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

She was once again woke into the cruel, dark nightmare that was her reality. Elena was reminded of what had happened and where she was. And poor Margo She sounded terrible. No doubt starving, thirsty and more exhausted than the rest of them. Other than the quiet sobs and the orders from the men, none of the other girls bothered to make a sound. Elena simply did as she was told for once. But when her arms were freed she let out a slow sigh of relief. They were sore, tender at the joints as the male maneuvered her limbs for her. The fur of the digits sliding along her skin caused involuntary goosebumps, but she held off from shivering. She loathed to admit that the fur actually felt nice. The thought earned a frown across her full lips that only deepened as her arms were returned to their sides. She shifted a bit on her feet, steadying her legs as the males around them finished getting themselves ready to leave. And once again she was placed, back against chest, of one of the bandits. And while they took off at a steady speed, it was nothing like what they had the day before. Elena wasnt stupid. They had to get away from the sight where the girls were taken from as quickly as possible. Guards were likely being rushed out, dogs scouring the area for trails of their scents. But the bandits had a little over a day on them The hope for a rescue was fading with the distance their horses left behind. Even with the blindfold on, Elena kept her eyes closed. She couldnt have even begun to guess where they were headed. Any difference in the terrain didnt exactly help her. There were plenty of areas to both the north and the west that became mountains or full of hills. Regardless, she was more than fine when they came to the final stop for the evening. Be it from nerves or the rush of air through the day, the girls were almost as tired as the horses who had been doing all of the work. And just like before each girl was placed on her knees, next to one another. Except this time they were left alone for a little longer than the previous night. The men were busy with setting up still and she felt the smallest hints of a fire before long. It was a pleasant break to the cooler night air. A little while later it hit her. Through the scent of the burning wood of the fire was the distinct smell of food real food. Though her mouth was closed, Elena could feel it begin to moisten her palette. All the girls did, Margo whined softly behind her gag. There wasnt going to be another protest out of her tonight, they all knew. They hadnt any real food in almost two days. Dried meats and a few bites of bread did nothing to sate a hunger like that. And not long after it was confirmed That familiar voice finally peaking up above the others. Each girl listened carefully, Elena included. Meat vegetables fruit and all they had to do was ask nicely? One would imagine it as a simple enough task. But for ladies of their social status they never really had to ask for much before. To do so with adding sir to the end was insulting, placing himself above them. But the pain in Elenas stomach didnt care. Neither did Christines as it came about. She obeyed like a prized pet and then rewarded for doing so. Instilling further that obedience was not met with any punishment. All they had to do was swallow their pride. Elena could feel him in front of her, her eyes opened beneath the blindfold. He would see the tension in her shoulders fall a bit followed by the softest of sighs as she fought her reluctance down. Nodding quietly in response to his question however much it annoyed her. And finally, Elenas soft voice flowed from her parted lips,Please may I have some food, sir..?