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Slaves of the Beastfolk (PsionicCuttlefish & Feral.Desires)

When he spoke, Elena felt a mild sense of relief. She had pleased him… at least enough to warrant his not hurting her to get what he wanted. The feeling was bitter sweet. She knew what was next and her eyes closed at the horrifying realization while he pulled her away from his length. Her cheeks only continued to darken in color the more he spoke. Some sort of obscene compliment worked in there. How could one have a natural talent for something so humiliating? Elena didn’t want to be a champion anything... all she wanted was to be home and away from this nightmare.

She looked up to him while her mind attempted to wrap around what she had just done. He let go of her and directed her to the bed. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest that she thought it may break right out. Elena was drenched with anxiety and nervousness. Yet she nodded silently and stood on shaky legs. The short walk to the bed felt like an eternity. Everything moved at a faster pace around her and she was stuck in some awful reality. Her hands touching the softness of the furred duvet as she pulled herself up onto it.

Elena sat on the edge, scooting back. The piece of furniture looked as though it could fit two or three people comfortably. With a deep breath, she laid herself down. Tear filled eyes pinned to the ceiling. Her breasts rising and falling with every breath, nipples surprisingly hard and straining against the fabric of the short gown. Elena’s body was reacting to its current situation. The stress and anxiety of it forcing different emotional and hormonal adjustments. Unbeknownst to her the faintest wetness had even begun to form along the small, virgin folds nestled between her tightly closed thighs. Her fingers clenched and released the cover beneath her as she lay in wait for the wolfish male.
 
Dimo continued to watch Elena with hawklike eyes as she stood up and made her way to the bed, and he shook his head slightly. She was shaking like a leaf, and appeared to be on the verge of hyperventilating and passing out. Virtually every girl they had caught went through this initial phase anyway, most of them got over the worst of it after their first time (as well as not being able to get over it until then). Even so, she managed to reach the bed and lie down on it as instructed without incident. Not entirely to his surprise, on the other hand, he began to scent the faint whiff of female arousal. Good, her body already knew what to do. As planned.

Dimo then bent down and unbuckled both of his boots, and tugged one after the other off his feet and tossed them into a corner. His pants followed after he let them drop from his waist. Finally, he crossed his arms in front of himself, grabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands, and lifted it off in one motion and tossed it away as well. The wolf-man was left standing and fully naked in the room. If Elena dared to look at him instead of the ceiling to see his entire body in all its glory, she would see that though he wasn't as big and burly as some of the guards she'd seen, he was still fairly broad-shouldered and had a strong working man's muscle tone visible even under his fur, a fine specimen of masculinity. He had a few scars along his body as well, but they had been mostly hidden under his clothes, and were nowhere near as extensive as Jatter's had been even when Jatter had been fully clothed.

Without further delay, Dimo stepped towards the bed, and when he reached it, he reached over and crawled over top of Elena and propped his body up with his arms and legs, straddling her and trapping her with his bulk and size compared to her despite that he hadn't touched her yet. "Girl..." He started to say to her as he looked into her tear-brimming eyes. "Relaaaaaaaaaaax." He put his muzzle up to her neck and breathed the drawn-out word hotly onto her skin. "You don't have to do anything now except lie back and enjoy it...the calmer you are, the better it will feel." He spoke as he nuzzled his face into the side of her neck, and used his opposite (left) hand to grab and 'comfortingly' squeeze and rub her opposite shoulder over the gown she wore. "You seem new to this, but your body knows its instincts, it will know what it wants, an' what feels good..." He let go of her shoulder, and the same hand then traveled down to Elena's waist, where it slipped underneath her gown. Dimo then slowly ran his warm, furry hand across Elena's flesh (while he continued to nuzzle her neck); from her stomach, between her breasts, and up to her neck while underneath her gown. With a small motion, he then lifted up her gown until it was rolled up to her armpits and resting above her breasts, leaving the majority of her body exposed to him. Amusedly, he noted that her nipples were already perked up.

Dimo then lifted his face from her neck and looked back into her eyes. "Alright...now, let's get you all nice and ready." Using the same left hand, Dimo slowly, deliberately reached down towards the most precious part of Elena's body. She then felt his unseen fingertip firmly rub into her slit. "Oooh, you're already wet down here," Even though Dimo knew that already, "your body does know what it wants already. Good..." She then felt his questing fingertip press inside her a little bit, only to be met by a soft resistance. "Just as I thought, this is your first time...you're in for a treat girl, you don't know what you've been missing." Elena then suddenly felt Dimo's thumb find her small, sensitive little button perched at the top of her slit, and the man's digit then began to firmly rub into the erogenous point with intent. Dimo wondered how naive she was about that. At the same time, his head dipped down to her chest and he stuck out his tongue--wide, flat, and quite flexible, like a wolf or dog's--and began lapping at one of Elena's nipples, while his right hand trailed up to once again hold and stroke the top of Elena's head. Dimo continued all three actions simultaneously, with the goal of making the girl underneath him climax whether she wanted it or not.
 
As she lay there, Elena thought momentarily to her friends. She wondered if they were doing the same thing as she was now… It was unlikely that they weren’t. The cries that she had heard walking in could very well have been their own. All she could hope for is that they could swallow their pride enough to make it a bit easier on themselves. She could hear the rustle of movement from Dimo as he stripped. Distracting her from her thoughts so that she may look upon him for the briefest of seconds.

Out of the corner of her eye she witnessed the wolf remove his shirt, leaving him completely naked before her. Even from a human perspective he was a lovely example for his gender. It was strange to think of him as ‘attractive’ and Elena didn’t think she was supposed to. Quickly closing her eyes, she opened them back up to focus once more on the ceiling as he approached. They shifted only when his weight was added to the mattress. With him hovering over her, it was impossible not to find herself looking directly to him.

Elena’s whole body tensed up as he leaned down. His breath hot on her skin as he told her to calm down. Gooseflesh ran up her arms and legs and she shivered underneath him. What she hadn’t expected was the press of his muzzle against her throat. He nuzzled her affectionately as if trying to comfort her. The way he spoke mirroring how he touched her, soft, warm, encouraging. Whether she continued to tremble because of her apprehension or from his ministration, it wasn’t quite clear. Elena finally closed her eyes once more, the remnants of tears pressing down the corners of her eyes and rolling over her flushed skin as he slid his paw-like hand beneath her gown.

She drew her thighs tighter together, expecting him to seek her untouched sex first. Instead he moved upward, pulling the fabric with him to bunch over her breasts and beneath both arms. He exposed the majority of her supple body for his inspection. Unlike him she was soft, well curved and proportional. Her privileged life allowed her to avoid most hard labor, yet kept her fit and the swell of her hips being a perfect indicator to her potential for child bearing. She had a crème complexion that flushed warmly given the situation, darkening her features just a tad with her embarrassment. An innocence that was only highlighted by the way she bit nervously on her lower lip.

Elena whimpered quietly as he slipped his hand between her legs. Her mound was dusted in a small, fine patch of dark hair, her slit bare, gently pinked and glistening with the beginnings of her arousal. And as he touched her, commenting on the slight wetness, the girl squirmed uneasily. Of course she had never had a man or anyone touch her there before. …It was on occasion though that she would indulge herself. Like any young man or woman, the upset of hormones was enough to drive anyone crazy. In the bath one night, Elena discovered the pleasures of self-release. She wouldn’t dare speak of such a sinfully decadent act, but she would roll her fingertips along the jewel hidden beneath its hood until she quivered and moaned her pleasures into the empty room.

Never once had she penetrated herself though. So when he slipped his digit down and pressed slightly inward, her eyes shot open. Those full lips were parted with a silent protest before he withdrew. Her maidenhead was intact and he seemed pleased about it. Ensuring her that she would enjoy this all the more. Then he began to rub her. Elena gasped, gripping tighter to the cover. Little jolts, like lightning, moved through her body. He could feel the tension in her thighs begin to lessen the longer he did so. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she attempted to restrain the tiny moans threatening the air around them.

Was it really much different than what she had done to herself..? No. But she wasn’t supposed to enjoy any of this. As soon as his tongue (the shape of which vastly differed from that of a human) met with the sensitive, pink flesh of her nipple though, he stole a moan from those pretty lips. Elena had never explored the wonders of her breasts, how her nipples reacted to the stimulation of touch and pleasure. The dual assault almost too much for her young, nubile body. Every amazing sensation pooled heavily in her lower belly and it only continued to grow the longer he continued.

Dimo had moved from one breast to the other. Changing the motion of his finger tip up and occasionally rolling his others along the puffy, wet skin of her labia. What felt like forever were really just several long, agonizing minutes of this torture. Elena had moved her legs apart just a bit as her body succumbed naturally to his attentions. The fur of his fingers completely stained with her juices and her skin taking on a hotter, more welcoming look. Her breaths were short, precise gasps of air and she knew what was going to happen. Just as the male began to nip and suckle at her left nipple for a third time, Elena’s form tensed and shivered.

She erupted in a small cry, trying to restrain herself from being too loud. (How else would she have gotten away with orgasming undetected in the past?) Dimo could feel her hips bucking slightly against his hand, ever wanting of that increased stimulation that brought her to such beautiful heights. Her cry turned to soft whines, those pleasure-glazed emeralds opening up to look lazily to him. There was embarrassment and disbelief on her features, her blush practically glowing in the fire light. As convinced as she was that she didn’t want this to happen, it offered little resistance in finding some perverse pleasure in being touched like that by another for the first time. Just as any female, her instincts equipped her well for preparing for things such as mating; regardless of her thoughts on the subject.
 
As Dimo used his mouth to visit pleasures on the peaks of Elena's breasts, he occasionally flicked his eyes up to look into Elena's face that stared up into nothing, savoring all the little emotions that flitted across her visage. Surprise. Confusion. Guilt. Suppressed arousal. But not so much fear, no...not so much fear anymore. Perfect. He also noticed how she seemed to be trying to keep quiet, seemingly out of habit, and concluded that she likely had discovered this kind of pleasure before. It probably wouldn't be hard, but he knew the girl had to be broken out of that habit sooner or later. There was hardly a male in the entire camp who liked their females silent.

Soon enough, he heard Elena's breaths get shorter and shorter as her body began to tense up. Finally, she let out a restrained little wail as her hips unconciously bucked into his pleasure-giving hand, which was also softly drenched with her juices. With satisfaction, Dimo noted how despite how all her expressions and body language had communicated protest at her situation up until now, that her thighs had spread themselves a little bit for him while he had been rubbing her off. Very excellent, her body was already betraying her. Now, he had to convince her that it hadn't really been betrayal, but what she really wanted all along. He lifted his head to look down into her face again, and saw her glazed eyes looking back up into his own. He grinned again. That shouldn't be too hard either.

"There ya go, girl..." He softly growled to her. "Not so bad at all, huh? And I heard you, it sounded like you were tryin' to stay quiet...don't do that, sweet thing, there's no reason for that. It's good and normal and natural, don't think anyone's going to hear you, or care if they did. I want to hear you...but anyway, tell me, how did that feel to you?" Dimo asked, speaking sweetly and deeply, before he then put a finger over her lips to shush her before she could respond. "No no...you look a little unsure of yourself...maybe it was a fluke, or maybe it was so new, you still don't recognize what your body is telling you, what your body knows is right..." Dimo grinned even wider, showing off every one of his wolf teeth to Elena. "...how about we try that again, just to make sure, huh?"

And then, Elena found her lips captured by Dimo's own as his strong jaw and mouth worked onto hers. That long, flexible tongue that had given bliss to her breasts now shoved its way inside Elena's mouth to wrestler with her own tongue, pushing it around playfully. At the same time, his hand renewed its vigil on Elena's clitoris and slit, rubbing much harder and more firmly than before as his other fingers pushed inside of her slightly and began to feel around; not breaking her maidenhood yet, but pushing just enough to feel it and tease it. Dimo had also lowered his body to let his weight pin Elena down as he moved his whole body to rub along hers. Elena was trapped and completely engulfed in a world of decadently comfortable fur, with the mattress beneath her and the beastfolk's warm, muscled body above her.

Dimo broke the kiss and returned his mouth to lavishing attention on her breasts, but much more energetically and less focused than before as he licked all around her fleshy orbs and even up to her neck. His other hand also moved around her body, massaging from her stomach, to her side, to also squeeze and grip her breasts as his mouth did its work as well, all the while with his thumb tormenting her clit even harder than before while his fingers repeatedly pressed against her virginity without penetrating it. Under this second, more intense assault, it was only another few minutes until he dragged Elena to her second climax whether she wanted it or not. Once he had gotten her to squeal in orgasm once more, he lifted his weight off of her and brought his female-honey-soaked hand up from her mound. He looked at his wet hand for a moment, before he stuck a few fingers into his mouth and slurped noisily at it, moaning slightly at the sweetness of Elena's pleasure. "Mmmmm...dunno why, but virgins always...taste a little different...I'd love to stick my tongue inside you down there, but another part of me wants to be inside you more..." He stated, it being quite obvious as to what he was referring to. "But first..." He turned his head and looked down into Elena again. "Tell me..." With his dry right hand, he reached up again to hold Elena's head by the back of her neck firmly. "And be honest..." He moved his eyes closer to hers, his piercing yellow circles staring hard into Elena's deep green gems. "Tell me how that felt."
 
She was breathing, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes focused deliriously up at the ceiling as she made some attempt at regaining her composure. But her line of sight was quite purposefully blocked by the dark furred male that leaned over her, purring encouragement to her from that sinful maw. Elena felt as if she wanted to burst into tears. She was so confused. These men took her from her life! Her family! They wound up in God only knows where and now she, and the others, were being violated ...and Elena had enjoyed it...

Her lips parted to answer him, eyes widening when he stopped her from doing so. Of course she was going to deny it all... She whimpered when he moved to begin touching her again. The softest "No's" leaving her lips before his own was pressed upon them. An awkward form of a passionate kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, swirling around her own, tasting one another. A surprised moan escaped her into his hungry muzzle. Elena was left practically breathless with his renewed vigor upon her virgin sex. She was so much more sensitive after her initial orgasm. Her skin radiating warmth, puffy and wet and ever so receptive to his touch. The girl's whole body quivered uncontrollably.

Dimo could feel her whole body tense as he teased her entrance. The break in their kiss allowing a nervous cry to touch his ears. Oh, but it was silenced with the sweep of his tongue. She especially seemed to enjoy the attention to her neck and throat. Unconsciously remembering what he had said about being quiet... Although she wasn't much louder. Not until she was over taken by the second orgasm. Once again left a panting, slightly sweaty mess beneath him. Her skin prickled by both coarse and soft fur beneath and atop of her. All of these sensations so new... So horribly wonderful.

Her green eyes opened to witness him licking her juices from his hand. A scene that made her lips part in awe. The girl's blush unable to get any hotter than it was with his comment. Her stomach twisting with anxiety at what was to come. She couldn't even look away. He held her still, her eyes captured by the predatory vibrancy of his. Elena shivered, goose bumps moving over her arms and down her legs. How did it feel..? Her teeth met with her lower lip as she fought for the words. "I... It felt..." she whispered and she drew a soft breath. "...amazing." Elena felt ashamed for admitting that, but she knew she couldn't lie. Not after she had just orgasmed all over his hand... Twice. That didn't mean she was any less intimidated by what was ultimately going to happen.
 
An eyebrow ever so slightly quivered at Elena's half-breathless answer. 'Amazing'. Not some noncommittal minumum-response necessary 'good' or 'fine', or outright denial...but an admitted 'amazing'. Dimo was, of course, only too happy at how quickly she was giving in. And while he certainly loved the girls who had been fucked many times to have extensive experience to properly please a man, he liked the sexy, fiery blush only seen on innocent virgins as well for different reasons. Dimo let go of the back of Elena's neck and started to softly stroke her hair again, as he smoothly rumbled to her. "There....you see? I told you I could be soft and gentle, I told you I could make it feel good for you, didn't I? Cooperate, and it's not bad at all..." He rubbed one finger along her slit once, testing her. Her entrance was wet, her skin was warm, her flesh was puffy. Whether she had wanted it or not, her body was now fully prepared in the prime state for mating. It was time.

Dimo lifted himself up a little more and shifted his body slightly as he kneeled upright. With his hands, he reached out to grasp Elena's knees, which he then gently yet quite firmly pushed them apart, exposing the vulnerability of her sex to him. His red-skinned member was in Elena's view for a moment, before careful positioning of his hips had the tip of his cock pressing against Elena's entrance. He leaned forward again to dominantly put his body over top of Elena's as he looked into her eyes again. "...This is going to sting, at first." He admitted to her. "But this will be the only time it really does, and it will fade quickly the more relaxed you are." Then, without further warning, Dimo suddenly thrust his hips forward.

His powerful cock tore right through Elena's virgin barrier, and quickly speared into the deep recesses of her channel. His tool of sex spread her inner flesh apart in a way Elena had never felt before, treating her to her very first experience of having her female body filled with a male, and an animalistically virile one at that. Dimo huffed and growled like a wolf, loving the sweet, natural tightness all virgins had around his cock, as he wiggled his hips and nestled his crotch against Elena's, quite literally making himself comfortable inside her. His puppymaker made its way deeper into Elena, until something much larger and bulbous pressed against Elena's entrance, but Dimo had stopped there. With a sound like a cross between a growl and a snarl, albiet a pleasured one and not an angry one, Dimo put his muzzle up to Elena's ear and spoke to her in a deep, powerful voice that echoed with his animal side. "Ah-heh...there ya go...you feel that, girl? Feel your muscles movin' on me? Know what that is? Your body's been missin' something, all its life, but you never knew what it was, you never even knew that you were missin' something...but now you know. Your body's been missin' a big...fat...cock filling it up, makin' it complete...as nature intended..." Dimo chuckled darkly into Elena's ear, though he continued to hold his body mostly still, allowing Elena's passage to adjust to the abrupt invation for the first time in her life.
 
Elena frowned quietly, turning her head away as he slid his finger along her extremely sensitive folds. He hadn't lied to her, but that didn't mean she wanted this. Those orgasms had been forced from her. His insistence and the constant stimulation making it difficult to ignore. They had felt amazing, yet Elena knew she didn't want this. She couldn't, it wasn't how things were supposed to be. Only now was this expected of her. She had not grown around these creatures, did not know a life with them, all she knew was how they operated in terms of finding mates... All these women taken away to provide them with off spring. The thought only made her more nervous, more anxious.

When he began to shift, she looked back to him. Those flushed features and tear glistened eyes staring out at him... More specifically the intimidating organ that would soon be penetrating her virgin body. Her legs trembled as he settled between them, feeling the thick, tapered tip resting at her entrance. Elena wanted to beg him to stop, to reconsider, but she knew it'd be useless. He could see the resignation and defeat on her pretty features as he warned her. She could do nothing but let it happen. Elena was going to let this beast take her, have her in the most intimate of ways. She was no better than that woman they passed, being filled with dozens of men, two at a time, dripping with their seed. Elena closed her eyes and turned her head just as Dimo thrust forward.

A yelp came from the small girl as he tore through her precious flesh. She squirmed in pain and discomfort. It felt like a searing pinch. Her muscles, not prepared, clenched down around him in her tension. He had said relax, but of course he knew few of them ever did. It felt like he wouldn't stop moving. Elena felt every thick inch, his cock throbbing greedily in her tight walls and his growling form reveling in it above her. She barely noticed just how wide he became in the space just outside of her pussy - swelling flesh that kept their hips from remaining completely flush against one another. He was already so deep though, pressed against her ripe cervical muscles as if begging for entry. Elena shivered, digging her nails into the fur blanket as his hot breath bathed her ear.

She knew he wasn't right. She had never wanted this before. The pain lingering in a sharp ache as he muscles involuntarily caressed him. Elena bit her lower lip and whimpered in response to a deep growl the vibrated from the depths of his throat. The heat from where their bodies connected was intense, her belly slick with a fine sheen of perspiration as she tried to settle herself. It felt like it was worse just having him stay still. "...please..." She whined, worried eyes looking up to him then. Elena wasn't trying to beg him for anything, she just didn't want him or the ache to linger.
 
Dimo delighted himself in the small yelp and whimpers the freshly deflowered virgin made beneath him with his member snugly inside her, as she truly understood how helpless she was before his power. As he had rather expected, she hadn't relaxed at all and her muscles were twitching and tensing up something fierce, which incidentally caused waves of pleasure for Dimo as her channel spasmed uncontrollably and squeezed his cock. She didn't say much in response back to him, but as he lifted his head back up to look into her face, he saw her glassy tear-filled eyes as she softly whined out a "please". Despite whatever she had intended, however, Dimo took that as encouragement.

Dimo braced himself, and then slowly pulled his hips backwards, pulled his cock out until only the head was still inside Elena, then he firmly pushed forwards again, cramming his cock back into Elena's pussy. It wasn't with any harsh speed, but with enouch force to cause Elena's entire body to rock in place. Slowly out, and firmly back in, Dimo settled into an easy enough pace, while he kept going back in just hard enough to shake Elena's body as he watched her tits start to bounce, though at the same time he was gauging her reactions and watching how well she was taking it. In fact, while Elena might not have appreciated it, Dimo was clearly controlling himself with great care instead of just rutting away like an animal, like he wanted to.

But not long after he had settled into a nice, predictable rythmn, he abruptly moved his hands down to Elena's rear as he took a handfull of each of her asscheeks and lifted her hips slightly as he angled his hips and continued thrust into her, spearing the tip of his cock in various places inside Elena. She may or may not have known it, but he was actually trying to find her sweet spot that most girls had. Dimo loved the idea of making this reluctant ex-virgin cum with his cock inside her, just to mess with her head even further. Constantly he adjusted his hips before pushing back in, waiting to hear a surprised yelp or change in pitch of the girl below him to indicate he had hit the mark he was looking for...
 
When he began to move Elena almost regretted her mild pleading for him to do so. She felt every bit of him slide along her forcefully parted walls and as if it were possible, she only tensed more with his impending thrusts. The first few earning exactly the same reaction, sharp cries and a pain-furrowed brow. Slowly though, in time with his thrusts, that sharpness began to settle into a mild discomfort. Her body, having been forced into such a state of readiness, now aiding his endeavor to mate the human girl. Each withdrawal of his cock earned more of her sweetness... Tinted with a hint of virginal scarlet, he glistened with her body's response to him.

Elena still rejected him in her mind however. The pleasure he had given her earlier was of no consequence. She didn't want this to be happening. Even if there were to be a rescue now, she could no longer offer her pure body to another. The raven haired, green eyed beauty was soiled and even on the off chance a man would take her, if they ever found out about what it was that deflowered her... Well, she didn't even want to think about it. Her body rocked with every re-entry into her velvet heat. Dimo could smell her. So ripe. So ready. Everything about the girl screamed to be used for pleasure; her supple, nubile young form built just for it. Enticing, full breasts, those gently accentuated hips and that firm ass that now rested in his large palms.

She squirmed in his grasp, whimpering as his pace suddenly changed with his movement. He lifted and lowered her in various degrees, spearing himself into her and gauging her reactions. One position in particular made her squeal and her thighs to tighten around him. His holding her up just slightly in his lap, suggesting that she may find exception pleasure in the kind of penetration earned from being placed on all fours. He seemed to have caught on. His attentions focused on holding her just right and moving his hips forward in an increased pace. Before long he had Elena mewling and gasping around him.

Her tone and pitch had shifted. Deeper. Louder. Completely breathless. Those delicious sounds being brought from the depths of her throat as the wolf introduced her to the pleasures of being so completely filled. His persistence had paid off. Wearing down her resolve and feeling her body relax into the hunger of his own. Elena didn't want to admit the fact that was no deriving pleasure from him. So much so that her essence coated his length and smeared her inner thighs. It seemed to last forever and the entire time Elena tried to fight it. But she was weakened, so brutally sensitive from her previous orgasms, that there was ultimately no denying the inevitable.

The slender girl arched slightly, her pussy clenching down on him as she cried out. Her nails digging deep into the furred blanket, closing her eyes tightly as her hips bucked, grinding herself onto him much as she had to his hand. Within her he was enveloped in the vice she became, spasming warmth that milked at his length in its desperation. That split second high leaving her deliciously delirious and moaning under his attentions.
 
Finally, he got that squeak he was looking for, and Dimo grinned as he carefully speared himself into the girl, using the tip of his cock to strike her inner sweet spot over and over. He listened to her beautiful sounds, no longer whines of discomfort and reluctance, but mewls of unexpected pleasure. Her wet pussy had coated his cock completely by now, and Dimo enjoyed the messy damp feeling. Relentlessly he attacked her just right to keep forcing more pleasure upon her, until finally she bucked and tightened her legs around him, crying out as she hit a climax for the third time. Dimo growled deeply again as he felt more wetness blossom between his legs as his cock was squeezed and milked. The feelings and the sounds both finally got to Dimo, awakening his animal side as he narrowed his eyes. He was done going out of his way to give Elena pleasure. He still knew he couldn't be too rough with her, but now he wanted his turn.

Elena heard a very dominant snarl work out of the wolfman's throat as he let go of her ass and grabbed her shoulders, then pushed her harder down onto the bed. Then his hands hooked under her arms and encircled her back as he again laid the weight of his body down on Elena, this time with the additional tightness of his 'embrace', leaving Elena no escape. With his upper torso clinging tightly and relatively still to Elena, he began rapidly bucking his hips as he really began to pound away into the girl. Though the angle of penetration was somewhat shallow, he went faster and faster until she felt the bulbous base of his cock hit the outside of her slit, and the tip occasionally brush her deeper cervical wall. All the while, he was growling into Elena's ear. "Grr...hnnnrr...tha's it, tight little bitch...gods yer so tight, yer grippin' me...take it like a good bitch..." The speed with which he was now rutting her was causing Elena's body to continually rebound off the soft stuffed mattress and back into Dimo's hips with every thrust.

After forcing Elena to endure several minutes of such energetic fucking, Dimo suddenly started breathing very deeply as his rapid pace suddenly slowed dramatically, but he instead plowed his hips down the hardest yet with a few last thrusts, and then let out a long sound that was like a moan and growl combined as he held his cock inside Elena. She could feel liquid warmth spreading inside of her, even as Dimo squeezed her so hard he pressed the air out of her lungs for several moments. But then, it at last was over as Dimo's grip on her loosened, as his body went mostly still on top of Elena as he growled with soft contentedness. "Therrre ye go...now yer a proper woman...rest'f the boys are gonna love you..." Dimo said to her as he continued to bask in the afterglow, still holding Elena's body close to his, letting her do nothing but feel the fur and warmth of his strong body all around hers, and smell his male musk with her face in his shoulder.
 
Hearing Dimo growl his pleasure was unreal. The deep rumbles from within his chest making her truly feel her place beneath him. Especially as his large frame sought to completely envelop her smaller one. His weight somewhat added, changing the angle of his entry and speed. With Dimo’s arms wrapped around her, Elena soon found her own beneath his. Reaching up with dainty, shaken hands and holding on to the backs of his shoulders. Her grip seeming to tighten and her nails pressing in through the thick of his fur. Around him he could no doubt still feel the small internal tremors from her previous orgasms. She was so very, very sensitive. His movements still pulling delightful little squeals from the young woman.

Elena, like the wolven male, was panting from his exertions and the intense heat shared between their forms. Only mildly aware of the hard, swollen flesh that pressed against her sweet skin. Dimo wasn’t completely within her, not quite seeking complete entry into the previously virgin girl. No, at the moment she was much too concentrated on the sensations still felt through her and the vulgar growling and hot breath against her ear. It was incredibly degrading… but somehow erotic enough to drive her to voluntarily tense and squeeze her muscles around him, moaning low in her throat as she did so. How she could ever be excited by such obscenities was beyond her current comprehension.

His pace became erratic. Elena’s brow furrowing with the sudden discomfort of having him bury so intently within her. Finally releasing as deep as he could go. His seed bathing her insides and she whimpered at the warmth that pooled there. Some of which was displaced by his size, trickling from around his knot that had not tied them together. It was only then that she noticed just how desperately she clung to him. Her legs wrapped around his, arms clinging to his shoulders and her pretty, flushed face pressed against the slope of his neck.

A deep breath drew in his scent, it was thick and made her eyes roll shut from its allure. For a moment she remained like this, fighting for composure. It was what he said after that finally got to her. The tears that had gone from before returned, no longer out of fear of being deflowered however. Did he expect her to be proud of this? Was she supposed to be content with the idea of being passed around and used over and over again? The overwhelm was getting to her, a common reaction exhibited by most of the women that had come to be with them. She didn’t know what to do, what to say… She didn’t even know if she could speak after how she moaned and whimpered as he rutted into her.
 
Dimo smirked to himself as he felt Elena's limbs instinctively wrap around his body in return to the mating embrace he had pulled her into. Once he had finished inside her he left his boy go still and limp on top of her, though he was careful to make sure it was in such a way she could still breath, and he simply held her. After he spoke to her, he heard her start to sniffle and quietly whimper again, though he didn't show he reacted in any way. He did indeed know that almost every girl went through this phase, but they all got over it in the end.

Elena was kept in that warm, fur-filled embrace with Dimo's slowly softening cock still in her for some time, what must have felt like an eternity of torturous silence to contemplate what had just happened was really only about ten minutes. Dimo then decided he had rested enough, and with abrupt movement, lifted himself off of Elena, and pulled his flaccid member out of her. He stepped off the bed, leaving the girl with her gown still rolled up over her as he took one last appraising leer at her plump breasts and generally shapely form. He knew she wouldn't actually get pregnent from this, not yet. Something else had to happen first. He walked to where he had left his clothes and produced a rag, which he used to wipe off both their bodily fluids from his cock before he started to get dressed.

"Yer gonna stay here for a bit." He started to say as he pulled his clothes on. "Not too long, though. Gettin' near noon. I'll be back in a bit and take you to get your noonday meal, then you'll get the real grand tour of the place and shown what you'll be doing when not enjoyin' one of us boys." Dimo threw a smirking wink with that comment. With his garments fully donned, Dimo stood back up and headed for the door, then knocked on it. There was silence for a few moments, then a knock returned, at which point Dimo then announced "Done." through the door. The was the clattering of the lock, and the door was opened by the guard outside. Dimo stepped through and the door closed behind him, with the lock snapping closed once again.

Elena was left alone with her thoughts.
 
Elena didn’t know how long they had stayed in that position. Truthfully it didn’t matter. It was warm and while not necessarily meaning to be comforting considering, she huddled against his fur as best she could and kept her sobs quiet. But when he began to move she whined, almost begging him not to pull out of her. The warm trickle of their mixed fluids followed and she cringed, turning her head in the opposite direction to hide the shame that had blossomed along her pretty face. She couldn’t even bear to raise her hands and pull down the plain gown and cover herself properly.

Reluctantly, she faced him as he began to speak. Her thighs having pulled tightly together despite the stickiness that remained. She would be left alone? The room was windowless, with only one way in or out. There was no getting away… no hiding. What was she supposed to do here? Reflect on the horrible and erotic situation she had just experienced? Closing her eyes, she certainly hoped not. That’s the last thing she wanted to think of. The soreness she felt was enough of a reminder on its own.

And just like that he was gone with the door locking behind him. Elena remained in that position for quite awhile before finally finding the energy and reason to move. Timid steps brought her over to retrieve a second cloth. A foul, discomforted look on her face as she cleaned herself as best she could with no water available. Flattening the dress back down and running her fingers nervously through her hair. It was then that she realized just how sensitive her nipples had become as they rubbed against the fabric. The girl groaned, bringing her hands up to support the fullness of their weight.

Settled at the end of the bed, she simply sat facing the door. Part of her wanted him to return, the other wished she could just hide away forever. He had given her such pleasure… at a price. And the girl couldn’t shake the humiliation of simply being ‘used’. Shaking her head, she tried her best to shed the thoughts. Leading her to wonder how her father had taken the news that she was gone? That all of the girls were just gone… taken… No trace of where they had been taken to. She had a feeling that he would be more upset over losing the agreement with the Lord she was to be promised to over her actually having been kidnapped. That hurt just as bad, if not worse, but such was her place. Even noble women had little say. They were there to look pretty and provide heirs.

Nothing she could think of seemed to be positive. Even her concern over her friends’ well being went sour. Soon enough she began to occasionally look up at the door, holding her breath in hopes of hearing footsteps approaching, or the metallic click of the lock. Something, anything, that indicated Dimo’s return.
 
Though Elena had no objective way of telling time in the small room lit only by the lantern in the corner of the ceiling, in reality it was a little more than half an hour before Dimo returned. Footsteps had come and gone past the outside doorway a few times, not stopping at her door, but the final sound of footsteps ended just when it was loudest, rather than continuing and fading away. The lock on the door clicked again, and the door opened. It was indeed Dimo.

"Alright girlie, get up, c'mon. Time to go." Dimo entered the room, and after making sure Elena was going to follow, led her out. Through the hallways and down the stairs again, and as before, the sounds of intense mating could be heard behind closed doors, though different rooms and different voices than before. In short order, though, they had reached the large entrance doors and left the building, heading outside.

Dimo took Elena down a now familiar path back to the mess hall. By this time, the woman who had been putting on a public 'show' was not there anymore. Though, there was a smaller 'show', if it could be called that, as Dimo led her back into the mess hall, where a number of other beastfolk and women were having their own meals. One couple in particular had a beastfolk very hungrily kissing a woman (their meals forgotten) while he groped her body...though the woman, rather than struggling, seemed to be kissing back with as much gusto. There was one other oddity that Elena could note that she might not have realized last time; though some of the women were wearing collars, it seemed to be only the ones actually sitting at a table with a beastfolk who wore one. The girls who were kneeling on the ground and made to eat like animals actually were not wearing any (and also seemed less well-dressed, like Elena, than the others).

Other than that, the routine went much the same as it had in the morning. Instead of soup, there was chopped vegetables and some meat for the noonday meal, which Dimo got two plates of. When he led Elena back to an unoccupied table, he wordlessly pointed a finger down at the ground with a stern stare, making it quite clear what he expected of her. After she got down on the ground like last time, he put the plate on the ground in front of her and turned to his own meal, only paying enough attention to her to make sure she wasn't using her hands. Once they had both finished, he collected the plates, turned them in, and led Elena out. This time, he led her on a meandering path through the village, enough to give her an idea of the size and layout. During this time, he also broke the seeming minimal-speech silence he had been giving her, and explained the functions of a few of the areas of the villages. The first place they passed seemed to be clothier and tanner's sheds, with both women and beastfolk working in it.

"Now, ye won't just be enjoyin' good sex around here. While we're still careful of how many of you we get so we don't get more'n we can support, you'll have to start doin' something useful eventually." Dimo explained. "There's all the usual stuff you'd expect...sewin', cleanin', pottery, woodcarvin', even a forge. We don't much care what you're doin' as long as you're doin' somethin' when not gettin' in bed. Whatever you think you got skills in. If you don't think yer much good at anything though...we'll find somethin' for you to do." The tone Dimo used made it sound like Elena probably wouldn't like that option. "But you'll probably start in a few days, dependin' on what Jatter says."

Dimo led her around some more, explaining other quite typical trappings and furnishings of a fairly civilized miniature town, though it was run more like an outpost. As Elena saw more, she noticed a number of beastfolk walking around adorned with particularly rich-looking finery, somtimes even gold accessories. Loot from the raids they had carried out as bandits, no doubt. Eventually, they rounded back to the biggest building in the village, the one in which Elena had lost her virginity to Dimo. "And that, as you know, is where most of the fun happens. It's also got a dorm where you'll be sleepin' if you're not in someone else's bed for a night."

Dimo turned and looked at Elena. "And don't you forget now, you're a slave. Ye belong to us. You behave and we'll give you some run of the place, but that doesn't change your place. Any one of us can use your sweet pussy whenever we want. You'll get used to it and come to like it, cuz..." Dimo rubbed the crotch of his pants. "I can guarantee you that no human ever feels as good as any one of us. We can keep you feelin' warm in ways no one else could, we'll treat you right and proper. I heard you moanin' with me fillin' you up earlier, I know you liked that. It'll keep on comin'."

Dimo folded his arms in front of him. "So, any questions so far?"
 
Elena was up on her feet as soon as Dimo had entered the room. Despite what had transpired, she was eager to leave this room with him. Doing her best to ultimately ignore the various sounds of other women and beastfolk as they rutted in the rooms leading out the front door. Walking itself was uncomfortable at best. Prolonged movement earned her a small amount of their mixed fluids smearing against her thighs; it wasn’t possible for her to have cleaned herself completely after all. Not to mention the slight soreness of her swollen, previously-virgin flesh. She kept close to Dimo, her head down, not wishing to look at anyone or anything in fear of the stares she may receive back. All the males, even the women, had to know what had happened. Elena wasn’t used to this… Sex wasn’t so publicly common place where she was from (nor had it been for any of the women brought here).

The hall in which they had eaten earlier that morning was more full now. Various conversations carried on between the beastfolk and the few women that were settled up at the table instead of on the floor. The girls on their hands and knees seemed focused on their meals, but Elena soon found her vibrant green eyes resting on the display of the older woman and one of the men. She was in his lap, his paw-like hands grabbing at her rear, breasts… anywhere he could touch. It was quite clear that their tongues intertwined as they kissed so openly, the woman moaning, grinding her hips against the bulge that had formed in the male’s trousers. Elena forced herself to look away, mostly because she found herself less disgusted by the act and more… interested.

Had it not been for Dimo, she surely would have continued gawking. Instead she walked with him as he retrieved their food and over to table, where, she was once more expected to be on her fours on the ground and still not allowed to use her hands to eat. Elena did just as she had that morning, leaning forward to carefully take a few bites. Unlike earlier, though, she managed to eat just a little bit more. Through their walk to the hall and over the course of their mid-day meal Dimo had said absolutely nothing to her. She was used to being silent, but never like this. Granted, if she were free to talk she didn’t think she’d have much to say. Once she had finished Elena sat back against her legs and waited patiently for the wolven male. Others were coming and going around them and the pair was soon to follow suit.

She remained quiet, but listened carefully to everything Dimo was telling her. It got her to thinking about what skills she had that were of any use. Sewing. It was the first thing that popped into her mind. Most of the chores were carried out by servants at home, but Elena always had a knack for making clothes. Pottery had always been something of a leisurely activity too. And cleaning didn’t exactly take much thought. No, she was definitely sure she wouldn’t need the males to find anything for her to do around here. In the back of her mind, the realization of her acceptance of this situation made her chest ache and her stomach tighten into knots. There was absolutely no going back. This was her life now.

Her gaze was on the large building in front of them. Inside of which she only knew too well what was going on. So when he turned around to face her, she shifted her eyes to him and nodded in understanding. The expression she wore was difficult to discern, but mostly somber. Hearing that you were no longer free and no longer held the status and wealth provided to you at birth wasn’t exactly light-hearted news. She was basically a piece of meat that could be passed around to any who wanted her… and she had to comply lest she be punished. Elena didn’t exactly want to find out… Remembering the sight of the woman this morning all too well.

She certainly couldn’t help the scarlet blush that came over her cheeks at Dimo’s lewdness. It was all true, but hearing it so… openly was just as unfamiliar as physically carrying out the act of. The young woman knew she had enjoyed it. The way he touched her and after the initial pain, how he had filled her up… and that almost-soothing pool of heat as he bathed her walls with his seed… Elena shifted her thighs together slightly and shook her head to distract from the movement. “N-no, Master.” Her voice was soft, anxious. There was still plenty of day left, but she was sure Dimo would be keeping her busy for the remainder of it.
 
Dimo huffed in a satisfied manner at Elena's response before he indicated for her to continue following him as he led her a little more around the camp, showing her a few more important buildings and locations she should know about. He seemed to be taking his time, not in any particular rush. Despite what Elena had guessed, what she didn't know was that Jatter's rules dictated that new girls be broken in slowly, eased into their place rather than shocked all at once, so the first few days are taken (relatively) easy. But to what Elena could percieve, Dimo seemed slightly bored in his slow pace, as if he was just killing time while waiting for something.

After another hour of Dimo giving a lazy tour of the camp, what he was waiting for seemed to happen; another beastfolk, a panther, came up to Dimo and said "The rest are done, Jatter's ready for the report." Dimo nodded at the panther-man who then went off elsewhere, before he glanced back at Elena with a short "C'mon, won't take long." Dimo led Elena off to another part of the camp, to a table under an awning where Jatter was waiting. Others were approaching as well...with Elena's friends in tow.

First came a tiger-man, Zag by what Elena had glimpsed of him after their blindfolds were first removed, with Margo. But something was strange about Margo, she was clinging to Zag's left arm and had an oddly introspective--or just vacant--expression. Next came a jackal-man with Vivienne, who seemed to be walking with a very slight limp. When they got closer Elena could also see that Vivienne had a small bruise on her cheek, and had a defeated look in her eyes. Lastly, a badger-man approached with Christine, who kept looking to and fro and glanced furtively at the man who was leading her. Once they were all assembled in front of the table, where Jatter was looking over some papers, he stood up and looked at the beastfolk and asked "Alright, how'd it go?"

"Had lots of fun with this one." Zag said quickly, glancing at the girl clutching his arm. "I got three other guys--they didn't actually stick it in her, I know the rules!" Zag started to say, then quickly switched to a panicky voice as Jatter had immediately pierced him with a fearsome, thunderous glare, which mostly backed off at Zag's reassurance. "For that matter, I didn't quite pop her cherry either. She just seemed like a really nervous critter who just needed to be brought out of her shell and let loose. Nah, I and the others just held her down, and rubbed her, and touched her, and licked her...brought her squealing over the edge at least six times. And then, I brought her just to the edge, then I stopped and held her there." Zag gave a wide, toothy grin. "Oh man, you should have heard her. Begging like some of the best-trained bitches in the camp for us to finish her off, and this was her first time. She's gonna do fine, I think."

"This one's a fighter." The jackal-man said about Vivienne. "Put up a hard struggle when it came down to it. Of course, had to show her why that was a bad idea. No real damage, just some superficial marks, I made sure not to really hurt her. But she'll need to be handled carefully."

The next man, the badger with Christine, then spoke up. "Kind of unsatisfying, this one. She just sort of went blank and unresponsive, and I'm sure she was doing it on purpose. But she couldn't hide what she was feeling as well as she thinks she can--" At this, Christine's eyes widened in shock, "--so it's only a matter of time before she gives in, I'm sure."

Finally, Jatter's eyes turned to Dimo, who then spoke up in his turn. "On the other hand, this one was very satisfying. Smart and obedient, has some hidden talents she's not even aware of yet, and didn't balk at pleasing me. I went easy and gentle with her, she earned it, and she liked it. She'll be a very good one around here."

Jatter nodded at all the 'reports', and took a moment to consider. After a few moments, he spoke up again. "Alright, that one will get special attention," He indicated to Vivienne, "and as for the rest, carry on as normal for new girls, let them take the rest of the day off, and continue tomorrow. We'll see how they do then."

The beastfolk nodded and dispersed, with Margo, Christine, and Elena being led back to the large 'dorm' building, and Vivienn being taken elsewhere. Once again, Elena passed through the double-doors of the building where it seemed the majority of sex happened, but rather than going in the direction of the 'bed' rooms, the three were led down a different hallways to another side of the building. It was then when the beastfolk split the three up again, taking them to different doors very widely spaced apart, and going in. The door in front of Elena and Dimo was opened by a patrolling guard, and Dimo brought her inside.

It was a large-ish and somewhat spacious room, with several rows of many beds filling it. There were a couple iron-barred windows high up, which let sunlight in, enough to comfortably illuminate the room with only one or two extra lit lamps here and there. In one corner, there was even a tub of water in one corner with a small stove beneath it, as well as a few cabinets that must hold extra clothes or sheets. There were no beastfolk in this room, no throes of pleasure or passion, in fact it was mostly empty save for four girls clustered along one wall. All four wore collars, and two appeared pregnant, one so much so that she was lying back on her bed with many pillows propping up her upper body and head, as she looked down at her very round stomach and slowly rubbed it. The other two were lying on nearby beds and facing the others, and they seemed to be chatting with each other, though they fell silent and all turned their heads as the door opened and Dimo came in with Elena in front of him. Dimo made sure Elena was fully in the room, then stepped out and the door closed behind him, with the familiar click of a lock.

The four girls looked at Elena for a few seconds before one of them spoke up. "Oh, hello, you must be a new one. Come here, come here, take a bed, they're soft and comfortable. What's your name?"
 
Elena was the only girl of the four that could manage to look up and around – at least.. a little. She took in all of their expressions. Vivienne’s being the only one more worse for wear. The other two seemed more emotionally defeated than anything. Elena knew exactly how they felt. None of them said a single word, barely able to gaze at one another. One thing they all did was listen, embarrassed, as the males went into minor detail about their experiences. At the end of it, Elena was blushing the worst of them all. Each girl’s experience had been much different then the last. All they could do was stand there and await Jatter’s word.

She had thought seeing her friends again would make her feel better. Something familiar. But neither of them seemed to benefit from that contact. They were too tired, too upset. Elena looked up for a bit, watching Jatter intently before he spoke a sort of verdict instructing the others how to proceed. Vivienne was the only one that seemed concerned when they took her away. The three walked together, parted by their respective males from earlier. She swore she could hear Margo exhale a soft sob when they reached the building.

Elena looked over her shoulder as they were separated; a brief glance and the other two had done the same. That was all they were afforded before being led into the different rooms. She let her eyes fall to the floor. At least, she would have had she not seen the other girls at the end of the room. All four sets of eyes were on her, their voices falling silent. It was a bit difficult to miss two of them; especially the one lying down. She was quite heavily pregnant. And they seemed… fine. Elena was at a complete loss, her mouth partially agape. Turning her head, she watched Dimo leave, the door closing and locking her in.

She reached up with a nervous hand and tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. What could she possibly expect from them..? They knew what happened to her. They had to have; it happened to them all of the same. From across the room the slightly-less looking pregnant redhead spoke up, calling her over. Elena shuffled forward with little thought – what other choice did she have? Stand there and look awkward and pathetic? No… She settled on a freshly made bed, across from the others and next to the redhead who offered her a smile.

“Elena…” she piped up finally, her fingers playing with the hem of the cotton gown she’d been wearing. They all seemed to be wearing the similar items, the collars being the only real difference.

“I’m Claudia.” The redhead introduced herself, sending knowing glances as she went around the others. Each girl remembered how it was when they first arrived. “That’s Polina,” she pointed to the blonde across from her and then to the brunette next on her left, “Lillian and over there is Victoria.” Elena’s eyes moved from each girl nodding her head politely, but when she came to Victoria, the one propped up and pregnant she didn’t look away immediately.

“Still a little while to go,” Victoria piped up cheerfully.

“You keep saying that,” Claudia teased earning a roll of the eye from Victoria.

“Yea, well, you wait until you’re this far along.” The girls chuckled at the banter, Elena looking only a little terrified.

“So, Dimo, hm?” Lillian inquired with a smile. “He was my first too.”

“Shh. Lilly, she probably doesn’t want to talk about it.” Polina chided the girl next to her. It was no secret that Lillian had a thing for the rougher looking males.

Claudia nodded in agreement. “Hey, it’s alright.” She attempted to assure her, “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but it does get better here. Right?” All of the others seemed to agree.

“They take good care of us – better than some of our families, you know, from before.” Victoria added before wincing, her hand coming to rest on her large belly. “Sorry…” she smiled wryly. “Active little things. Do you wanna feel?”

Elena paused for a moment. She was fascinated and curious having never seen another woman pregnant like this. Since she’d been here she’d seen at least half a dozen. The girls had no reason to be unfriendly to anyone and Jatter had always made it perfectly clear that they were meant to feel welcome. It didn’t hurt to get them used to certain… ideas, either. Elena made her way shyly to Victoria and the other girls watched quietly. Pregnancy was looked forward to here, after all. She took Elena’s offered hand tenderly and placed it onto the side of her belly. It didn’t take long for her to feel a shift and a bump beneath her palm. “Oh… I-I felt it.” There was a slight smile there and the girls smirked to one another at her reaction – they knew that she would likely acclimate well.
 
After Elena had felt the life inside Victoria, and settled back down into a bed, the other girls continued to talk to Elena normally, trying to put her at ease. Claudia and Polina first decided to just tell Elena where they came from. "I was actually married before I was brought here..." Claudia said wistfully. "My husband...well, he wasn't a bad man, but he didn't...how should I put it...he didn't really satisfy me, you know? He wasn't anything special. He owned a decent farm, and paid my father two pigs and a cow for my marriage. Wanted me because he figured I'd give him good children." Claudia touched her slightly-plump stomach, nowhere near anything like Victoria's. "Well, I guess I am good for children, but at least the men here go out of their way to make me feel good, and I return the favor."

Polina spoke up afterwards. "My father was a drunken lout, and had a terrible temper. Nothing was ever right for him. He...beat me and my mother sometimes, when he got really low. Honestly, I'm not sad to have been taken away from there." Polina then sighed. "I don't think I would have chosen to be here instead if it were up to me, but, well, I am, and that's that. It's still better than where I was..."

The also explained why they four were in the dorm-room rather than out and about; Claudia and Victoria naturally were being allowed as much rest as they wanted with their pregnancies (More Victoria than Claudia; Victoria had been in bed all day, but Claudia had done easy work in the morning). Polina and Lillian were in because they had already had "fun" in the morning themselves, and rather than stay out and about they were keeping Victoria and Claudia company and attending to them if they needed anything (there actually was a bell-string in the room which, if pulled, would summon one of the beastfolk, but it was only supposed to be used if there was an actual need of something from outside).

The conversation drifted, and the other girls, after noticing Elena's gaze was continually fixated on Victoria, told her that she didn't have to worry at the moment, she would only be bred after she got her collar. But after mentioning that topic, the girls glanced at each other and looked away. "Though...we're really not supposed to talk about that." Lillian explained. "They don't like us telling about it, they'll explain it to you themselves when they think you're ready." Upon further inspection, Elena could also notice that each girl's collar was embroidered and had patterns and colors stitched into them, as well as their own names in cloth lettering. It was hard to believe the beastfolk would sew such designs into the collars themselves...but any questions on this point simply was met with the girls closing their mouths and looking away again.

After a time, the girls then seemed to go back to chatting amongst themselves about whatever they were talking about before Elena arrived, which seemed to be gossip about things around the camp; gabbing about the other women around the camp, guessing which beastfolk would take who, wagering on which of the late-term pregnancies would give birth first, and chatting about the beastfolk themselves and their individual...habits and "merits". Though, with Elena present, it was clear they were restraining themselves and not talking as explicitly as they were seemingly accustomed to, for when the started mentioning certain "things" and "acts", they glanced knowingly at Elena and switched to euphemisms. A couple other bits of information Elena could gather was that some of the other women in the camp came from wealthy backgrounds like Elena and her friends, and not just commoners and peasants. The beastfolk, it seemed, weren't too picky or discriminatory with their captures.

As the girls talked the hours away, the sun sunk low outside and the light from the windows darkened. At one point, a beastfolk entered the room to collect Polina and Lillian and left with them, but he returned with both of them not long after with plates of dinner for everyone; the four girls were allowed utensils and could eat their meals in their bed, but the fifth plate the beastfolk put on the ground, and stood back and folded his arms while looking expectantly at Elena; obviously the rules still hadn't changed for her. After dinner was finished and Elena ate in a manner to the beastfolk's satisfaction, he collected the plates and left. As the sun apparently started to properly set outside, the door to the room continually opened again and again, admitting a number of girls who made their way to some beds, while others took turns washing in the tub in the corner. The room was filled with murmurs and chatter, mostly about how each girl's day had gone. After it was well and truly dark and the lamps were the only source of light, another beastfolk entered the room.

"Arright girls, lights going out now. Goodnight, seeya in the morning, and things." There were scattered affirmatives as the lamps were extinguished, and the girls left in the darkness of the night as the beastfolk left for the final time. The chatting had stopped, and all the girls were now getting much-wanted rest. From the bed next to Elena's Polina whispered to her. "Psst, if you need more blankets or pillows, there's some in the wardrobe over there. And...I don't know if you're the kind of girl to try, but for goodness sake, if you're thinking about trying to escape or something tonight, don't. It'll just make things bad, and they don't need to be bad."

Elena was then left to sleep in silence.

***

The morning came with dawn's light creeping in from the windows, and the door to the dorm opening with a number of beastfolk filing in. They went from bed to bed, apparently picking which girl they wanted to 'accompany' them that day, and left the room with them. Elena was glanced at by many unfamiliar faces, but always passed by...until a familiar face appeared; Zag, the tiger-man. He entered the room and looked about, and when his eyes fell on Elena, made straight for her. "Alright, you. You'll be coming with me today."
 
Elena remained mostly silent as the girls talked amongst themselves. She felt awful that they tiptoed around things, but what else could she do. At least they didn’t stare at her while she ate. Afterwards she got up to bathe – making sure that none of the other girls wanted to use the tub. The warm water felt good against her skin and soothed the slight ache that remained between her thighs. As she washed the days activities finally started to settle in. This was really happening, she was really here, and she really lost her virginity to a beastfolk. The water at least helped hide the few tears that slipped from her pretty green eyes.

She laid in bed after that, the other girls pouring in a trickle at a time. None really paid her much mind, of which she was thankful. They all knew, they had all been there. She pulled the blankets up to her, curled on her side when the lamps went out. Her eyes had just closed when Polina whispered over to her. Running away hadn’t even crossed her mind… “Thank you,” she whispered back before burying her face into her pillow. Sleep couldn’t come fast enough to her.

*****

The sound of the door startled her awake. It felt like she hadn’t gotten much sleep at all. She groaned softly, reaching up and rubbing her eyes while she slowly came to. She didn’t want to believe that it was morning already. Another day of kneeling on the floor and calling another beastfolk ‘Master’ and likely another visit to one of the rooms like the one she had been in with Dimo. Elena didn’t even know if she was really upset or scared anymore. Sure, she was nervous, anxious, but it almost felt like: What’s the point? Tears wouldn’t get her anywhere. Fighting clearly wouldn’t get her anywhere either. She had been treated fine for her behavior, save for the obvious requirements they had given her.

Regardless, it was still pretty overwhelming. She watched, one by one, as the girls were picked by various other males. They all seemed to look her over before passing her by. In a way she was relieved. Maybe there was a chance that she wouldn’t get picked. Unfortunately she had a feeling that wasn’t how things worked here. After a little while there was only her, Victoria and a small handful of other girls with collars left and preparing to either accompany one of the males or to begin their chores. Elena moved her fingers through her hair, smoothing the dark tresses over her shoulders before the door opened once more.

This time it was a familiar face. He had been the one with Margo the night before. She remembered what he had said when they were all there. He had three others join him with her – even if they didn’t sleep with her – the thought was still mildly terrifying. He had spoke proudly of his actions involving the girl. How they drove her to climax several times before teasing her until she begged them for more. Elena looked away though, thinking he was just going to move on to another girl instead. She was actually mildly surprised when she caught his approach out of the corner of her eye.

Elena slipped her slender legs off the bed and stood up as she acknowledged him. “Yes, Master.” She murmured. Truthfully, she hadn’t thought about it… it just sort of slipped out. He seemed pleased by it however.

“Alright then, come on. Let’s get some breakfast.” And just as Dimo had the day before, Zag led her out of the building and to the hall. He stared at her as they walked; he had hoped to get to her before one of the others. After they had left the girl’s in their dorms the damned wolf gloated about his time with Elena. As if what he had reported to Jatter hadn’t been enough to convince him. That Margo had been a delight, for sure. But just looking the green-eyed girl over, he knew he’d made the right decision and was thoroughly looking forward to their time together after breakfast.

She was still tentative in her movements beside him. Occasionally stealing glances up and over to him. His fur was a deep rust, with black stripes varied across him. His face was partially off white that snuck down into his chest. The tiger-man was less broad than Dimo had been, seemingly built for agility and his eyes were a lovely shade of amber. What was it about these creatures that was so fascinating, despite how unsettled she was?

Zag turned his head to catch her looking away again. He growled a chuckle, escorting her into the hall and retrieving their breakfast. This time it was a bowl of warm oats, berries and thick strips of cooked ham. He carried their food to a table and settled at the end of it. The male didn’t even have to say anything or look her way, Elena had already moved to her knees. When their eyes met those familiar words spilled from those pretty lips of hers. Her bowl was settled and he made sure that she leaned forward on her hands to keep her from using them while they ate.

Elena felt a bit of her appetite returning to her and found herself less concentrated on the humiliation of being forced to eat like an animal and request her food each and every time. Perhaps Dimo had been accurate when he suggested that she would get on well around here.
 
Zag was in quite a good mood. After hearing Dimo talk about the green-eyed girl, he knew she was the one he wanted a turn with next. Fortunately, for any freshly-caught girl's acclimation period, only those who had been on the capture mission were allowed to enjoy them until such time as it was deemed the girls were ready to be open to the rest of the men in the camp. For this reason, only the more level-headed and less competative men were taken on such missions, as it universally ended up with less girls than the men taken to captured them. Plus, several of the others were more interested in breaking down the fighting girl's will first, anyway.

So it was with little surprise, but great satisfaction, that he arrived in the dormroom to collect the green-eyed girl while she was still there. But to his greater pleasure, the girl seemed to have already been settling into her proper place; she had immediately addressed him as master when he got to her. That was a good sign. What's more, when they arrived at the mess hall for breakfast, he didn't need to say a single word of command to her; she had already gotten down on her knees as if it were already routine, and when she had looked up at him, said the necessary words to request her food with only the barest hint of hesitation. This was all very good, she was already acting like a proper bitch on her second day.

Zag wanted to reward her for that. He wanted to make her feel very welcome and comfortable, and have her all to himself. He ate his breatfast in silence as he contemplated how precicely he was going to take her, what things he could do to her. He didn't rush his meal, and instead ate at a normal slow pace to savor it. He (like all the other men in the camp) had had enough sex to not just jump into things like starving beasts. They were well sated here.

But, soon enough, he was done with his food, at which point he glanced down to the girl to check on her progress. Also satisfied at seeing she had eaten properly, without her hands, he waited until she appeared done, then collected her plate and desposited both of theirs off with the dishwasher. After that, he led the green-eyed girl out of the mess hall and back to the big "dorm" building.

As it went the morning of yesterday, Zag led Elena down the hallway towards the array of smaller rooms. Again, the sounds of wanton passion could be heard through the wooden walls as Elena was led down the corridor. Zag eventually came to an apparently unoccupied room, at which he opened the door, turned to Elena, and gave her a toothy smile as he pointed inside. Once Elena had walked in, he followed her, and the door closed behind them both, with a guard outside clicking the lock shut.

This room was nearly identical to the room Elena had lost her virginity in. Similar bed in a similar place, similar furnishings, shelves, and a box at the foot of the bed. It would appear they were all stocked the same. Zag looked at the girl before him for a moment, before he spoke up. "You've been a very well-behaved girl, and in such a short time, too. I like that, and appreciate it. I want to reward you, and make you feel nice and comfortable. Strip, then lie down on the bed. I promise you'll like this."
 
Elena was only too happy to take her time lest she upset her stomach. She ate carefully, quietly, and most importantly, without the use of her hands. Heck, she even managed to not get too much smeared on her face like the last few times. Truthfully, she didn’t want to do this. The girl wasn’t an idiot, though. Fighting would only drag things out, make it more difficult on her, like it was on Vivienne. The sooner she just obeyed, the easier it would be. It was just so mentally harsh; this wasn’t the life she was used to. She didn’t want to be a sad, hysterical mess and the girls she had talked to (sort of) the night before seemed more than a little content to be here with these men. Elena actually felt herself to be a little envious of them.

Once Zag had reached down and collected her bowl, she breathed a soft sigh and stood. Following in tow as he dropped off their empty dishes and out of the hall and back toward the building. Elena felt some of that anxiety return. It hurt to admit that Dimo’s touch had made her experience pleasure like she had never known before – despite how she tried to ignore it. A nervous hand brushed a bit of her dark hair from her face, only to have it fall right back to where it was.

Inside she could hear all of the familiar sounds of the males and females in various stages of ecstasy. Elena didn’t look up at that point. Her green eyes followed the path of the floor as she walked, occasionally watching Zag’s tail when it swayed into her sight. His stride was casual, clearly in no rush to bring her into one of these rooms. He was hers for the day after all, to do whatever he liked for as long as he wished. Elena briefly wondered how different Zag would be compared to Dimo. She remembered what he looked like and how he felt… Really how he felt. The flesh between her thighs was still a bit tender, but the warm bath she had had helped quite a bit. Was it going to hurt again this time at first..? She hoped not.

They arrived none too soon. Her eyes met briefly with the guard, a large bear-ish male who waited expectantly for the girl and Zag to enter so that he may lock the door behind them. When she moved in, Elena looked around a bit. It didn’t look too much different than the one she had been in yesterday, not that she was really expecting it to. She stood in the center of the room, turning and looking at Zag as the door closed behind him. Her fingers toyed nervously still with the fabric of the small gown she wore while a moment of silence fell between the two – Zag’s eyes trailing up and down her slender form.

His voice drew her eyes to him, her shoulders relaxing at the praise he offered. It was nice to hear, actually and Elena even dared a small smile for a time. Her pretty face nodded, “Yes, Master,” exiting her lips in a gentle whisper. The girl turned, reaching down and shimmying the fabric up and over her head, granting him the view of her firm backside as she walked toward the bed. Her gown was draped on the box at its foot before she moved to its side to sit down and slide herself back. The movements were familiar, but less shaky than she had been the day before.

Her pert breasts moved enticingly with every breath as she laid comfortably back. Elena traced her fingers over the warm fur-cover beneath her with her eyes remaining on the ceiling. She wasn’t certain if she should be watching him or not… Part of her actually, kind of, wanted to. Instead the girl remained quiet save for her deep, methodical breathing to help keep her calm.
 
Zag's eyes watched the girl before him very intently as she responded to his statements and command. She was certainly the cute kind of sexy without even trying, her little mannerisms keeping Zag quite aroused and eager to play with the pretty thing. She had even gave a tiny smile after he had spoken to her, he was sure that was the first smile she'd had since being captured. Oh yes, she was settling in nicely, and would likely be the first candidate for collaring by his estimation. She then slowly pulled her gown up and off of herself, revealing her entire young, lucious, and nubile body to him before she moved to lie down on the bed. There was a hint of nervousness to her movements, but only a hint; she seemed to already be getting accustomed to what was expected of her.

Zag continued to smile as he looked down on her once she had lay down on the bed, her generous chest cutely rising and falling with her controlled, calming breaths. Zag could scarely wait any longer, he wanted to hear her squeal under him. He started taking steps towards the bed himself, but strangely, he wasn't stripping off his own clothes yet like Dimo had before. As he moved towards the bed, he spoke. "My...such a wonderful girl you are...I'm not sure who's going to love this more, you or me." He said in a sly tone. "I'm a little different from most of the other men around here...I don't just love having my cock deep inside a female, I also like...pleasuring a female..." He had reached the bed, and started to slowly crawl onto the foot of it where Elena's legs were, his body langauge and posture certainly evoking a feline stalking its prey. "I like to hear your screams of ecstacy, feel the squirming of your body beneath my touches...and taste the sweetness of your bliss..." He was now fully on the bed, on his hands and knees, and above Elena's legs, with his head hovering over her midsection. He looked down at Elena's naked sex below him, and licked his lips. "Squeal for me...and give me a treat."

Zag then reached with his hands to grasp Elena's knees, and then with a very firm strength began to pull them apart, spreading her legs and fully exposing her precious mound to him. Then, he...he lowered his head down between Elena's thighs, and drew his tongue up the folds of her slit. Unlike Dimo's tongue from yesterday, which was flat and smooth, Zag's tongue was more like wet sandpaper, though it didn't hurt at all...the tiny barbs and bumps of his tongue were just that much more stimulating. Zag set to work on Elena, pushing his tongue into her, licking along her, and teasing her little clit as he inflicted the attentions of an expert on her, neither too slow nor too intense, gradually building up her involuntary arousal towards a climax. His eyes turned up from between Elena's legs to look into her face, and even with his mouth on her vagina, he was clearly wearing a very smug grin.
 
Elena felt her throat muscles tense as she tried to swallow. Zag moved like the predator he resembled. Even his voice held a hint of a purr that was enticing as it was frightening. The girl tilted her head briefly as he spoke to her, curious as to what he meant. Though she was even more surprised to see that he wasn’t removing his clothing as Dimo had the day before. He was complimenting her, expressing his interests as he crawled up by her feet. She felt torn between continuing to watch his approach up her body and the uncertainty of doing so. Her bright green eyes moved to the ceiling frantically and she could feel her body begin to tremble with his nearness. No one could blame her for being so nervous, but she exhibited no signs of withdrawal or disobedience.

Once he was hovering over her, she found her teeth meeting with her lower lip as he admired her. In her mind she knew what was coming, but it still felt so foreign to her. With his strong paw-like hands pulling her legs apart and exposing her soft folds to his gaze. Elena gasped as the cool air touched the warm and still-sensitive flesh of her naked sex. No longer could she look away. Her eyes fell just as his head lowered and his maw parted to glide that tongue up and over her skin. The girl’s fingers immediately dug into the dark furred blanket she lay atop of. “Oh…” she breathed and a shiver enveloped her entire form beneath him.

She briefly remembered Dimo mentioning wanting to ‘taste’ her… Was this what he had meant? His tongue had only slid along the flesh of her breasts and neck… Even still, it had felt much different; smoother than Zag’s. Elena mewled suddenly as the male tiger took to circling the sensitive nub of flesh hidden at the top of her petals. He was taking his time with her. Paying special attention to areas that would make her hips jump or draw a tiny squeal from her throat. Her heart beat had sped up just a little, her breaths were deeper and she was just beginning to squirm against his hungry maw. The delicious deluge caressing his tongue the more he continued to keep her under his expert oral ministration.

Was this something all men took part in? Sexual conversation was not normally discussed… but surely something like this must have been a most wicked discovery. To be so intimately devoured… it was maddening. It felt like an eternity that he remained between her legs, licking, suckling, kissing, nipping… her pleasure mounting heavy in her belly. A trembling hand timidly moved to the fur of his head, signaling just how close she was. Her nails moved through the soft fur and along his scalp before she grabbed lightly onto him – as if she would otherwise float away. Elena cried out, her voice joining the chorus of the half-dozen other women within the building currently experiencing varying degrees of pleasure. Her slender body tensed and her inner muscles spasmed, hips gyrating desperately against his tongue and mouth as she, literally, rode out her climax.
 
(I am so sorry for the long delay, had a bad bout of writer's block plus final exams!)

Once Zag had gotten started on Elena, he showed her no mercy in his feasting of her femininity. His hands and arms curled around her thighs and kept them held apart, controlling his access to her body as he pleasured her with his tongue and mouth whether she wanted it or not. As he knew it would, Elena's tiny mewls and little physical twitches of bliss drove him pleasantly mad with arousal, though he remained in control of himself.

As he sensed the girl's pleasure mounting beneath him, building up and straining her with its pressure, he felt a brush against his scalp. His ears pricked forward in confusion, before he realized Elena was running her fingers across his head. Things like that normally weren't supposed to be allowed unless the beastfolk gave permission, but Zag had no trouble with it; he knew Elena was just young and new and didn't realize it was a 'dominant' gesture, what with her heavy panting as she grew closer and closer to climax. No, her naivete and the faint whiff of taboo about it only served to send a tingle down Zag's spine. He felt her hand grip him gently as her hips bucked beneath his muzzle, and Zag shivered in pleasure as Elena screamed out her climax, the utterly sensual sound striking a chord deep within the male. Her body could not hold back her climax any longer, and Zag was rewarded with a small splash of Elena's sweet nectar on his mouth.

Zag continued lapping up Elena's orgasm as she came down from the high he had put her through, and when he heard her trying to catch her breath, slowly lifted his head up from Elena's most vulnerable place, and very slowly and deliberately, one limb at a time with all the hunting, stalking demeanor he could muster, began to craw up Elena's naked body untill his clothed crotch and chest were pressed against hers, with each of his arms pressing into the bed on both sides of Elena's head, completely trapping her body with his in a powerfully dominant manner. His damp muzzle was mere inches from Elena's face close enough for Elena to smell the scent of her own arousal, and Zag's eyes stared unblinkingly into hers as, with agonizing slowness, he stuck out his tongue and licked it along his entire muzzle-lips in a single, wide circle, gathering up all of Elena's residue before he closed his mouth and eyes with a very deep hum of pleasure, and opened his eyes again. "Mmmmmmmm.... You taste really good, girl... I love the taste of fresh, new girls..."

Zag remained there, with his body continuing to hold hers in place with both phsyical dominance and masculine magnetism, for a minute longer, simply enjoying his power over Elena. Eventually, however, he began to crawl off of her and moved towards the foot of the bed, then reached over out of sight...where the wooden box must be. "Ready for round two, girl?" There was a rummaging sound, and then Zag leaned back up--with several coils of rope in his hands, and a devilish grin on his face.
 
Elena’s hands slid limply from his head fur. She had no way to know that such a simple action held any significance. The girl was overwhelmed with unexpected pleasure. Her body was still trembling in the after shocks of her post-orgasm delirium. Half-lidded green eyes stared dreamily at the ceiling. Elena couldn’t believe what she had just experienced. It was unlike what Dimo had shown her with his talented hands and certainly not as painful as his penetration had been. No. The taboo of engaging in an act with a beastfolk was upped with the use of this male’s skilled tongue. Expertly teasing and tasting every inch of her sensitive flesh until bucked wantonly up against his mouth.

She closed her eyes, briefly. Breathing slowly, methodically as Zag’s weight shifted on the bed and up her form. Elena wasn’t only inhaling the deep musk of an aroused male, but the sweet, tangy scent of herself. Her cheeks blushed heavily as she witnessed her juices glistening along the fur of his feline muzzle. The display was so very vulgar, her head turning in a display of programmed modesty despite what had just occurred. She couldn’t help but feel so small beneath him and ashamed of her experiences. Taken from a sheltered life of silent propriety this was quite an ordeal for the green-eyed beauty. And her expression shifted into surprise and embarrassment when he licked his lips with almost agonizing slowness.

“T-thank you… Master…” she whispered, breathless. Elena wasn’t sure why, but she had been compelled to respond to his compliment. The tiger was intimidating, having trapped her beneath him like a true predator. She squirmed a little, averting her eyes when she realized it was almost difficult to look up to him without feeling a wide array of emotions.

From yesterday she could only begin to assume what was next. The only difference was that the male was still clothed where as Dimo hadn’t wasted any time gaining cardinal access to her most sacred of places. She hoped it didn’t hurt again… It wasn’t impossible to fathom that she was still sore from having such a well endowed specimen take her virginity.

A few moments after she watched him slide back down from her, she rose up slightly onto her elbows. He seemed to be looking for something in the large trunk on the floor. There was an almost cute-like tilt to her head at his question. Before, that is, he leaned back up with the rope in his hands. Elena could even feel herself pale and her chest grow tight. She had just gotten here after spending several days tied up and blindfolded. The girl didn’t want to be in that position again! Tears already formed in her eyes and she wanted, desperately, to move away from him. It was the visions of her friends from last night that kept her put; Elena didn’t want to be punished.

Despite her instincts and fears of being bound she reluctantly nodded her head. “Y-yes, Master…” Elena whispered, lowering her head quietly as she waited for further direction.
 
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