking temperatures, treating injuries, and being surprisingly gentle and carful.
Three months later.
All of that was months ago, she said from her seat in a witness box next to a judges throne, (seat), she went on to describe how she had been stolen when she was very young and beaten repeatedly and molested until she obeyed without question, then taught how to please men and women sexually and constantly told she was property and nothing more.
She continued and told that was how she grew up, a slave and nothing more, she had been at the complex where she had been rescued a few months before the raid having been sold to one of the men there, a particularly brutal man that took pleasure in inflicting pain on others, his first time with her he had beaten her so badly as he (claimed) her, he had left a hairline break in her left wing casing.
Since then she had been often sent to the beds of other men, and sometimes women for their pleasures.
She even remembered at one time she was starting to get sick in the mornings and her thorax,(belly), had begun to grow and get bigger.
Her owner had a doctor visit her who made her drink a foul tasting medicine several times until she had a bout of massive cramps in her belly, they made her sit on a toilet while the cramps were happening until she started bleeding a lot and something pushed out of her and plopped into the water, after which they cleaned her up and sent her back to her cell.
For a few days no one called for her services, they just fed her and checked to see if she was getting sick, not long after that the agency hit the compound and rescued her.
Ms Smith, her advocate, her face changed suddenly, it grew dark, frightening, she said nothing but had a stare been deadly, her former master would have been struck dead on the spot from it.
The judge at this point announced he had heard enough, he ordered the jury to begin deliberations.
They returned in fifteen minutes and announced guilty on all charges to the judge.
The jury also asked the judge to take in consideration special circumstances aggravating the charges considering the evidence presented of a forced abortion as well.
The judge announced her sentence.
Normally, the judge began, this would be a lifetime sentence with the crimes the accused standing here before me stand convicted of, but due to special aggravating circumstances "I COULD" make it a death sentence, but I won't, that would be far to easy an escape from these heinous, "evil" acts.
Therefore, you shall be taken from my courtroom to a prison yet to be determined and face a lifetime without possibility of reprieve or parole at hard labor for the rest of your lives.
"YOU!" She roared from her seat, shall now become the servants of those you took such twisted, evil pleasures from as you spend the rest of your lives digging up and providing some of the elements certain liminal species require to live.
Her gavel banged and she dismissed the court.
One month later Leena found herself nervous and excited at the same time, today she was going to meet her host for the first time and move into her new home.
Smith has told her that he is very nice, would never hurt her, and one of her best hosts, but she was still nervous.
A little later they sat in the living room while smith went over the usual do's and don'ts of a homestay, she reminded him that while it is no longer forbidden by law for sexual relations to happen between liminals and humans, it still had to be consensual, that included during full moons, forced sex, even under the influence of the full moon is still considered rape.
All that was months ago, myself, having been raised to wearing very little to nothing at all times, and being an insect type, a mantid, had very little use for clothing, but, I still wore at least a bikini about the house for the benefit of my wonderful host.
This morning I woke early, my host doesn't have to work today so I'm going to treat him like a king today, he's been nothing but kind and gentle to me it's my turn to show him my appreciation of it.
That and I've come to the realization over the past months that I actually like it when he tells me what to do, from ongoing therapy sessions I've discovered I'm what my therapist calls a natural submissive and it's not entirely due to being raised as a slave.
I do have to admit my host is very attractive when he's strong and dominant *giggle*, so, this morning I put on a sheer bikini that hides nothing, I got it with him in mind but hadn't dared wear it yet, and set about preparing his favorite breakfast and put on a pot of coffee.
Pancakes sausage bacon, eggs, sunny side up and lightly toasted bread with his favorite juice.
I heard him stirring and get up so I got everything ready.
Straight to the bathroom as I expected, a bath, during which I had breakfast ready for him, breakfast is ready dear I called out from the kitchen, have a seat on the couch and I'll bring it out to you.
Let me dress he called back.
Don't bother I said in return, you've been about the house in your boxers in front of me plenty of times, it's ok.
Well, alright he said and went into the living room.
Everything was on the tray I had out, I carefully picked it up and walked into the living room.
He gasped as I sat the tray down in front of him, like you've never seen me naked before I snickered and knelt beside him and began serving him his breakfast.
He had seen me nude before when I fell badly ill once, he stayed home from work, bathed and dressed me when I could not, slept in my bed with me to keep me warm and comfort me, carried me to and from the bathroom when I had to do the necessaries, did everything he could to see to my comforts.
Today was his turn to be treated like a king for that and many other things.
I knelt there beside him listening to the sounds of his pleasure and enjoyment while he ate, I felt something bloom in my heart as I watched him eat, it was then I realized I love him, not just love, I was deeply, madly in love with my dear host.
No sooner than he had finished his breakfast he found me in his lap kissing him, hungrily, almost desperately, I wanted him, "NEEDED" him in ways I would never had imagined with anyone else.
Before long what little bit of a bikini I wore and his boxers fell to the floor, I kissed y way down his gorgeous body until at last I took his length into my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down on him.
He began to moan and groan, that only inspired me to want to please him all the more and increased my ministrations to his shaft even more.
Before long I pulled off of his shaft, then kissing my way back up his body I placed my flower over him, felt his tip move into the right lace and lowered myself onto him, engulfing him as if I were born just for him.
I began rolling my hips back and forth while moving up and down, his hands gripped my waist and he let out an animalistic growl and began driving himself up into me.
We spent the better part of that day doing nothing but making love on that couch, later moving to his room and continuing.
Finally when we could no longer and were so tired we lay together, me wrapped up in his arms, I crooned softly in his ear, thank you, Master, and fell asleep.
I didn't see the smile that came to his face at that.
Next morning we woke together, he still held me and kissed me softly, I have to go to the bathroom my pet, he said, once you finish your necessaries get some coffee on, were both going to need it this morning.
I hopped up and said yes Master with a happy smile and rushed off to do as my Master commanded.
I realized something while I got the coffee pot on, I was happy, really happy, and the thought of him being my Master only made it all the better.
For a time the idea of having to call someone Master turned my stomach, I literally got sick to my stomach at the thought, but not with him, he was different, I "wanted" to be his.
Neither of us bothered to dress right away so he sat naked on the couch while I serve him his coffee, he patted his lap and I was there almost instantly, he hugged me close and I snuggled down.
So, my love he began, you called me Master, did you mean that as a term of affection or did you really mean it?
Master, I answered him, all you need do is say yes and I am your pet in every possible way, I am yours, if you would have me.
No hesitation? No regrets or second thoughts mine? he asked, mine to do with as I please anyway I please so long as I do not put you in harms way? he asked.
You have my pledge of loyalty and service my Master I responded, I love my Master, deeply, so, why would I not want to be his?
He smiled and I felt something close around my neck with the sound of a lock clicking shut, then I claim what is mine he said gently and kissed me, deeply, lovingly, lifted me from his lap and gently laid me on his back, I was already eager and spread wide for him, he claimed me that day, as his.
Being made love to by someone for the first time as his pet I wanted to belong to was beyond heaven for me, I was in a state of bliss for days after.
Turns out my Master is a horny one too,*giggle*, I never bother to dress about the house anymore unless we had company, first time he stepped up behind me and started nibbling along my shoulder and neck while his arms slipped around me and his hands cupped my breasts, he had me hot and ready in seconds and bent me over the back of the couch and took his pleasure, (yum), in time not a single room was left untouched by love making.
Sometimes, particularly when he was in a bad mood from work I initiated lovemaking, he always was in a much better mood after and always complimented me on being such a perfect pet.
A few months later we took a three day vacation to an onsen he knew of, the owner, a lovely Yuki onna greeted him like they knew each other well, hugs and kisses on the cheek, while there he took me on a little walk that ended at a small temple, my Master proposed to me and married me that day.
When we returned home we were greeted by Ms Smith who already had the paperwork ready to register the marriage with the interspecies agency, is that a collar I see on your neck? She asked me, yes it is Ms Smith I answered her, and before you ask, I wanted it, it wasn't forced.
I see, she muttered, well, it looks like congratulations for that are in order as well.
In that case, while I am here, I need to inform you the agency has assigned you another homestay, her name is Mellana, she's a centaur, not just any centaur either, she's a unicorn and comes from a similar background that Leena had, you were chosen because of your unique ability to help liminals that have had horrible experiences or lives.
Look at Leena, not only did you bring her lovely self out, you helped her realize her true self and gotten yourself a beautiful wife and pet on top of it.
Next day I had my annual physical, master finally gave in to Smiths requests and had one as well.
I could tell the nurse were enjoying that immensely from the conversations I caught patches of and from the occasional wolf growl and whistle while they had him naked and being examined.
That's my Master I giggled.
Even Smith stared a bit at Master, Plus I now had a bit of joyous news to tell my Master, he is going to be a father.
My species is fertile twice during a year, Master had released inside of me right at the tail end of the last cycle and the deed was done, I was pregnant.
He greeted the news with a joyous whoop and spun me through the air happily, later near raping me (as if that were possible with him) once we had gotten home.
I have been asked, being raised as a sex slave, shouldn't I hate men? be angry about collars and all the other stuff that comes with it?
No, I cannot hate someone for the actions of another, I love my husband and Master and always will, if someone cannot understand that, it isn't me that has a problem.