Secrets of the Enslaved

Nekos were a species unto their own. Part human, part cat, they were normally bred as slaves. Some Masters, and even Mistresses, would allow them to be housepets rather than slaves, but there were very few who were like that. Most Masters and Mistresses kept their Nekos for exactly the purpose they were bred—to be their eternal slaves.

There were fewer than those who let their Nekos remain in their homes as housepets that let them pick their mates. Their mates were usually picked for them, based on which ones had features that were best passed along to the next generation, which often resulted in nasty personalities. While around their Masters or Mistresses, those with nasty personalities act sweet and submissive, did everything demanded of them, but around other Nekos…all bets were off. Fights would break out, usually resulting in the weaker ones being severely injured, if not killed altogether.

However, one Master who allowed his to be housepets always observed the Nekos he got before taking them home. Master Nikki Sixx always observed them closely around their current Master or Mistress, then when they thought he wasn’t looking and they were around others of their kind. If they proved to have nasty personalities or were apt to start fights, no amount of sweet-talking could convince him to take them home with him. He had no tolerance for fighting between his pets, whatsoever.

That was what led to him picking a young Neko by the name of Amaryllis, whom he called Amara, and her mate, Dillon. The year he chose them was 1981, the year his band, Mötley Crüe, was formed, so they were fairly young, just as he was. During this time period, he typically found Nekos who were around his own age so they could keep him company better, and if they were mated to another of their kind, he never split them up. He might be an insane junkie, but he wasn’t that spiteful or cold-hearted, and everyone who knew him knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. After deciding that he wanted Dillon and Amara, he was able to buy them from their Mistress, who mistreated them.

“What would you have us do, Master Nikki?” Amara asked, kneeling in the floor at his feet when they got home, her mate by her side.

“First of all, quit calling me by ‘Master’,” he demanded, glaring at her for a moment. “I consider us equals, and I can’t stand that term, anyway. Second of all, you’re not slaves in my house; if you insist on putting yourselves beneath me, you’re my pets.”

Taken aback, Amara’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened.

“Thank you…um, Nikki,” Dillon said, rising to his full height to join him on the couch. “We’ve never had a Master or Mistress as kind as you. We’ve always had typical, and even abusive, Masters and Mistresses, since the moment of our births.”

“How you got lucky enough to find one who allowed you to choose your own mates is beyond me, then,” he said.

“We were actually mated against our wills when I was sixteen, Amara fourteen,” he told him.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you two at least happy together now?” he asked curiously.

“Now that we’ve gotten to know and used to each other, yes,” he answered, nodding. “At first, things were…rocky, to say the least.”

“I remember clawing him every time he tried to come near me the first couple years,” Amara laughed.

“That fuckin’ hurt, too, my love.” Dillon growled at her playfully, but his ears were still upright, so they knew he wasn’t being serious.

“I’m glad that you’re happy now,” Nikki told them. “Feel free to make yourselves at home. However, I do have some requests.”

The female he’d brought home had a look on her face that said, “Oh, boy. Here we go.”

“Number one, if I bring a woman of my own home, don’t try to come in my room. I like my privacy when…mating as much as I’m sure you two do.” He chuckled at the expressions they wore. “Number two, do not, under any circumstances, use my bed for mating. There’s a guest room with a bed of its own that I don’t mind you using, but don’t use mine.”

“Those are easy enough to comply with,” Dillon told him.

“Number three is that if I’m busy with something for my band, don’t disturb me too much unless the cops are banging on the door, the house is burning down, or someone’s dying,” he continued. “Other than that, I can’t really think of anything that I don’t want you guys doing.”

Nodding their agreement, the two Nekos got up to start exploring their new home as he grabbed his guitar to work on some songs for Mötley Crüe. They were curious, like any normal domestic housecat, and wanted to familiarize themselves with their surroundings. They were surprised to find that their new Master’s home was as spacious as it was, but that meant more places for them to hide when feeling threatened or shy…or even romantic, for that matter.

Life for these two Nekos couldn’t get any better…unless they had a kitten of their own. They’d been trying for many years and were unsuccessful, either because Amara didn’t conceive, or she did and lost the kitten. They were beginning to lose hope, but still held onto a small thread so that they wouldn’t be completely dejected, especially since they were so young. Being only in their early twenties, they knew there was still time yet, so they held tight to their last little bit of hope. Maybe one of these days, especially in a nice environment, they’d be blessed with a sweet daughter or a rambunctious son, but only time would tell.

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