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

As Elena and the other girls blinked and squinted and their eyes adjusted to being used for the first time in days, the world around them took proper shape as the blurriness cleared away. All the moving shapes in the background resolved into beastfolk of various species, mostly canid-men and felid-men, all dressed in various outdoorstrail attire. And they were indeed all men, there wasn't a female beastfolk to be seen anywhere. And yet, as the scene continued to clear up, lighter shapes resolved into humanoids as well actual humans. There was the occasional human walking among the beastfolk...and they were all female. Shockingly, several of the women who walked by at the side of a beastfolk had rounded bellies, in various stages of pregnancy. The beastfolk bandits captured pregnant women? But then, the figure in front of the four girls stepped forward, bringing their attention to him Jatter, the leader. Of course, he was a beatfolk himself, but specifically he looked like a fox, with rust-red fur. it was hard to tell with a beastfolk, but he looked to be middle-aged, yet he still was somewhat leanly built, but also had well-defined muscles, especially showed off by the fact his outfit had no sleeves. A few small scars, a few straight and a few ragged, shone on his arms through his fur, bespeaking quite a violent past...that he had survived. He was dressed in rugged brown leathers and had a sword with sheath buckled to his hip, and what looked like a couple small knife handles poking out of various pockets in his outfit. His own eyes were a sort of orangish gold-red, but his most striking facial feature was a thin, clean scar that cut straight up the left side of his muzzle. Most of all, however, his arms were folded high on his chest, and he carried his head high with obvious confidence and authority. Jatter examined the girls before him. It had been a few minutes, and by carefully watching their eyes, he noted that their vision had mostly returned to them by now. Of interest, he saw that the girl to the far left of him--the 'smart' one--had very pretty green eyes, in contrast to the plainer brown of the other three. She'd be quite prized among his camp for that, and he mentally wagered with himself which of his accomplices on the raid would take her first. Speaking of which, he finally opened his mouth again to speak to the four girls, launching into a speech that would define their lives from this point forth, a practiced speech he had given many times before. Now that you're fully alert and attentive, it's high time I explained a few things to you girls. And after the days of travel we've had of keeping you in the dark, that time has passed. I'm not gonna sugar-coat what I'm about to say, I'm gonna give it to you straight and true. The first is that whatever your old life was, it is over now. With us, you will begin your new life... He paused and rolled his shoulders. As slaves. Specifically, of the sexual kind. Concubines. Pleasure-girls. Comfort women. Bedwarmers. Take your pick. Your bodies belong to us now. Your purpose is our pleasure. Starting tomorrow, every male in this camp can do whatever they want with you, whenever they want with you. That said, as you've learned already, if you behave yourselves and cooperate, I can personally promise no one will be too rough with you. But if you misbehave...well, actually, we rather look forward to that. Jatter grinned a toothy, animalistic grin. See, if you put up a fight, that's actually makes it even more fun for us, because then we can be rowdy and rough. We won't even really bother with any actual 'punishment' if you try to resist while you're here. We'd rather not any harm come to our prizes, after all. That's actually half the reason why I said starting tomorrow. Today, you are tired, aching, and dirty. Today you will be washed, fed, and rested to be restored for tomorrow. Whether you fight back or not, we like a participant rather than just a limp piece of meat. But again, if you do cooperate, you'll be better treated...and one way or another, you'll come to at least accept, if not enjoy, your new life. Every one before you has even if they put up a fight in the beginning, and most of them do enjoy it now. That said, there are a few things we will punish you for... He spread his arms wide and looked around, gesturing to the peaks of mountains that arose from the tree canopy on both sides of the cleared 'village'. If you're exceptionally well-versed in geography, you might know which mountain range this is, but I know that none of you are actually familiar with this place, as humans don't travel this direction and it's outside the nearest kingdom's borders anyway. You were blindfolded for the trip here so that you cannot possibly have any idea how to get back to where you came from. Now, you might also note there's no fence around this village, though everyone here is a guard. If you're clever enough, you might even be able to sneak out. Wouldn't be the first to do so, either. But where will you go? You don't know this terrain. You don't know how to survive here. This range is trecherous and unstable with rockslides, large predators prowl from the peaks to the base, and many of the native plants are toxic to you. You might find a cave or creek to hide in, but I assure you we know this land. We're familiar with every inch of it. If you escape into the mountains and try to hide, we will find you. There's no place you can hide that we won't know about. Still, I tell you all this because this is one thing we will punish you for. It is very annoying when we have to waste time to track one of you down, and we'll be very pissed off when we find you. And the second big rule...starting tomorrow as well, you will refer to every male in this camp as 'master' and nothing else, unless one of us gives you something specific to refer to them by. And that's about it for now. Anything else you need to learn, you'll pick up as you go. For now, off to the baths with you. Jatter then nodded to the beastfolk group who had been standing behind the four girls, who then stepped forward and placed a hand on the shoulder of each girl to prepare to steer them away. By this time, Margo looked like she was about to burst into tears again, Vivienne had gone pale and her mouth was a thin flat line, and Christine just stared at the ground, though it almost seemed like she was nodding.