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

With her sight slowly but surely returning to her, Elena took to looking about the area. There were others walking about, not seeming to pay any mind to the girls that had just arrived and carrying on their own business instead. It was odd to see so many Beastfolk Hell, it was odd to see them at all! Then then there were humans too, women around or older than Elena and her friends. Some pregnant, even. Her cheeks suddenly turned red. No, it couldnt be. Surely it was some coincidence. But how could they possibly take an expecting young woman hostage like this? Away from her husband and family. Even the Beastfolk had to have some sort of compassion and morale. ..right? Snapping her from her thoughts, however, the male that stood before her gained their attentions. He had features like a fox, rough and scarred with predatory amber eyes that seemed intent on each and every one of them at a time before taking them in as a whole. There was an obvious air of autonomy around him, just by reading his body language. Similarly, the girls studied him as he had them, although it was easy to tell who was more curious versus the ones that were still frightened. The silence remained heavy around them save for the outside noise of others moving about and talking with one another far enough away as to not interrupt Jatters welcome speech. As the girls listened intently, their expressions slowly began to change. Disbelief. Disgust. Anger. Fear. Confusion. All of these things in varied stages upon their faces. What he was saying was completely abhorrent! They had been torn from home, dragged away from comfort, transported miles away to some unknown location, just to have this information dropped on them. It occurred to her then that those women with pregnant bellies were not taken from their homes in that state They were in that state because of the males here. Elena suddenly felt nauseated from the shock. Those women carried the young of a Beastfolk and they looked happy There werent even words to describe what she and the other three were going through right then. Not that she would have the opportunity to speak her mind. And though Jatters words, rules and warnings lingered in her ears, it had all happened so quickly. Next thing she knew she was being guided away. Elena! Margo cried out to her, she turned her head, they were being separated. A rule of thumb to keep them from conspiring with one another at the very least but also for them to become less dependent between themselves, and more used to the presence of the males they would service beginning tomorrow. They were left with nothing but the knowledge of their future their whole lives turned upside down. Keep moving, girl. The voice of the male behind her stated with an impatient nudge to her shoulder. She looked up to him, he bore the dark face of a wolf, slightly grayed around his muzzle and bright yellow eyes. Dont look like that, eh. He gruffed out at her expression quite visibly upset. Your friends are gonna be jus fine. As long as they behave same goes for you. He reminded her. They arrived at a wooden cabin, making their way around back they were greeted by what looked to be a large barrel underneath some iron contraption glowing with the warmth of coals beneath. It was their version of a warm bath. Well, lets get you outta this. Aint no need for anything fancy. Just gonna have it taken off anyway. He sneered at her, knowing the very thought ate at her nerves. As did the thought of undressing in front of a man. Beastfolk or not. Imma free your arms, I dont think well have a problem You are the smart one after all. He chuckled as he began to untie her arms. Elena could barely lift them on her own, let alone try to fend him off somehow. After a few momets, Dimo growled, impatient,Cmon girl, aint got all evening. Take it off, or Ill do it for you. He brandished the tips of his claws and Elena frowned. Relenting finally. Piece by piece was shed until she stood completely bare at the side of the bath. Like most of the women they retrieved from the wealthy families, she was supple. Full breasts and a proportionate curve to her hips that just stoked thoughts of child bearing. Obviously more healthy than your average peasant, a fine, crme complexion to match those stunning eyes. Dimo was actually considering taking her for himself come tomorrow, he had a feeling shed struggle and he liked that. He helped her in, providing a rough sort of clay-soap for her to wash with. Elena complied only because the water felt so damn inviting. Dipping her head beneath the surface, completely submerging herself as she scrubbed her hair clean. As terrible of a situation as it was, there was a tiny sense of relief to feeling clean for the first time in days. All of the girls at different parts of the village were receiving the same treatment. Once finished their baths, they were brought inside, dried and given a simple cotton gown to help battle the chill, their old clothes disposed of indefinitely. Dimo watched over her as she ate a warm stew similar to the one they had the night before, with a bit of black bread, wild berries and fresh water. By the time everything was all said and done, the sun had set. And just as they had the night before, the girls would find themselves collared and connected to the thick oak of a bed post, a bed roll left on the floor for them next to the bed that belonged to the male currently responsible for her. The more rest you get, the better itll be tomorrow. n dont try anything funny, girl. Ill be keeping a good eye on you, growling deeply as he covered her with the blanket. Leaving her to silence and the soft crackle of the coals in the hearth it was obvious he hadnt gone far, seating himself outside to keep watch.