Thread: Slaves of the Beastfolk (PsionicCuttlefish & Feral.Desires)

Very good girl. Excellent. The leader's voice replied, and Elena could detect a noticeable tone of satisfaction or triumph in his voice. Alright, you, chain her up to the tree and put her to bed. He directed to another beastfolk who was obviously behind her, waiting for the command. Elena felt yet another hand on her shoulder that help haul her to her feet--but there was something a little different this time. It wasn't a forceful yank that left no question that it was a wordless command and resistance would not be tolerated, but it was a gentler pull, still very firm but slightly slower and smoother. Likewise, the hand directed Elena to walk in not such a jostling, shoving way, but more subtler nudges. Meanwhile, Elena could hear that the leader was still in earshot as he directed someone to remove a gag--he must be feeding Margo next, then. This was confirmed as a sniffling, hiccuping voice spoke out weakly. Th-this isn't r-real...th-is c-can't b-be hap-penning...I wan-na g-go ho-ome... This was met by a tired sigh from the leader. Yeah, and we sometimes get one like you every now and then...girl, if you think being taken cross-country for two days as a hostage isn't real, there's not much hope for you. I'm gonna give you one chance to say what you need to say and I'll feed you. Are you gonna go hungry again tonight? This was met with another minute of sniffling before Margo worked up the ability to speak again. P-p-please m-may I ha-ave some f-ood...sir-r... The leader was quick to reply with a reassuring tone of voice. There you go, good girl, now here's your food... The hand that had been directing Elena suddenly had her stop and stand where she was. A fe moments later, she felt the same iron collar fitted around her neck, with a clinking chain connecting the collar to a nearby tree trunk, ensuring the impossibility of escape. Like last night, there was a heavy flump-sound beside her, and she was made to take a step to the side onto the bedroll. Also unlike last time, she was not violently tripped to the ground, but insead a boot planted itself right behind Elena's feet as a hand firmly, yet gently pressed against her collarbone to make her lean back into another hand that was keeping her from falling, and Elena was slowly lowered to the ground onto the bedroll. After a pillow was fitted beneath her head and a blanket drawn over her, something else different happened the beastfolk who had put her to bed this time leaned into her ear and spoke to her softly. It was recognizable as one of the several bandit voices who spoke up from time to time, but without a name or a face to attach to it, there was little Elena could guess about it except maybe it belonged to a leaner man. You did good, swallowing your pride like that. That will serve you well in the days to come. The voice said crypticly to her, before she felt the presense of the man leave her. Shortly after, Margo was led over to be chained up as well, while Vivienne was fed. She cooperated with the minimum necessary words, kept a calm voice, and didn't say anything else, nor did she try to make waves. She was then put to bed nearby as well. Silence fell over the camp as the only sounds were the occasional footsteps around them. It hadn't been repeated this night, but it would be stupid to think that the 'no noise' rule from last night had been lifted. Still, sleep came a little easier for the other three girls, with full, warm bellies and without the shock of the first night of their situation.