Slaves of the Beastfolk (PsionicCuttlefish & Feral.Desires)

Elena's entire body trembled from just how tense every muscle had become. Angry tears stained her cheeks, dry and fresh blood smeared against her lower lip and chin. And each thrust continued to feel like he was tearing her apart. Her dirt stained fingers gripping more tightly at the grass as he forced her to endure this humiliating torture. She felt her chest draw tighter with every breath she held, not wanting to exhale for fear she would not be able to keep herself from crying and further egging him on.

Even as quick as it might have been, it still felt like an eternity. His hips suddenly moving at erratic depths and speed before he finally plunged as deep as he could go. His seed filled her and she recoiled at the sensation. Her features read of disgust and she released a struggled sob. But in her head she felt relief. It was over, he was done and he would leave her there... Though she figured she'd be punished for being suddenly absent in her duties. It seemed backwards... That she would be in trouble for this creature's lack of control.

When he removed himself so suddenly from her, Elena whimpered. Her skin was red, swollen from such brutal use, his ejaculate smeared along her slit, dripping from her entrance. She was so sore... She didn't even know if she could curl herself up or be bothered with standing once he let her go... But that didn't follow, much to her dismay. His claw-tipped digit prodded around her rear entrance, which seemed to wake her quite fast. "N-no!" She shook her head vigorously, her arms straining to pull her away before he held her down. His words left little need for interpretation, she knew what he wanted. That was the least likely place she could think of to ever derive pleasure from - and he certainly wasn't concerned with anything but himself, anyway.

Before she could shout, his hand muffled her mouth. Elena tried in vain to shake him off, thwarted cries and screams pouring from her lips behind his furry palm. Slick with only his own fluids, the young woman felt him begin to push himself against the unforgiving ring of flesh. It stung so badly... She felt his claws dig against her cheeks, forcing her face to still against the ground. There was a small window of opportunity then, even through the agony, with him far more concerned with her tightness. Elena twisted, her teeth catching the furred flesh of his lower palm and biting mercilessly into it. It was enough to free her lips, "S-stop it!" But even that wasn't enough to prevent him from continuing, he was pushing so hard to get into her that she actually began to bleed a little. Elena screamed, just as he returned his hand to her face, shoving it down into the grass to prevent anymore outbursts.

The badger of course ignored her protests as he began pushing his cock against her ass, though he yelped when she bit his hand. "Ow! Damned bitch! I'll go extra-hard on yeh for that..." He snarled out as he began entering Elena's ass. "Ohhhhhh godddddds yesssss..." The badger moaned out as his cock started sinking into Elena, forcing her open, too much for her to take. He paid not attention to the fact she had started to bleed slightly, all he cared about was getting off again.

...but then, out of Elena's view with her head turned the wrong way, she heard a rustle nearby, and then the soft thudding sound of rapid heavy footsteps on the forest ground. Suddenly, the badger was knocked away from Elena, pulling out of her as she could feel something large and heavy impacting the badger. The feeling of the badger's hands and cock were gone, and she was left untouched further on the grassy ground. When she worked up enough energy to look around and see what happened, she saw the badger pushed up against a tree by...Jatter. The fox-leader of the beastfolk. Jatter had a knife in both hands, one of them pressed up to the badger's throat, the other pressed down...between the badger's legs.

And Jatter looked murderously furious.

"Three times." He said in a quiet voice, but with a hard tone. "That's the third time you've fucked up, Jed, and you really fucked up this time."

The badger looked terrified, and he tried to shake his head as much as he could with the dagger against his neck. "N-no, Jatter, it..."

"I warned you what would happen if you pulled shit again. if you broke the rules again. That's it, Jed. You've become a liability. You're worthless to me."

"No, please, Jatter, n--" The badger tried to stammer out.

Jatter suddenly jerked aside his hand that was holding the dagger between Jed's legs.

There was a sudden crying howl from the badger and a spurt of blood on the ground as something flew away into the grass. Jatter stepped back and Jed fell to his knees, clutching between his legs as he yelled like the devil himself. Jatter, still looking furious, grabbed the badger by the scruff of his shirt and started dragging him away, stopping for a moment to look at Elena. He pointed a finger at her, with the hand that was holding the bloody dagger. "Stay." He commanded firmly and curtly, though it didn't seem like he was actually directing any of his fury at Elena. Then he was off, dragging the badger back towards the camp on his knees, while blood gushed from between his fingers and fell to the ground, leaving a trail back towards the camp.

A minute after Jatter and the badger were out of sight, Elena heard a voice hollering at the top of his lungs echo through the forest. "Let this be a lesson for the rest of you! We have the rules for a reason! Follow them! I don't want to have to clean up another mess! Get this worthless trash on the next caravan back home. Mama Cathy..." The voice slowly faded away into unintelligibility and Elena was left in the silent ambience of the forest.

Another minute later, there was another rustling nearby, and Mama Cathy burst from the brush, followed by two other girls. She looked down at Elena's sorry state and her face too took on a countenance of fury. "I knew that one was trouble..." She muttered to herself as she rushed by Elena's side, putting her arm under Elena's. "Can you stand up? Can you walk? Do you need us to carry you? We need to get you to the House of Healing, get you looked at..." The matron quickly asked Elena as she tried to help the distressed Elena.

Elena practically screamed into the grass. The volume muffled purely by the lush forest floor. She felt like he was splitting her in two the more he went. Her muscles clenched tightly, trying to repel him, but only served to bring more pain - which led her to tense up even more... She couldn't even try to squirm away. The girl was paralyzed beneath him. All she could feel was the piercing agony and a heavy wave of nausea.

What happened next was entirely unexpected. Her head lifted and she yelled as the male was torn from her. Immediately she drew her knees up, a horrible mistake as moving only seemed to make the pain worse. Huddled over, Elena gagged before heaving up the contents of her stomach. Tears streamed down her face and she trembled from the exertion. Behind her Jatter was dealing out his own punishment toward the badger. She didn't turn to look... The back of her hand wiped away copious amounts of saliva from her split lip and chin.

When suddenly the male cried out. Elena found her hands gripping her ears to dull some of the sound. She didn't need to have witnessed it to know what the leader had done to him. He deserved every bit of it and more. In a way, it didn't matter though. She'd be thrust right back into a position like this with another male... Just one that happened to be 'following the rules'. Any of this being allowed was heinous! She didn't have a choice the first time... And she wouldn't have one ever again. Elena spit into the grass as if the foul taste in her mouth had suddenly become poisonous.

Her eyes lifted briefly to see Jatter walk swiftly by. Ordering her to remain there. Elena pulled the cloth back down over her thighs as he dragged her assailant away. She turned away, not caring to see the pathetic creature as he held what remained of his manhood, blood pouring from between his fingers. She knew she should have felt thankful, relieved that the leader of these men sought to uphold some semblance of civility... But it was also his fault. This never would have happened had he never taken her and her friends. How many others did this happen to..? She wouldn't have wished this on anyone... Elena listened to his voice from beyond the tree line - no doubt a crowd had gathered to see what was going on.

She tried to stand, wincing and hissing and having to stop herself with a frustrated cry. It felt as though he had torn her apart. Very nearly as the mixture of ejaculate and blood stained and smeared down the inners of her thighs. As much as it hurt, she felt disgusting. Inside she felt worse. Damaged and furious. If asked, there wasn't a time she could recall feeling so angry. And of course, she was upset. Visibly so, if her labored breathing wasn't enough of an indication.

Elena's head jerked up at the sound of another - she half expected it to be Jatter again... Everything seemed suddenly hyper-sensitive. She was extra aware, cautious. Half trying to stand, Mama Cathy had come to hold beneath her arm. The girls with her, worry and concern were written on their faces as they leaned in to help. Elena was overwhelmed. "N-no!" She yanked herself away, falling back to her knees with a sharp cry. "Please don't!" She yelled at them through a sob, finally managing to force herself up on her two legs, lest they try and touch her again. They were unsteady at best. Her hands bracing against her thighs. "Don't touch me..." She whined angrily, taking a step back. The two girls looked at Mama Cathy, unsure of how to react.

I hate you. I hate you. Repeated over and over in her mind. To her, all she saw on their faces was pity. Like she was some poor, defenseless naive. But she really did look something awful... Her lip was split in two places, a bruise had begun to darken along her cheek, various scrapes and claw marks touched her skin, which was stained by grass, dirt, blood and semen in various areas... Her green eyes were visibly reddened from her tears and no one yet knew the extent of her lower injuries. It probably would have been better if she at least accepted some support, but just looking at Mama Cathy... Or any of the others... Made her feel more ill, more angry. Even if she had to limp, hunched over, visibly in pain, through the town, she was going to do it on her own.

Mama Cathy pursed her lips and looked at Elena as she refused to be touched by anyone. She waved the other two girls back, who kept a respectful but close-enough-to-step-forward-if-necessary distance from Elena. Mama Cathy resolutely stood by Elena's side, and while she didn't try to put her arms under Elena's and help her up again, she was clearly ready to do so. Like this, the three women walked with Elena back in the direction of the village, with Mama Cathy subtly guiding the angry Elena towards a specific building in the village once they got out of the treeline.

Mama Cathy opened the doors of the new building Elena had not been in before and led her into it. It was a large, single-roomed building with rows of cots, similar to the communal sleeping room Elena had been in last night. Only a few of the beds were occupied. There was a male horse beastfolk lying in one of the beds with a splint on his leg, and in another bed, there was a human girl with a splinted arm. A third bed was occupied by a male panther beastfolk with bandages around his head and one of his shoulders and arms. All three of them looked to be at ease, just lying back in their beds, though they turned their heads in curiosity at the new arrivals.

Mama Cathy directed Elena to lay in one of the beds. "Alright dearie, the healer will be here soon. She has salves that will make you feel better." Mama Cathy said as she stood by, and the two other girls who had attended her left. After a little time, someone new walked into the building: the old crone beastfolk woman that Elena had seen before, the aged and hunched-over wolfess leaning on a staff. She had a very no-nonsense air about her as she went to some shelves and immediately pulled out some herbs and bottles of liquid, which she began mixing with a mortar and pestle while still somehow leaning on her staff with her elbow.

"Spread 'em honey, I need to see what that moron did to you." The crone said with a wheeze in a casual yet serious tone that said she expected no argument.

It took every bit of effort and strength Elena had left to walk herself upright with the other three. All she wanted to do was collapse and lay wherever she might fall. Still, she somehow managed to even keep her head up, having had it downcast for the majority of her time here. The girls behind her and Mama Cathy to her side acted as buffers, although she did her best to keep them from getting too close. It was bad enough someone was going to have to look her over once she got to this 'healing' building. The whole notion made her feel even more sick.

I should have fought back harder. Why didn't I defend myself? Elena continued to be angry, mostly with herself now. She hated this place. She didn't understand why they couldn't just find girls who wanted this sort of life. Like some of them said, they were better off here... They could just let those who didn't want to stay, go. She wasn't a dumb animal, she could make her own decisions! Having that taken away was a horrible feeling. No more. No more.

She didn't bother looking around at the building, or even the few injured already laying in the beds. She didn't care about them. Nor did she actually wait for Mama Cathy to tell her to lie down before she actually approached a free bed. One would assume she'd need no direction, what with common sense and all. What she did do was hesitate slightly at the idea of getting on it. To do so without further irritating the pain of her lower half. Her narrowed gaze turned on Cathy, making certain she kept herself away. Holding her breath, she turned herself, bracing most of her weight onto her palms at the edge of the bed before sliding herself into it. She paid no mine to the curious gazes of the other three as her body moved stiffly along the linen sheet. All the while Elena bit the inside of her lip to not cry out or whimper in pain.

No sooner did she lay her head back against the pillow did the elderly female Beastfolk show up. Elena didn't seem at all surprised. Right away the old woman went to mixing some sort of concoction that would likely be used on her. In the back of her mind she had to wonder how often this actually happened - these disgusting injuries related to carelessness or the sheer roughness of these creatures with the girls. Without any hint of softness or pity in her voice, the female got right to the point. Elena appreciated it. She wanted this over with quickly.

Lifting her hips, she gently tugged the fabric of her gown up. Her legs were up, bent at the knee and moved to the sides as best she could do without wanting to scream. Her skin was enflamed, bruised and mostly suffered lacerations around her rear. Had he been able to carry on, it was more than certain she would be here with much worse injuries. The girl kept her eyes focused on the ceiling, trying to ignore the ache of her head as the wolfess got to work. Occasionally she would wince and tense, but she remained compliant to the old woman's orders.

As soon as Elena lifted up her skirt and parted her thighs, the wolfess crone was leaning over to look between Elena's legs. With a furry finger, she reached forward and with extreme carefulness prodded Elena around where she was hurt to gauge the extent of her injuries by Elena's responses. "Hm. Not too bad. Could have been worse. Good thing Jatter got to you when he did." The wolfess went back to grinding up things into her mortar and pestle. "Thought for sure we wouldn't have another case of this after how Jatter handled the last one...but males are males, and some never learn..." She muttered, seemingly to herself, while she finished grinding and then got a wet rag.

With the wet rag, she carefully cleaned up the small amounts of blood from around Elena's ass, being gentle to not aggravate Elena's wounds further. When she was done with that, she slathered some of her concoction onto her fingers and began smearing it right onto the lacerations. The contact of course stung for several moments, but the mushy stuff was cool, and quickly began soothing the burning pain Elena was feeling. "There....now, just stay here and take it easy, girl. You should be just fine by tomorrow morning. Food will be brought for you." The crone put all her supplies away back on the shelves, and left without another word.

And so, Elena was left to rest and recuperate with only her own thoughts for company. The remaining hours of the day inched by, the ambient light got darker as the sun started going down. Eventually, two beastfolk arrived into the healing house, each carrying two bowls of stew. One was passed out to each of the occupants of the beds, including Elena, and for once she was not made to get down on the floor and eat like an animal. She was just allowed to eat normally, with a spoon even. It seemed the beastfolk at least had sympathy for the injured.

The sun went down, the empty bowls and utensils were taken away, and Elena was left to try and get some more sleep again. However, she was made aware that there were two guards posted inside and out of the House of Healing, apparently to make sure the two female occupants didn't get any ideas. But other than that, the guard inside just stayed in a corner, quietly watching.

*****

Morning arrived, with the ambient light turning up around the healing house as the sun rose. Elena found she was feeling much better after yesterday, almost entirely normal. Whatever the aged wolfess had mixed for her, it apparently promoted healing.

After a little bit of time, the door to the healing house opened...and the now-familiar fox-form of Jatter walked on through. He came straight to Elena's bedside.

"How are you feeling?" He inquired, his tone level and his face unreadable.

Elena made certain to stifle her whimpers as best she could while the old wolf cleaned her up. She was absolutely humiliated. Staring daggers up at the ceiling and cursing over and over in her mind. Once the thick, paste-like mixture touched her skin however, she grabbed tightly at the sheet beneath her. It was uncomfortable and stung. She winced, her legs threatening to close and pull away from the female as she smeared more onto her injured skin. The sudden pain turned out to be quite brief, however. A delicate scent of mint touching her nose just as it began to cool and tingle the area into numbness. Her body relaxed almost immediately. Relief. Sweet relief. Of course that was only to the physical part. The emotional stress wasn't so easily dealt with and she was left on her own for it.

Neither of the other bed occupants attempted to get Elena to speak to them. They likely had figured out why she was here. And the first opportunity she got, she turned herself over on her side, slipped her bare legs beneath the crisp linen and curled up there for the evening. She didn't mind the silence. It was everything she could have wanted right then; to be left alone. Well, mostly. She could hear the two males and the woman speak occasionally and she knew there was a fourth watching them from the corner nearest the door. They couldn't even trust the injured. The Beastfolk dragged the women away, forced them to be whores, beyond that, made them carry their young and then what..? Gave them the option of being set free or allowing them to stay. Like motherhood was just some quota. Why couldn't the badger just have snapped her neck, or left her bleeding in the woods... She wanted to be thankful for Jatter's interruption. Yet all she felt was the hate and misery.

This was the effect of leaving her to nothing but her thoughts. The only other interaction she had was from the male who brought her the evenings meal. She was actually stunned that they were going to allow her to use an eating utensil instead of dragging her out of bed and onto the floor. It was set on the small wooden table at the side of the bed. Too bad she wasn't hungry.

"You should at least try..." She could hear the other woman's voice from behind her. Elena didn't respond. Didn't care to listen. She had been 'at least trying' since she'd gotten here and this is where she ended up for her trouble. With her face bruised and and split open, along with the lower parts. She was done with trying. They didn't deserve it.

The male that came later to retrieve their dishes looked as though he might scold her for not eating. Her gaze dared him to. Instead he just frowned and she could just catch him growl something under his breath. Her narrowed eyes followed him the length of the building until he disappeared behind the doors. Finally she was able to feign a little rest knowing she wouldn't be interrupted again. Doing so helped her stay still. Really, she was just afraid of irritating whatever it was the old female had smeared liberally between her legs. What she hadn't expected was that she'd actually fall asleep quite fast. Her body was desperate to recover and knew what to do on its own though.

*****

The dark haired girl woke with the warmth of the sun as it poured onto her face from the small open window above her. She had a wonderful dream, or at least one that had started out that way. She was home. Soaking in a buttermilk bath, the scent of lavender and rose petals floating in the water. Her head resting on the porcelain tub as two strong hands began to massage her shoulders. It was relaxing and warm. She was smiling, a real smile. But the hands slowly became more rough in their touches. Claws pressing into her skin. Her discomfort saw her eyes open and her head tilt up. A Beastfolk! That's when she woke up. Her hands grabbed tightly to the sheet that was no longer wrapped nearly around her. It took a moment to get her bearings, but she finally remembered where she was.

Groaning softly into her pillow, she let the sheet go. Aware that she was moving, there was little chance of falling back to sleep. Though she was sure they'd just be coming around to assign her to another male soon enough. She rolled over onto her back and stretched. Belatedly realizing that no pain came from doing so. Aside from the general soreness of her bruised cheek, it seemed her other wounds had healed up incredibly fast. Surely it had to be just an illusion. Perhaps it was just numbed? Either way, she dreaded the idea of having another examine her. Hell, she didn't even want to touch herself to find out. What she could have done with instead was to soak for days in a hot bath... Even then she wasn't sure if she could wash away the badger's filth.

Propping up the pillow behind her, she sat herself up and leaned against it. The others in the room were in various stages of waking as well. Only briefly offering a passing glance, the door opening caught her attention. She assumed it to be breakfast delivery, but was greeted with the figure of Jatter slipping inside. Her whole body tensed involuntarily at the sight of him. Elena knew why he was here. Her green eyes locked onto his face, which remained stoic as he approached and even as he spoke to to her.

He lacked any real concern. At least it sounded that way. Only doing his duty and seeing that she be returned to the populous as soon as she was ready more like. Elena frowned, her own voice soft but surprisingly steady. "...I'm still here." A simple phrase neither thanking him for stopping her assault or condemning the fact that she was still stuck in this place, with his people.

Jatter silently regarded Elena for several long moments after she responded. Damn it, Jed. This is what I have to repair now. He thought to himself, before finally speaking up with an "I see." A moment later, a few more beastfolk came in carrying bowls like last night. "I heard you didn't eat last night." Jatter said as one was brought over to her. "You're not going to be able to starve yourself. I really don't recommend you try." However, despite what Jatter said, neither he nor any of the other beastfolk tried to make Elena eat. The bowl--with utensil--was placed in front of her for her to eat if she would or not, while Jatter watched.

Whether or not she ate, the bowl was eventually taken away when Elena was done with it one way or another, and Jatter left with the other beastfolk. Elena was then left alone on her bed for an hour or two, until eventually the wolfess crone came walking back in. She checked over each of the patients in the beds in turn, before coming over to Elena. With the same down-to-business, no-nonsense demeanor as yesterday, she asked Elena to move so she could examine her. The wolfess checked over Elena, both between her legs and on her face, where the bruise from when the badger had struck her was formed, but wasn't particularly bad. "Well honey, you're looking fine. Wasn't as bad as it seemed, you're healed up enough now." The wolfess delivered the verdict, with the meaning clear; healed up enough to be useful to the males again.

The wolfess then left again, and Elena was once again left in silence. But not for very long this time--Jatter returned shortly after the wolfess left. The scarred fox beastfolk walked straight over to Elena's bedside and said "You're good enough to get up and walk around again. Up. You're coming with me today." It wasn't a request. Jatter waited for Elena to comply, and then he left the House of Healing with her.

The next place he took her, surprisingly enough, was the outdoor bathing area, just like Elena had been at when she first arrived here. Jatter went through the same procedure as then with Elena, having her take her gown off before getting in the barrel-like tub with glowing embers beneath. Elena was given time to scrub and wash herself at her leisure--though Jatter indicated for her to hurry up if she took too long. Once Elena was fresh and clean again, all the grit from yesterday and the day before washed away, Jatter gave her back her gown once she had gotten out of the bath and dried herself off. It seemed the beastfolk did go to some lengths to make sure the females were reasonably clean at all times, though that was likely only a very small comfort.

After the bath, Jatter took Elena around the village, but he again surprisingly did not take her to the 'mating building' where the girls slept and were fucked, but to a small single log cabin house. Jatter took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, showing Elena inside as he walked in after her and closed the door behind her. The lock clicked again after the door was shut.

Inside the cabin, it looked like a normal home. There was a desk with a lamp and a pile of papers in one corner, a bed in another, a couch, dresser, and other amenities and furniture. It was small, but cozy. It was also reasonable to assume that this was probably Jatter's personal home. Jatter moved to the couch and sat on it, then looked up to Elena and gestured to her. "Sit with me." Unlike before, his tone wasn't as flat and controlled as before, and seemed...softer, somehow, like less of a command. Also, it was odd that he went for the couch and not the bed. It almost was as if... "You don't have anything to fear from me." He suddenly said. "I haven't bothered with taking a girl for myself in over a year. I want to talk."

While Elena was relieved to know she was healed up and there wasn't any lasting physical damage, it also filled her with a sickening sense of dread. She didn't want to be useful to them anymore. Rather, she didn't want to be used. She might have shown convincing promise prior to all of this, but not anymore. Zag had made her feel more relaxed... She let her guard down... And this is what happened. Could they really blame her, now? Jatter insisted she wouldn't be able to starve her way out, but she wasn't really trying. While he was here, watching her like a hawk, she hadn't felt much like eating. It was a good thing, too. She might just have lost it all over the floor once the old female left.

Elena sat up in bed for a few moments. Her gaze drifting lazily toward the floor. And just as she was about to draw a thin sheet up, hiding herself from the world, Jatter returned. Her deep green eyes went wide before they narrowed at him. Did he think he was doing her a favor by taking her for the day..? Protecting her like she was some shaken flower. He could see the reluctance in her as she rose. Silently thankful that she no longer felt any pain when she moved, only a little tenderness here and there.

Needless to say she was an absolute mess. Her hair, always thick and wild, seemed completely untamable now. Her legs still bore the grass and dirt stains from being forced against the ground. Despite having been gently wiped off in her more intimate areas, she still felt filthy. Even if she could peel her skin off and scrub with the coarsest of soaps, she still didn't believe that it would be good enough. So, at least he thought enough of her to take her to the baths first.

The warm water felt like heaven against her flesh. She swore as her head dipped beneath the surface that she'd never take such a thing for granted ever again. Her hands rubbed the mild soap-bar along her extremities quite vigorously. Only bothering to look over at Jatter when he occasionally voiced his displeasure with how long she was taking. Her gaze was one of challenge. He could wait the time it took her to be properly clean after what she had endured. She'd like to see him try to drag her out...

Being naked no longer phased her. So many had seen her nudity, or the nudity of others, that it didn't matter anymore. She was nothing special. Just a vessel like the rest of them. Albeit, Elena still didn't want anyone's face inspecting between her legs again any time soon. The mere thought of being touched just made her mad. She wasn't upset or scared. Just angry. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about it either. She still followed Jatter's orders and, for all intents and purposes seemed compliant in her silent fury.

Her gown clung to her still damp body as they walked. Dark tresses leaving a wet stain at her back and curling slightly as it dried, readying to form those beautifully luxurious waves. She stayed close to him. Cautiously eyeing others if she felt they got too close while passing by. Though it seemed their leader's presence was enough to keep them a safe distance away. By now they all knew. All of the beastfolk, all of the girls... She hoped her friends were faring and adjusting a little better. At least it hadn't been one of them...

When they continued walking passed the large building she had been to twice before, Elena quirked a brow at the male in front of her. Where were they going of not here..? She wasn't about to argue, though. Not having to see inside those rooms again, at least for a day, was her best option. Although the nice weather provided her with ample sounds from the inside. She tilted her head and shut her eyes as they finished passing. Various moans and heavy panting breaths greeting her ears from the open windows. She could still feel the heat of the badger's breath against her ear as he forced himself on her. A vile, nasty feeling crept up her spine. Only when they were several feet away did she finally begin to breath again. Whether she'd admit it or not, but the ordeal left her with a mild amount of post-traumatic stress.

Perhaps Jatter understood that fact and that's why he decided to bring her here instead. The small cabin was much like the one she had been in her first night here with Dimo keeping watch. It was slightly bigger, the inside much more homey... Her head turned and she watched as he locked the door behind him. It was the only way in or out lest she decide to throw herself through one of the smaller windows; a much less pleasant option. She was looking around when he took a seat. Elena let him speak, requesting that she sit with him. Although she did laugh a little, quietly, but still a chuckle none the less. The girl shook her head before she glanced over at him. "Aren't you considerate," she raised a brow before stepping forward toward the sofa. So he hadn't had a girl in that long? Why should she have cared? "You don't scare me." Elena declared before she sat down, as far from him as possible. He didn't, not now anyway. Had she been asked that the first night here, yeah, she would have admitted to being frightened and intimidated. "Oh, sorry. You don't scare me, Master." There was a hint of sarcasm there. "Do those rules still apply when you just 'want to talk'? Am I still to act like a lowly piece of meat who needs to learn her place..?" Her anger dripped like venom from her full, bruised lips. "What could a piece of meat have to talk about anyway..." Elena couldn't even begin to guess what he expected from her at this point.

Jatter took note of how Elena had given him challenging glares during her bath. Something had changed about her. His initial estimation was a little off. She wasn't just upset anymore...a fact that was confirmed once they got into Jatter's home. He listened to her sarcastic and defiant statements with an even expression, though he wanted to frown. He also noticed that despite her assertion that he did not 'scare' her, she sat as far away from himself as possible. After she seemed to finish speaking, Jatter brought one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he sighed. Yeah, Jed had done a wonderful job breaking the delicate balance he had this girl on.

"You're angry. In this case, you have a right to be." Jatter eventually spoke up, bringing his hand down from his face as he looked ahead, not at Elena. "If you behave, you won't be unduly mistreated--that was supposed to be the agreement, and it was broken. What that badger did was not acceptable. You're supposed to be eased into your new purpose that we have for you." Jatter then turned his head to look at Elena. "And you can't tell me that it wasn't working, with Dimo and Zag. I know your experience with them was not bad for you." Jatter said, perhaps accidentally allowing a small bit of condescension into his tone.

His mention of Dimo and Zag caused her face to prickle a deep shade of red. Her fingers balled tightly into the palms of her hands. And finally when she could no longer take just trying to sit still, she stood up briskly. Her back was turned to him and she paced a little. "What does that matter?" Elena spat. "Do you think that changes the fact that I don't want to be here?" Turning on her heel in front of him. Her green eyes narrowed with frustration. "I was doing what I was told would keep me from getting hurt... And this is where it's gotten me."

"What you're doing here, to them, to me, it's wrong." Her jaw clenched and she felt tears begin to form unwillingly at the base of her eyelids. "If this is how your kind acts it's no wonder you're dying out! How did you treat your own women?! Did you force them to sleep with every male that wanted it? Were they forced to carry some random male's children too..?" The dark haired girl took in a heavy, shuddering breath. "...And then for all our trouble we get the choice to stay or to go back home, discarded and ruined..." She shook her head defiantly.

"You can keep your collars. I won't birth children just to see them torn from me and raised into ...into this life. To continue this cycle. I might not have been able to stand up for myself before, but I'll be damned if I don't now."

Elena's pulse was off the charts. She was having trouble standing with how tense her muscles were. The way she stood there, practically foaming at the mouth, she looked ready to lunge for him should he make a move toward her. Perhaps it was the lack of blood sugar from having not eaten since the morning before, but she looked positively wild.

Jatter's eyes narrowed dangerously as Elena stood up and began her rant. He listened to her, saying nothing, but his own anger simmered beneath the surface. She spoke of things she didn't know about, accusing him of treating his own females this way. At the same time her fiery temper was something very rarely seen in the females they caught. It was almost...arousing, to see her get so worked up and passionate. But it went on long enough when she stated she wouldn't bear children. Jatter leveled his gaze at her and stood up in front of her. "Look--" He started to say as he reached with a hand towards her, inadvertently causing Elena to finally snap and take a swing at him.

Her clenched fist never reached him. In a flash, the moment Elena began to strike, Jatter's honed reflexes kicked in. Elena felt her blow deflected, and at the same time, she was being twisted and shoved--and in the next moment, she found herself on her back on the couch, with Jatter on top of her, holding Elena's arms crossed over her chest to prevent her from effectively fighting back. Jatter was breathing noticeably with his fox-face mere inches from her own. She could see every scar on his face in very close, intimate detail, how he had the one long scar going up the side of his muzzle, but also little scratches on his cheeks and snout.

"One...don't do that..." He said to her in a low, deep, masculine growl. "Two...you really don't have a choice...and you were doing so well too, smart girl...you're right, you weren't supposed to be hurt...that won't happen again, if you behave yourself...so....will you behave yourself?" At the same time, Jatter felt a problem. He was getting really worked up himself. He hadn't taken a girl himself in over a year, because he was too busy managing everything...but even he had to give back in sometime. He stared into her deep emerald eyes, reading her soul, waiting for her response, to see if there was any weakness in her like Dimo and Zag's reports had suggest. His lips weren't far from hers...it would be so easy to lean down and claim her mouth with his own...but he had to...had to control himself...

Elena had only just lashed out, but she hadn't really been prepared. Her arm had moved of its own volition, swinging through the air and aimed for his jaw. It only served to frustrate her more when Jatter caught her wrist and bent it toward her chest. An irritated sort of yelp escaping her throat as she tried to pull away. It was too late, though. He'd already grabbed her opposite arm and did the same thing. In order to keep from stumbling, she had to move with him, albeit reluctantly. That didn't stop her from squirming once they reached the sofa, however.

Trapped between him and the cushions, she tried to push him away. Jatter was certainly stronger than he looked. There were males twice as broad as him around the camp, but she had a feeling he could take them down too. Still, that didn't soften the blow to her emotional wellbeing. Elena didn't want to be weak anymore. Those tears that had slowly welled up over the last few minutes fell from the corners of her eyes as they narrowed at him. His chastising her only adding salt to her wounds. The dark haired girl tensed her jaw and her glistening eyes narrowed viciously up at him. Even through her anger though, she committed every detail of his fox-like face to memory. She wouldn't admit that he was a rustic sort of handsome; none of these men should have been attractive to her...

He was putting a decent enough amount of weight against her to hold her down. She stilled, belatedly realizing that he was positioned with her legs on either side of him. It made her cheeks flush darker. What she hadn't noticed was the way the both of them were breathing similarly. Deep, controlled breaths, as if anything else might make them lose their composure. Or the way her cloth gown had bunched up high along her thighs, exposing several more inches of smooth, creamy flesh. And the heat... There was no way he couldn't feel it.

"No," she replied, practically growling back at him. "...And you can't make me." Once more she tried to free her hands from him. Only to have his grip tighten. The way she moved, the ferocity in her gaze, they were the perfect mix of tantalizing queues. Over the last few days her body had been taught to give in to what it wanted, and while she could verbally deny him all she wanted... Her body, her instincts, had other plans.

Jatter saw the flush of Elena's cheeks as she stared back up at him, and breathed the same way he did. He saw fire in her eyes, a rebellious spirit, but also behind that, a hint of fear....a hint of giving in. She struggled a little, but he held her tightly. She spoke to him, challenged him, but that scent...Jatter could smell her. He could smell that unmistakable scent of feminine arousal. She claimed she wouldn't behave, but her body was saying otherwise.

And Jatter couldn't hold himself anymore. Elena was too fiery, too exotic for him to resist. "I haven't taken a female in over a year..." He growled softly to her. "...but now seems a good time to start again." In one motion, Jatter then yanked both of Elena's arms up and pinned them to the couch over her head. In the next motion, he lowered his face down and captured Elena's lips with his own. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, began wrestling with hers, as he gave her a deep, passionate, soul-sucking kiss. He felt her body wiggle and struggle beneath him, then gradually go still as the kiss extended longer, and longer. Finally he broke off from it, panting softly for breath as he stared into Elena's eyes again, searching for changes in her demeanor. "How about now?" He asked her in a voice barely above a whisper.

She had assumed she would be punished. Anything but what had happened. Elena yanked at her arms as he drew them up, but she couldn't remove them from his grip. It only tightened the more she pulled. Her whole body curved against his and before she could protest, her lips were captured by a strong muzzle. The girl vehemently disagreed with his statement. As was apparent by the muffled frustrations as his tongue thrust between her lips. Her brow furrowed and she wiggled, trying to turn herself away, but he fought her, moving with her and drawing her in with each passing second.

Elena thought twice about biting down on his tongue. Jatter was relentless, however, seeking to subdue her with the expertise of his tongue. She hated him. She hated him... Then why did she start kissing him back? He could feel her begin to relax against the sofa and her tongue brush timidly against his own, just before he pulled away to breathe. Their eyes met and her lips drew into a thin frown, clearly angry. "...I don't belong to you." She whispered, her green eyes narrowing at him as her head rested back against the curve of the sofa arm. With her dark hair splayed around her shoulders and sultry features, she looked positively exquisite there. Elena might not have belonged to him, but she sure made a perfect fit there with him.

Jatter looked down on the girl beneath him, taking in the lovely sight of her arms held above her head, her hair spread all around, her glistening skin, her defiant emerald eyes, her chest rising and falling with her breaths...It really had been too long since he got to enjoy himself a little. Still Elena acted defiant, speaking to him with an angry expression...but he had felt how her tongue had moved during the kiss. He felt how she had pushed back with her own tongue. Very slightly, but she did.

"Maybe, maybe not..." He replied to her with a devious grin on his muzzle. With one hand still holding Elena's above her head, his other hand went down to his waist and started undoing the front of his pants. In moments, his own cock sprang free. Unlike Dimo's cock, which had been red, and Zag's cock, which had been pink, Jatter's was more of a fleshy color, not contrasting much with his own rust-red fur. "But you can't tell me..." He started to say as he pulled up Elena's gown, exposing her waist and breasts. His hand then darted between her legs, and those furry fingers were then stroking her pussy, feeling the wetness from Elena. "That you're not going to enjoy this, at least a little..." He kept up the stroking as he then leaned his head down to begin kissing at Elena's neck.

After a few moments, he then stopped rubbing her slit and maneuvered his cock down between her thighs. Elena felt his tip pressing against her pussy, and with a push of his hips, it started to slide in. He took it slow and didn't jolt all the way into her, but began working his way in gradually, carefully. Elena's body was given time to adjust and accept his cock as he then leaned his body down over hers, pinning her back down against the sofa. Once he was all the way in, with his knot pressing against her entrance, he grunted and looked into Elena's eyes again. "It doesn't feel bad...when a man's treating you the right way, now does it?" He asked her with a confident smirk on his face.

She didn't like the way he looked at her. Jatter was so sure, so confident that he had her on the cusp of succumbing. With her body pinned, arched beneath him, she couldn't take it. Elena turned her head, her eyes focused on the wall, a window, anywhere but at him. By now she knew without having to guess what he was doing. The fox shifting on top of her as he released himself from the confines of his pants. Her jaw growing tight as the cool air touched along her exposed belly and breasts, the fabric of her gown bunched up beneath her arms. He couldn't even be bothered with undressing either one of them completely...

The touch of his fingers along her sensitive skin made her gasp. It felt even stronger with her having been so freshly healed. She clenched her eyes shut, silently denying what he already knew to be true. Elena was already wet. His fingertips only serving to spread her sweetness around her lips. Around him, her thighs trembled and she held her breath. He might not have been with a female in a years time, but it didn't show in the way his hand expertly explored every tender inch of her flesh. She didn't realize that having her head turned had left her neck perfectly exposed to his affections.

Those green eyes shot open only to roll shut. The combined actions caused the girl beneath him to squirm, a beautifully frustrated expression on her pleasure filled face. Elena could be as stubborn as she wanted, but it still felt good . She very nearly whimpered when his hand pulled away. Only for it to be replaced by the firm, thick tip of his cock. Her chest drew tight, she knew what was coming, but couldn't help but think of how it felt to have that badger force his way into her pussy the day before. She was far from dry this time, however. And with a little coaxing from his hips, her velvet muscles parted to allow him entry.

Much to her surprise, he did so quite carefully. It was almost agonizing. By the time he was halfway within her, she very nearly begged for him to just end her torture. Elena mewled softly, tiny pleasurable sounds that she no longer fought to restrain. Until finally he was completely within her tight heat. She took a deep breath, her emerald eyes turning to look up at him at the sound of the arrogance in his voice. "Maybe," she exhaled. Her legs suddenly lifted around his thighs, the backs of which pulled forward, forcing him even closer to her. The act of which nearly drawing in his gently swollen knot... She bit her lip at the pressure, before her legs relaxed but remained around him. "...Maybe not." Returning his confident gesture in kind.

Jatter paid close attention to how Elena was reacting as he slowly pushed his way into her. To his delight, not only did she squirm, but she failed to hold back small vocalizations of pleasure. But once he was completely within her and looking down at her, he saw her eyes open. There still wasn't submission in those eyes, not completely, there was still a little fire in them. It was that little fire that was making Jatter break his dry spell, there were some girls that had fought back in the past, but always in panicked ways. None like this. It fired the fox beastfolk up something fierce. But even that was nothing what to Elena did next. She actually wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, pressing his knot harder against her entrance, and then she had the gall to give him a confident smirk right back, still trying to imply this wasn't what she wanted.

That was more than enough for Jatter.

"Ohhhh, you little minx." He growled to her with a wide grin on his face. His tone almost sounded angry, but his face was anything but. "You think you can tease me? Me?" No girl had ever tried to play this game with Jatter before, and he was loving it. "I'll show you what a girl gets who tries to tease me..." He said as he brought his free hand back up to Elena's wrists so he could hold each of her wrists above her head with one hand each with his own arms above his head as well. With nothing between the both of them, Jatter leaned his head down and took Elena in another kiss--another deep and passionate kiss, but quicker, even more urgent this time. His tongue pushed into her mouth to wrestle aggressively with hers, while he began to move his hips. He started slow at first, rocking his hips back and forth to stroke his cock with Elena's inner walls. But then he started picking up speed and force, beginning to rut his hips between Elena's thighs, making his knot smack against Elena's entrance with every thrust.

Unlike her previous experiences, Jatter didn't make her feel helpless. She was suddenly not afraid to react in a way that felt more natural for fear of punishment. And even if she had the use of her arms, it seemed as though the fox Beastfolk would not mind if she actually touched him back. By the sound of it, he was actually encouraging her to play this game with him. Elena was more than happy to oblige. If he liked them stubborn and wet, he was certainly with the right woman. Her fingers balled into tight fists, clenching and unclenching as his muzzle pressed against her lips. With expert motion he swept them up, kissing her as if their mouths weren't awkwardly matched. His tongue battled hers, a fight that she was not yet ready to give up to him.

Muffled, deep moans was all that could be heard from her once he began to move. Slow, languid strokes, her lower body rocking along with him. She could have denied him all she wanted, but every response from her body told him otherwise. The way her nipples hardened upon her chest, breasts bouncing with the growing force of his thrusts. Tiny sounds that indicated he was filling her in all the right places. Her inner walls spasming involuntarily around him. Or the discreet flare of her nostrils as she tried desperately to catch her breath. Elena refused to back down, holding on for the ride as he drove himself repeatedly into her tight, hot pussy.

His thrusts had become so hard that each time their bodies connected, they could hear the lewd slaps of his knot against her swollen lips. The firm swell of flesh glistened with her arousal. Her thighs trembled weakly against his, but still she didn't let go. Through it all their kiss continued, deepened by the level of intensity their sex had gone to. Her teeth grazed his tongue, Jatter nipping back. She didn't even notice that she had started to try and tug her hands free. Elena wanted to dig her nails into his clothes and fur and she found herself wanting him to do the same to her. The raven haired girl felt like an animal, lost to such wild abandon. There was no love here, nothing but raw fucking. Dimo and Zag were told to take it easy with her, naturally. And while she couldn't deny that she had obviously enjoyed herself with them... several times... This was far better. Being with Jatter, Elena felt a renewed strength.

Turning her head, she quickly broke their kiss, panting for breath. Her green eyes fluttered open, so vivid, as they sought his own. It was clear by the way she looked at him that her pleasure was nearly mounted. That she was so close to the edge, that anyone of his thrusts could have pushed her over. Yet she hung on, just barely.

Jatter was certainly enjoying himself. And it wasn't just because he was fucking a girl again for the first time in a year, finally relieving ages of pent-up energy, though that was a good part of it. But mostly, it was the fact that Elena wasn't just lying there and taking it, she was giving back what she got, that she was still 'fighting' him while clearly enjoying herself. As Jatter's tongue aggressively pushed into her mouth while he fucked her, he felt her tongue pushing back. He felt her arms struggling in his grip, trying to break his grip holding them extended above her head. He felt her legs still wrapped around his own, holding onto him as he rammed his cock into her clenching pussy. And of course, he heard the sounds she made into his mouth, the moans of the beautiful agony he had her in.

Suddenly, Elena then turned her head to break away from the kiss. Jatter panted heavily as well while he continued to thrust into her, and he saw her eyes...those beautiful emerald eyes staring into his own gold-red ones. She was close to the edge, so close, he could read it in her eyes and her expression. It was then Jatter got an idea, a way to really show Elena how much she couldn't deny her own pleasure. He was confident enough in himself that it wouldn't bother him, either.

Jatter suddenly stopped his thrusting, leaving Elena on the brink. He finally let go of her wrists and scooped one arm around Elena's back while his other arm scooped around her ass. He then leaned up, pulling Elena with him but keeping his cock firmly buried in her snatch. He stood up from the couch, holding Elena's body tightly close to his. He then started walking over towards his bed, still carrying Elena with her on his cock, until he reached the bed. He then turned and fell onto it on his back, then scooted and moved until he was in the center of the bed. He was now on his back, with Elena on top of him, straddling his waist with her breasts squishing against his chest. He put his muzzle right up against Elena's ear, panting hotly into it. "Move yourself on me," He said in a deep growl, "Until you make yourself cum. Twice." His arms then released Elena's back and ass as he pushed her body to lean upwards, then started pawing at her breasts without shame. He might have put himself on the 'bottom', but there was little question who was still in control of things, and he would still do as he wished.

Over the last few days, Elena had gotten familiar with the feeling of her impending orgasm. Dimo had forced it from her. Zag had coaxed it from her. But Jatter was different. They were on the same level as their bodies melded together. Moving as one. A rough, sexual dance with Jatter at the lead. It was why her lips parted to argue when he ceased his movement. Her hazy mind was delayed in its uptake when he suddenly let her arms go just to wrap his own around her in varying degrees.

Her hands slipped up around his shoulders, fingers grasping onto his shirt. The loose grip tightening when he stood. It wasn't exactly an action she expected. Elena's eyes widened with her surprise, her teeth meeting with her lower lip to silence the groan caused by the pressure from his hips. Mid-way, she understood what he was doing. Although once again, Jatter didn't follow suit with the other males. Elena was no longer beneath him.

She was laid out on top of him. Pulled close by his hold until he was centered upon his bed. The girl wiggled on his lap, mewling against his throat at the sensations that still threatened to over take her. The foxes breath caressed the lobe of her ear and her eyelids fluttered open. His demand was simple. It made her shiver, a tiny grin tugging at her lips. Elena felt some sort of depravity in giving in this time... Because she was no longer inhibited by the potential for punishment.

He forced her to sit up, but she moved willingly with him. The weight of her body pressed down upon him. His paws smothered her breasts as she looked down at him, an air of confidence about her. Reaching up, she took the bunched up fabric of her short gown and completely removed it from above her chest. Her dark hair fell in waves over her naked shoulders as the material was discarded upon his floor. At the same time, her hips moved forward, slowly, grinding sort of rhythm. He knew she had no experience like this, but she was so close that it didn't matter.

With her eyes closed and her head lulled back, the girl riding him breathed through parted lips. His thickness barely removed from her, but continuing to touch every sensitive inch of her velvety inner walls. Such movement put pressure against the bulbous knot that prevented her from becoming completely flush with him. He would feel it, her motions becoming faster, desperate. Her breathless moans turning into determined cries as her pleasure pushed the breaking point.

She came in waves. Jerking herself down against him while her insides gripped and suckled viciously at his cock. Her hands had come to rest against the back of his upon her chest, pushing them more firmly onto her breasts, threatening his small claws against her skin. It lasted seconds, but it felt like forever as the euphoria lapped at her svelte body.

Green eyes opened to once again meet his gaze. She was panting. The raven haired girl looking positively feral in that blissful moment. Heat flushed her features, her movement coming to rest briefly upon him. "Next time..." Her hands released his, leaning slightly down until her face was mere inches from his muzzle. "I won't be alone..." She was challenging him. Just as she had done this whole time. He would cum with her. Sealing his fate with a rise of her waist, inches slipping from her tightness only to be brought back into her none too gently, despite just how sensitive she had become. He might have considered himself in control, but she would do as she wished.

Jatter noticed how sure of herself Elena seemed to be as he made her sit up on him. He was delighted as she shed herself of her gown and threw the offending garment aside, making her own body completely naked for him. Then she started riding him, slow grinding at first, but soon becoming a rapid bouncing. Jatter knew he had her now, that Elena's attitude had to be mostly repaired. She was willingly engaging him in sex, bringing herself pleasure completely under her own power. That was always the idea with the rules he had; treat them well, make the girls enjoy themselves, even a little, and it would take their minds off the fact that they were slaves. He watched her head as she let it relaxingly roll around, with her lips parted as she took in short, quick breaths.

The fox beastfolk panted heavily as Elena began to ride out her orgasms, with her pussy clenching hard on his cock, massaging him, milking him, demanding that he give up his seed for her. Even after a year though, Jatter had good control of himself and held himself back at first. To his bemused surprise, she also placed her hands overtop of his and pushed them more forcefully against her breasts, and he happily obliged by squeezing the fleshy orbs tighter, and massaged his fingers deeper into them. But soon she slowed to a halt and her eyes opened again to look down into his. He saw confidence in those eyes, determination, which normally wouldn't be a good thing except for what she had just willingly done to herself. It just fired up Jatter even more to see that fire in her eyes, know that she was one with a strong spirit that wouldn't break. She then leaned down, inches from his face, and told him that next time, they would cum together. Next time. She was well and truly playing into Jatter's hands now.

Jatter just gave her a wide and very...well...foxlike grin as he replied. "We'll see about that." He said as he then let go of Elena's breasts and grabbed the back of her head, then pushed her head down the rest of the way so he could capture her lips with his own, giving her another rough, passionate kiss. With Elena's declaration and his state after she clenched on him, Jatter was finally at the edge himself, and he let himself go. His other hand grabbed Elena's ass as she was leaned down onto his body and he started bucking his hips, slamming his cock back up into her and rocking her body atop him. His eyes rolled back and closed as Elena felt him release a powerful groan into her mouth, and she then felt, yet again, that warm blossom of thick stickiness inside her pussy that signaled a male reaching climax inside her body. Jatter's body slowed to a stop and he kept up the kiss for as long as he could, until he finally had to break off and gasp for breath to recover in the afterglow.

Jatter rested both his hands on Elena's back and rubbed slowly, softly. He just...held her close to him as they both basked in their post-orgasmic bliss, until Jatter suddenly spoke up. "You want to know...why we do this. Why we're enslaving and breeding human females." He said, and it wasn't a question. He leaned his head back against the bed, as this was clearly going to take some time to explain. "You were always going to learn why eventually, so you might as well know now." He breathed a few more times, before launching into it.

"The kingdom we took you from is to the west of here. We, who you call beastfolk--we call ourselves Ajali--have a kingdom of our own, further to the east, over these mountains. Your people have never explored that far. Over the mountains and to the south of our kingdom is another human kingdom, one we frequently conflict with. But things were normal. We had females of our own, a proper equal amount."

Jatter's brow then furrowed slightly as he frowned a little. "But recently, about eight years ago, there was a...catastrophe. Most of our females were killed. We were left with very few females to continue our race with, and we would have dissolved into feuding clans, fighting over last females if it were not for a plan that was hatched. A plan that was made possible by our surviving Wise Women--you would call them 'witches', I believe. They had concocted a new, special elixir, one that would save us. An elixir that, when ingested by a human female who then mates with a beastfolk, will cause that female to conceive a full-blooded beastfolk child." Jatter paused, allowing Elena to take in the implications of that.

"So then all we needed was a source of human females. We couldn't take them from the kingdom south of us, because of our conflicts, they're too well-guarded against us. So instead we set up these towns in the mountains--yes, there's more than one--and we've been launching raids into your kingdom where we are only rumors ever since. We send the babies we breed from your kind back over the mountains to our home, while we rotate the males who come from the kingdom out here, so that all our males get a chance at satiating their needs in life. When we need something, we take it. It's our nature."

Jatter paused again for a few moments. "Anyway, that's why we have the rules that we do, to stop our males from getting too rough with you. Yes, we've enslaved you, but by treating your kind at least somewhat well, give them a purpose that involves pleasure so they don't have much reason to try to escape or rebel, we make them accept their new lives. If you tried to rally the females of this town, you'll find you actually have very little support." Jatter looked into Elena's eyes after this, with a hard expression of disapproval, as if to dissuade Elena of the notion.

But then his face softened, and he lightly chuckled--but there was no humor in it. "There's only one little problem, though. The babies that you human females give birth to after taking the elixir...are almost always male. Female babies are rare. We haven't had one here in a long time. The Wise Women still haven't figured out why. If they can't solve this issue, then we will have to keep doing this...keep living ourselves off stolen humans...forever." Jatter finally went completely silent, with the whole story told to Elena.

Now she knew.

Elena submitted to the kiss as Jatter's fingers slipped through her tresses to hold her there. Even before his claws dug into the curve of her rear, she knew him to be close. It was just something she felt... He tried to stave it off as long as he could, but it had been so long... And the raven haired girl upon him was much too tight, too wet and so very, very warm. She rocked with him. Moaning against his muzzle with each hard thrust of his hips into her. He was barely pulling out now. His knot complety swollen just outside of her entrance causing pressure, almost frustrated that it hadn't made inside the beautiful human girl.

Her green eyes opened and through slits, she watched him climax. The way the fox lost himself, completely giving in as her insides fill with hot, sticky seed. It came in a copious amount, leaking slightly from her entrance and over his knot. Elena wiggled, satisfied that he had reached his peak. And still their kiss continued. One hand reached up, tentatively drawing down the side of his furred cheek. She was still somewhat wary about touching him. She wasn't supposed to, after all. But there was comfort in it. How was she supposed to fully enjoy an experience when she was meant to submit completely, every time..? She would not be cowed.

There she remained on him. Draped along his firm torso as their embrace parted. Both of them breathing, calming themselves. He stroked her back. Warm, fur tufted fingers gliding across smooth skin. Elena sighed, contented in the moment. It was a sensation she hadn't really felt with Dimo or Zag. Of all the beastfolk, she was most comfortable with this groups leader. Her eyes closed as she rested her head to his chest, practically nuzzling against the fur of his throat. Until he began to speak.

Curious, she leaned up a little. Not bothering to remove herself from his softening cock. Instead, she remained still, listening with wide eyes and open ears. He explained, briefly, their history. It was good to give a name to them. Ajali was more aesthetically pleasing. And it was no wonder why her own people were not as familiar with the rumored beastfolk or animalmen. But then, her gaze softened. Conflict was a terrible thing. There was enough fighting within her own kingdom for her to not sympathize. But they never lost females because of it. The women were usually kept far away from the danger.

Though she had to raise her brow as he indirectly insinuated that she might cause some sort of riot. Had he been aware, she already knew such a thing to be futile. Many of the girls were quite happy with their lives among the Ajali. Which left her with a few questions on its own. Not to mention the notion of witchcraft... Which wasn't exactly looked upon as a good thing among her people. And for their sake, she certainly hoped that female children would be born to them. What they were doing was going to create an all out war between the kingdoms, not unlike their home beyond the mountains.

"But..." she sat up a little more to gaze upon him as she spoke. "Why force us to remain as slaves..? Should we not have a choice?" Elena scrutinized him. "I know it seems unlikely that many would agree to such an arrangement... But forcing us is just..." she shook her head a little. "If we are meant to have children, why then can we not care them? It just seems cruel..." she knew why, however. They wanted the females free to breed again as soon as they were able. Not have their attention focused on a hungry infant or fussy infant. And it was painfully obvious that the girls didn't get to choose whose children they would carry. In fact, it was probably different each time.

"How many children have you fathered..?" Elena pried shamelessly. He had said it had been a year since he had been with a woman, but that didn't mean he hadn't bred a girl prior.

Jatter watched Elena carefully after he finished telling the story, and listened to her words and questions. To her first questions, he just slowly shook his head. "As I said, if we need something, we take it. You're right, almost no female would ever accept a mythical beastfolk showing up to them one night with an offer to spirit them away to make children. You were very clear yourself, just minutes ago, that if you had a choice you wouldn't be here. I'm not sorry for us doing what we need to do to survive."

He continued listening to Elena's next question with a slightly raised eyebrow. Not allowed to care for the children? That's what she was focusing on? How curious...but, Elena had also already in her own mind figured out the answer to her own question, though Jatter answered with his own anyway. "Like I said, the children we're breeding are sent back home where they can be raised among their own kind. Though we do acknowledge a female touch is sometimes needed...there actually have been a few females who thought as you do, and after mothering three or four litters out here, we're beginning to allow some of you humans to be taken to our home to be reunited with their offspring, to assist in raising them while continuing to be breeders. We're beginning to see the advantages of this, though there's still a majority of Ajali who believe that allowing humans into our homeland is a mistake. It's a delicate situation, one we're still working out." That this was one of the questions Elena asked told Jatter quite a bit about her priorities. It seemed that if Elena was resigned to being forced to bear children, she wouldn't want to be separated from them. That might be a problem, down the road.

What Jatter wasn't expecting, however, was Elena's last question. He raised an eyebrow higher this time as she asked. He looked at her with a slightly incredulous expression, as he couldn't fathom why she wanted to know. He was quiet for a moment, but answered anyway. "...with human females? Just one. All total? Three. Two more with..." Jatter then frowned and sighed heavily, then leaned his head back against the pillow again, looking up at the ceiling. "...my wife, years ago. I lost her, as did many others in the event that took our females from us." Jatter fell silent while still looking up at the ceiling, as there wasn't anything else to be said on that subject.

Of course Elena had more questions. What happened to the females..? But deep down, she had a feeling she knew. There were only two real possible answers: illness or human intervention. She had a feeling it wast he latter. If they were constantly fighting with the humans nearest them, that seemed less farfetched then some widespread-female only sickness. The very thought made her cheeks flush hot with a sadness and embarrassment of her own kind. One that she had been semi-blind to in all her pampering and wealth. Yet even her few days with the Ajali had revealed things about her, about her people, that she didn't like or agree with. And while she disliked the terms of being a slave, it had brought out a strength in her she hadn't been familiar with.

"I'm sorry..." she murmured. Sorry for what happened to them, to him. Sorry for previously insulting their people and for prying. In fact, they probably treated their own better than humans treated one another. This felt like revenge from all those she ignored and spat at - although in comparison to some of the other nobility - her own parents included.

Her green eyes flitted over Jatter's features. He tried to remain expressionless, but his voice had waivered. Realizing the incredibly intimate position they were still in, she leaned down slightly but paused. The urge to kiss him was unreal. Instead, she simply pressed her lips to the side of his muzzle. It was a gentle, affectionate motion. Soft and fleeting. Considering the sort of sex they had just had.

At least now she better understood what it was they were going through. Bringing humans back likely left a sour note with the Ajali and could bring further problems if, in fact the neighboring kingdom made notice. Certainly they would not stand for seeing human women with beastfolk. Not for their sake, she knew, instead to simply say "This is ours and you can't have it".

Elena shifted, removing herself from him without much effort and letting herself fall to his side upon her own. Her head rested in her hand, elbow upon the soft, fur blanket. "...Considering how you went obtaining us... I'm sure you know what sort of family I'm from." She didn't immediately lookat him as she spoke. A bit of that well-to-do sound returning to her voice. "I've only ever been told what to do, how to act, what to wear... My parents hated each other. I don't even think they liked me much. I was just another arrangement." Now her eyes turned to him.

"I've treated people poorly, myself. I used it to cope with how genuinely useless I was. So being thrust into a position where I can't hide behind a title, a name, a coin... It's foreign. And while this is very different... It's so similar." Elena cleared her throat. "You are to be wed and produce an heir to you're here, we need children." There was a tiny, breathless laugh. "I guess it's silly to pretend to hold onto something I never really had." Freedom.

And knowing what she knew now. Their reasons. The over-all relationships between the girls and the Ajali. Perhaps it wasn't as terrible as being stuck, wed to a man you couldn't divorce, one that you would eventually resent and hate. What a mad cycle.

Elena looked back down, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be hoping for girls, then. When it comes time."