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Slaves of the Beastfolk (PsionicCuttlefish & Feral.Desires)

As Zag brought the ropes into view, he noticed the color drain from the girl's face and her eyes gloss over, but hardly felt any pang of sympathy. If she was going to survive here, she'd have to get used to this sort of thing. She did, however, shakily say "yes Master" to him regardless of her obvious displeasure at the idea, which was a good start. More evidence to her being a smart one who knew what was best for herself.

Zag slowly approached her, with ropes in hand. "Now now, girl, this isn't gonna hurt...just a way to enhance the fun. Now, behave as I set you up..." He reached out with an empty handed and firmly pressed down between Elena's breasts to make her lie back again, insistently but not harshly. He then pulled himself up and straddled her stomach, keeping her down as he grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them above her head, closer to the headboard of the bed. With one rope, he expertly lashed Elena's wrists together and then tied them to a loop affixed to the headboard. He tugged them once to make sure they were secure, then moved down Elena's naked body to her legs. As before, he pulled her legs apart, bluntly denying her any control over access to her own body, then looped a second rope around one of her knees. After he tied a knot, he pulled the dangling rope sideways and then tied it to a hook on the side of the bed, before he then went and repeated the action with a third rope on Elena's other knee, and pulled that one to the other side of the bed. She was now tied down to the bed, with her arms straight up and both knees pulled sideways, leaving her totally vulnerable to anything Zag wanted to do to her. She had plenty of wiggle room, but could not escape or protect herself.

Zag then sat back and admired his handiwork, practically devouring Elena's body with his eyes. With a lecherous grin, he reached forwad with one nail-tipped finger and brought it to Elena's neck with a feather-light touch, then slowly traced his fingernail down the middle of Elena's collarbone, between her breasts, across her bellybutton, and finally, to her soaking slit, where he then shoved his finger inside her and wiggled it around. "Gods yes...just look at yourself, girl. All spread out and...ready" Zag then actually purred, in a loud, deep, predatory, and undeniably sensual way. "Now, let's see what else we've got here..." Zag removed his slickened finger from Elena and then, once again, leaned over the bed to rummage through the unseen box. Once again he came fully into veiw, this time holding...well, Elena probably couldn't identify the strange polished wooden object right away, but, ultimately it could not be mistaken; it was a wood-carved facsimile of a phallus, though a phallus unlike any that existed, for it was covered in significant rounded bumps and ridges.

And what Zag's intentions were with the object were likewise undeniable as he once again situated himself between Elena's legs, pressed the tip of the wooden dildo to the entrance to her netherlips, then slowly pressed forward, pushing the dildo into Elena's channel. Every bump and ridge could be felt against her inner walls, tickling and stimulating as the carnal tool went deeper inside her. Finally, Zag had pushed it in as far as it could go, at which point he then twisted the handle still outside of Elena's body a little bit, and then pumped it back and forth an inch or so.

Zag was watching Elena's every move and sound to enjoy her every reaction. At the same time, he posed a question to her; "So, tell me, girly...how's that feel inside of you?"
 
His reassurance did little to help coax her into a calm. She was upset and couldn't control the tears that fled her eyes as he insisted that she lay herself back down. With him on top of her there was no where she could go... Not that she would have been able to get very far anyway. By the time he had her wrists tied to the bed, she was trembling beneath him. Elena fought seeking his gaze, hers pleading for him not to do this. She felt as if she was falling apart. Before she had been taken away she always felt so solid, so capable... Now she felt vulnerable, used... tainted. The girl tugged at her hands as Zag moved down and began to situate her legs. He could feel the tension in them as they were pried apart. The male left those freshly deflowered petals completely exposed and she whimpered in response. When he finished, she moved and squirmed pathetically, testing the rest of the binds.

Elena closed her eyes tight while he admired her. The full, heated blush moved from her face and covered nearly every inch of her porcelain skin. Her throat muscles tightened at the feel of his sharp claw as it moved down her neck and traced the length of her nubile body. She was actually restraining herself from sobbing and begging him to let her go... Something told her it would only irritate him and get her nowhere but punished. Especially as he fitted a single digit within her, feeling her inner muscles clench and grip at him. She felt so ashamed, humiliated, to be touched like this. Her pretty face contorted in confusion and turned away. It was actually the deep, rumbling purr that helped earn her gaze again. There was something pleasing in hearing that sound. Those glistening green eyes watched him just as he disappeared over her and back into the chest.

She couldn't quite see what it was he had retrieved at first. It looked wooden, whittled into a strange shape. Her brows raised slightly, then narrowed as she tried to figure it out. Until, that is, he brought himself and the object between her legs. Elena tried to sit up as if she needed to confirm what it was he was doing, but she already knew. "Nnn-" she mewled uncomfortably as Zag began to press it inside of her. It was unlike what she had experienced before. It was cold, hard, and the ridges created a strange sensation the deeper it went. Back and forth, mimicking the firm yet gentle motion of an actual phallus.

Elena frowned and wriggled herself against the bed. Perhaps it was because she was so new to the feeling of being penetrated. Or maybe it was due to the fact that she was tied up and unable to really move, but the young woman did not find enjoyment in this. Her body did not respond the same as it had with Demo's cock or even Zag's tongue. So when he inquired to exactly how it felt... She didn't know if the truth would even matter at all. ...She was the slave, after all.

"...Strange," the girl whispered. "I-It kind of hurts..." It wasn't difficult to discern from the look on her pretty face that her admission was completely honest.
 
As Zag set about tying down and admiring Elena before he brought the wooden dildo to her, he noticed that she seemed to be holding a huge knot of tension balled up inside her, with the way she trembled and choked back sobs. Zag, like most males of the camp, was more than experienced enough with human females to know when they were feeling good and when they weren't. He could also tell how, though Elena was already wet from the tongue-lashing he had just given her, she wasn't getting any more wet with the phallus filling her. When Elena confirmed his suspicion with her answer to his question, he frowned and stopped moving the dildo in her vagina. He was a little confused; Elena seemed fearful of the idea of being tied up but ultimately accepted it with no real fuss, was it still really bothering her that much? If it was, then Elena wasn't going to be in a very good position with the males for much longer if she didn't get over it. But, Zag wanted to be sure of what the problem was.

"...Is that so?" Zag rumbled on a low, but soft voice to Elena. More idly than actively, he continued to slightly twist the dildo back and forth in Elena's channel in a gentle manner, using less motions than he had been, while trying to subtly angle it in ways meant to brush against soft spots as his thumb trailed up to brush against Elena's clit. The motions were all slow, soft, and slight, as Zag wasn't genuinely trying to bring her orgasmic pleasure, just small token actions to keep her feeling the act. As Zag's one hand worked over the dildo and Elena's clit, he slowly leaned his body in and down towards Elena's, letting his bulk brush up and press against her torso. He filled Elena's senses with his presence, with her being able to feel the fluff of his fur even through the shirt he wore, and catch whiffs of his musky smell, one that was spicer but less powerful than Dimo's had been. "If this hurts...why would you say that is? What's wrong?" Zag asked of Elena, again in the low, soft voice, one that wanted her to keep being honest but didn't sound threatening.
 
Glossy eyes stared up at the male tiger, her cheeks blossomed with an impossible blush and features reading of discomfort. Elena wasn't quite sure how to respond. All of this was so new to her. Despite his tone, she still worried about upsetting him. Especially while she was tied up and partially penetrated by the polished wooden phallus. Even now he continued to move it within her. Her hips squirming occasionally as it brushed various degrees of sensitivity along her inner muscles.

"I... I don't know..." She whispered with a deep, shuddering breath. Her eyes closed tightly, Elena unable to look at him while she sought the words to explain. This whole time she had barely said much to anyone since being taken and to be doing so while in such a position, on such a taboo subject... She was still a daughter of propriety, after all. "I-it's not as warm as..." Her voice faded. It wouldn't be difficult for Zag to piece it together though; she was comparing the toy to how Dimo had felt when he took her. That it didn't feel as good as the real thing; it didn't seem to excite her.

She frowned in complete embarrassment, her arms tensing as they attempted to move, having briefly forgotten they were lassoed above her head. "A-and," she stuttered sweetly, "it was nice... Being able to move... Your fur," Elena finally managed to open her eyes again, gazing back up to him. "It's soft..." She had enjoyed the touch of him, the feel of it through her fingers, so much less coarse than Dimo's had been. A tear manage its way out of the corner of her eye to spill down the side of her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Master." What else could she do? Was she supposed to enjoy it? Was there something wrong with her..? It was all so new and she still longed to be home, in her own bed. But from what the women had said, that was a far off dream. Maybe she should have fought like Vivienne... How could she have let herself be so complacent..? Elena had always been the strongest. But at the same time... Zag seemed to so kind to her... There was no real reason to act out. Maybe she wasn't as strong as as she thought she was.
 
As Elena spoke, Zag stopped moving the polished wooden dildo inside her, simply watching her in silence and stillness as she brought herself to explain what she felt. He noted down every little emotion that crossed Elena's face as she tried to talk, where her hesitations were, and puzzled out out her reluctance. He blinked and raised an eyebrow at the end with Elena's teary-eyed apology to him. He took a moment to mull things over in his head, and made a decision. Elena was behaving exceptionally well for a new girl, and that was to be encouraged to continue.

"...I shouldn't be doing this." Zag said as he pulled the dildo out of Elena's pussy and laid it aside before reaching up with both hands to undo the ropes binding her wrists to the bed's headboard. "You're going to have to get used to ropes sooner or later. Lots of the males here like tying their girls up every now and then." With Elena's wrists released, Zag moved to undo the ropes on her legs as well. "It's not a punishment, just a little way to spice things up. But you're behaving so very well, I can tell you're trying very hard even though you don't like it, so I'll ease up on you for now. Besides..." Zag then gave her a sideways smile as he reached forward with one hand, and softly drew a fingertip across Elena's cheek. "as I said before, I want to see you writhe and moan in pleasure, and if that doesn't do it for you, well...I do have other ways..." Zag pulled his hand back, and after just a moment's paused, he reached down to grab the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and off over his head, letting it fall off to the side. His orange, furry, black-striped chest was bared for Elena, allowing for an even closer comparison to Dimo. Zag was leaner and less bulky than Dimo had been, but still definitely had a powerful body, with his muscle tone visibly defined under his fur like Dimo's had been.

"And since you want to be able to feel, then..." Zag said as he began to lean his torso back in over Elena's, while he reached with one hand to take Elena's hand in his own, which he then pressed up against the center of his chest and pushed up slightly so her fingers could feel his smooth fur run through her fingers. Underneath, she could also feel his taut and solid muscles. "...by all means, feel all you want..." With his other hand, Zag reached behind and cupped the back of Elena's head, then leaned in to take Elena's mouth in a slow, deep kiss. That slightly sandpaper-y tongue that had so devilishly worked over Elena's maidenhood now pushed into her mouth to slowly grapple with her own tongue. At the same time, he pressed down his now-bare chest against Elena's skin, and much like she had endured yesterday with Dimo taking her, Elena once again found her body warmly embraced and rubbed between the fur of the blanket beneath her and the beastfolk atop her.
 
He was silent as she spoke to him. It worried her completely. Would she be punished now..? Could he understand that after several days of being tied up and blind folded, she simply could not handle it again. Even if she wasn't free here, was it too much to ask to have use of her limbs. She didn't realize just how much that particular situation effected her. And once Zag began to move she closed her eyes tightly - preparing for a sharp hand across the face. But that never came. Instead the weight on the bed shifted as he leaned up to untie her arms, his voice surprisingly warm as he explained it to her. The tears she had been holding back finally fell as she tilted her head to look up to him. Elena nodded quietly and there was no hiding the appreciation on those glistening and flushed features.

Once freed, her arms were quickly pulled to her bare chest and she shivered as his furred fingers danced along her legs while he began to untie them. "T-thank you," she whispered. With him settled comfortably between her thighs, she wasn't able to draw her knees up like she would have wanted. Granted she had already been quite thoroughly explored, so she wasn't really hiding anything from him. She simply nodded, trying to understand what he explained to her. He continued to be gentle with her. Using the back of his finger, he brushed away a tear and she nearly leaned her cheek into the affectionate gesture. Zag was making it difficult for her to hate him, to hate all of this and all of the others. They stole her from her home! She was a slave! But despite feeling humiliated and sore... This was how she was being treated. For as long as they had been doing it, it appeared that these males absolutely understood the fragility of the many emotions plagued by girls once they were brought here. And Elena was no different. She was scared, anxious and most of all, curious.

Still in his trousers, Zag leaned his bared chest toward her and welcomed her touch with the insistence of his own. Her hand stilled after he let it go, uncertain for the briefest of moments. Elena did want to touch him. It made her feel better in a way. His fur was warm and soft and she could feel the gentle thud of his heart beat. Her second reached up on its own to join the other just as his cupped the back of her head. She looked up at him and before she could think, his feline muzzle was pressed against her lips. A kiss! Dimo had done this to her too. His seemed less restrained than Zag. She had been surprised by the act the first time, unsure just how to react. But this time she mimicked his motions. Her tongue brushed softly to his own, timid still. Barely audible moans muffled between their lips as the kiss grew deeper. Just like she wanted to touch him, Elena melted into such an embrace with relative ease.

Her hands moved through his fur, up over his shoulders and around them. With one tangled in her hair, she felt his other creep down her side and move to wrap around her. The girl arched her back in his grip, pressing her body closer to his own. She had been so afraid with Dimo that she couldn't bring herself to move much. Elena had simply laid there as he did what he wanted. Zag seemed much more inclined to let her explore him, to become familiar with what she was feeling; how else was she going to learn. There was no doubt that the male could scent and feel the change in her. The sweetness of her growing arousal replacing that of her tears. Or the way her body shifted and writhed beneath him. The tease of his claw tips to her skin made her shiver and the way he growled or nipped at her lips made her heart jump excitedly. Elena found it easy to succumb to his growing passions when it obviously enflamed her own.

By the time he broke the kiss with her, she was left panting and trying to catch her breath. Her lips glistening and darker from their use. Elena's expression was almost one of disbelief. She didn't know it could feel like that. It was one thing to lay there while another brought her to orgasm, but it was completely different when she could actively participate. She didn't know if she was really allowed to and determined that it would likely be based off of the males discretion, considering. But Zag seemed to be fine with her so far - if the significant bulge pressed against the inside of her thighs was any indication.
 
Zag curiously noted Elena's reactions to his actions as he tenderly treated her body, making her pliable and molding her to his desires. He saw how she shut her eyes and flinched when he first reached towards her, as if she was expecting him to strike or punish her. He then watched the emotions overwhelm her, the tears flowing over a face of utter relief, when she realized that he wasn't going to harm her. In a way, this was a good thing. Strange as it seemed, the worse a new girl expected to be treated by the beastfolk, the easier she was to break to their will when the reality fell short of the imaginary horrors they terrified themselves with, even if they still weren't being given a real choice in what was happening to them. And even that, as with Elena now, could be corrected in time. With repeated and consistent inflictions of pleasure, of making the girl feel good, they would eventually 'forget' subconsciously that they hadn't chosen this fate because they would stop wanting to get away from it. And from there, the step to complete acceptance and 'willing' submission to the beastfolk was that much shorter, and Elena already seemed to be showing good progress.

Zag took the kiss long and slow from Elena, but still very deep. It wasn't the rapid intensity Dimo had showed her yesterday while forcing her to climax, but was still intentionally a little overpowering in other ways, with how thoroughly he engaged her tongue with his own. He was happy to feel Elena's hands moving through his fur, with a few tiny ripples of pleasure shivering through his body as she did so, until she had wrapped her arms around his neck. This further pleased Zag; whether consciously or not, Elena was letting herself cling to him as an anchor, for security, for comfort in the sea of new experiences she was being given. He could feel her heart beginning to hammer faster, but he knew it wasn't in fear or anxiety--he could feel the way her body shuddered at the thrill of his touches, and more tellingly, he could smell how excited she was getting. Zag luxuriously purred into Elena's mouth through the kiss, letting her know how pleased he was, before he finally broke away to observe her breathless, shocked face. Zag smiled down to her while she still clung to him. He loved that face on new girls, that expression from such unanticipated joy that they never realized was possible.

However, Zag still had himself to satisfy, as his own manhood was ever more demanding of its own attention. While keeping himself propped up on one arm, he reached back over his shoulder with his other to softly rub his hand over Elena's arms and hands. "I do like the way you hold me..." He said, keeping up his warm, appreciative smile. "...but I need a moment to get the rest of my clothes off..." Zag did not rush Elena or try to pry her hands off him, he just kept smoothly rubbing her arms with his furry fingers until she was able to loosen herself up enough to let go. Once she did, Zag knelt upwards, still situated between Elena's legs on the bed as he began to undo the belt of his pants in front of her, before he pulled them down, shifted position on his legs to get them off, and tossed out of the way. Now Zag was revealed to Elena in all his glory. His member wasn't a boiling red like Dimo's had been, but rather a light pink. It also wasn't bulging with veins, but instead looked very slightly fuzzy with the tiny barbs that lined his length.

The tigerman reached down with one hand to lightly stroke his own cock, while his other reached forward so that he could begin drawing a single fingertip in teasing circles around Elena's pussy, with her leg's spread around where he knelt. He thoughtfully hummed to himself for a moment before he spoke. "Dimo already gave you his fingers yesterday...I gave you my tongue today...he did you like this...how about this time you turn over, on your hands and knees..." He said gently, but in the tone of a command. Again, he patiently waited for Elena to obey, however long she needed. Once she had gotten into position, he leaned and crawled forward on the bed, and Elena felt his furry chest over her lower back, which then rose up until he was aligned with her, practically draping his body over her own, but without putting any weight on her. His shaft went between her legs and the sides of it rubbed the outside of Elena's slit, with the little barbs teasing at her, though they didn't hurt. Zag then brought his hands up beneath Elena, and those amazingly furred hands cupped at her breasts. Zag put his head over Elena's shoulder, so that he could whisper into her ear. "Tell me when you're ready for me... he breathed out, before adding on "and...tell me your name..." Then he let out a single quiet but drawn-out purr into her ear.
 
With her eyes closed it almost felt like a dream. A warm embrace wrapped tightly around her. Succumbing to the attentions of a most passionate lover. A man. A man that she could easily give herself to. Noted even more by the soft moans silenced by the tiger man's lips. Her nails continued trail through his luxurious fur and Elena felt herself arch into the firmness of his body. With her eyes closed this very well could have been a man that she could grow to love... But as they opened, they did not reveal the face of a man. At least, not a human man. Still she remained clinging to him, her body trembling as she attempted to catch her breath. His velvety fingers caressing along the length of her arm as he stared, almost approvingly, down to her.

His smile, the way he spoke to her, it made her shy slightly. It was the sweetness in her embarrassment that said: I forgot myself in that moment. A gentle nod of understanding followed as she delicately unwrapped her arms from around him so that he might disrobe completely. Elena knew what was coming, at least she thought she did. Her eyes moved between staring off into the nothing, and catching glimpses as Zag revealed himself to her. He remained between her legs, skillfully tossing aside the final offensive fabrics that separated them. Willing herself to relax as best she could, Elena closed her eyes and exhaled.

Only to be brought back by male's touch. Her slender form jumped at the sensation, her eyes opening wide to see him touching both himself and her. His gaze was penetratingly pensive. Elena nibbled her lower lip as the tip of his claw rubbed, almost dangerously, her clitoris in small, gentle circles. His voice was a bit more husky, a sensual hush, as he gave his command. She sat up slightly on her elbows, a curious look on her otherwise flushed features. On her hands and knees..? Confused, but with no argument, Elena slipped her legs carefully from around him and drew them upward.

Her supple form twisted, the movement surprisingly fluid for someone so nervous. The position felt strange to her. She was completely exposed and vulnerable to Zag's desires. It was awkward, unnaturally balanced with how she forced her weight up instead of easing herself down. That is, until the heat of his body, the tickle of his fur, ran along the backs of her thighs, buttocks and back. Elena gasped, easing the distribution on her arms to a slight downward arch. Her fingers gripping the fur blanket beneath them. The young woman had not been prepared for this... It felt... Wonderful. To have his body both protectively and dominantly over her own. His large paw-like hands holding her breasts, her excited nipples pressing into the soft of his palm. The way his length brushed teasingly along her folds. Her skin glistening with excitement and arousal he created. Zag would hear the tremble in her breaths, trying to make sense of everything she was feeling as his words moved hotly over her ear.

Then her head hung forward slightly, a gentle sob, something akin to relief, escaping her alongside a few tears that moved down her cheeks. He wants to know her name... How would something so simple cause such a reaction..? It was the first 'normal' thing to occur since she'd been taken. No one had bothered to ask her name before this. It made her... Happy.

"Elena..." She whispered back to him. He could feel the tension almost completely disappear from her. Of course she had not forgotten the first part of his demand. This time, she felt ultimately more prepared, but unsurprisingly timid as she spoke those words for him. "I-I'm ready, Master."
 
Zag continued to be pleased with Elena's behavior. She was shy, timid, hesitant, but ultimately obedient to his commands. The obedience was key. She was hesitant now, but anyone's mind could grow accustomed to almost any situation given enough experience. And that's just what Elena was going to get: experience. Now and in the days ahead, she was going to get experience in getting fucked by many different big, strong beastmen. As long as she remained obedient, she would be safe and cared for. As Elena moved to comply with getting on her hands and knees and Zag draped himself over her, he was sure that Elena was going to be the first candidate of the new batch of girls for collaring and breeding, the true reason why the beastfolk were performing these abductions. No breeding would be happening just yet, however.

The top of Elena's body seemed to instinctively lower down in response to Zag draping himself over her, which had the effect of raising her ass up further, which pleased Zag--he'd get a better angle of penetration. After he asked for her name, he heard a single soft choked sob from Elena, and when he tried to get a look at her face he saw a few fresh glistening lines leaking from her eyes, but her expression was not one of terror or fear or pain...her tears seemed to come from some great relief. Zag surmised that it was because he just asked her name. It was unlikely to be because he was about to penetrate her. He curiously noted that in his mind, that it had a profound effect on Elena that she was treated somewhat like a person and not as a piece of meat to fuck and breed. Well...she'd eventually get some of the first part of that, at least. "Elenaaah.... Zag rumbled long and heavily huskily in her ear, as he felt the tenseness in her body bleed away, feeling her relax beneath him. He started lining up his cock with her pussy, as he said "Nice name..." Then, without further warning, he began to push his hips forward. Her virginity was already broken, so there was no need to be quick about it.

Elena felt her slit spread and pushed open by a warm, firm rod of flesh, that then began pushing deeper and deeper into her pussy, making her slowly feel the male, how big and powerful he was to take her with so little effort. As he slowly pushed his hips down, Zag exhaled a long, hot, purring breath in Elena's ear, a contended sigh of how good he felt. Down inside her his cock went, until Elena felt furry hips come to rest against her bare ass. Then Zag started pulling out. It was an incredible thing, with the barbs on his cock making themselves known. They weren't painful, they were flexible--tickling and scratching and stimulating her inner walls in ways the naïve female could have never imagined. "Ooooh..." Zag inhaled a breath as he pulled out, until just his cockhead was inside Elena's pussy. "How'd you like that, Elena?" Zag softly whispered into her ear. "...you want it again?" He asked after a few moments as he wiggled his hips from side to side slightly, stirring his cockhead in Elena's pussy.
 
IElena bit her lip to hide her nervous smile. She couldn't believe how it felt just to hear her name. Let alone be said in such a way... That deep, sensual purr Zag's tone had taken on once he mounted her. Even as he remained just on the edge of completely penetrating her, the relief she felt went a long way. With her muscles relaxed, her body waited patiently to accept him. And she was certainly not kept waiting long. He was slow in his entry. Allowing her feel every inch as it passed over an spread her warm, moist inner walls. Still so new to such an experience, she involuntarily tightened herself around him, her muscles flexing around his thickness until he was completely inside of her.

The heat of his fur enveloped her trembling body. Elena finally releasing the breath she had been holding in the form of quietly surprised moan. Comparatively, the girl was much more receptive than she had been the previous day. Zag helped ease her into all of this, where Dimo's method had been orgasming her into compliance. None of the beastmen would be the same in their methods. Had her mind not been concentrating on the blissful stimulation he provided, her thoughts might have wandered to what she had to look forward to. Followed by criticizing herself for wanting to know. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. But there was little convincing herself of that when he suddenly began to draw himself out of her.

Elena's arms very nearly lost their support as the sensation escalated. The girl gasped and mewled, her head lulling forward as her body tried to process just what it was she was feeling. She trembled delightfully beneath him. He could feel her try to press herself back down on him, a reaction he had certainly received multiple times from his temporary lovers. They were always so desperate for another taste once they had experienced the delicate barbs for the first time. Of course his grip on her prevented her from doing so. To which there was an almost disappointed whimper.

No, he held her there. Barely keeping himself within her entrance. Shifting his hips teasingly while he whispered to her. He wanted to know how she liked it, but there were no words for her to express the overwhelming sensation. As if her uncontrollable moans hadn't been enough of an indication. She nodded her head then, his purring in her ear causing goosebumps to creep up her already lightly glistening skin. "...Yes," she whispered huskily back. "Please, Master... Again." And again, and again, and again... Elena couldn't recall a time she wanted something so badly. The growing intensity very nearly had her on the edge of orgasm already.
 
Zag sighed softly to himself as he heard Elena's delightful moan when he finished entering her. She was succumbing, oh yes. Zag grinned behind her head, where she couldn't see, as he pulled out of her and felt her nearly collapse beneath him from the sensation. He even felt her hips trying to move back to get him back inside her! Zag had rarely been on a capturing expedition and so got the chance to fuck a girl before she was collared and declared "open" for the camp, but whenever he was a girl's first time with a feline, he usually got similar reactions from his girls. That Elena was acting this way, on her second fuck? This early? She was succumbing hard. Zag was totally sure now that Elena would be the first candidate for collaring and "open season", with how easily she was getting accustomed to things whether she wanted it or not.

The tiger-man's grin widened further as he heard Elena whisper back to him in a heavy, husky, sexy fuck-me voice, asking him to do her again. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Elena may not have realized it, but she was displaying model behavior for such a new girl. Zag was only too happy to give her exactly what she now wanted, craved. Zag moved his muzzle closer to Elena's ear until his lips were touching it, letting Elena feel his furry face and hot breath even closer than before as he continued speaking in a similarly lusty voice. "Absolutely, Elena...if you want it again...that's exactly what you will get..." Zag positioned himself, and then pushed his hips back against Elena's, until he was hilted in her in three seconds--an eternity for sex. He then pulled out at an equal speed, again making Elena feel those amazing barbs. Then in, and out. And in...

Zag settled into a nice, smooth, gentle rhythm, keeping his warm, naked, furry body pressed over Elena's back. His strong, furry hands squeezed and groped Elena's breasts, massaging and kneading them deeply. Every now and then, he went after her nipples with soft pinches and pulls with his tufted fingertips, or dug his fingers into her nipples, then returned to rubbing his palms over them. Gradually, he began to increase the pace of his fucking, and all the while, he paid careful attention to Elena's reactions, gauging how much she was enjoying it. It was his own turn-on, he liked it when a female enjoyed herself, especially when she claimed to not want it. He liked turning girls into needy sluts. "Squeal for me....sing for me..." He whispered to her, before one of his hands left her breasts and went down between her thighs, where he was pumping his cock in and out of her, stimulating her inner channel with his barbs all the while. His fingers found her clit, which he captured and rubbed with his velvety fingers. "Tremble for me...dance for me..."
 
Every withdrawal left her with an overwhelming sensation that spread throughout her entire body. Elena felt as though she was falling apart. Piece by piece her defenses were being removed in time with the movement of his hips. There was no fighting something so real and there was no masking her enjoyment. Each tiny moan and gasp that touched Zag's ears seemed only to stir him forward. She knew it was wrong, but why then did it feel so amazing..? The movement of her body melted into his own, synced in perfect rhythm. His words, hot against her ear, made her tremble. While his steadily increasing pace nearly made her lose her mind. Her reactions were nothing short of pure art.

And those skillful hands... They played her like a finely tuned instrument. Velvety fingers, tipped in dark claws that remained just barely retracted. Either knowingly or unknowingly threatening the sensitive flesh of her breasts with each firm touch. His pinches eliciting the most dulcet of cries from her pretty lips. The tension was already building up in the depths of her core. Her excitement glistening along his length and matting the fur at his sheath.

Her green eyes opened lazily, watching their shadows mesh against the headboard and wall. Their forms a most carnal sight. She felt one of his hands as he spoke to her, sliding intently down her belly. Its destination made her thighs quiver. "Nngh..." Her teeth met with her lower lip hard enough that she almost unintentionally drew blood. He rubbed her in time with his thrusts, taking expert care in his ministrations. Every little thing he did was aimed at drawing out her pleasures as well as his own. Elena arched up slightly, then. Her pretty face tilted into his and kissed him desperately.

With Zag so eager to oblige, their tongues met in a passionate dance within their mouths. Her moans were barely silenced and she could feel the vibrations of his growling purrs. It was then, after what felt like an eternity, that she finally crumbled. Her lips left his only to cry out against him. Those delicate inner muscles gripping down and spasming across every delicious inch of him. It was a tingle that moved rapidly up her spine until it finally exploded. Elena felt almost light headed in her euphoria. Her worries and reservations temporarily forgotten in the moment. With her features flushed and her lips parted, a gentle glisten of perspiration lining her skin, there was no sight more stunning.
 
With his darting, stroking fingers, Zag played Elena with all the skill of a musician, eliciting exact moans, squeals, and shivers from her with every deliberate touch while his cock pumped away at her pussy. The tiger man was purring, loud and strong, into Elena's ear. He had her utterly helpless beneath his broad, furry body, his expert sexual ministrations ensuring that she couldn't want to escape him even if she were capable of doing so. It turned him on so hard, gave him such a rush, to have this power over a female. He didn't pleasure females out of any sense of generosity or altruism, but because it was something he truly enjoyed, forcing a female to enjoy herself despite whatever her personal feelings might be, proving that he was a master of her body more than she.

So well was he overriding Elena's body with pleasure and need that, entirely of her own volition, she turned her head and put her lips up to his purring mouth. Zag was only too happy to return the kiss, deeply and passionately, attacking with his tongue while purring into her mouth as she moaned into his. Her every moan was the sweetest ambrosia on his tongue, another piece of herself and her reluctant mind that he sucked out of her. Relentlessly he undulated his back and rolled his hips, faster and faster, claiming Elena's body for himself more and more with every stroke. Finally, Elena could take no more of him. He allowed her to break the kiss, and watched the ripples across her face as her mouth made a little 'o', her eyes glazed and rolled back, and she wailed as she reached her climax. Zag loved seeing that face on a female.

The beautiful sight of watching Elena crumble to pieces beneath him combined with her soaking pussy clenching hard down on his cock finally brought an end to him as well. Both Zag's hands stopped giving attention to Elena, and he instead crossed his arms around the human female's waist, hugging her by her hips as his heavy torso forced her own upper body down into the furred blanket covering of the bed. Zag finished off by humping Elena, rapidly and animalistically, rutting his hips and pounding her pussy hard with his barbed cock, his balls wetly slapping her pussy while drawing out her orgasm with every tug and scratch on her inner walls. At last, Zag shoved his hips forward, and Elena, for the second time in her life, felt the sensation of a male finishing inside her: that bloom of thick, sticky warmth deep in her core that was a male planting his seed in her, unquestionably making her his.

Spurt after spurt he emptied into her, until he was spent, after which he leg his legs slide out and he pressed Elena's hips down into the bed with his, trapping her facedown on the bed in another cocoon of furry warmth. His hands crept between the bed and her chest to grope at her squished breasts again, while he was purring his loudest yet with his head just behind Elena's. She then felt his face start nuzzling into the back and side of her neck, licking and kissing her, vibrating her with the strong purrs, then finally sucking on her skin as Zag found a good spot. With his cock still lodged in her--every little movement from both of them so much as breathing causing a slight tug on her inner walls with his barbs, giving her twinges of pleasure--Zag held Elena entrapped by his body much like Dimo had as she rode off the afterglow with him. Eventually after he'd given her enough time to recover and come back to her senses, no longer under the delirious and mind-addling fog of sex and really begin to mentally take in what she just went through, he stopped sucking on the skin of her neck. A little hickie was left behind, and he then purred into her ear while he whispered in a deep, sultry male voice. "So, how do you feel...Elenaaah..."
 
Her orgasm had every inch of her body on alert, super receptive to his touch. The soft bristle of his fur, the firm touch of his claw tipped fingers... She felt absolutely helpless, lost to her pleasure; her whole body left trembling even as he wrapped his arms around her and held her small frame to him. The increase of his thrusts causing her to almost yelp in surprise. Her inner walls felt so sensitive, the length of fleshy barbs moving rapidly against them only increasing that sensation.

Elena was panting, trying to catch her breath only to loose it again in the form of a moan or gasp. So tight was she wrapped around him, she could've felt the slight swelling just before he exploded within her. He throbbed against her, sticky ropes of white heat filling her up. Her hips moved, pressing back as if to keep him as deeply within her as possible. It felt as if his own climax lasted nearly as long as hers. She couldn't even tell if her own had gone, even. Tiny tremors of residual euphoria gripping her as their bodies sank effortlessly against the bed.

Her dark hair sprawled wildly around her shoulders, pushed out of the way by his suckling muzzle as he kissed and nipped at the tender flesh of the back of her neck. Elena responded with the gentlest of sighs, her head resting against her arms before turning off to the side. Lazy eyes staring at the far wall. She wouldn't be able to recall just how long they remained like this, bathing in the warmth of one another's forms. His mouth lavishing her cooling skin with affection. But the sound of his voice against her ear disturbed her reverie.

How did she feel..? Zag was the first to inquire. She felt a heaviness in her chest then. All of her emotions came flooding back. Her eyes threatened with tears that she quite surprisingly held back. Did he actually care..? The question was posed on her lips but did not make it. Her expression softened and he could feel her shoulders shift slightly several moments later. "I... I don't know." Of all of the ways she felt, confusion was likely the most accurate. She wanted to be angry, hurt, but then part of her felt good. She felt good about being hurt..? That couldn't be right. Elena was tired, there was still so much she didn't understand. Her jaw tightened as she fought an inner battle with herself. One that might not be so quick to end. She wasn't about to lash out, but there was no one she could truly confide in... Even her friends, who she had not even seen. They were likely going through the same. All of them needing to work it out on their own.
 
Zag happily listened to Elena's soft, mumbling, contented moans as they both basked in the afterglow of sex. He just couldn't get enough of hearing the signs that he had successfully taken control of a woman's pleasure and turned it against her. And of course, as a side benefit, another girl satisfied. Or...so he thought. When he asked his question, he felt Elena's body tense up a bit beneath him, and she eventually muttered out a less than perfect answer. Oh well, no matter, it was too much to expect she'd be fully broken in by now, it was still too early. Even though, Zag could still do his job to encourage it along.

He redoubled the efforts of his hands groping at Elena's breasts, making sure to rub his thumbs over her nipples as he wiggled his hips a little to stir his barbed cock in her cunt. To complete the effect, he put his mouth just behind her ear and gave Elena a single long and powerful purr to fill her mind before he spoke. "You don't know?" he asked softly, before he purred again in her ear while continuing his groping. "I know....and I know you liked that. You wanna know how I know?" Another purr in her ear before he spoke again. "You weren't just squealing, you were singing, just like I wanted you to. Singing like a bird. All girls only sing like that when they feel that good. And that's alright. It's okay. It's a good thing. It's not wrong to feel good about things, huh? Just relax and enjoy it...besides, you did ask me to do you..." Zag whispered with another wiggle of his hips before he went mostly still again, just idly fondling Elena's breasts with his hands between her chest and the bed.

Zag kept Elena there, lying on top of her, for a little while longer while he purred and groped. Eventually however, he yawned and propped himself up, finally relieving the pressure of his body on Elena. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out of Elena with his semi-softened cock, with the barbs still wiggling against her inner walls as he pulled out. Both their crotches were a mess of their leaked juices, and Zag got off the bed to retrieve two rags, one which he tossed to Elena. "Go on, clean yourself up and get dressed. We're done here for today. Got a few hours 'till lunch, so I'm going to take you to get settled in with Mama Cathy." Zag said as he wiped off his crotch, declining to elaborate on who this 'Mama Cathy' was. After that, Zag then donned his pants and shirt again, waited for Elena to put back on her simple gown, then led her on out of the room.

Yet again, they walked through the hallways of doors, with moans and cries of pleasure sounding from behind each closed door. After a short walk, they were out of the main 'dorm' building that dominated the small town of sorts. Again, Elena could see the becoming-familiar sight human females and beastfolk males walking from place to place, the human females almost never unescorted, while several walked with gravid bellies. Zag took Elena to what looked like a crafting area, under large awnings and umbrellas. Several girls were working together sewing what looked like more clothes like the gown Elena wore, some were working pottery and ceramics to make dishes and bowls, while a few females were working on carpentry of all things. These and several other crafting activities were all going on in this wide area that was also near the kitchens, with the communal mess hall a little ways beyond that. But of all the females, there was one that stood out; a middle-aged light-brown-haired human woman, moving from table to table, obviously supervising all the other girls as they worked. She wore the nicest and fanciest gown that Elena had seen in the entire camp yet. She was also walking around with a very pregnant belly, looking full-term and ready to give birth any day now, the kind of belly that should have her bedridden or at least taking it easy, yet she moved easily and gracefully as if her belly didn't hinder her in the slightest. She also had a very large, matronly bust that had clearly been producing milk.

"Mama Cathy!" Zag waved to her, and the woman made her way over. "Got one of the new ones for you." He said as 'Mama Cathy' stopped in front of the pair of Elena and Zag.

"Thank you Zag my boy, I'll take it from here. Carry on." The woman spoke in a brusque, fussy manner, one that was confident in herself. In fact, it sounded like she was talking down to Zag, like she had just given him an order. And yet, despite the clear reversal of the expected dynamic between beastfolk and their slaves, Zag treated it as if it was normal, simply nodding and smiling to the woman before turning to leave. The woman then turned to look Elena up and down, and Elena felt as if she was being examined and critically judged by the woman. Elena could also see the woman's own collar close-up, the first time seeing one of the collared girls this close. 'Mama Cathy's' collar was the most extravagant Elena had seen yet, actually studded with tiny jewels and very elegant embroidery, with fancy complicated letters spelling out "CATHERINE" on her collar.

"Hello there dear, what's your name?" Mama Cathy suddenly said to Elena. "Come, tell me, is there anything you can do? Sew? Cook? Clean dishes, at least? Anything else?" She said in a motherly but expecting manner while putting her arm around Elena and bringing her more among the tables where women--and even one or two beastfolk--were working on various projects. The men were working leather with some assistance from females, and Mama Cathy actually checked up on their progress, with the men deferring to her. One thing was for sure, Mama Cathy was a woman who knew how to take charge of things.
 
Elena cleaned herself up and dressed quietly. She thought about her experience with Zag... She thought about what he said to her. It sounded rehearsed, manipulative. Like he had said it to the girls before her. All the Beastfolk here. Convincing them that this is what they wanted. That this was far better than their old lives. The ones they had been taken from. Maybe it was true in some cases. Elena still wasn't so sure. She had a life of luxury, if only emotionally empty. Love and affection were absent then just as it was now. These males didn't love her... They were just using her. Physically it was indescribable, but it left her in mental ruin after. Not even the sweetness in Zag's purr could bring her out of it.

At least it's warm out, she thought as her bare feet touched the soft, sun kissed grass outside. Her fingers brushed through her dark tresses as she followed her temporary Master to this 'Mama Cathy'. She wondered briefly what this woman would be like. Otherwise her gaze found itself intently on the ground as they walked. As a new girl, she caught the attention of several Beastfolk that they passed. By now Demo's experience with her had made the rounds and it was highly unlikely that she would be left alone long once she was 'open' to them. Those anxiously waited to see those exotic eyes and supple curves looking up at them from her knees. She completely avoided looking at them for now, particularly the pregnant females. It fascinated and frightened her. Just one more thing she just couldn't deal with right now.

Her fingers played with the ends of her hair. An almost innocent, withdrawn gesture as she continued to keep close to, but slightly behind Zag. It wasn't until he slowed down and called out toward an older, heavily pregnant woman, that she finally lifted her head. She looked so natural. As if this sort of life was perfect for her. Surely she had been one of the first women here. Come to think of it, Elena didn't recall seeing any children. Or hearing them. How recent was all of this started..? The idea was suddenly painful - what child would want to see their mother treated like a piece of meat? Would they take the children away from them? Elena paled suddenly. She couldn't think of this now. Didn't want to.

Zag left her there without so much as another gesture toward her. She felt sheepish and didn't bother to watch him walk away. Her hands fell limply to her sides while the woman looked her over. Ever since her arrival she had been scrutinized, made to feel completely insecure. "Elena..." She answered quietly. Not all of the girls here lived a life like she had. Elena had been exceptionally privileged. Many skills escaped her. If it weren't for her hobbies, she might have just wound up completely useless among the others. "I can sew," she added. "A-and clean, I guess." Cleaning didn't exactly take much thought. Sewing, however, she made many of her own outfit. Not because she couldn't afford them, or because she lacked the seamstress to do so, but because se enjoyed working with fabrics. She loved colors, loved the intricacies of patterns and corsets... Ribbons, lace and silk. Not that she would get high quality materials here, but it was another step closer to normalcy. Like any of them though, Elena was uncertain about confiding any unnecessary information. Hell, aside from directly answering questions she barely spoke much at all since she'd been taken.
 
"Sewing and cleaning. Good enough for now. You might want to pick up another skill sometime." Mama Cathy said crisply as she took Elena under her arm. She then seemed to notice Elena's barefootedness. "Oh, those forgetful brutes. You there! Fetch me some moccasins from the storehouse!" The lady barked at another girl walking by, who nodded at Mama Cathy and scurried off. "The more useful you are, the less you need to satisfy the boys." Mama Cathy explained, continuing her train of thought right where she left off before calling for shoes as she steered Elena over to a table with two other girls working on sewing some clothes together. The girls seemed adequate at it, but not very fast. Mama Cathy sat down at the table, mindful of her swollen belly, and joined in with the other seamstresses. "Come Elena, can you join in? Here..." Mama Cathy passed a thimble, sewing needle, thread, and a piece of the garment-to-be. "Making a simple gown here, you know what to do?" The middle-aged lady eyed Elena critically as she started in helping.

Once Elena was settled in, Mama Cathy started sewing, very expertly, quickly, and efficiently, far better than the other two girls were doing. "They could use more potters." Cathy said to Elena, again continuing an earlier thought. At the same time, the girl from earlier arrived with two padded slippers and passed them to Elena so she could get them on her feet, then left. "Or carpenters. What they really need though, is people working in the forge to make the nails and door hinges they need for new buildings. But you need to earn their trust before they'll let you work wood or especially iron. If you're good at learning plants and can carry a bit of a load, you could join the food-gatherers." Mama Cathy rattled off to Elena, continuing on with more jobs she could do. The woman was talking to Elena more than anyone had since Elena's capture, and it seemed she was doing it to help put Elena at easy by discussing mundane things with her. Eventually, Cathy looked at the other two seamstresses, who at this point were mostly slowing down Elena and Cathy. "You two, take a break." Mama Cathy said to them, and both girls nodded and got up--one of them revealing a very slight baby-bump on her belly as she stood.

Once Mama Cathy and Elena were alone, Mama's voice lowered a bit and got softer as she turned her head to Elena slightly. "How are you holding up, child?" She asked with a gentle, coaxing voice, trying to get Elena to open up a little and talk to someone about what she was going through. "The men are treating you well enough, I hope. I'm partly to thank for that, I watch over all the girls in this camp, make sure you're getting fair-enough treatment. They could be much worse than they are, believe me. But if you ever have trouble with any of them, you come to me. I speak for all the girls here, the men do listen to me most of the time, as long as I keep things reasonable." She said all this without skipping a beat on her sewing.

Mama Cathy waited for Elena's response, remaining silent for a little bit to let Elena talk if she wanted. But before Mama Cathy could respond, a pained feminine cry suddenly split the air. Mama Cathy's head snapped up and she paused in her work. Off in the distance, there was a heavily-pregnant female hanging on the arm of a beastfolk who was holding her up and looking at her with concern, while she was nearly collapsing to her knees. On the dirt ground beneath her, there was a dark patch between her legs. The fox-beastfolk Jatter suddenly came storming out of a small lodge, took one look at the girl, and raised his voice. "Get her to the birthing tent. Fetch the Wise Woman!" He said, his tone ever-so-slightly bored as if he had said this many, many times. Indeed it seemed like he had, since before he had even finished speaking, several beastfolk converged on the crying girl and carefully picked her up together, lifting her up and carting her away to a large tent, while another beastfolk scurried off to another tent at the very edge of the village. But before he arrived, a beastfolk was emerging from the furthest tent and heading for the 'birthing tent' that the pregnant girl was taken to. And this was to be a surprise for Elena; the newest beastfolk was female, the first one Elena had seen since arriving. She was a wolf, but was also an old crone. She was wrinkled, greyed, and hunched, and leaned on a wooden walking-stick that was as gnarled as she was. As she passed by the 'leader' of the town, she waved her staff at him. "I've told you before Jatter, I'm going blind, not deaf. I can hear the squeals of a bitch needing to birth her pups in my sleep." The fox-beastfolk just nodded with a "Yes, ma'am." as the 'Wise Woman' entered the tent. A few minutes later, the cries of the female became much more subdued, sounding much less pained.

Mama Cathy resumed her sewing, though she looked over at Elena again, waiting to see if Elena had any thoughts on that subject she wanted to volunteer, but not pressing her at the moment.
 
Elena sat down at the gentle insistence of Mama Cathy. She quietly mulled over the idea of learning something new. Especially if it meant she would be spending less time on her back, she would gladly do anything. She was far from being an idiot, things came easy enough to her. While Cathy demanded she be brought moccasins, Elena watched the two girls currently sewing. Neither one looked up at her, concentrated on their work... Which, Elena noted, wasn't quite as good as it could be. The one's pattern seemed to have been cut poorly, the other had loose stitching. Glancing up to the older woman as she continued suggesting the various jobs, she nodded.

Pottery and using a kiln were just as bad as her cooking, so she didn't know how adequate she'd be at those. However the idea of working the forge struck a bit of her fancy. When she had been younger she would sit and watch the men in the small forge at her estate. Horseshoes and other necessary items, usually. Though one of the craftsmen was responsible strictly for supplying her father with beautiful weapons. And while it would take some learning and patience, Elena wondered if maybe she would be best suited to it. But as Mama Cathy said, it was unlikely... The Beastfolk needed to trust her and she had only just arrived. She slipped her feet into the soft padded leather shoe, they fit well enough, tiny drawstrings allowed for them to have a little give or be tightened as necessary - it was better than nothing for now.

While she continued to muse to herself, her fingers began to move expertly along the hems of the fabric. Threading a needle was like second nature to her, still and she set to work quite easily and without any prompting. She hardly noticed when the other two were dismissed. Cathy continued to speak to her though, asking how she felt, explaining her role within the camp. She was the one who looked after the girls... It took a moment, Elena finally gazing up from her work while her hands continued to move. "I'm..." She wouldn't finish the thought though. The young woman's cry interrupting her with the telling sound of labor.

Her green eyes darted to its source and her brow furrowed as she watched it all transpire. The available men in the area were quick to help her, Jatter having come out of nowhere calling for someone. For a moment, Elena had thought he was referring to Cathy, but when she didn't budge, she could only begin to wonder who he meant. The answer was far more surprising. The elderly wolfess clambered down the dirt path toward the laboring girl. It was the first female Beastfolk she had seen. Obviously there had been some at one time... What happened then..? How could there be no more? Why did they suddenly have to take their place? It made her a little angry. If this is how they treated their women, she could see why... The thought was a bit cruel, and she felt almost immediately sorry for it. Focus on your work, it's none of your business.

Elena hissed in pain suddenly. Her hands bore the brunt of her current anxieties as she looked back down. The needle had stuck her index finger and blood beaded up at sight. "I'm sorry." She quickly responded as if she had done something wrong, before placing the tiny wound up to her lips. Her eyes met briefly with Mama Cathy's before she went back to concentrating on the simple frock in her lap. It was clear in those few seconds that Elena had a lot going on internally. Her face was blushed and the tension in her limbs was obviously from stress. Yet still she worked and rather efficiently at that. But the girl either didn't want to speak or dreaded doing so for fear of punishment. As well behaved as she was, holding so much in left her on the brink of an emotional meltdown. Elena wanted to open up... But part of her remained skeptical - was it some kind of trick? Did this woman have an ulterior motive? Regardless, she suddenly felt overwhelmed with everything going on around her.
 
Mama Cathy noticed how slow Elena seemed to be to respond to her question, though it also sounded like Elena had worked up enough courage to say something. The interruption of the girl going into labor (and on second thought, wasn't the girl's face a little familiar? That 'Victoria' girl from last night, that's who she was...) sent Elena clamming right back up in her shell, a little to Cathy's disappointment. And it didn't take Cathy's experience and perception to notice how, as Elena witnessed the beginnings of labor, the younger girl was a riot of barely-contained emotions. It wasn't healthy to keep it all inside like that, but Cathy couldn't press Elena. She'd have to open up only when she was ready.

When Elena also pricked her own finger accidentally, Mama Cathy was quick to reassure her. "Oh, don't worry dear, it's quite alright. Slow down a little, focus, you're fine. There's nothing you have to apologize about." Cathy said comfortingly, reaching over with one arm to drape it over Elena's shoulders and give her a small squeeze before returning to her own work on the garments. In the distance, the sound of the crying female picked up for a moment before again quieting down. Mama Cathy gave a sidewise glance to the tense, nervous Elena and sighed. "Yes...that's going to happen to you, too. No way around it. It's not as bad as it sounds, though...and it won't last forever. The beastfolk will let you go, someday, when they've gotten enough use of you. Usually after your third litter. That's something you can look forward to. Unless, of course, you choose to stay or even go to their home with them." The woman calmly explained, before pausing her sewing work and looking down at her belly, patting it. "I'm still here because I've got the rest of you girls to look after. And this is my seventh litter, in case you were wondering." Mama Cathy set herself as an example to Elena, while not expecting that Elena would ever want to stay a minute longer than she had to, at least putting the idea in Elena's head that the situation isn't all bad, that there would be an end to it someday.

On and on Cathy worked with Elena on the gown for another hour as the sun rose closer to midday in the sky. Girls and beastfolk came and went from the crafting tables, until three beastfolk in particular--a wolf, a horse, and a badger--came walking by Elena and Cathy's table. They noticed Elena's lack of a collar, and licked their lips and eyed her hungrily, with the wolf-man stepping forward a bit. Mama Cathy looked up. "Hey! Boys!" She barked sharply at them, getting them all to stop in their tracks. "Eyes off the new bitch, you know the rules." Mama Cathy said commandingly...before a grin spread across her face and she turned her body a little to show off her curves to them. "Besides, a new bitch doesn't know how to please you. You know I'll have you on your backs and howling to the moon all night long. Ah-wooo, ah-woooo." Cathy said, making mock wolf-howling sounds as she fluttered her eyes flirtatiously at the wolf in front and licked her tongue sexily across her lips. The three beastfolk men backed off, two of them chuckling a bit as they started walking away...though the third one, the badger, Elena noticed giving her lingering looks over his shoulder with an ominously lecherous look on his face.

After working some more on the gown, suddenly, there was another yelp of pain from the birthing tent...and then, much tinier cries filled the air. It was a little like a baby's first cry in the world, but more like puppy whining. Mama Cathy smiled knowingly as she didn't stop threading her needle for a moment. Shortly after, Zag returned to pick up Elena for lunch. Cathy told Zag to take Elena to the dishwashers after she was done eating. The tiger-beastfolk led Elena to the mess hall where many beastfolk and females were getting their food. While there weren't any couples heavily making out like there had been once yesterday, a handful of girls were cozied up to their companion beastfolk. One girl was with a shirtless beastfolk, and was clinging tightly to his arm while she buried her face in his furry chest, evidently enjoying how he felt while he ate with his other arm. And, distasteful though it was, Zag made Elena go through the same eating procedure as before. Down on the ground, ask 'master' for her food, eat with no hands like an animal. All reminding Elena of her place in the hierarchy, that she must obey the beastfolk.

Zag did not antagonize Elena during this, and lunch was mercifully short but filling. After Elena was done eating, Zag collected the bowls and led Elena into the kitchens of the mess hall, where some beastfolk and females were washing dishes in water-filled tubs. Here Zag left Elena to be directed by the other beastfolk, washing the dishes that the people of the village had just finished using for lunch, yet another quick change of pace to something more mundane from the demeaning actions she had just been made to take. Elena was told to wash this, pick up that, empty this tub, stack those plates, and so on in the busy bustle of chore-work. But eventually, one of the overseer beastfolk put two buckets in Elena's hands. "Go fill these with water from the pump outside, then bring them back to fill the tubs." He said curtly before turning to deal with another flare-up of work.
 
I wasn't. Was the first thought that entered her head as Cathy divulged just how many litters she had given birth to while here. Elena's eyebrows had risen a little a bit later. Where are they? She had briefly caught mention of there being another 'home'. So this place was just an alternate..? The children... puppies... cubs... Babies. The babies must have been safely taken elsewhere. Elena didn't know why this information bothered her more than the fact that she would have to become pregnant at all.

Would she really want anything to do with such an abomination..? Did she actually still feel like it was? Her parents had never been particularly loving and affectionate. Her growing up had been mostly taken care of by... There was a heaviness that tugged at her chest... The help. Their servants had taken care of her. They were the ones who hugged her, made her feel better when she was sad or hurt. They taught her to read and write. Until a certain age she had even played with their own children. And how did she repay them at the time..? By being ungrateful. A spoiled, wicked brat. Oh how terrible the realization suddenly made her feel. Her fingers gripped the fabric a little tighter. What she wouldn't give to see them again. She was certainly getting hers now, so it seemed. Silently she vowed not to allow anyone else to care for her children. Animal or not.

Elena remained silent however, continuing her work with Cathy. The gown was nearly finished when the older woman's voice startled her. She jumped slightly and looked up at the trio of males as they walked by. Her face seemed to darken at Cathy's lewd display. Of course she remembered Jatter's rules - neither of the three could touch her. Plus, she was Zag's for the day. So, while Cathy's actions were unnecessary, she still felt a bit of relief (if a little offense) in reminding them that she was not ready. It was the third male though... She stiffened under the intensity of his gaze. Her own eyes narrowed, following him until he turned away and disappeared from sight completely.

It was something she couldn't linger on in lieu of work. The girls had to stay busy one way or the other, and she was certainly more preferable to this sort than the other. Before long Zag appeared to collect her for lunch. She was relieved, but it didn't last long when they reached the mess hall. She'd completely forgotten about the whole ritual to receive her food... And she still wasn't allowed the use of utensils. Elena hated this part. She hated the feel of the food against her face. She hated the irritation the floor caused to her knees. She hated being watched and hated having to be cleaned up. It kept the amount she ate small and it was clear, in the time since she'd been here, that she'd lost a little weight. They didn't exactly provide the rich diet she had been accustom to.

After she thanked Zag, he brought her back to the kitchens. Various other girls were washing, drying, cooking... All under the meticulous eye of a male that sort of resembled a rabbit. His ears were looped with silver hoops and he sported a scruffy-like beard beneath his chin. He'd obviously been doing this for quite some time. And once again she found herself quickly thrown into the mess of things. Clean, dry, move, clean, dry, collect a new set of dirty dishes... Her gown was various stages of soaked by the time he thrusted the two large buckets at her.

Elena was finally able to catch her breath a bit outside. She looked up at the mid-afternoon sky before moving her gaze down in search of the pump. It sat back a ways from the building near a shack that had a pair of boar carcasses hanging to drain. No one else was around, but why would they be? For just a little bit, she was alone. Behind her a loud crash soon followed - dishes had been dropped, presumably shattered. The male was suddenly raising hell from inside and she knew she couldn't dawdle. Moving quickly to the old pump, she settled the buckets down. "So far, so good..." She mused to herself. But when her hands began to push on the lever, only a few trickles came out.

"No... Not now." Elena frowned, moving the metal more vigorously. "Please... Please work." After several stressful minutes, a few choice words and finally a good kick at the risk of losing a toe, water finally began to pour into the bucket. With the first one filled, she moved back around to replace it. Her skin glistened from the refreshing liquid. The damp fabric she wore clinging to her chest and thighs as she lifted the heavy bucket out of the way.
 
To the beastfolk lurking nearby, the way Elena's wet gown clung to her skin and revealed her curves, the way her damp skin shone in the sunlight, all made her irresistibly enticing. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed the fresh bitch. He walked around the corner walked casually as if he were going to simply pass by Elena...then stopped, and reached out to grab her arm as he then leered down at her. It was the badger from earlier. His face was alternating in white-and-black streaks, and his body was fuzzy grey beneath his clothing. He quickly started speaking in a low voice to Elena.

"Yeh can scream, but there's enough noise in the kitchens now that no one important's gonna hear yeh." He said with a malicious grin. "I'm sick and tired of waitin' my turn for new bitches, they're just not the same after they've been well-fucked by other men first. I want yeh while yeh're still fresh. Yeh have to do what we say, and I say yeh let me fuck yeh, right here, right now. I'm master now, got it?" He growled at Elena as he reached for her with his other hand...
 
She wouldn't have thought much of another Beastfolk moving by her. This was their make-shift village, after all. But she didn't even hear him until he was right beside her. His shadow cast on the ground causing her to look up just as he grabbed her. She was startled, her fingers clenching tightly the full bucket before it slipped from her soaked grip and tipped over on muddied ground. Her eyes widened at the male badger, feeling as if her heart had flung up into her throat. He snarled his warning to her, declaring himself her new master. Her face reddened and she knew this wasn't right. She was Zag's for the day - only he or the other could have her. And why did it have to be her out her group of friends? That thought made her suddenly angrier. She didn't want it to be them, or anyone! She was tired of being forced without argument!

Her other hand had been reaching for the empty bucket when he grabbed her. She slid her fingers around it, praying for a good grip. Just as his other clawed hand neared her, she swung her arm. The base of the empty wooden pale flinging through the air and connecting with the side of the badger's head. Something erupted in her, all of the anger and upset she had been holding in exploding in tiny splinters against his jaw before it crashed to the ground. Elena seemed startled at first with her reaction, knowing she had just done something very wrong by striking him. But she was sick of being treated like what she wanted didn't matter - she needed to stick up for herself even if the male far outmuscled her smaller stature.

"Let go!" She finally shouted, almost growling at him as she tried to pull away while the creature remained stunned. Her eyes searching desperately around in hopes to see someone, anyone passing by, but to no avail.
 
The badger recoiled sharply as the wooden bucket struck him hard in the head, knocking him back and causing him to stagger, but his one hand kept a deathgrip on Elena's arm. He steadied himself, shook his head, and looked at Elena with an expression of angry disbelief. She dared? "Yeh worthless ungrateful bitch!" he snarled out at her with a voice that almost seemed more animal than human. His other hand reared back, and then he backhanded Elena, dazing her and letting go of her so she fell to the ground away from him. "Yer gonna pay for that." He growled lowly to her as Elena then felt his hand grab her hair and pull up slightly, forcing her to make herself follow his hand to lessen the strain. "Let's get a little more outta sight..." He grunted as he dragged Elena across the grassy ground away from the pump and fallen buckets towards where the dense woods began behind the mess hall and kitchens. He dragged Elena away through some trees until he felt they were a good distance away for Elena's expected screams to not be heard well.

He then let go of Elena's hair, letting her fall to the ground again. Next Elena felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing her down into the grassy ground. The beastfolk's other hand began to lift her gown to bare her ass to him. "Gonna wreck yer soft little pussy. Gonna feel so good, yeh fresh fucktoy." He said as his hand that wasn't pinning Elena to the ground by her neck started lifting up her hips into the air, getting her into a face-down-ass-up position similar to the one she had taken only just this morning. There was the sound of a shuffling of cloth, and then the hand grabbed Elena's ass and held her still.

The next moment was painful as he roughly and quickly forced his thick cock into Elena's pussy, stretching her open without giving her any time for her body to prepare itself. This wasn't the tender care of Zag, or even the pleasing measured roughness of Dimo, this was just harsh. Immediately the badger began bucking his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Elena before pulling partially out and slamming back in. "Oh f-fu-huk-yeah that's good...so tight...gods I've missed this..." he groaned out as he pounded away, without any care for Elena.
 
She expected his reaction, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. His hand came whipping through the air, landing a blow hard enough to stun her and viciously cut open the corner of her lip. Her whole body jerked, crumpling to the ground once he relinquished his hold on her. She blinked repeatedly trying to focus her vision. Tears welling up in her eyes from the depth of the sting that radiated like her skin had just been touched with a hot knife. Her whole cheek was red, already turning purple to bruise. Blood smeared, dripping along her chin. Elena had barely heard what he said to her, flinching away as his hand came down again. This time it gripped her hair, claws threatening her scalp, before yanking her to her feet.

It was hard to move at first, but she knew if she didn't he would have separated her head from her neck dragging her completely. Her hands reached up, trying to undo his hold as she twisted, attempting to pull away. And just like that she was tossed down once more. Elena hissed through clenched teeth, her knees hitting the unforgiving ground hard. The coppery taste of her blood lingered in her mouth. Spitting out a spot of bright red into the grass as he forced her over.

She was trying to fight from being flattened into the dirt. Her arms straining to hold her up as his large hand pushed her down. As soon as he dug his claws into the back of her neck though, she knew she couldn't get away. He could snap her like a twig - they all seemed so strong, much more than the average human male. The Beastfolk manipulated her body into the exact position he needed. With the unwounded side of her face flattened against the grass and dirt, giving him a perfect view of the swollen lip and large bruise forming on her delicate skin. Heavens knew she continued to try and pull away. Her finger nails full of dirt, palms stained green. If she had the opportunity she would have clawed his eyes out.

It was then that her breathless struggling and frustrated curses turned into a painful cry. "S-Stop!" Her eyes shut tightly and her whole body seizing up as he began to force himself into her. She wasn't ready for this, didn't want it. Her soft flesh dry and unwelcoming to any sort of penetration, yet he continued anyway. He felt thicker than her previous experiences, forcing her body to either adjust or tear in the process. Or maybe it was simply because she wasn't at all prepared. I hate you, she cried to herself. I hate all of you... Where was everyone..? Would they even bother to stop him..? No... They didn't really care about her, or any of the others! This what they were to them.

Elena felt sick to her stomach. Her cries and whimpers barely restrained as she bit and held her lower lip. Her features constantly wincing with every hard thrust. His hands continuing to hold her still and yank her back to every forward motion. Her tear clouded eyes opened slightly, staring out into the thick of the woods he dragged her into. All she could hope for was that he'd be finished soon and that he would just leave her there, in a messy pathetic heap, to rot.
 
The one small positive in Elena's situation was that the badger wasn't taking his sweet time about it all, like Dimo and Zag did. No, he was just rutting into her hard and quick. Over and over his hips slammed against Elena's ass, forcing his cock into her dry pussy, in a quick and unyielding rhythm that shook Elena's world back and forth. But he was working to get himself off quick, and so as rough and harsh as Elena's experience was, it was mercifully short. In only a couple minutes--far, far quicker than Dimo and Zag took--Elena could hear the badger's grunting suddenly get louder. He thrust into her several times more forcefully, and then, Elena could feel a sickening splash of sticky warmth within her body.

"Ahhhhhh!" The badger sighed out loudly and happily as he came. After a few moments he was done, and then began to pull out...but unfortunately, Elena's ordeal wasn't quite over yet. "Now, what we got here?" He said as Elena felt a furry finger...suddenly start pressing against her asshole. "No...no way...they haven't taken yer sweet ass even once yet? Fuck yeah! I picked the jackpot bitch!" His finger was removed...only to be replaced by the feeling of his blunt dickhead. His hand then clapped over Elena's mouth to muffle her voice. "Yeh might scream a little extra loud for this, can't have that..." He said as Elena was left to realize what was about to happen, something she couldn't stop no matter how she fought.

The badger began to push his cock into her ass.
 
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