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Slave to Reality

A catgirl escapes from slavery in her fantasy world to the real world and must learn everything from scratch. Vivian is a catgirl, born in a world in which all beast-kin are considered as nothing more than intelligent animals and are kept as slaves. Her new owner horribly abuses her, but eventually with the help of a friend she manages to escape, and while running for her life she passes through a portal to the real world. There she finds herself trapped in the apartment of young man who must be a powerful mage, considering all the impressive artifacts he possesses, and who kindly teaches her his language and his world. Volume 1 Is about falling into and escaping from abuse. The story gets lighter afterwards. ——————————————— "Please, master, don't do this. I'm your sister!" "Animals and people can't be family! Besides, even if they could, we're not related by blood. Now take off you clothes and get on the bed!" "No!" "Fine, it's you who's asking for punishment." "AAARGH!" ——————————————— "Vivian, even if my world was filled with beautiful cat girls and bunny girls, and every other kind of beast-kin, you'd still be the only one for me. Will you marry me?" "Yes!" ——————————————— "How much for the orange-haired beauty?" "She's not for sale." "How about for rent, then? How much for a night?" "She's not for rent, either." "Come on, you can't expect to walk in here with property like this and not share!" "Vivian, this man is annoying me. Please get rid of him." "Yes master!" "Hey, let go of me! How dare you lay a hand on a human! You can't just throw me out! Ouch!" CRASH.

Moss_Plains · Fantasy
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215 Chs
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Proposition

My house-cleaning clients preferred to make appointments as close as possible to Shabbat, to have their houses clean for the weekly festivity. As a result I often had Sunday and even Monday free, time that I used for my sewing projects, but from Tuesday and on I usually cleaned houses for as many as 8 hours a day.

Usually on Wednesday morning both the husband and wife were there to greet me, their children having already departed for school, but this time it was the husband alone. While I worked I had the uncomfortable feeling that he was following and watching me throughout the house, but I tried to ignore it. That became impossible when I was scrubbing the counters in the kitchen. He approached me then, standing far too close for comfort.