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

She hadnt quite remembered when shed fallen asleep, but it was some time before Dimo had returned from his being outside. Out of the nights spent as the beastfolks captives, this was like the one she had been able to sleep the most deeply. With her arms freed she had plenty range for motion and curled herself on her side, hugging tight to the blanket over her. It was the warmth of the sun that stirred her awake, much to her own delirious surprise after days of being jolted awake by claw-tipped hands. Elena shifted, fingers touching the skin-warmed metal around her neck as a brief reminder to where she was still. With her green eyes beginning to focus on the cabin wall, Dimo spoke to her. There was a frown on her lips as he knew there would be. What he called fun was terribly loathsome. And while he may enjoy it, Elena was haunted by the heaviness of dread with each passing moment. She sat up, brushing her raven tresses from her face as he walked over to her. Holding still then, but eyes averted elsewhere as he reached to undo the collar. He helped her up, the cotton fabric having bunched around her upper thighs falling back down as she brushed it out, nervousness obvious in her movements. With his hand on her shoulder then he guided her outside. Elena blinked, wincing at the brightness of the sun while she walked. Her eyes finally able to take in the village for what it was. Everything seemed normal save for its citizens, but even their behavior was that of commoners, simple folk. But then there were the girls, some clothed, others naked some pregnant. Elena couldnt believe this was happening. She didnt want to wind up like that. This was seemingly no different than being wed off to a man that she barely knew and forced to carry his children if given the choice, Elena may begrudgingly have chosen to be kidnapped But still, she wanted for neither. What she saw next only solidified that opinion. Those soft, muffled cries touching her ears as Dimo led her by the small crowd. Elenas eyes went wide at the sight before her. Mouth dry and face paled as she watched the woman accept two men at once. In public! Dimos voice startled her, assuring that she would not be put on display for use in such a in her opinion despicable manner. And for all her anxiety she jumped when the male to their side howled his pleasure. Elenas lower lip twitched, she was completely speechless as another came up and took the first males place. At that point, the girl closed her eyes, led away none too soon by Dimos hand. She kept her eyes on the ground from that point on, fearing any other heinous displays. Occasionally beginning to look up, but only to the few girls scattered with the beastfolk as they ate. Each one seemed calm, quiet, content even the ones on the floor. All of them collared like hounds! Though she only briefly noticed the minor differences in each womans before she looked away again. Even the smell of the warm food could not gain Elenas attention then. The idea of eating actually made her feel sick after what she had just witnessed. And like a combination of overwhelming emotions compiled over the last several days. Still, she silently walked with Dimo as he retrieved two bowls of food and over to a bench. He stopped her from sitting down and urged her to the ground like some of the other girls had been. Her tense muscles were reluctant to obey, but she did so regardless. Green eyes looking up at the wolf as he sat and from one of the bowls and seemingly ignoring her from then on. Her hands rested on her lap, fingers picking at the dark fabric at her thighs. Elenas shoulders tensing visibly when he asked if she wanted breakfast mentioning about her first time. She wanted desperately to just disappear right then and there. Her brow furrowed in frustration, she clearly didnt want to eat and she sure as hell didnt want to ask and call him Master Although Jatter had already taken the liberty of instilling the potential for consequences with disobedience while on their way home. And for fear of ultimately winding up like the woman a dozen yards away she answered. Please, may I have some food Master. Her voice was soft, reluctant and she didnt raise her eyes to his. It was unlikely that she would even bother to eat much, not because of some sort of stubbornness, but simply noted by the still sickened, pale look on her features.