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

Dawn reached Elena in the peaceful form of warm rays of sunshine that crawled across her face, allowing her to wake up at her own pace rather than a beastfolk rousing her. And without being tied to her sides and being allowed to rest normally, her arms felt much better. As Elena came around to conciousness and took stock of her surroundings, she saw that Dimo was fully dressed and sitting in a chair next to the doorway while snoozing--not actually asleep, just dozed off, apparently waiting for Elena to wake herself up, because as she began to shift under her blanket, the wolfman blinked and looked up. Mm. Finally awake, are you? Good. Hope ye got plenty of rest. Today's your big day. Gonna get you some breakfast, n'then...the real fun begins. He stood up and walked over to Elena and produced a key, which he used to unlock her collar that bound her to the bedpost. He then helped her too her feet and rested a hand on her shoulder--one that did not grip her forcefully, bit did give her a cautionary squeeze--and without binding her arms, led her out of the shack into the morning village. The sun had already risen about halfway to the top of the sky, and the beastfolk were out and about, doing mostly normal village things chopping wood, making tools, chatting, and other normal activities. Elena could smell the scent of warm food in the air, and she found that Dimo was steering her towards it. A mess hall of sorts came into view a large open-sided building with many benches and tables inside, where some beastfolk--and human girls--were milling about. But as they got closer, Elena also heard a new sound a feminine moaning, crying sound. There was a line of beastfolk in the middle of the 'street' not too far from the mess hall. Gettting closer, Elena could then see where the line ended, and in fact there were -two- lines on either side meeting in the middle...and in the middle was a woman lying belly-down on a cusioned, wooden stand. She was getting reamed . The two lines ended with one beastfolk in front of her and one behind her, and they were clearly fucking her, shamelessly and publicly, with the beastfolk in front of her ramming his cock into her face and down her throat, and the one behind her sinking himself between her legs. Even from a distance, Elena could see splashes of white all around her, and it was painfully obvious what the beastfolk waiting in line were for. And yet, despite the very public gangbang, the attitude wasn't like the woman was being punished...or, in fact, that she didn't like it. She wasn't tied down or bound in any way, and with the manner that her head bobbed and her hips bucked...her moaning, escaping even with the cock filling her mouth, was that of a wanton whore. Even depsite the woman clearly being 'open for all', beastfolk weren't exactly rushing to get in line. Indeed, the majority who walked by just glanced, grinned or chuckled, and kept going as if it were entirely normal, while only a few decided to get into line themselves. Meanwhile, Dimo himself chuckled slightly at the spectacle, then noticed Elena's gaze at it. Dun worry, girl. That's not gonna happen to you, not unless you do somethin' really bad...or 'uh course, ya ask for it. At that moment, the beastfolk who was bucking between the woman's legs threw his head back and howled, obviously reaching his finish as the woman likewise screamed around the obstruction in her throat...and then the beastfolk pulled out and quickly moved out of the way, and the man behind him whipped out his own manhood and wasted no time in taking his predecessor's place. Without further delay, Dimo led Elena into the mess hall. Most of the benches were empty, as it actually seemed breakfast was winding down, but there were still some people around. Elena noted that there was actually one or two girls sitting at a bench and eating with the beastfolk, though as Dimo led Elena through the benches, she saw that a lot more were kneeled down on the ground...and eating from a bowl on the ground at the side of another beastfolk. It was also at this point Elena might have noticed something else about all the girls in the camp every one was wearing a collar--not a metal one, but a leather one, more like an accessory than a means of control, and each one seemed different. Dimo got to the cook's stewpots and got himself two bowls of soup, then took Elena to one of the unoccupied benches. Without words, he insistently made Elena kneel on the ground beside the bench, and then sat down at it himself, and started eating casually. Despite his attention being taken a bit off Elena, she noted there were several beastfolk in the mess hall just standing around watchfully with folded arms--and one of them narrowed his eyes at Elena when she was made to kneel unbound, indicating she -was- being watched. When Dimo was about halfway through his bowl of soup, he looked to the side down at Elena. ...So. Does the s'pposedly smart girl want some breakfast before she has her firs' time, eh? All ya gotta say is 'Please, may I have some food... master '. Dimo allowed a grin to slightly touch his face, as he prepared himself for whatever reaction Elena might have.