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Verialyn slumped forward once Gron had found his release, her breasts and cheek resting on the muscular and hairy chest as she breathed contently, her arms draped loosely to both sides next to them on the table.
So far Worf had only commanded Phyliss, so she saw no need to move just yet. instead she waited, Gron still inside her and Worfs load beginning to flow out of her stretched rear.
So far Worf had only commanded Phyliss, so she saw no need to move just yet. instead she waited, Gron still inside her and Worfs load beginning to flow out of her stretched rear.
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Worf seized Phyliss by the back of the neck and shook his diminishing knob clean, spattering her with flecks. He pulled her to her feet - any pretense at gentleness had passed - and turned to slap Verialyn's upturned rear.
"Huhuh! Gron don't be long! These fillies need to be secured if we are to ride them again. I don't favour a night hunting them in the woods, not on the wine we have drunk."
And having reminded himself, he picked up the clay pot and quaffed from it violently. Then he passed it to Gron who lay spread on his back, arms outstretched and paw just awake enough to seize the handle.
Then Worf strode upstairs, still gripping Phyliss and uncaring at whether she stumbled and was dragged.
Gron moaned in satisfaction and turned the flask towards his mouth, succeeding in pouring more on Verialyn and himself than he actually drank.
"Huhuh! Gron don't be long! These fillies need to be secured if we are to ride them again. I don't favour a night hunting them in the woods, not on the wine we have drunk."
And having reminded himself, he picked up the clay pot and quaffed from it violently. Then he passed it to Gron who lay spread on his back, arms outstretched and paw just awake enough to seize the handle.
Then Worf strode upstairs, still gripping Phyliss and uncaring at whether she stumbled and was dragged.
Gron moaned in satisfaction and turned the flask towards his mouth, succeeding in pouring more on Verialyn and himself than he actually drank.
Phyliss was very weak after hours of rough treatment, and she began to feel the pain in her butt now, after the excitement was over. But she tried to walk along, as she did not want any more injuries by being dragged over the steps, and she managed to hobble along. Her neck felt as if she was put to the yoke, but she did not dare to complain. She managed to walk along as the reached the floor, and she prepared herself to be put in the cage right now.
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Worf flung the cage open and tied Phyliss to the roof, stretching her arms up and securinh her wrists there with corded vines.
She heard him step away and then the slosh of water as he brought a bucket upto the cage.
"That lunkwad Gron is taking his time. I suppose you should wash or you will attract some other horny beast with your smell."
The fur of his chest pressed against her back and his paw came around to hold her belly.
"Perhaps you do have enough time after all.'
His rough thick fingers stretched down and stroked her pubic hair. With one finger he pressed into the gorgon's cunt and she felt the hard leather of his skin against her soft lips, his palm pressed against her, squashing her hood.
"Unless you are saving yourself for tomorrow?"
Worf had tasted her enjoyment now, despite he abuse, and some remnant of whatever humanity had been broken and twisted in making him now craved that experience.
He drove his finger in deep and rubbed his palm over Phyliss' slit. His other arm held her across her chest.
She heard him step away and then the slosh of water as he brought a bucket upto the cage.
"That lunkwad Gron is taking his time. I suppose you should wash or you will attract some other horny beast with your smell."
The fur of his chest pressed against her back and his paw came around to hold her belly.
"Perhaps you do have enough time after all.'
His rough thick fingers stretched down and stroked her pubic hair. With one finger he pressed into the gorgon's cunt and she felt the hard leather of his skin against her soft lips, his palm pressed against her, squashing her hood.
"Unless you are saving yourself for tomorrow?"
Worf had tasted her enjoyment now, despite he abuse, and some remnant of whatever humanity had been broken and twisted in making him now craved that experience.
He drove his finger in deep and rubbed his palm over Phyliss' slit. His other arm held her across her chest.
Phyliss hung down from the roof and felt the wolfmens finger penetrating her. For a moment she suddenly renember the first time she was sucessfully violated by a barbarian, many years ago: He also tied her arms up, hanging her down... She didn't knew back then, but this was her start into her devotion to submission... The painful penetration brought her back to this time, although she still felt dizzed and stunned from her last anal treatment. She yelped as his finger was much rougher then his cock, being more painful even if it wasn't as huge.
"Oh please. may I wash, Sir..." she begged.
"Oh please. may I wash, Sir..." she begged.
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Worf grunted and left Phyliss, he stepped back and then threw the water so it covered her head to toe from behind.
He brought the second bucket into the cage and untied her while she was still soaking, then he stepped out and locked the cage up.
From a stool he sat and watched her, picking his teeth.
He brought the second bucket into the cage and untied her while she was still soaking, then he stepped out and locked the cage up.
From a stool he sat and watched her, picking his teeth.
Phyliss started washing before Worf would change his mind. A load of seemen flowed out of her cunt and her ass, and she washed off more stains from her skin, face and even snakes. Washing did hurt her stretched holes, but she paid no attention to that. Finally she finished, at least she was clean now. She tried to sit on the bunk, but her butt hurted as she tried, and she had to much today to keep standing, so she laid down on her belly, folding her arms under her chin.
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Downstairs Gron moaned and heaved Verialyn off him. He dragged himself off of the table and swayed uncertainly on his feet.
"Cage!" he bellowed suddenly at Verialyn, drunken and disoriented, then he swept his arm up to point to the stairs.
"Cage!" he bellowed suddenly at Verialyn, drunken and disoriented, then he swept his arm up to point to the stairs.
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"All right" Verialyn grinned back at him while still in the last moments of climbing off the table. With a slight bow she added "I wish you nice and enticing dreams" before turning and striding up the stairs, making another show of her swaying behind for Gron, before joining the other two upstairs in the cage room.
For a few moments she just watched the scene, while still standing in the doorframe, before addressing Worf. "Would you mind unlocking the door for me? I am supposed to spend the night inside."
For a few moments she just watched the scene, while still standing in the doorframe, before addressing Worf. "Would you mind unlocking the door for me? I am supposed to spend the night inside."
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Worf looked on with suspicion but still unlocked the cage and let Verialyn inside. His surprise at her willing encapture was evident but then his eyes turned back to suspicion and strayed to yhe stairs.
He locked the door an marched off, apparently to find Gron.
He locked the door an marched off, apparently to find Gron.
Phyliss looked over to Verialyn, but she said nothing. She still had the taste of seemen and the wolfmen's cocks in her mouth, and she felt her stretched ass, not recovered after a full day of rough penetration by both of the beasts. The pain wasn't as bad as it should be, even without healing, but this was prbably because of her dazed state of mind.
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From downstairs a raucous singing emerged, slurred and tuneless, words muffled but anyway in a bestial tongue. Another voice half-heartedly joined the first, then a crash of splintering wood followed quickly.
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Verialyn bent cautiously downward, more closely inspecting her firends violated rear, even gently pulling the buttocks apart to get a better look. She was unaware that that simple touch would reinforce the warg's magic inhibiting effect, already starting to manifest in her blood as well as a consequence of her first drink.
"Do you think you can handle another day or two, or do we need to try and get away tonight?" The concern in her voice was genuine.
"Do you think you can handle another day or two, or do we need to try and get away tonight?" The concern in her voice was genuine.
"Yes..yesss.. I can..." she murmured, unaware off the magic effect yet. There was a short shot of pain as her friends pulled her cheeks apart, but it didn't matter. Her anus was badly stretched, but not ruptured, so it would heal even without magic, but taking more time and pains.
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From outside there came a long howl. A wolf began it low and built up in degrees until it called wildly as loudly as it could. The noise resounded around the house from nearby, continuing for several minutes with only short pauses.
Phyliss shivered as she heard the fierce howling. Had the beast turned insane and wwould just rip them apart and eat them? Were they at war with other wolfmen? Or was their an attack of real wolves? She was afraid. She didn't have her powers that would save her, and Verialyn could not protect her against all dangers. The cage would not offer any protection, but it kept them from fleeing.
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Verialyn had just been in the process of letting her fingertips trace ever so slightly over the sore spots between the gorgon's butt cheeks, trying to soothe the pain away with her soft caresses.
"That doesn't look good, though..." she commented, about to continue when the wail hit. She froze, fully at attention listening to the howling, and most importantly for potential responses. If a whole pack was involved they might have to get away quickly before things got too ugly.
"That doesn't look good, though..." she commented, about to continue when the wail hit. She froze, fully at attention listening to the howling, and most importantly for potential responses. If a whole pack was involved they might have to get away quickly before things got too ugly.
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The moments of silence that followed stretched out patiently like they would wait forever. Then just as it became possible they would never end, a distant groan broke the disquiet.
The answer rang with the discontent of cattle lowing and that deep moan carried, resonating with the wood of the house, trembling the bars of the cage.
That it came from so far and yet made such impact spoke volumes about it's intensity. To an untrained listener it lasted as long as the howl and even followed the pauses and the crescendo of that noise. Yet compared to the instant and chilling danger of that sound, the reply of this long horn was an ominous and ancient terror.
The answer rang with the discontent of cattle lowing and that deep moan carried, resonating with the wood of the house, trembling the bars of the cage.
That it came from so far and yet made such impact spoke volumes about it's intensity. To an untrained listener it lasted as long as the howl and even followed the pauses and the crescendo of that noise. Yet compared to the instant and chilling danger of that sound, the reply of this long horn was an ominous and ancient terror.
Phyliss got up on her knees and hugged her friend. She was afraid, as her magic shieds, her selfhealing and all other magic powers were gone - she was just so vulnerable as a common mortal woman. She wasn't a coward, but she was truly afraid now.
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Verialyn returned her friends embrace, trying to spend as much comfort as she could.
Her mind was not into it, though, instead most of her attention focussed on the sounds coming from the outside, trying to stay calm and make out as many significant details as possible to be better prepared for whatever this might lead to.
She did not have much opportunity for that, though, since not long after the howling died down as suddenly as it had begun, leaving the girls to wonder what it was about and finally drift into an uneasy sleep.
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The next two days were a vague repetition of the previous one.
Again Warf would drag Phyliss out into the forest and perform some strange rituals on her, painting her body with obscure patterns, mumbling something that sounded like gibberish to her, and make use of all her orifices in the process. Something did not seem to go as expected, though, since with every passing hour the wolfman became more and more disgruntled, his confident demeanor growing more and more angry.
Gron once more would oversee Verialyn conducting some menial tasks around the house, and again have some very special tasks for her now and then, still feeling uneasy about the strange woman who seemed to take all of this abuse with stride, happiness even. His cock did not seem to be bothered as much, though. In between all this Verialyn got her second and third sip of his blood, and again she could feel something strange and powerful manifesting inside her. After the third time it felt very lasting and powerful.
And so after another night filled with frightful howling and uneasy rest the fourth day of the girl's stay at the hut began with the sun's ray's tickling the sleeping gorgon's nose.
As they drifted back to wakefulness they coudl hear the by now familiar voices downstairs.
"The pack has decided. We have to move on, some large band of self styled monster hunters is approaching, and they want to pick another place for the battle." That was Warf
"Gah, why not fight those weaklings here and now?"
"The elders have decided, and I will not question them. Do you?"
"Err..." Gron sounded subdued "but what about the girls?"
"Well, we can hardly bring them along, and you know that. Not everyone in the pack approves of human sex slaves."
"A pity, I liked them both, the snake girl, and particularly the one with the huge udders..."
"I know..." theer was some undefined anger in Warf's voice, though. "Would be a waste to just kill them, though." A pause, apparently he was thinking, until finally he seemed to have reached a decision. "There is still enough time. We bring them to the slave traders. Go and fetch the manacles..."
Her mind was not into it, though, instead most of her attention focussed on the sounds coming from the outside, trying to stay calm and make out as many significant details as possible to be better prepared for whatever this might lead to.
She did not have much opportunity for that, though, since not long after the howling died down as suddenly as it had begun, leaving the girls to wonder what it was about and finally drift into an uneasy sleep.
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The next two days were a vague repetition of the previous one.
Again Warf would drag Phyliss out into the forest and perform some strange rituals on her, painting her body with obscure patterns, mumbling something that sounded like gibberish to her, and make use of all her orifices in the process. Something did not seem to go as expected, though, since with every passing hour the wolfman became more and more disgruntled, his confident demeanor growing more and more angry.
Gron once more would oversee Verialyn conducting some menial tasks around the house, and again have some very special tasks for her now and then, still feeling uneasy about the strange woman who seemed to take all of this abuse with stride, happiness even. His cock did not seem to be bothered as much, though. In between all this Verialyn got her second and third sip of his blood, and again she could feel something strange and powerful manifesting inside her. After the third time it felt very lasting and powerful.
And so after another night filled with frightful howling and uneasy rest the fourth day of the girl's stay at the hut began with the sun's ray's tickling the sleeping gorgon's nose.
As they drifted back to wakefulness they coudl hear the by now familiar voices downstairs.
"The pack has decided. We have to move on, some large band of self styled monster hunters is approaching, and they want to pick another place for the battle." That was Warf
"Gah, why not fight those weaklings here and now?"
"The elders have decided, and I will not question them. Do you?"
"Err..." Gron sounded subdued "but what about the girls?"
"Well, we can hardly bring them along, and you know that. Not everyone in the pack approves of human sex slaves."
"A pity, I liked them both, the snake girl, and particularly the one with the huge udders..."
"I know..." theer was some undefined anger in Warf's voice, though. "Would be a waste to just kill them, though." A pause, apparently he was thinking, until finally he seemed to have reached a decision. "There is still enough time. We bring them to the slave traders. Go and fetch the manacles..."
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