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With her pleasant distraction done with, under escort of the black horse known as Backser, Takia returned to her cart to the sight of Dekkon and a number of men eyeing her wagon more closely. It would've been quite an intimidating sight were she not licensed with the Guild. None would cross them, after all.

"Satisfied?", Dekkon asked.

"Egh. Girl's not really suited for it.", Takia claimed. She wasn't about to oversell a service received.

Dekkon shook his head in displeasure. "Either way, we're set for 1440.", he said.

"Hold on. I said I'd go lower. Didn't agree to a final price.", Takia said with a calming gesture and smile. She yet intended to bring the amount much closer to her original offer.

At that moment, Dekkon looked at her with a sense of suspicion and scorn. He then walked up close to her. Much closer than she would've liked. His scent was hardly pleasant to behold, and his breath only further solidified the impression.

"You tryin' to make a fool of me?", he asked, his voice now particularly deep and booming.

"Not at all.", Takia began, smiling apologetically. This was becoming somewhat concerning now. "I merely wish to secure a deal more lucrative.", she said.

"We agreed to an amount in return for some fun with a slave.", Dekkon said sternly.

"As I said, we agreed to no set amount.", Takia assured, taking a step back. "Look, perhaps we could do with a cooling of tempers.", she suggested. "Let us reconvene-"

"Fug that.", Dekkon growled. "Seize the wares.", he then commanded towards his men.

At that point, the colour faded from Takia's face. Were they really doing this? Even as an intimidation tactic this would rouse the Merchants' Guild's anger. Yet they were doing just as told, rummaging and picking through the back of her cart.

"Wha- hold on!", Takia shouted. "What are you doing?", she asked critically at Dekkon.

He simply stood there with his arms crossed, looking down at her with clear contempt.

"The Guild will not let this go unanswered!", Takia warned.

Dekkon smirked at this. "The Guild?", he asked in bemusement.

"They'll not do business with you anymore.", Takia said.

"They'll do nothing.", Dekkon said. "You're not the first to come around and try to con us.", he said and neared her once more. "They prefer to overlook some seized goods rather than deal with us hunting down their members.", he explained.

Takia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Would the Guild truly permit this? To have all her possessions seized over some poor negotiations? She could not accept it.

"The Guild will hear of this.", Takia said, frowning scornfully.

"Maybe.", Dekkon said, just as two men grabbed Takia from the sides.

"H- hey!", Takia protested, struggling against their grip. "What are you doing?", she asked.

"Seizing property.", Backser said dryly. "A cart of goods, a beast of burden, and one slave.", he said, looking down at the cat with a sense of curious bemusement.

"Wha-...? I am a free woman! A licensed merchant of the Guild!", Takia now screamed in protest, continuing to struggle futilely. "This is illegal!", she shouted, just as the straps of her robes began to give in.

"Legal, illegal. We have our own rules.", Backser said with a sly smile.

As her clothing fell torn from her shoulders, she covered herself in panic. Naked and surrounded by big volatile mercenaries, she was now truly terrified. The reality of the situation settled upon her mind like a bag of lead.

"Seeing as you've a cunt and no prick, that makes our rules rather simple for you.", Backser said with a smug grin.

"Take her to the kennels and await my arrival.", Dekkon ordered humourlessly.

"No!", Takia screamed and pulled against her captors. They proved much too strong, however, and only grew annoyed with her disobedience. Unfortunately for Takia, their patience soon expired. "Ough!", she gasped out as a fist made hard contact with her midsection, effectively robbing her of breath and the will to fight on. They took the opportunity to strip her of valuables, her fortune seemingly fading before her very eyes. Somehow it made her feel much more bare than simply being naked.

Carried by the two bovines, Takia's feet just barely managed not to drag as they went. This couldn't be happening, she thought. Yet it was.

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Takia landed on the floor of the enclosure with a thud, the iron latch closing shut behind her. She felt the piercing gaze of two dozen eyes fall upon her. The slaves likely took issue with one who'd looked down at them no more than an hour ago, not to mention had sought to make use of them against their will and nature. One of them in particular.

Scanning her surroundings, Takia caught sight of the grey wolfess, sat at the cage's edge and observing with indifference. Or perhaps scorn. She would not be of help, and Takia needed to flee.

Quickly she caught sight of one other who stood out - the black wolfess she'd turned down on account of her battered state, currently lying on her back, head resting on her arms. Seeing how she seemed one of the few around without a belly, she might've been capable enough to wish escape as much as Takia did. She approached apprehensively.

"I need help.", Takia said pleadingly.

“Huh? What?", the black wolfess asked in confusion.

“I cannot be here. I am a free woman.", Takia said.

“Doesn't look it.", the black wolfess said with a tilted brow.

“I am Takianis Ot Sogerhen. If we flee here, I can repay you well.", Takia pleaded.

“I'm sure you can.", the wolfess said dismissively and closed her eyes.

“If we all banded together, even a quarter of us, we could overpower them.", Takia argued.

“And then what? They're at least 10 or 20 times our numbers in total.", the wolfess asked with resounding cynicism.

“Then we spread out and try to flee. If even one of us makes it back, we can bring help. Inform Imperial authorities.", Takia said.

“I get the feeling Imperial authorities aren't going to care.", the wolfess said.

“Then at least consider payment. I have wealth, an estate. I'll pay handsomely for any help.", Takia went on.

“Dead have no need for money.", the black one said.

Takia sighed and backed off, fearing she would find no help among the slaves. Perhaps bribing the guards could work... were it not for the fact her currency for the moment was only in promises. It was hopeless.

“Do you need help?", she suddenly heard. She turned to find the rat girl she'd rejected earlier standing there. “My name's Teklis.", the rodent introduced herself.

“Takianis.", Takia answered, feeling somewhat stunned to hear a friendly voice. Before the rat girl she felt particularly naked, the set of clothes and jewelry upon her making Takia's indecency all the more glaring and humiliating. But there were more pressing matters than simple shame for the moment. “I am not a slave. I should not be here.", she said.

“Shush. Calm yourself.", Teklis said, her voice strangely soothing to Takia's nerves.

“I have to escape somehow.", Takia said urgently.

"You need to calm yourself.", Teklis said and palmed Takia's cheek. "The guards won't like you restless.", she said.

"I am calm.", Takia assured, though she was anything but. The rodent's touch did little to soothe her nerves. "But I need help in escaping.", she urged in hushed voice.

At this, Teklis shook her head. "Be still and accept it. This is now your life.", she said.

The words felt like a noose tightening around her neck. Takia backed away from the rat girl, her face visibly bitter. "I'll not accept this. I am a merchant. A free woman!", she said adamantly.

"Great. Another pampered girl.", the black one commented, visibly discontent with the discussion disrupting her rest.

"I'll not be reduced-...!", Takia began, but halted as she realized Dekkon now approached the cage. He wore only a pair of pants. "Release me and return my wares!", she shouted angrily.

Dekkon sighed and rolled his eyes. The guards opened the cage before him, permitting him to enter. It seemed reckless for the leader of the band to walk among slaves so unguarded, yet he hardly looked worried to be alone among so many. Everyone seemed to move off to the sides in fear of him. Once more he towered over the cat, his scar-littered shirtless form greatly intimidating to behold. Her heart pounding, Takia awaited his words with bated breath.

"You think yourself important, hm?", Dekkon asked with disinterest. "Around you stand former merchants, noblewomen, military officers, soldiers and commoners. Here, you are of no more import than some farm girl.", he said and placed a hand over the nape of her neck. "What they all have in common is they've sampled my prick.", he then said, at which Takia's eyes widened in horror.

"No!", Takia shouted and backed away, twisting herself out of his grip. Desperately she looked towards the slaves around for help, but they all seemed indifferent or scared themselves. She continued to back away from the approaching ram, when suddenly she felt arms slither in under her armpits and lock together behind her head. "Wha-! Let go!", she shouted angrily at whomever had grabbed her.

Dekkon smirked with satisfaction at the sight of her struggles and continued his approach, undoing the front of his pants as he did. Takia's trashing yielded a hardly helpful result, in that they both fell backwards, yet the one behind didn't let go. As the ram lowered himself and forcefully parted her legs before placing his flaccid parts upon her pubic mound, Takia finally realized there would be no escape from her fate.

"Heh. Not only obedient, but eager too.", Dekkon commented with a faint smile. It wasn't meant for her, Takia realized. "Not two days ago she was trying to run me through. You'd do well to follow by example.", he said, seemingly oblivious to Takia's more immediate concerns. That being the steadily stiffening prick resting over her pubic mound.

"I'll do anything you wish. Just don't-… not this!", Takia now pleaded, staring with rising dread at the small ugly length of flesh throbbing with malicious intent. Its fish-like reek reached her nostrils despite its distance. It turned her stomach to think it'd soon enter her. For all her years of taking care not to fall prey to violent men like most other travelling women, this day she could no longer avoid it.

"You'll do as I wish regardless.", Dekkon said in a matter-of-fact manner. As though to punctuate his words, he reached down and guided his prick inside.

"Ungh!", Takia cried out as she felt the ram's rod push inside her. Every inch of her being recoiled at the sensation, the sight and smell of the male enough to make her gag. And yet she could do nothing to stop this. Not with the treacherous bitch holding her down. Though at first it was only the tip, Dekkon's motions steadily brought more and more inside of her, until finally, it reached a terrifying limit. "Agh! N-! Stop! Ah!", Takia yelped just as she felt a pain a woman would feel but once in her life - the vile sellsword had just taken her virginity!

At this point, she slumped back, no longer able to pose resistance. Her mind was flooded with a barrage of sensations foul, painful, but also pleasant, though only in the most physical sense. It made her even more disgusted, with herself more than anything. This continued on for what felt like an eternity, until finally the ram's efforts seemed to near an end.

"Mh!", Dekkon grunted out as he thrust hard and then froze, only to slowly begin humping anew.

A new kind of dread filled Takia's mind as she realized the ram had just spilled his seed in her womb. The idea that she might become one of those large-bellied slaves hadn't even occurred to her till then. Her only solace laid in the fact that it was over for now.

"Good girls.", Dekkon said as he pulled out. He then paused for a moment, seemingly observing the sight of his handiwork with bemusement, then stuck a finger up Takia's hole again.

She tensed up instantly, the intrusion greatly unpleasant to her already abused sex, but he pulled out just as quickly. For a moment it seemed as though nothing else would happen, when the one holding her flinched.

"Mh!", she heard the female whimper.

"Wouldn't want you to feel left out.", Dekkon said with a chuckle, then continued to do something below Takia's hind quarters. Finally he seemed to rise, yet did not yet pull his pants up. "Up. Put her on her knees.", he instructed.

At this, Takia felt herself wrenched to the side, then clumsily but steadily dragged up to a kneel. As she came face to face with the steadily softening veiny member, the smell of semen hit her sensitive nose, in turn making her cower at the prospect of so much as touching it. It neared, she realized, and she very much didn't want it to. In a last effort to try and evade this particular besmirchment, she looked up at Dekkon and bared her teeth in warning.

"Hmpf. Cute.", Dekkon mocked. "But if I feel teeth, the next time you won't have any.", he warned.

This effectively robbed Takia of her determination. Any resistance could only render the situation worse for herself, and she wasn't about to do that for the sake of some simple vengeance. She would leave this place some day, no matter what it took. And preferably she would do it with her teeth intact.

"Go on. Clean it off.", Dekkon ordered.

Takia swallowed hard, the coming task churning her stomach more than anything else that day. With eyes closed, she leaned forward and dragged her tongue over the ram's length, gagging immediately after. The taste proved worse than expected, a dull mix of salty, sour and bitter that evaded finer description. She'd tasted nothing like it, and would've preferred never to again. Yet her future seemed quite bleak in that regard. Against all instinct, she licked at it again, a nausea growing inside of her with every renewed wave of taste that hit her tongue.

"Under the skin as well.", Dekkon instructed.

Takia looked at the veiny wet prick with a troubled expression. With her arms still held, this would require her to take it in her mouth. Once more she bowed her head, this time taking the tip of the penis in her lips. She then proceeded to move her tongue along the inside of the ram's foreskin, all the while able to focus only on her hatred and disgust with the act. How anyone could stomach to handle any prick and stones was a mystery to her, now more than ever. They were unpleasant to behold and revolting to be around, her present situation only further solidifying such thoughts.

"Good girl.", Dekkon said, sounding mildly pleased as he pulled away. "You'll fit right in.", he said, then gestured towards the one holding Takia.

Takia dropped down to all fours, thoroughly humiliated and defeated, her sex dripping with seed and her mouth tasting of the same, her new situation seemingly inescapable. But there had to be a way. She refused to accept this as the rest of her life. Only briefly did she look up to confirm the identity of the one who'd held her - the grey wolfess that'd serviced her that very morning. They looked at one another with only scorn.

"I'm sure some of the other men will want to get to know you.", Dekkon said as he walked towards the cage entrance with the wolfess in tow. He then whispered something towards the grey one.

Takia's heart froze momentarily. She hadn't truly considered that this'd just been one instance of what'd likely be her profession from now on. It made her head spin to imagine having to service multiple men every day from now on. Unsteadily she hobbled over to the cage wall, bowed her head over the edge, and then expelled her breakfast.

"Blekh!... gods!", Takia exclaimed in despair.

"Hmpf. Have the physicians look her up.", Dekkon said.

"Can I put the other girls to work already? It's been all morning now.", the white horse in charge of the slave pens asked.

"Of course.", Dekkon said, then wandered off towards parts unknown with the grey wolfess.

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"I see you've learned your place.", Dekkon commented as they ventured among the camp tents.

Though Kiria felt nothing but hatred towards the ram and his men, she knew better than to be openly confrontational and resistant. "Pulled me out just to ask that?", she asked in turn.

"Hmpf. Not quite, I see.", Dekkon muttered.

"I know what's best for me at the moment.", Kiria said with some resentment. "And headbutting a door closed is not.", she then said. "I merely knock in hope of it reopening.", she then added.

"Fancy way of saying you spread your legs when told to.", Dekkon said.

Kiria frowned. Indeed, perhaps her situation didn't warrant such careful words. "I simply speak as my upbringing dictates.", she said.

"You did good today.", Dekkon then said, abruptly changing the subject. "Putting up with that cunt and all. Got a little payback out of it too, hm?", he asked.

"Did it more so for my own standing. Bitch would've gotten it worse had she resisted.", Kiria said with resounding spite.

"True.", Dekkon said. "And for that, you will get something.", he said just as they neared one of the greater tents, filled with supplies.

They entered it to find little of immediate interest, but Dekkon soon led them towards a sizeable chest in the back. He opened it, revealing a collection of colourful silks and cloths, some translucent, others more modest. Among them Kiria also noted a small collection of jewelry, of silver, gold and precious stones. Some among the golden ones were obviously former property of the merchant, and it tempted her to request some just to taunt the bitch.

"Take your pick of the simpler cloths. Silks are reserved for the really dutiful ones like the rat girl.", Dekkon said.

"I may take any?", Kiria asked cautiously. She expected there to be some hidden cost involved, though she hardly had anything to pay with anymore.

"Any one article.", Dekkon said. "I would suggest a top. The bottom is likely to get filthy pretty quick unless you keep it off.", he added.

Kiria nodded half-heartedly. Dirty or not, she was tired of constantly having her cunt to the wind. Her eyes were momentarily drawn towards the jewelry, however. The silver of the rings and chains seemed to beckon. They reminded her of something… of the linings of her uniform, she realized. So much it tempted her to regain so little of her former life. Yet at the same time it seemed as though yet another tarnishment of Imperial authority to take on such facsimiles in its place. She decided she would not even ask.

Shuffling through the articles of clothing, she found little to her liking. Short skirts, wraps and somewhat long but still modest flaps.

"Don't suppose a pair of pants would be an option?", Kiria asked tentatively.

"No.", Dekkon said firmly.

With a mild sigh, Kiria took what she thought to be the next best thing - a pair of flaps tied to the waist by a thin rope. Close to primitive tribal-wear, but made more provocative by its thin cut. It worked well enough when standing still, though she suspected movement would sweep her cover to the sides, granting glimpses at her parts that'd only attract further scrutiny.

“Not taking the hint, hm?", Dekkon asked with some displeasure.

“It gets cold down there.", Kiria said with a frown.

Dekkon tilted a brow, then shrugged and closed the chest. "Time to put you to work.", he announced. "Since you couldn't be trusted hauling water, let's see if you can make use of it instead.", he said.

Kiria quietly sighed to herself. Hopefully being a cleaner would allow less mishaps at the hands of common soldiers.

"And next someone bothers you, you immediately bring it to me or one of my officers.", Dekkon then added.

Apparently she could expect more of that after all.

“Keep your nose clean for the rest of the day. Might get to sleep outside the cage.", Dekkon suggested.

Kiria's ears perked up at this. As much as she hated to look forward to such degradation, it was a welcome alternative to what she would experience otherwise. She simply hoped nothing would come between her and this boon. The day was still young.