Wolf Slave 9 – Alex Ankarr


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Wolf Slave 9 – Alex Ankarr

Penn nods agreeably, eyes vaguely evading directly meeting his master’s, and moves off to another part of the library to rearrange the current periodicals. He doesn’t much fancy still struggling with the filing cabinet, right under Hotstaat’s eyes: it’s inhibiting, and there is plenty more that needs doing instead. Halfway, he expects Hotstaat to leave him to it: but no. Hotstaat takes up the latest copy of the local newspaper, and pours a glass of cordial from the decanter on the long table, then seats himself in the corner in one of the soft leather easy chairs, settling down to read. Penn has not noticed the decanter before now, a new development since he was last in here. It looks like an indication that Hotstaat intends to spend a good deal of time in the library – perhaps he normally does, when not on business – and mentally Penn curses the notion.

Working under the eye of one’s master: it’s a long way from the worst thing that could happen, but it isn’t altogether agreeable, either. The general idea, he finds, is to avoid notice as far as possible: to be as much invisible and inconspicuous as one can render oneself. Attracting notice rarely proves to be a good idea. It can lead to all sorts of things, as he has found: extra work, disapprobation, demotion in duties. Approval, new training, travel, favouritism and preferences that make one unpopular with one’s fellows. Attractions, amities that might have been friendship between equals. Sexual attentions, that might be welcome but generally is not, in his brief experience of such. Whether good or bad, none of these things are under the control of the lower-caste party, which is the main reason why it’s better to avoid them altogether, by means of avoiding notice altogether.

His eyes run over Hotstaat, over in the far corner, as discreetly as he can manage it: and two thoughts enter his head pretty much simultaneously. First off it occurs to him that perhaps it wouldn’t be altogether a hardship should the wolf decide to take some notice of him in that way. Better not, because one never knows what form of expression that attention may take, and his prior experience of it wasn’t pleasant. But if things should fall out that way, Hotstaat is at least youngish and attractive, not a greying bulldog-faced asshole with a stentorian roar and a brutal dick. It all depends on the approach: and though he hates the fact, he also knows that sexually, as in any other way, plenty of owners regard their slaves as property and fair game.


© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2013  All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.


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