Unconditional Love

Gena awoke, her stomach growled with hunger. She would be fed a vitamin compound that would keep her coat shiny and keep her figure thin. She looked at the bars of her cage and thought back to when she was free. Gena remembered her home in the forest. Gena was a freeborn, she lived her life with her parents in a small village where she was taught how to read and write. She learned how freedom and dignity were important and that choice was valued. She then thought about the day the slavers came. It was a week after her twenty-first birthday. The raiding party swept through the village killing all the adults including her parents and friends. Only seven were taken for slaves her among them. The image of that choke collar they placed on her neck made her feel like she was still wearing it. The feelings and memories of her former paradise making her sad. A tear fell from her cheek onto the cold stone floor and she snapped out of her nightmare, only to realize she was still in one. She had been in this horrible hell for two years as her tormentors taught her how to pleasure men. Gena never allowed her spirit to be broken, even with all the indignities she had been exposed to. Nothing would make her completely obedient, she would not be some fleshy robot drone to be used. Her only reason for listening was so she wasn’t constantly whipped. She hated humans both for her past and present situations, she wanted to find a way to pay them back to get even. Genas trainer walked to her cell his whip at his side his evil smile revealing his thoughts of raping her the night before.

“This is your last chance you rotten animal if you do anything to annoy this buyer or me i’ll turn that nice ass into a blanket,” he said with contempt.

Gena hated him with a passion, her trainer was a mean man who would whip her for any reason and rape her when he wanted pleasure. He was a cruel man with no respect for life and only his own enjoyment on mind. She stood and was given a bucket with brushes and perfume. She brushed her fur wondering if she would rather die than become some ones sex slave. It didn’t take her long to finish and decided not to use the perfume, she preferred her own scent and didn’t completely care about punishment anymore. Gena was led to the exercise yard with about forty other slaves. She got in a line and stood almost in a military manor gritting her teeth. A tall man with a moderate build and almost pale skin went down the line looking at each slave. He seemed unhappy and dissatisfied with the group. He would put his hand in front of them to see if they moved their eyes or keep them forward like they were trained to do. This was normally done by masters who wanted complete obedience and figured this was a good test of the will. The man stopped in front of her, he looked at her smooth thin panther body. He smiled slightly before he moved his hand in front of her. Gena managed to keep her eyes forward when he put his hand in front of her but her lips twitched in disgust of being treated like a pet. He took notice and put his hand on her cheek curiously. She growled instinctively and he quickly pulled his hand back as her teeth almost grabbed it. The trainer saw her and marched over pulling his whip out. Gena braced herself for the hit and closed her eyes. She was knocked to the ground but not hit by the whip. She didn’t open her eyes right away but she knew she had heard the whip snap and wondered what happened. The man let out a yell of pain and she opened her eyes in curiousity. From the ground she saw the man standing where she had been, a cut in his shirt and a growing amount of blood made her realize he had taken the hit meant for her. This didn’t make any sense and she sat there stupefied in surprise. The man marched to the trainer and slugged him making him fall to the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing!” her trainer yelled.

The mans nostrils flared, ”If I ever see you hit another slave I’ll strangle you to death with that whip!”

“Fine I’ll beat her later than,” he said getting off the ground.

Wondering what was going on the owner came over to sort things out. He saw his client standing in his slave line with a slash on his chest and one of his slaves on the ground.

“What happened here,” the owner asked curious.

“I’ll tell you what happened, this asshole decided to try and hit my merchandise and when I got in the way he hit me!” the man said still pissed.

“I’m very sorry about this Mister Marrico I’ll attend to this personally,” he said worried.

“I’ve got a better idea, I’ll give you an offer, I’ll buy this entire stock here if you fire that asshole and have his handlers license revoked immediately,” he said with a vengeful smile.

The trainers jaw dropped to the ground as the owner responded, “I, I, I think we can do that, in fact that is completely acceptable! I’ll have the slaves shipped to your mansion within the hour.”

“Perfect I’ll have my account handlers transfer the money in half that time, I will take my leave and see my personal physician if you don’t mind,” the man said walking away.

The owner fired the trainer and then had some of the other staff take the slaves for new collars and leashes. Gena had a feeling of satisfaction knowing her handler was to stupid to find a real job. Afterward they were put on a bus and told to behave or they would be sorry. Gena hated the idea of being sold her claw scratched at the side of her collar as she thought about it. The bus pulled into a gate sometime latter and stopped in front of a large mansion. As they got off the bus in single file there collars were taken off and thrown into a burn barrel. Gena was glad to have the annoying restraint removed and took a deep breath. The collars had been thick and tight making breathing somewhat uncomfortable. Then they were led inside where many humans were waiting for them. One by one the others left with families and single people while she watched, it was strange for her to notice that they used no whips or restraints of any kind. The man from the compound came up to her and smiled. Gena had a look of hatred on her face and she despised him already. He put his hand on her shoulder and she growled but, he didn’t remove it. He slid his hand to her neck and she opened her mouth revealing her teeth. He put his other hand on her other shoulder and she bit his hand. He didn’t recoil his hand or hit her he just stood with a slight look of pain showing in his face. She bit slightly harder and his skin was pierced by her canines.

“I understand,” he said handing her a box, “I think you’ll feel better in these and a little less agitated if you relax.”

Gena let go of his hand and took a step back. She opened the box and saw the clothes inside, a pair of pants and a shirt. She didn’t trust him but she hated being naked in front of humans so she put them on. He smiled again and told her to come with him. A smell caught her attention as she walked into a dining room. He told her to sit and eat as much as she wanted to fill her stomach. Gena didn’t understand why he seemed so friendly, she figured it had to be a trick. She ate feeling full for the first time in years, the food was delitious and she enjoyed it. He then led her to the study and sat in a chair. He pulled out a book and she laid on the floor on the far side of the study. He asked her to sit next to him but she didn’t move. She was surprised when he didn’t get up or yell, and just started reading. For three months he asked her to sit next to him in the evening as he read and every time she didn’t move. She was fed well and he always had a smile on his face. One evening Gena fell asleep on the floor and he walked over. He laid his hand on her head and gently pet her. After a little while she started to purr and he sat next to her. Gena awoke to realize he was next to her and shocked she jumped back. She sat in a pounce position growling and barring her teeth. He looked at her with disappointment and stood up.

“What are you doing?” she said as she growled.

“Merely trying to make you see I’m not here to hurt you,” he said with a sad tone.

He walked back to the chair and continued to read. She was puzzled, no beating or punishment and he didn’t even seem to mind. He had no fear of her and he wasn’t demanding at all. Gena was stubborn and refused to believe that he didn’t want anything. Another two months went by now he would occitionally pet her and she stopped growling and biting him. When he would sit next to her she would walk away and not make a sound. She didn’t mind his petting in fact she rather enjoyed it but she would not allow him to see her approval. He started reading out loud and Gena would pretend to be asleep so he wouldn’t know she enjoyed the books. She felt more comfortable around the large mansion and liked to occationally take walks into the back yard. Which to her doubled as a jungle to relax in. None of this made sense to her though she couldn’t find any reason he would do such things.

One evening he didn’t come to the study. She thought a little and realized he hadn’t been around all day. She slept on the floor and realized she actually missed his stories and his touch on her head and neck had he gotten tired of her maybe she thought. Gena got up the next morning and walked around. She saw a doctor head up stairs and being the curious kitten she was decided to follow. He went into her masters room and she sat at the door. The man examined her master who was lying in bed and after a bit of talking on the phone told him he had a severe case of pnemonia. He would probably be in bed for a month and wasn’t to do anything strenuous. Gena watched him from the door all day and that night when the nurse at his side fell asleep she walked in. He was asleep and shivering. She thought of how nice he had been and how much she missed his presence. Gena sat on the bed and laid next him with her arm over his chest. He rolled on his side putting an arm over her and pulling her close. Gena didn’t mind it and fell asleep after he stopped shivering and a smile came to his face, she felt strangely better. That morning she awoke and looked at him. He was already awake and smiling at her with his arms rubbing her sides and taking deep breaths.

“So I take it you don’t hate me anymore Gena,” he said weezing a little.

“No it means I missed your stories and your,” she stopped herself.

He hugged her, “Thank you for keeping me warm, I hoped you cared.”

Gena in shock didn’t answer, a human thanking her boggled her mind.

“What is your name,” she asked curious.

He laughed and then started to cough and hack. The noise awoke the nurse who saw Gena on the bed. The nurse jumped to her feet and grabbed her purse while running to the bed.

She hit Gena with the purse, “get out of here you dammed animal!”

Gena jumped from the bed ripping the purse with her claws. She let out a roar and barred her teeth as the nurse backed against the wall. She yelled for help and Gena was ready for anything.

“Gena please calm down, it’ll be ok please just come back to the bed,” a soft voice said behind her.

She looked at him and saw his concern, she backed off to the bed and got under the covers next to him. She could smell his scent strong under the covers and for some reason it appealed to her.

She huddled against him as the doors were thrown open by the butler.

“What is going on what’s wrong,” he asked franticly.

“Everyone calm down Gena stays with me and get me a less hyper nurse,” the butler closed the doors seeing his anger.

Johns hand came down and rubbed her shoulder to reassure her that everything was ok.

“By the way my name is John,” he said softly.

Over the next couple weeks Gena stayed with him and kept him warm and comfortable. They had gotten a little friendlier and now John would rub her sides and arms as he slept. She would purr and every once and a while, lick his neck to show she didn’t mind. He got over the sickness much sooner than expected and attributed it to Genas attention. Gena had changed her choice in clothing from long pants and shirts to shorts and a tank top. She liked the way his skin felt against her fur and his touch was gentle and easily likable. One day she was thinking of his kindness and his looks and realized she liked him. Maybe not all humans are awful she thought to herself. Then as she thought about how she trusted him now and wanted him to be close she wondered if she loved him. Then the same thoughts occurred to her about him. Did he love her, could he? She thought. It made her wonder and she had to know the answer, both for herself and him.

One evening she asked him to take a walk and he happily agreed. As they walked out the rear mansion doors holding hands and taking deep breathes of the cool fresh night air, she noticed a bliss or content in his smile she hadn’t noticed before. Almost as if he had found heaven in his grasp and had but to walk upon the clouds to reach it. This eased her nervous stomach and made her relax more considering what to say. The question she was going to ask would be answered and she feared what answers could rise. She decided it didn’t matter what he said because even the worse possibility was still an answer. They walked down the long brick path that winded and curved in the forest that he called a garden. It led to a large pond that had beautiful grass tuffs around it. It reminded her of a picture in a romance novel she had looked at in his study. They sat on the bench at the edge of the moonlit pond and stared at the ripples in the water that glowed in the moonlight. John looked down at her and saw the distressed look on her face. He hugged her and held her close to his chest as he smiled hoping she would do the same. She took a deep breath taking in his smell before deciding the time was near for her question.

“Whats wrong Gena you look unhappy, did I do something wrong?” he asked curious.

Surprised at the question she replied, “No of course not, I just, I just need to ask you a question.”

“What is it you can tell me I will never get angry at you,” he replied with a smile.

“Do you, do you,” she was unsure how to ask, her mind had a stupid moment and she tried to cover for it, “Why haven’t you taken me?” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

Johns face took on a sad look and he released her from the hug, “You still think I want a sex slave, I’m sorry I, I” a tear fell from his eye as he stood and started to walk away. To escape the situation he didn’t want to face.

Gena felt so guilty, so idiotic after seeing his tear, she knew it hurt him deeply to hear her say what she did and her stomach tightened while her chest ached. She quickly ran to him hugging him and crying as she begged him not to leave. The mistake she made weighing on her heart.

“Please john, don’t go I’m sorry that’s not what I wanted to say, I love you! Please forgive me,” she stated as she held him tight.

He cried lightly into the air as he stopped, and gently rubbed her arms around his waist, “I love you too, I’ve hoped and prayed you loved me for so long,” he quivered as he dropped to his knees.

Gena walked to his front and knelt in front of him, “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it, I’m sorry I hurt you so deeply,” she cried as she held his hands.

“I love you! I don’t care if you hurt me or hate, it doesn’t change anything,” he cried out as he hugged her tight to his chest rubbing her back.

They held each other in their arms for a while before their eyes met in a deep star. Gena closed the distance between their faces and kissed him in a long passionate embrace. John returned the kiss as they started to roll on the ground probing each others mouths and intertwining tongues. They stopped as they almost rolled into the pond and giggled as they got up. John held her tight to his chest and trembled as she purred sending a reassuring ripple of pleasure through his chest.

“I will never betray you, I am not like other humans,” he said almost as if he feared she would never trust him.

“My life is yours, I will love you forever, I will never hate you,” she replied as he lifted her for another kiss.

“I feel the same way,” he smiled and kissed her again.

The end

By:

Thomas A. Scheck