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

Dimo watched with satisfaction as Elena's eyes dropped submissively, and she said the necessary words, cementing her position for the moment. It was all part of the campwide regimen all the male beastfolk knew how to administer to the girls as taught to them by Jatter make them beg, plead, and lower themselves with their own words, and once they said it enough times, they'd start to believe it. No matter how strong the individual will, all it took was time. As far as Dimo was concerened, this exoticly green-eyed girl was off to a good start. The wolf-man took the second untouched bowl off the table and lowered it to the ground in front of Elena, though he stopped just before letting gow of it. Now here ya go...and don't you forget what to say next 'Thank you, master '. Dimo added pointedly, and then he let go of the bowl. He then leaned back up in his own seat, and regarded how Elena looked to be getting a little 'green around the gills'. Just calm down girl. Don't think about it. Just look at that warm soup in front of you, think about that. You don't even have to eat it all, just eat what you can. You just can't use your hands though, and don't worry about getting some mess on your face. Dimo resumed his own half-finished bowl of soup, but now he was keeping one eye on Elena, monitoring her progress. Once Dimo had finished his meal, and had judged Elena had enough of hers, he placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her towards him--firmly, but not forcefully--and pulled out a cloth from one of his pockets, which he then used to wipe off the soup Elena had inevitably gotten on her face. He did it quickly in only a few long strokes, seemingly trying not to dwell on the degrading act for Elena's own benefit. With that done, he left the bowls on the table and guided Elena out of the mess hall and through the small 'village' once more. It didn't take long to figure out what the destination was Dimo was directing Elena straight at the largest building in the village, the only one with more than one story, of which this one had two. Whereas all other buildings in the village were all wood, this one combined stone and wood seemingly as reinforcement. It was also plainly visible that it had few windows, and of the few it did have, they were grated with iron bars. Dimo brought her to the large front double-doors, and led her inside. Dimo took her through a long hallway that had many doors and several branching paths, making the place seem almost like an inn, or a barracks. But it was only too obvious what this building was for while most of the doors were open, feminine gasps, moans, and cries along with masculine grunts and roars could be heard behind the closed ones. There were a few beastfolk in the hallways, looking like patrolling guards if anything. Dimo took Elena up a flight of stairs to the second floor, and all the unmistakable sounds of sex faded away as Dimo led Elena into an unoccupied room as he nodded to a guard in the hallway. Breakin' in one of the new batch. Dimo lit a lamp and hung it in the corner of the room as the door closed behind Dimo, which was then followed with the finality of a metal lock clicking home from the outside, effectively sealing Elena's fate. The room was somewhat spartanly decorated, yet with a sturdy-looking bed with a nice fur mattress being the obvious main feature. There was a closed wooden box at the front of the bed, two chairs around the room, and a couple shelves, but other than all that it was mostly empty. Dimo stood in front of the door with his arms folded over his chest as he regarded the girl in the center of the room. Her looking more ill than defiant or truly submissive had piqued the smallest dredges of sympathy for her situation in him. But only the smallest. ...Alright, little girl. Dimo finally said. Not really any point delayin' this, but, really. It's not gonna be as bad as you think. You'll get used to it after the first coupla' times, if not now. Fuckin' and gettin' fucked feels good, but I'm guessin' you don't know that yet. Now, I know I look like a rough beast, and yes, I can be when I want to be. But, I promise you, I can be gentle, too. I can take this as nice, easy, slow, and soft as you could want. I can really make it feel good for you. But... Dimo uncrossed one of his arms, which trailed down to his trousers. You gotta prove you deserve that. With practiced motions, Dimo undid his pants, and released what made him a man. His cock sprung forward, an impressive vulgar instrument to the refined and proper Elena. It was already fully erect, bright red, knotted with veins, and bulged like a small balloon at the base with two furry orbs hanging below it. Put that pretty mouth of yours right here, and don't stop till I say. Dimo ordered. ...Or not, and then I get to have fun . Your choice, girl.