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Kiria's little victory proved quite short lived. She was now to 'put her higher upbringing to use' and feed the slaves, however little sense that made. Perhaps it was a joke that worked better in Colhese. The great pot of oatmeal-stew put a sway in her step. It was hot and heavy, and she could only really carry it one-handed by the handle. She couldn't help but feel the present sight of her only further tarnished the authority of her uniform.

As she approached the slave pens, she got to witness a sight she should've very much expected. There, upon the ground, laid a black lupine pair of legs and tail, the rest of their owner currently smothered by a great white horse, of which Kiria could only see the back and hind parts. His heavy balls swayed in rhythm with his motions, slicking and schlocking as he penetrated the female's insides with his length.

Moving past this particular display, she got to see that the lupine underneath was the one who'd cleaned her the other night. She didn't look much happier getting fucked than she did doing her job.

The cages themselves were not very large for the numbers they housed, but they weren't exactly cramped either. Each housed over a dozen, most of which currently stood or sat upon different coloured cloth blankets. A good number of them were modestly clothed to some extent. There were some smaller, waist-high cages as well, but those were currently empty, and likely served only as punishment. What caught Kiria's eye more than anything were the protrusions on some of the slaves' bellies. Given their moderately skinny physique, and the diet she currently carried, she was quite sure they weren't merely gathering fat. And considering she saw no children within the camp, she couldn't help but wonder what would become of them.

She'd been told to find one Goert, and judging by the absence of anyone else there for the moment, the currently busied horse was most likely it. Standing by in silence, she observed as the equine plowed into the prone lupine with steady pace, until finally, he arched his back and shuddered, his movements now minute and growing more subtle by the second.

"Agh... you the new girl, eh?", the horse asked as he dismounted the yet lying black wolfess.

"Yes.", Kiria said, somewhat relieved to hear he spoke Zernese.

The equine stowed his manhood in his pants and walked up to Kiria. He proved yet another that physically towered over her. "Name's Goert, though you can call me Grip.", he said, then suddenly grabbed Kiria between the legs.

"Uh!", Kiria exclaimed in stifled surprise and flinched.

"I like to get to know the slave girls well.", Grip said with a smirk.

"I-...! I'm supposed to only entertain the commanders!", Kiria said in stammer, even as Grip released her.

"Hmpf. Keeping the fresh and pretty ones to themselves.", Grip said, then palmed Kiria's chin, looking her over curiously. "You seem the type who'll end up here sooner or later.", he added with a toothy grin.

"We're to feed the slaves.", Kiria said with a frown, desperate to divert the subject from herself and prospects more dire.

"That so?", Grip teased, then released her. "Set the pot upon that table.", he instructed.

Kiria did as told without question, and received a slap on her rear as reward. Despite having suffered much worse in recent days, she still blushed and fumed at this, as the gesture only further cemented her as some lesser tavern girl anyone could put their hands on.

"Good girl.", Grip said and walked up next to her. "As food handler, you and black stuff here get first servings.", he said, gesturing towards the other wolfess now dusting herself off. He then took up two not particularly clean wooden bowls and filled them with some of the stew. "Eat up.", he said, handing Kiria the bowl.

She nodded, looking rather apprehensively at the meal. She had little in the way of utensils to actually eat it with, but judging by the other wolf girl's approach, she was expected to eat the thick porridge-like stew by hand. With a deep sense of disdain, she began to do just that. Though the food left much to be desired compared to things she normally ate, to a half-starved stomach it felt quite pleasant. Something on her mind soured her taste, however.

"What happens when they're ready to give birth?", Kiria asked the white horse.

"Hm?", Grip asked back in wonder, tearing himself from the task of filling the bowls for the other slave girls.

"What happens to the children?", Kiria asked.

"Oh. We leave them with their mothers by the road. Prefer not to make it our problem.", Grip said.

"So you let them go?", Kiria asked in mild disbelief.

"Yeah?", Grip asked back, seemingly uncertain why it proved such a problem. "Though you might not be so fortunate. You've greater use than just being a hole, it seems.", he added. "Similarly with Coaltits here.", he then went on, gesturing towards the black wolfess. "She can't seem to get pregnant no matter how many pricks spill in her. Been trying for years.", he said with a mild smile.

Kiria looked at the other wolfess with a sense of pity, though only for a moment. She could not permit herself to level with slaves. Despite her current standing, she was still of higher birth, and her position would reflect that again some day.

"What?", the black wolfess then asked, apparently having caught her gaze.

Kiria frowned, then turned her attention elsewhere. The meal was over much too soon, both to her stomach and her thoughts. She was left to contemplate her potential-

"AH!", Kiria yelped as she felt her pants suddenly yanked down to her ankles. In retrospect, by that point, she should've been used to it, but at that moment she still covered herself and went red as a beet in shame. "What are y-AGH!", she squealed anew as the white horse abruptly plunged his middle finger up her sex. It was unpleasantly slippery and cool, likely lubricated with saliva.

"Inspecting the livestock.", Grip whispered maliciously in her ear, his digits continuing to shift and poke at her inner walls.

At this point, Kiria saw little recourse but to remain still. She felt particularly flustered to have this happening in front of slaves, her standing in their eyes no doubt lowered to levels near their own. She could not permit this.

"You nh-...! Understand I am meant for the nh-! Commanders!", Kiria gasped out as the horse proceeded to rudely thrust his fingers in and out of her.

"So you've mentioned. But who's gonna tell them?", Grip asked in whisper. "I take care of the girls in this company. I would suggest you remember that, lest I pick you a cage much less comfortable.", he said.

"I'll not be caged.", Kiria said adamantly.

"Hmpf.", Grip murmured with a smile and pulled out, only to slap her rear harshly. "Bad girl.", he said in mock reprimand. "Just remember that even if the next they see of you is just your headless corpse, at most they might show me the lash. It is not even ground you stand on, but muck any could drown you in with little repercussion.", he quipped, then abruptly released her.

Shaken with his words and the new violation, she pulled up her pants with renewed contempt for the men of this company. Perhaps for her own weakness as well. All the more she felt the need to flee, though she yet hesitated. It'd mean a definite abandonment of her efforts to gain favour within the company, but more and more she began to think she would sooner wind up dead than ever regain anything resembling status.

"Go feed the rest of the slaves. Then take the bowls with Coal and have them cleaned by the stream.", Grip instructed as he took a seat at a chair, leaning back and visibly intending to do no more work himself.

Kiria did as ordered. Only once she'd walked a ways away from him did she inspect herself and realize he'd actually lubricated his fingers with stew, leaving her feeling slightly more unclean.

---

Carrying the dirty bowls, Kiria took equal measure of care not to drop any as well as not to permit any of the leftovers to touch her uniform. It was her one anchor to life as an officer. Not to mention a source of pride.

They reached the lower end of the stream and crouched by its edge. Though the task was degrading, Kiria had other matters on her mind.

"So, years, has it been?", she asked towards the black lupine.

Coal merely nodded dismissively. She did not look eager to speak.

"What were you before?", Kiria asked.

"Does it matter?", Coal asked bitterly.

"I believe so.", Kiria assured. To a certain extent it did, as in case she decided fighting back was her only option, she would need decent allies.

"Farmer and rancher. Had my own land and all.", Coal said.

"Upon rebel lands?", Kiria asked, seeking greater reason for her being there.

"Not by choice. I was there before the rebels. They ransacked my supplies, mercenaries came and took the rest.", Coal explained.

"Sounds quite unjust.", Kiria noted.

"You don't say.", Coal noted with resounding sarcasm. "I've the Imperium to thank for it. They hired this mad band to pillage its own lands.", she said bitterly.

"To fight off its enemies.", Kiria corrected, an air of pride penetrating her tone in response to the insult.

"Same thing.", Coal said dismissively. "So desperate to keep a banner up they'd scorch everything around it.", she said.

"This company... it's effective at what it does.", Kiria said, trying to explain her own unrelenting faith in the Imperium.

"Of course. As can be seen.", Coal said, gesturing between them.

"This... this is a perversion of their purpose.", Kiria assured. "The Imperium will make example of them once they realize what they've done.", she said.

"Heh. I'd like to see that.", Coal said bitterly.

"We'd do well to stick together.", Kiria said. As much as she hated to rely on common slaves, she would likely have better luck escaping with help. "If we work together, we could-"

"Oh, no. No, no, no.", Coal said, cackling madly. "I've heard that before. Tried it twice. I've seen enough escapees stabbed, hanged or with their throats slit to know how this ends for me.", she said.

"We need but one attempt to make it out.", Kiria argued.

"You'd get more than one. Rest of us-... oh shit!", Coal began, then halted abruptly as she noticed something off to the side. She quickly gathered the bowls she'd been cleaning and ran, leaving Kiria with seconds to realize she was being surrounded by a pack of large semi-indecent men. Five of them.

"Brina hok kret!", a beige bull among them announced jovially.

"I... don't understand.", Kiria said, looking up at them with a sense of dread.

"Bend over.", a brown and white horse said plainly, similarly looking quite happy. Their demeanour and breath unmistakably revealed they were drunk.

"I'm supposed to serve only the command staff.", Kiria tried to reason, though considering they didn't look to so much as pause, they hardly cared. The next thing she knew, she found herself head-first in the stream waters, this time brought low by a hard slap.

"To you we are command staff.", the horse said. "Pants off, arse up. That's an order.", he said.

As she felt his hand reach in and grab her by the back of her pants, a sudden new feeling of disdain flowed through her. Though she well remembered she was not to take matters into her own hands, she would not permit these common sellswords to have their way with her. Not without a fight, at least.

With one of the bowls gripped firmly in hand, she rose up and spun around. In a quick sidewards arc, the bowl flew into the horse's nose.

"Agh!", the horse sounded out, sounding more annoyed than truly in pain. With his eyes squinted shut, he failed to react as Kiria's boot struck him between the legs with a solid thud. "Ough!", he gasped in surprise and doubled over.

Before Kiria could proceed with her assault further, her arm was caught by one of the surrounding men, effectively immobilizing her. She didn't even get the chance to answer with a punch or kick, when the grey goat holding her delivered a solid punch to her side. Feeling as though her innards had just been reshuffled, the wooden bowl fell from her hand and into the stream with a splash, Kiria herself stumbling away with renewed sense of regret.

Though she felt ready to faint, she was caught by the tail and kept upright in a manner most painful. She had but a moment to endure this, however.

---

The next thing Kiria knew, her face was uncomfortably pressed against the leaf-strewn soil, her rear directed upward. Everything hurt, but most of all her head. The breeze she felt over her parts once more suggested her pants had been displaced. With a renewed spike of pain, she rolled over onto her side, evaluating the damage that'd befallen her in her unconscious state.

Her uniform was torn in multiple places, and thoroughly dirtied by dust and cum alike. It was dark, late in the evening, and she was somewhere unfamiliar, the leafy canopy above a new sight. She still heard the faint sounds of rushing water, albeit at considerable distance. Apparently she'd been dragged off somewhere more discreet after her loss of consciousness. Perhaps even dumped out of sight like unwanted trash.

Blood caked her face, likely having come from her nostrils. Her left eye felt somewhat swollen, her abdomen and lower back ached immensely. She'd been treated worse than dirt, and more than that, her one comfort had been torn from her once more. For a while she felt numb at this, but steadily, as she remembered the faces of the lowly scum that'd used her, she reignited her anger, not only for these few degenerates, but for the whole of this damned company.

There was nothing for her here. If whatever bunch of common troops could tear away all she'd accomplished, then her ideas of gaining any kind of status within this band had been foolish to begin with.

With a renewed sense of purpose, she got up and straightened out what was left of her uniform, then began to make her way past the few tents and patrolmen still between her and the wilds. Though they were far from few, they were dispersed much too sparsely, making her task easier than even she'd expected.

---

Walking through the dark forests for what must've been hours now, with only the occasional patch of moonlight to guide her, she was beginning to feel rather unsettled, and cold. She'd swiped a dagger and waterskin for her journey, but truly she should've taken a lantern to light her way, at least from time to time.

Perhaps worse than that, she was starting to feel as though she was being watched. Given the all encompassing dark, it seemed quite impossible for anyone to track her. Nonetheless, she kept her eyes and ears on alert for sight or sound of predators wild and upright alike.

She hadn't had a lot of experience with lone journeys through the wilds. At most it'd always been in the day in between places only hours on foot apart. This was a brand new experience for her, and she couldn't help but dread what lurked behind each and every tree.

The rustling of leaves around her grew ever more intense, the snapping of twigs underfoot making her shirk at the chance of being heard. At one moment, she could've sworn she'd heard a wild animal groan in the distance. The sensation of being observed only seemed to grow and grow ever more intense, faint sounds and sights at the corners of her eyes making her fidget and scan the surroundings in constant alarm.

She reached a clearing, its breadth filled to the brim with tall grasses and trunks of fallen trees. The former site of a lumber yard, no doubt. She went ahead into the moonlit grass, looking around for more definite signs of pursuit. Briefly she took pause and raised her head to peer ahead, when the sight she witnessed froze her heart. At the end of the clearing stood a line of shapes, quite apparently not even attempting to hide. The scene seemed so surreal yet mind shattering that she thought she was dreaming. She turned tail to find her path back was now likewise barred, a shadowy group standing there as mirror to the other. In panic, she looked to either side, but once again found figures simply standing there, fewer in number, but still a dreadful sight.

They then began to approach, a circle mercilessly closing around her. Desperate to escape, Kiria sought out the weakest part of the enclosure, and began a sprint towards it. The surrounding figures responded to her attempt with terrifying speed, the gap in between closing before her very eyes. Still she ran, hoping to slip by right in between them. It seemed as though she might just narrowly make it, when hands grabbed at and tackled her to the floor below.

"Agh!", Kiria shrieked as she skidded through the tall grass.

Before she could even think to rise back up, she felt heavy bodies pile up on top of her. Struggle as she might, the men upon her held her in place with little effort, their very weight enough of a challenge without their strength added to it.

"Weak.", she finally heard one of them speak in her ear, his voice hissing softly. "Would've expected more challenging a hunt from this one.", the unfamiliar voice said, even as Kiria's arms were uncomfortably wrenched behind her.

"Yeah, Red did gooder.", another commented, this one's accent thick.

"Call the boss in.", the first voice then said.

"Already coming.", the other said. This sparked a renewed terror in Kiria. Dekkon would likely be very displeased with what she'd done, to say the least. Futile as it may've been, she had to try something.

"Let me go! I am an officer of the Imperium!", Kiria demanded with renewed struggles.

"Shut up.", the first voice grumbled in annoyance. "Don't remind me we side with people who employ little cunts like you as officers.", he added.

"Let go or you'll suffer the consequences along with your leaders!", Kiria shouted, both in anger and desperation.

"Quit squirming or you'll experience them much sooner.", the first voice said in answer.

Kiria stopped talking, yet continued to test their grip on her. As unlikely as it seemed, she still hoped for a chance of escape. Yet even the gods couldn't pull her out of this predicament. She was left to breathe heavily with her face pressed against some unknown turf, of grass, moss, dirt and insects, most likely.

Soon after, the heavy beating steps of a steed approached, culminating in a whining groan as it came to a halt.

"Nice work.", she heard the voice say. It wasn't Dekkon, she realized, yet still seemed familiar.

"This one was easy.", the first among them said.

"Tie her up and put her on my hirik.", the lead voice said.

"Yes, boss.", the first said, then turned her around and began to bind her arms at the front. This one turned out to be a goat, dark of fur... no, covered in darkened paint, the bulk of his attire likewise dark and difficult to discern in their present conditions. He looked her in the eyes with a mild sense of disinterest. Kiria no longer bothered to struggle, the situation much too hopeless even to her.

As she felt herself raised up, she briefly looked at the rider to find it was unmistakably Backser, dressed in dark clothes not dissimilar to those of others around, though bereft of paint upon his fur, his natural colours providing sufficient cover in the dark. They mounted her at his front, his muscular arms hovering around her, her hands much too securely bound to do any harm. There was nothing else to be done but to accept her failure and await the coming punishment.

"Return to your posts. Tonight's bounty is a tenner to each, fifty to the two of you.", Backer said towards the gathered men.

Their spirits raised, the scouts dispersed into the night, quickly disappearing out of sight. Kiria and Backser, on the other hand, began their journey back to camp.

"So. Was it worth it?", Backser asked.

Kiria rolled her eyes. She didn't require any further taunting to know she'd made a critical error, both in judgement and assessment of the company. "So this is how you guard your camp.", she said.

"It is.", Backser said, sounding somewhat smug to have surprised the Imperial officer so. "Much better to have scouts scattered throughout than to waste time patrolling camp.", he said.

"Generally a mix of both is applied.", Kiria suggested meekly.

"This is a mix. Simply with emphasis on the scouts.", Backser said cheerfully.

A silence fell between them for a while.

"What will happen to me?", Kiria then asked, feeling as though she was heading off to be executed.

"Don't know. Up to Pick.", Backser said with a shrug.

"What does normally happen to runaway slaves?", Kiria asked on.

"More cramped cage. No food. Beatings. Depends.", Backser iterated with disinterest. "In your case I guess you might end up naked in a cage. Might lose your 'limited clientele' privilege.", he noted.

Kiria looked off into the distance morosely. "And does it matter why I ran off?", she then asked.

"Why did you?", Backser asked.

"I was assaulted by common soldiers.", Kiria said bitterly.

"Hm. Not sure.", Backser murmured. "But...", he then began and stopped their steed, only to dismount and pull Kiria off, much to her confusion. They were nowhere near the camp quite yet. "If I say you were trying to return when we caught you, that might warrant some leniency.", he said.

"I... take it there's a cost involved.", Kiria said, looking at him with uncertainty.

"Nothing too great next to what you've been doing already.", Backser assured as he led her a couple steps towards a fallen tree. "Just rub me the right way, mention this to no one, and I'll claim you were relieved to have been found.", he said as he sat down.

"Uh. Aren't... aren't you a deviant?", Kiria asked uncertainly.

"I am an admirer of male flesh, much like you.", Backser said with some hint of annoyance. "It is difficult to find suitable companionship at camp, you see. We do not keep male prisoners for long, and all the men with similar interests just don't fancy me that way.", he said.

"I see.", Kiria said, though in truth she did not. She wouldn't place herself anywhere near a deviant, and she found it puzzling to imagine anyone cared much for consent within this company.

"So, much as it pains me, I sometimes patronize some of the stronger girls.", Backser said. "Simply use your hands or mouth and remain silent.", he said and pulled his pants down, revealing his manhood before her.

Kiria nodded in resignation, and took a seat next to the horse. As he leaned back, presenting himself quite openly, Kiria briefly contemplated this new development. The knife now at his hoofs seemed tempting, yet it likely sat there as obvious bait. Trying to grab at it would welcome a potentially deadly kick to the head or chest.

Her ideas of violent rebellion would have to be set aside for the moment, with thoughts somewhat more strange coming to the forefront. Before her was the limp prick of a man-bedder, and she was expected to make him forget she was not a he. Of all the unexpected things in her life, this seemed the oddest. The one upside she drew from this was that she wouldn't have to taste it.

With a silent sigh, she placed her still tied hands upon the black equine's soft genitals, fondling and kneading them with her fingers. Backser closed his eyes and arched his back, engulfing himself in the pleasant sensations. He must've been quite pent up, as her ministrations brought his member to full attention quite quickly. As she began to stroke its length, she stared off into the dirt, preferring not to dwell on the actual act. The horse's heavy breathing suggested she was doing well regardless.

Though she spared glances towards the equine's bobbing shaft and bouncing balls, what little appeal she may've felt at the sight gave way to the simple mechanical dullness of the act. She almost would've preferred to use her tongue just to lessen the monotony, but she decided she'd receive enough of that in the coming days.

As Backser's grunts intensified, so did the speed of her strokes. It grew tiresome to her arms, but she persevered, only briefly slowing down to rest. Finally, the horse tensed up and arched his back as far as it could go, at which point Kiria abruptly realized she didn't want his seed ending up on either of them, and so directed his prick away, wishing neither to sully herself nor face the male's anger. His seed initially seemed to drip out, then suddenly shoot surprisingly far, spurt after spurt falling upon the dark forest turf. The amount seemed obscene, though at this point Kiria had to only maintain her grip and observe.

As Backser's passion came to a close, Kiria released him to the unpleasant realization that her hands had been covered with his essence. Though she'd had such fluids in places potentially worse, nothing felt quite as troubling as getting some on her palms. She discreetly wiped them over the bark of the fallen log they sat upon, but only felt more dirty in the process. The smell would certainly persist.

"Ah! Good job, slave.", Backser said with a pleasant sigh. "Now then, time to return.", he announced as he got up and redid his pants.

She did not argue.

---

As they rode into camp and steadily neared its center, the atmosphere grew ever more tense in Kiria's mind. Though it was dark and lit by few yet burning fires in between, to her it felt like everyone was watching. She herself, on the other hand, now felt deathly tired and defeated, and whatever the punishment, she felt she would simply accept it just to get some rest sooner. Any further attempts at bettering her standing would require a greater amount of rethinking, and at that moment she felt very much incapable of thoughts more complex.

"You shiver.", Backser noted in whisper.

She did indeed, and not due to cold. The oncoming judgement yet brought fear to her mind. And anger. She yet firmly retained awareness of what a travesty this entire band partook in, and she was helpless to do anything about it.

"Worry not. You're not getting hanged.", Backser said with a mild sense of cheer. "Whatever your fate, there's always a tomorrow.", he said.

"It is not a tomorrow I look forward to.", Kiria said morosely.

"Then put a blade through your breast and spare yourself the worry.", Backser said plainly.

Kiria said no more, and for but a moment she considered his words an option. But no more than that. Suicide was for cowards who feared repercussions more than death itself, and she hardly counted herself among them. She yet had fight in her, even if she would have to now sparingly tap into her reserves.

As they drew towards the central pyre, she felt as though they readied to throw her atop of it like some woeful sacrifice. Few were yet there at this hour, Dekkon himself absent, though likely not for long.

"Rouse Pick. I got his bitch back.", Backser announced triumphantly, then dismounted the steed.

Kiria got pulled off the side quite harshly, nearly falling as she landed, but got held upright, only to then get pushed downwards.

"Kneel.", Backser instructed. "And try to look regretful.", he added in tone more silent.

Kiria nodded and looked towards the dirt in humility. They awaited no longer than a minute before Dekkon came trudging out his tent, visibly irate and seemingly ready to hit someone. Kiria saw only his bare hooves as he neared, and dared not raise her sights.

"Where?", Dekkon asked briskly.

"Northern forests. Though she was returning.", Backser said.

"Hm? And why's that, girl?", Dekkon asked as he crouched down in front of Kiria and raised her face by the muzzle.

"I... I'd fled due to some common troops getting violent with me. I hadn't intended to run away.", Kiria assured. Now more than ever, telling lies just to spare herself the lash felt greatly unbecoming of an officer of the Imperium. She should've been more defiant, but at this point it would've hindered her much too greatly. There was nowhere to run, and she would have to take every measure possible to reduce her risks of punishment, even if it meant burying her pride. She thought to apologize as well, but even then the words felt much too heavy in her throat.

"Hmpf. Not sure I believe you.", Dekkon said.

"She didn't beat herself up and neither did we.", Backser said, sounding insulted and crossing his arms.

Dekkon continued to stare her down for a while, then sighed mildly and got back up. "Fleeing or no, because you left camp, you require punishment.", he announced. "I'll not have you spoilt just yet, but you are to be stripped and caged.", he said. "Untie her.", he then said, at which Backser ducked down and steadily undid her bindings.

As her wrists became free again, she got pulled up to her paws, only to have her pants go down unceremoniously. It seemed a common theme of her current day, and she had little desire to try and fight it. Instead she assisted in her own humiliation, and began to undo her jacket. With the last of her clothes soon fallen to the floor below, she was once more bare as she'd been at the beginning of her day, any sense of progress robbed of her.

"Before you go, I would make use of you.", Dekkon said and roughly took her by the hand. She didn't struggle. He brought her before a wooden table, and briskly pushed her to sit upon its edge. "Spread em.", he instructed, standing before her in a stance powerful and intimidating, the sort that suggested 'no' was not a viable answer.

She thought back to how just yesterday she would've thrashed and protested with all her might just not to give in with anything resembling consent. This day she realized it futile to waste strength on such shows of rebellion, as degrading as it was. Unhappily she spread her legs and looked off to the side. Her body was no longer hers, she realized, and she would have to hope against all hope that something in that regard could change in the coming days. Maybe weeks. Perhaps months. For now she had to endure it in silence.

As Dekkon nestled himself in between her thighs, his flaccid parts draped over her groin, she felt a renewed disdain for the ram. At the same time, she realized it was not as strong as the day before. Somehow she was steadily becoming desensitized towards him. At the very least it'd help her maintain her stoic resolve, though his smells yet drove her to grimace mildly.

Roughly he began to fondle her breast with one hand, and kept her from sliding away with the other. Grinding their parts together, he leaned in close to her face, his warm breath filling her nostrils with a stench that brought unpleasant imagery into her conscious. Somehow the very memories of her first defeat against him stung much harder than any that'd come after. She had to think of something else. Anything to take her away from yesterday.

Try as she might, her mind couldn't take her out of the encampment, not to sights more pleasant nor fantasies of future redemption. Instead she had to place herself firmly in the present, and all the sensations she would experience.

Kiria grimaced as she felt the ram's length enter her for the third time now. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations in her body, desperate to drown out the unwanted pleasure and focus on her discomfort. The thrusts continued to grow more and more pronounced, along with the ram's grunts and pants, and as they did, so did Kiria's. She hated that her body would betray her like this again. At the very least she kept her mouth shut throughout, but even that proved a miniscule compense next to the tingling growing in her womb. Her struggle continued on, her womanhood refusing to be subdued even under the circumstances, when suddenly her sex errupted, her features locked in grimace as she struggled to remain silent.

The ram seemed to realize this, and hastened his efforts, until finally, he also reached climax. Kiria breathed a sigh of relief as she felt hot seed spill inside her vulva. It was over for now, and she'd managed to only gasp out any signs of enjoyment. Though this would no doubt repeat many times the coming days, at the very least she felt this a minor victory, not in defiance to Dekkon, but to her own sense of pride.

As he pulled out, however, she couldn't help but feel she'd just been used and discarded. She certainly didn't feel victorious sitting there upon a table, shallow of breath and oozing seed from her hole.

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the muzzle and directed it towards his own, gazing into her eyes with a sense of irritation.

"I trust you now understand there's no escape, and that your body is mine.", he said, his voice somehow even deeper than usual.

Kiria nodded in reserved manner, unable to move more and not particularly eager to speak.

"Take her to the kennels.", Dekkon instructed plainly as he trudged back into his tent.

A soldier grabbed her by the arm and led her off. She followed obediently.

---

Her sudden entry into the group cage caused a mild stir among its inhabitants. Under cover of blankets they laid all over in haphazard manner, and Kiria now joined them with a blanket of her own.

Predictably enough, the most vacant spaces were those near the waste buckets, and Kiria had no intention of laying there. Instead, she trudged her way over the prone slaves and found herself a tight spot in between multiple others. Even there, a heavy reek pervaded her surroundings, of sweat, urine, blood, but most of all seed.

"Bitch.", she heard one of them utter in annoyance. It turned out to be the now familiar black-furred lupine, looking up at her in seeming challenge. Kiria decided to ignore her, as nothing good could come of conflict now.

Prone on her side with the not so pleasant sight of another slave's paws in front of her face, she closed her eyes and did her best to fall asleep. As much as she would've wanted to seek more immediate methods of regaining her dignity, she had to accept that this would take time, and that there was no escaping her fate through regular means.

Pulling her covers tight around herself, she prayed for a more lenient tomorrow.