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And now, the Conclusion of Rescued?

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RedTails - Awakenings
Rescued?

By

Scarletdown

Part II of II


	"Master, is this truly necessary?" Shaasta protested, as she and Hansen
	were
guided down the stone steps to the processing lab beneath the Southern
Rose pet shop.
	Frelic gave a light tug on the leashes clasped to the Elf and Squirrel's
collars to hurry them along, "Yes, my dear brats.  This is indeed truly
necessary.  Now that I am one thousand and thirty-five gold pieces poorer,
I am determined to protect my investment."
	"But you need not worry," she countered, "I give my solemn promise that I
	will
not run away.  And you know good and well that I am always true to my
word."
	"That is not what I am worried over, sis," Frelic told her, "I know that
neither of you would run away from me.  We are doing this to protect you
from the possibility of being stolen by slavers ever again.  The only way
to ensure that is for the two of you to wear my mark on your bottoms."
	"But how can you know that a brand will deter a slaver?" she asked, "What
	would
stop one from removing the mark, as you yourself did for me after my
escape from Mistress Triniti?"
	"Honor would stop them," Varo, the Furling Wolf who owned the Southern
	Rose
said, "Odd as it may sound, Slavers do possess a sense of honor.  Should
one who is taken have a mark of ownership, the captor will not remove the
brand and will, in fact, take the captive under protection to eventually
be returned to his or her rightful owner."
	"This is done out of respect for the owner," Lilieblume added, "out of
	respect
for the time and expense invested in training and conditioning the pet or
slave to serve submissively and faithfully."

	They reached the bottom of the stairs, and passed through a set of double doors
into a softly lit chamber that was decorated in a traditional dungeon motif. 
Hansen was grinning with amusement as his bright eyes scanned the room, while
Shaasta gazed nervously at the collection of torture and taming devices set up
down here.
	"Ooh!" the Furling exclaimed, his eyes filled with awe at the scene before
them, "This is really neat.  Do you actually get to use all of these things,
Master Varo?"
	The Wolf chuckled and shook his head, "No, little one.  Much of what you see
here is merely for show, to add the proper touch of atmosphere to the lab, at
least the toys that were designed to cause permanent injury or worse."
	"Just atmosphere," Shaasta echoed Varo's assurance, now noticeably more at
ease, though still nervous about what was to occur down here.  She rubbed her
bottom in anticipation of the searing it was soon going to receive so soon after
the paddling her brother had given her as part of her inspection.  She had more
questions, but those would have to wait, a few minutes at least, as they were
ready to begin their final processing.
	Master Varo stood between a pair of cushioned examining tables, which were
fitted with leather shackles at the corners, iron rings fitted with sturdy
chains at the front end; and like with the display pads out in the show room, a
pair of heavy chains hung suspended from the ceiling above the tables; one with
an iron hook on the end and the other featuring another shackle, "Bring your
pets forward, Master Willowpaw," he instructed.

	Frelic led Shaasta and Hansen over to stand before the Wolf, and released the
clasps attaching the leashes to their leather collars; then gave them each an
affectionate and reassuring pat on their behinds before Varo and Lilieblume, the
Wolf's Halfling pet helped them get comfortable on the examination tables.
	With the two new pets lying face down, Varo and Lilie secured their wrists and
ankles in the leather shackles at the corners of the table so that their legs
were spread wide, and Hansen's bushy tail was bound in the overhead shackle and
pulled up out of the way, so that once again, their most intimate treasures were
visible for all to see.  Finally, the Halfling slipped thick pillows underneath
them to help thrust their bottoms up a little more, while Varo clasped the other
overhead chains and the ones at the front end of the tables to the rings in the
pets' collars, so that they were completely immobilized.
	Varo padded over to a storage cabinet and extracted a number of syringes,
needles, vials, flasks, cannisters, and a pair of small round wooden paddles;
all of which he arranged neatly on a cart and wheeled over between the two
tables.  He and Lilieblume each took a syringe and mithril needle, and broke the
seals on a couple vials of a thick blue liquid, which was drawn into the
syringes.
	"Vitamin solution," the Halfling reminded Frelic, answering the question he
really wasn't going to ask.
	The wizard nodded politely and smiled, "Yes, I remember, the same formula your
Master gave Mistie earlier."
	Without another word, Wolf and Halfling slid their thick needles into the left
cheeks of the two newly purchased pets' upturned and upthrust bottoms, pressing
the mithril shafts in until they were buried to the hilt in  the soft, tender
flesh.  The initial puncture hurt, of course, but that was mild compared to the
burn of the viscous serum as the plungers on the syringes forced the nourishing
solution into their bodies.  After an agonizingly long half a minute, the
syringes were empty.  The needles were extracted from their butts, and then Varo
and Lilieblume took the round paddles and landed a couple firm smacks on the
area where the shots were administered.
	"This helps to work the formula into their systems properly," the Wolf
explained to Frelic, as he and the Halfling massaged the blade of the paddle
over their patients' behinds.
	Shaasta sighed.  It seemed as if her bottom was fated to forever be a major
focus of attention, "Master Varo," she said, "Does everything always have to be
focused on my butt, especially if it involves inflicting pain?"
	Varo responded with another swat from the paddle and chuckled, "To put it
plainly, my dear love pet," he said, "Yes and yes."
	Hansen, who, naturally was aroused by the painful injection and the subsequent
paddle smack, couldn't help but giggle at his girlfriend's embarrassed
frustration, "Shaasta, dear," he chittered, "That is what a lovely bottom such
as yours was made for.  Didn't you realize that by now?"
	Almost as if on queue, Lilieblume gave him another pair of swats with her
paddle, "The same goes with your lovely bottom as well, silly little Squirrel,"
she reminded him, giving his nether cheeks a hard pinch.
	He blushed and smiled, though the Halfling could not see his face from where
she stood, "Thank-you, Lilie.  Now, what is next in our processing?  Is it time
for our brandings yet?"
	"Not quite, yet, little one," Varo answered, massaging Shaasta's rear with the
paddle for a few more seconds, then giving her another swat, for no other reason
than because he could, "We have a couple more fluids to put into you first."
	"Yeah," Lilieblume added, "But don't worry.  We will be searing your ass soon
enough."

	Continuing with the task at hand, Varo and Lilie set aside the spent syringes
and needles to be sterilized and recycled and selected a fresh set, along with
vials of a clear liquid.  As they filled the new syringes, Varo explained, "This
next shot is a dose of what is known as Tempspay."  For the second time,
Shaasta's and Hansen's aft ends were pierced, this time in the right cheek, and
the serum was injected into their bodies.  This one though was not as thick as
the vitamin mix.
	"This is one of the most important shots a pet should receive on a regular
schedule," Lilieblume instructed Frelic.  "As the name implies, Tempspay
prevents accidental breeding.  It works on both males and females, and one dose
provides protection for a full thirty days."
	"I don't know whether or not you plan on making full use of Shaasta's assets
and talents, what with her being your sister," Varo said.  He removed the needle
and as with the previous injection, gave Shaasta's rear a couple swats and
massage with the paddle to work the serum in, "But even if you don't use her as
a boink bunny, I still recommend giving her monthly Tempspay shots anyway."
	"Just in case you have guests that wish to use her," the Halfling explained. 
"Personally, I see no reason why you wouldn't want to make use of such a lovely
little creature yourself.  After all, she is now first and foremost your pet,
and is expected to submit herself to your desires at any time."
	Frelic found himself blushing tremendously at the suggestion.  He had been
planning on making his sister a personal aide, and had not considered the
possibilities of using her as a pleasure pet.  It wasn't as if the two had never
been intimate with each other before, but that was back when they were still
tender tails, first becoming sexually aware and experimenting together as they
explored those strange new feelings.  He stood beside her and let his gaze and
his hands wander over her nymphly body, traveling from her neck, down her back,
over the rise of her sweet soft rear, and along her thighs.  Here she lay naked
before him, now a full grown Elven woman, plush and sexy, being prepared for a
lifetime of service and submission to her new master.  She belonged one hundred
percent to him.  Frelic was now her legal owner.  He felt a stirring again
beneath his robes and tunic as he noted just how perfectly beautiful Shaasta
was, and though the thought still embarrassed him, he could not deny that the
desire for her indeed burned deep within him.
	"I will consider that possibility," Frelic said, "We will see."
	"Trust me, Master Frelic," Hansen advised, "Shaasta is absolutely fantastic. 
You may become addicted to her even.  I know I am."  Once more, the Elf girl's
face turned a soft red, and a sweet dampness formed between her thighs as those
around her discussed the use of her tail.
	"At any rate," Varo continued, "you do not have to worry about Shaasta getting
accidentally knocked up now, nor worry about your other pet accidentally
knocking up some unsuspecting lass.  Just remember to give them the Tempspay
shots every thirty days."  The second set of injectors were set aside, and Varo
then motioned Frelic over to the cart.

	"Finally," he announced, "we have one more task before we brand them.  He
picked up a pair of pint flasks containing a jade green liquid.  One flask was
handed to Lilieblume, and the other was presented to Frelic.  "There is no
reason why I should have all the fun with Shaasta," the Wolf apologized, "After
all, she is your pet, so you should have the option of working on her if you
wish."
	Frelic nodded and looked over the flask, "So then, what type of potion is
this?"  He removed the stopper and took a whiff of the contents, his nose
filling with the scent of roses and the sweet aroma that permeates the air right
before an electrical storm.
	"That is a Potion of Dragon Metabolism," Varo said, "It augments the gehennite
that is used for their weekly cleansings by increasing their metabolism's
efficiency to that similar to a Dragon's."
	"Ah, I see.  Close to one hundred percent of what they take in gets converted
to energy."  Frelic put the stopper back on the flask, and thought a moment. 
"Whoever came up with this formula must be quite the genius.  I would think that
in addition to maintaining cleanliness, a pet that has this stuff in her would
probably be able to last a long long time; if you take my meaning."
	Varo chuckled and nodded, "Yes, that is quite correct.  A pet can play for
hours on end with a Potion of Dragon Metabolism in her body.  And if you don't
want your pet staying up and awake for days, we do have a serum that can counter
that particular effect without degrading the others."
	"I should hope so," Frelic replied, "I can imagine how hard one would crash the
instant the potion wears off; she would probably sleep for days.  Now, how is
this potion administered?  Is Shaasta supposed to drink it?"
	"That's one way," Varo nodded, "It can also be administered rectally as well. 
Truth to tell, it doesn't matter how we get the potion into her."
	Frelic laughed, and smacked his sister on the rump, "That sounds just fine by
me.  We will do it the fun way."  He glanced over at Hansen, who was laying
there patiently waiting, with Lilieblume standing beside him, her own flask in
hand.
	"The same goes for him," Frelic declared, "Give it to the Furling the way pets
and slaves are meant to take it.  Pour it up his ass."
	Hansen grinned excitedly, "I wouldn't expect it any other way, Master!"
	The stoppers were removed from the flasks and replaced with long, round-tipped
applicator tubes.  Frelic stood behind Shaasta and Lilieblume assumed her
position behind Hansen.
	"Go ahead and give them the full pint," Varo instructed, "That is a five day
dosage.  I'll see to it that you are supplied with the serum to help them
sleep."

	Lilieblume positioned the tip of the applicator at the entrance to Hansen's aft
passage, swirling it around the tight rim first to help relax him and make him
more receptive.  Frelic followed the Halfling's example and did the same to his
sister.  Then on the Wolf's mark, the typical count of three, the shafts were
gently inserted fully up inside the pets' butts, causing the now familiar gasp
and moan in stereo from them.
	In tandem, they tilted the flasks up, and let gravity do its work, feeding the
jade potions through the small hole in the end of the tubes into the pets' aft
chambers.  Frelic smiled as he watched Shaasta squirm in her bonds, flexing and
moaning as the liquid filled and stretched her inside.  He placed one hand on
her bottom, and again gently caressed the soft, round flesh, which would soon be
seared with his mark.
	"Such a lovely tail," he said, "so smooth and flawless.  'Tis a pity it must me
marred with a brand."
	"Aye," Varo agreed, "It would indeed seem like a crime against nature to mark
such a perfect bottom.  But considering the alternative, such is the lesser of
the two evils."
	Frelic nodded agreement, "Yes, it is for the best."  The flasks were now three
quarters full.  He gave his a little shake, trying to speed up the transfer,
which elicited another round of pleasured whimpering and flexing from his
sister.  From the next table over, he could hear a steady rhythm of whines and
gasps.  Glancing over, he noted that Hansen was thoroughly enjoying the tail
feeding.
	The Furling's ass was thrust up higher than before; his furry cheeks clenched
and relaxed steadily, hungrily taking in the potion like a suckling kitten.  The
Halfling behind him was smiling, enjoying administering the potion as much as he
was enjoying receiving it.  Her hand caressed the right cheek of his bottom,
then wandered down to playfully stroke the hard shaft that was again protruding
from the Squirrel's furry sheath.
	"Oh, Hansen," she giggled, giving his erect member a squeeze, "You are one
fabulous little pet, so easy to please.  I bet you are going to keep your master
busy busy busy."

	"Master, Varo," Frelic said, "On our way down here, something Shaasta said
started me thinking.  Despite that sense of honor you mentioned, she still had a
valid point.  What would stop a determined and unscrupulous slaver from having a
captured pet's brand removed, instead of respecting the mark?  After all, a
brand is not too difficult to remove, even for a magick wielder of modest
abilities, such as I was when I removed the brand Mistress Triniti had placed on
Shaasta."
	"Answer me a few questions," Varo replied, "First, was Mistress Triniti's mark
always visible?"
	"Of course it was.  It was a typical brand that had then been tattooed over in
silver ink.  'Twas clearly visible as the noon sun."
	Varo nodded and continued, "Therein lies the problem.  A mark like that is
indeed a simple matter to lift, even by, as you put it, a person of even the
most modest abilities.  But now, here is my next question.  The first time
Shaasta was taken, what was the first thing her captor did to her?"
	"When my sister and I were taken prisoner aboard the Bloodlust," Frelic
recalled, "We, and several other prisoners were stripped naked, and then Captain
Hayes, Ship's Sorceress Mistress Triniti, and Ship's Disciplinarian Lieutenant
Tarna paddled our butts."
	"And, tell me, Hansen," the Wolf pressed onward, "When Corporal Wheaton and his
band of slavers took you and Shaasta, what was the first thing he did to you?"
	The Furling remembered clearly as if that incident had occurred mere hours ago,
"He stripped us naked and paddled our butts, right in front of his troops."
	"And finally," Varo finished, "Do you know why you were paddled first thing?"
	Shaasta shrugged, "Could it be because everyone seems to be obsessed with our
bottoms and they enjoy spanking us?" she guessed.
	Frelic laughed and patted his sister's ass, "I'm sure that could be one of the
reasons.  I know Lieutenant Tarna seemed to be obsessed with my rear back on the
Bloodlust.  That bird was always finding the slimmest of reasons to summon me
for a tail roasting.  However, I suspect that Master Varo may have another
theory."

	"Oh, it's not a mere theory," Varo corrected him, "Trust me on this detail. 
Enjoyment of spanking you was only a secondary reason you were initially
paddled."  He padded over behind Lilieblume, "When they roasted your behinds,
both your first owners and Corporal Wheaton were looking for a hidden brand."
	Frelic looked confused, "I don't quite follow you, Master Varo," he admitted,
"We were totally naked, and a brand is a rather prominent feature, not something
that could be easily concealed."  The flask was finally emptied, its contents
now fully inside of Shaasta.  He  set the empty flask down on the table between
her legs, leaving it docked in her aft port to keep the potion from spilling out
while it slowly absorbed into her body.
	"Allow me to demonstrate," the Wolf offered.  "Bring me one of those paddles
and come join me over here.
	Frelic fetched one of the small paddles off the cart and presented it to Varo,
just as the Halfling was finishing up her task with Hansen.
	She released her grip on Hansen's cock and lowered the empty flask to the
table, keeping the Furling plugged as Frelic had done to his sister.  "It will
take a few minutes for you to fully absorb that much potion," she explained,
"After that, we can finally get you properly marked."
	The Furling nodded and moaned his acknowledgment.  With a full pint of the warm
liquid stretching his tight little ass, he felt as if he had just become a
surrogate mother to an unborn duck.  He sighed contentedly, "This will be a
regular treatment, Master Frelic?"
	Frelic smirked and chuckled, giving the remarkable little slut a swat, which he
was finding to be rather addictive, "Oh, most definitely, my little sweet tail. 
We want to keep your little treasure hole ready for use at a moment's notice."
	"Oh, wonderful, Master! Absolutely wonderful!"
	"However, I think it will probably be best to do only a quarter flask each
session, considering your small size."

	"If I may please proceed with this demonstration," Varo interjected, "come
around to the other end of the table so that your pets can witness this." 
Frelic followed the Wolf and Halfling.  Lilieblume was positioned so that both
Shaasta and Hansen had a clear view of her bare bottom.  Then without fanfare,
Varo delivered a dozen solid swats to her jiggly rear, all twelve landing on her
right cheek.  The typical crimson blush appeared, and with it, the image of an
ornate, silver rose.
	Frelic touched his fingers over the mark, tracing out its graceful shape,
raised in bas relief from the otherwise smooth flesh.  "Lovely design," he
remarked, "so artistically rendered.  I assume that such an intricate pattern
was not made using a typical branding wire?"
	"That is my personal mark," the Wolf proudly announced, taking his turn to run
his fingers over his creation, and then landing another dozen swats on
Lilieblume's bottom, this time on the left cheek, simply to even out the glow,
"I made the design myself.  And you are again correct, sir.  This was not
created with a branding wire.  What you are seeing is the results of a Wand of
The Masters."  He padded over to a cabinet and came back holding a polished
wooden rod, which he held out to Frelic.
	"Wand of the Masters," Frelic repeated.  He turned the wand in his hands to
examine it.  It was shorter than most typical wands, about ten inches in length,
and bore no intricate designs or inscriptions on its plain willow surface.  The
business end of the wand held a tiny ruby, secured in a silver, three fingered
prong setting.
	"What you hold in your hands there, Master Willowpaw," Varo said, "is the
finest and most secure form of branding ever devised.  First and foremost, as
you witnessed on Lilieblume's bottom, the mark remains invisible until a
suitable amount of heat is applied to the marked area, such as the heat
generated by a paddling.  And unlike a traditional brand and tattoo, the mark
will show clearly even through fur or down."
	"Sweet," Frelic replied, "finally a way to brand a pet without marring an
otherwise perfect rump."  He touched a finger to the tip of the ruby; it was as
sharp as a needle.  "I have another pet back home, Delilah, a Furling Otter, who
has a traditional brand.  I may very well have to go ahead and get myself one of
these and redo her mark.  I'm sure she would be thrilled too, as she is a
notorious pain slut like Hansen."

	"I highly recommend that myself," Varo agreed, "that is, if you can get your
paws on one of those wands.  They can be rather pricey."
	"I'm certain Delilah can learn to make one of these herself.  She has become
quite an accomplished crafter since she joined my household.  She's a pretty
decent alchemist as well now too, so she may be able to eventually mix most, if
not all, of the various potions and salves that my pets will need."
	"Well, if your Otter ever needs some instruction in that sort of thing, you can
bring her here," Lilieblume offered, "Before I became Master Varo's pet, I was a
rather renowned alchemist around Coralport, just a few days travel north of
here.  I would be more than happy to teach her."
	"I will keep that in mind," Frelic replied.
	"Now," Varo interrupted, "a brand created with a Wand of the Masters is also
resistant to removal.  Once placed, it may only be lifted by the pet's legal
owner, or a high level Order of the Mink or Order of the Falcon acolyte with the
legal owner's blessing."
	"And that is absolute proof against even the most determined slaver removing
the mark," Frelic concluded, "very ingenious indeed."
	"And what's more," Varo added, "the mark also has an enchantment which protects
the bearer from the elements, a highly desirable feature, as most pets and
slaves generally stay skyclad save for their collars, footwear, and equipment
belts or harnesses such as what my Halfling wears."

	"Okay," Frelic said, "How does this wand work?"
	"First," Lilieblume replied, I need to see a sample of the design you wish to
use as your brand, which I will then draw in ink on your pets' bottoms."
	Frelic unfastened his belt and handed it over to the Halfling, "The design for
the mark is the same as the design on the buckle."
	She held up the belt and studied the intricate raised engraving, then she
fetched a quill and a bottle of black kraken ink from the storage cabinet, and
went to work.  She first copied the design onto a blank page in a small
leatherbound book, which she then showed to the Elf for his approval, "We keep a
record of all brands applied here," she explained, "It is a registry of personal
marks for identification purposes."
	Next, she set the book, open, on Shaasta's back, and pulled the cart close so
she could keep the ink bottle on it for easy access.  The quill was dipped in
the ink, and after another quick glance at the design recorded in the book,
Lilieblume set about duplicating it on the girl's bottom.  Frelic stood behind
her and watched over her shoulder.  The Halfling was a skilled artist, he noted.
 Her strokes with the quill were quick, smooth, and flawless.  Two minutes
later, the right cheek of his sister's butt bore a perfect copy of the design in
the brand registry book, a three inch wide four-toed feline paw print with a
willow tree inlaid inside the large primary pad.
	While she was busy repeating the process on Hansen's furry bottom, painting the
Willowpaw design over the white fur of his treasure tail, Master Varo tightened
Shaasta's bonds a little more, to make sure that she was completely immobilized
for the branding.  He then ordered her to open her mouth, into which he placed a
leather bit.  "She is ready for you, Master Willowpaw," he announced.
	For better agility, Frelic removed his outer robe and set it on an unoccupied
table.  Clad in only a pair of knee high leather boots and a short, black tunic,
which was cinched at the waist with a narrow leather belt, he gripped the
branding wand and stood behind Shaasta.  "How does this work?" he asked.
	Lilieblume, now finished painting the design on the Furling's rear, came over
and stood beside the wizard, admiring his cute, bare thighs, which she felt were
every bit as sexy as his twin's.  The impetuous girl even went so far as to slip
a hand up underneath Frelic's tunic and steal a feel of his own soft behind,
commenting, "I really do hope you come back to play before you leave town."

	Frelic shuddered at the unexpected touch of her gentle hand on his posterior,
and blushed, "As I said previously, I will consider your offer, time permitting.
 Now again I ask, how does this work?"
	"Simply follow the lines," Lilie instructed, as she continued to fondle the
Elf's rump; he didn't protest, so under the skirt of his tunic is where her hand
remained.  "Don't worry about messing up.  It is virtually impossible to do this
wrong; the wand will only brand where it touches the Kraken ink.  Now, focus
your thoughts and picture in your mind the symbol before you glistening in
silver on the canvas of your sister's beautiful ass."
	Frelic nodded solemnly and leaned forward, placing one hand on Shaasta's left
cheek, and holding the wand poised mere inches above the other.  He didn't truly
mind the Halfling fondling him.  In fact, the steady squeezing and kneading she
was doing beneath his tunic was identical to the technique Mistress Aeraal used
to help him focus his thoughts and concentrate when practicing his lessons back
during his apprenticeship.
	He touched the wand's ruby tip to the lowermost point on the paw print design. 
Immediately upon contact with the ink, the little gem glowed with a soft crimson
light, and a sound that was like a mix of a burning hiss and an electrical
crackle was heard.  He then began tracing the wand around the primary pad of the
design.  The wand hissed and crackled a little louder, creating tendrils of
energy that danced over Shaasta's aft flesh in its wake.
	"Slow strokes," the Halfling coached him, "Don't rush; don't hurry."
	Up until the moment that ruby-tipped wand touched her bottom, Shaasta had known
only one agony more intense than what she now felt, the gehennite cleansings
Master Varo administered up her ass once each week.  As her brother drew the
little gem around the lines the Halfling had painted on her, the Elf's plush
rear burned with a searing heat and white-hot kisses of energy that felt like
the Shocking Touch, a little spell which Mistress Triniti occasionally liked to
employ during her previous captivity as punishment in addition to the expected
spankings when she misbehaved.  A scream arose within her, but it would not come
forth, as the bar of soft leather she held in her mouth bore a muting
enchantment.  Her nether cheeks clenched hard around the tube that was still up
inside her, still connected to the empty flask which lay forgotten on the table
between her thighs.  The process seemed interminable, as Frelic followed Lilie's
instructions for slow strokes.  Unable to do more than flex in her bonds, which
Varo had expertly secured, her jaws clamped down hard on the leather bit in her
mouth, the only way she could bite back and channel the pain being drawn into
her Elven flesh.
	Frelic completed the wand's path around the primary pad of the paw print, and
immediately repeated the process for the four smaller rings splayed in an arc
across the top of the design.  Everywhere the ruby touched, the black ink was
replaced by lines of sparking silver.  And just as Lilieblume had promised, the
few times Frelic's hand slipped, and the the magickal stylus wandered outside
the lines, the bare flesh was left unmarred.  Finishing with the paw print, he
lifted the wand off of his sister's clenching, quivering behind, and surveyed
his handiwork thus far.  Satisfied that the branding was progressing properly,
he then touched the wand again to her ass, and began tracing out the more
intricate design of the little willow tree inside the large ring of the paw
print, sending a fresh wave of electric fire through her tender flesh.

	After what seemed to Shaasta like a pair of eternities, the operation ended as
abruptly as it had begun.  Its path over her bottom complete, the wand's fire
was spent; all that remained were a few lingering tendrils of energy, which
danced for a few seconds more on her rump, then seemingly disappeared into her
flesh.  Her cheeks relaxed once more, and she let the leather bit in her mouth
drop to the floor, then simply lay there on the table, gasping and sobbing
softly.  She whimpered as Master Varo finally removed the potion flask from
between her thighs, and felt her brother's fingers trace the path the Wand of
the Masters had blazed on her butt, and she sighed as Frelic's soft voice
comforted her.

	"You are an amazing girl, sis," he said.  His other hand caressed the crevasse
between her hind quarters, teasingly sliding from her tail bone down to her
tight little back entrance and her smooth, moist sex.  His touch down there
elicited a sweet moan, as an inner burning filled her.  "I am most impressed at
how well you weathered your branding with not even a whimper or a muffled
scream."
	"That was by design," Varo informed him, "You may explain it, Shaasta."
	"Yes," Shaasta agreed, "I would have screamed had it been at all possible. 
However, that was not just a bit that Master Varo put in my mouth."
	"Let me guess," Frelic interrupted, "The bit has an enchantment to keep the
subject silent."
	"Yes, that is exactly what it is, a silencing bit," Shaasta replied, "Master
Varo insists on using them during all brandings and cleansings, as the screams
that those activities can create may agitate the pets in the show room
upstairs."
	"Well, at any rate," Frelic said, "it is finished.  I just wish you could see
how lovely the design looks on your ass."
	"She will get a chance to see it when we go back upstairs," Lilieblume informed
him.  "The brand will initially be visible for at least thirty minutes, though
her butt will remain sore for a few hours."

	Taking into account Hansen's tolerances, the Halfling placed a bucket on the
floor at the back end of the table the Furling lay on, just in case his upcoming
branding caused him to orgasm.  Master Varo checked the Squirrel's bonds, and
removed the empty flask from between his legs, causing him to sigh contentedly
as the tube up inside him was pulled out of his rectum.  Lilieblume placed a
silencing bit in Hansen's mouth as Frelic took up a position to the Furling's
right, waiting for the go ahead.
	The Wolf gave a nod of his head, signaling Frelic to start when ready.  The Elf
placed his free hand on the furry bottom's left cheek, refocused his
concentration, and touched the ruby-tipped wand to the paw print painted on the
soft white fur.  Again, with slow and smooth strokes, he traced the searing ruby
over the design, the black ink being replaced by lines of crackling silver.
	Just like with Shaasta, the Furling's ass clenched and flexed tight, and his
jaws clamped down hard on the leather bit as the electric fire traced its way
over his rump.  But unlike Shaasta, it was not a scream that was muted, but a
heavy moan of agonized pleasure instead as his bottom burned and his cock
emerged fully erect from its furry sheath.  While Frelic worked the willow tree
design, Hansen could hold back no longer, and for the third time that day, his
hot seed spilled into the bucket below him.
	Frelic could not help but smirk and chuckle softly as his little pain slut pet
orgasmed again, "I swear, Hansen," he said, "I think someone is really in need
of a good long boinking.  We must see what can be done about that real soon."
	Hansen smiled around the bit in his mouth.  He wasn't quite certain if that
meant him burying his cock in Shaasta, or him getting his ass filled with his
Master's cock.  It didn't really matter though; both thoughts excited him and
reinvigorated his erection.
	His pet's renewed state of arousal did not escape Frelic's notice as he
completed the branding.  he laughed again, "Well, I see my little slut boy likes
that idea."  He planted a firm, open-handed slap on Hansen's freshly seared
butt, "as I said, we will see what we can do about that."
	Frelic placed the Wand of the Masters on the cart between the two tables, and
again looked over his handiwork, "Now, I assume that completes the final
processing?" he asked, as he put his robe and belt back on.

	"One last little detail remains," Varo announced.  He removed a red,
long-stemmed, thornless rose from a vase on another table, and slid it up
Shaasta's butt until the large bloom sat flush against her cheeks.  "It is a
tradition here at the Southern Rose for all pets we sell," he explained, as he
released the Elf girl's bonds and helped her to her feet.
	Following her Master's lead, Lilieblume also selected a rose from the vase and
planted it under Hansen's tail before releasing him.  "Think of it as our
trademark, or our seal of quality," she said.
	Frelic just smiled and nodded, "Flowers planted in flowers.  Now, you two will
wear those until it is time to sleep tonight."
	His pets nodded submissively, "Aye, Master."
	Frelic attached the leashes to Shaasta and Hansen's collars, and they were led
back up the stairs to the lobby.
	"Now before you leave, is there anything else you wish to purchase?" Lilieblume
asked, "any accessories, or pet toys, or potions, for example?"
	Frelic thought a moment, "Well, for most of the items we will eventually need,
I am going to wait until it's about time for us to ship out."
	"I'll assemble some basic pet maintenance kits for you over the next few days
then," Varo offered.
	"I could make use of some Pixie Salve, injectors, and that serum you mentioned
to help them sleep despite the Potions of Dragon Metabolism we gave them,"
Frelic decided.
	"Very good," the Wolf agreed, "Anything else?"
	Frelic looked over a display case, filled with a variety of spanking tools,
then gestured to one in particular, "Yes, how about that paddle right there.  I
find that one strangely appealing in its simplicity."  The paddle in question
was just a small, plain, round, hardwood model with a short handle, designed for
single-handed spontaneous spankings.
	Varo opened the display case and retrieved the paddle, while Lilieblume
gathered up the other items Frelic requested.  Once everything was arranged on
the sales counter, Varo tallied up the total.
	"How much do I owe you?" Frelic asked, hefting his money pouch.
	"That will be three gold pieces, fourteen silvers, and four coppers," the Wolf
replied.
	Frelic counted out the coins, stacked them on the counter, then secured the
injectors, serums, and salve in his various pouches, and hung his new paddle on
his belt.

	"Thank-you again for everything," he said.  "This really has been quite the
enlightening experience in many ways."
	"Be sure to think about my offer before you leave town, cutie," Lilieblume
reminded him, motioning for him to bend down so she could press her lips against
his in a tender and deep kiss.
	"And don't forget to bring your pets in for their next cleansing before you
head out," Varo added.
	"No worries, Master Varo," Frelic assured him, "We will be here.  Oh, and I
will be back tomorrow for Mistie.  Can you definitely have her ready for
inspection and sale by then?"
	"She will be ready and waiting for you by midday at the latest," Varo promised.
 "Now, I hate to rush you out the door, kids, but my pet and I have a tremendous
amount of work to do."
	Frelic nodded, and took up his pets' leashes, "I'll see you tomorrow," he said,
as he led Shaasta and Hansen out the door and into the warm afternoon.  "Come
along, my pets," he said, "Let's head back to the Hightail Inn and have a spot
of lunch.  I'm starving, and I would assume you are too.

	When the three were gone, Varo locked the door and put a sign in the window
that said, 'Closed for the day for inventory maintenance.'
	"Come on, Lilieblume," Varo said, landing a guiding swat on her bare bottom
with the paddle he always carried, "There is much to be done today.  I hope that
you have a reserve of endurance."
	"You know me, Master," the Halfling giggled, as she preceded the Wolf into the
show room, where dozens of pets waited patiently.

-- 
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