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Harpies, Chapter 1

By William W. Kelso

The day started like any other day for a farm hand. Up before dawns light, a quick breakfast of watery gruel; and not much of it, the long walk to the Lord's fields, back breaking labor until noon, short break for lunch; stale bread and cheese, then back to work. But in the early afternoon all that changed when they came. The Harpies. Then it was running, and screaming, and terror, and I was taken along with others.

Our first warning came when a lookout rang the bell; but it was too late, we were too far from cover. As the bird monsters swooped overhead screeching and diving I waved my hoe trying to drive them off, then after a powerful taloned foot grabbed it and yanked it out of my hands I'm not ashamed to say I ran, as fast as I could. I was no armed soldier to fight such creatures. Seconds later I was knocked to the ground, powerful taloned feet grabbed my wrists, and with powerful beats of their wings two Harpies lifted me into the air and carried me away to what I expected to be a certain and horrible death. At least that's what I thought as my wails faded into the hot sky. After awhile I worked up some courage and opened my tightly shut eyes, and wished I hadn't. My captors and I were quite high up in the air, and everything looked so small so far down below. At least it was cooler, but I still sweated in fear. I knew they were carrying me back to their roost to kill and devour me. Or so I thought. As we flew through the air I was surprised to hear one of the Harpies call to the other.

"This one is heavy sister! My wings grow tired!"

The other Harpy answered, "Hang on sister, it is not far. It would be a shame to drop him after having come this far!"

Yes, I thought, please don't drop me, that would indeed be a horrible shame! I had a fear of heights, and the thought of plunging thousands of feet to a horrible death caused me to start sweating again, but I was smart enough NOT to struggle.

When the Harpies let out loud screeches I opened my eyes again and saw we were losing altitude and approaching a towering cliff face, and there were openings in the face from which winged figures were taking off and landing. We approached one of the larger openings, and I started to get really worried as we were coming in fairly fast and I didn't think the opening was big enough for all of us, and at the last second the Harpies suddenly braked their wings, flapping rapidly to hover, and swung me forward; let me go, and with a scream I was hurled through the dark opening. I landed in soft sand, rolled, and came to a halt at the feet of a large Harpy, who put a clawed foot on my chest to stop me from rolling any further. She smiled down at me, said "Welcome!", and I passed out.

As I came too I realized a couple of things, I had been stripped naked, and was tied up. What woke me had been voices.

"Is he well?" "Yes, he just had a bit of a fright is all." "Good, wouldn't want to lose one after all that work." "He'll be fine, now hurry, we need to be there for the meeting!"

I heard shuffling sounds, and things got quiet. I cautiously opened one eye part way, and as I had thought, I was naked and my hands were tied behind my back. As were the other three men in the cave with me, all fellow farm hands. One was crying and the other two just looked scared. Probably not as scared as I am I thought. One noticed me stirring, and said,

"So young Brian, you still live, might have been better if you didn't."

"Hello Roger, I answered, it's nice to see you too. Where are we?"

Roger snorted, and said, "Where do you think? In the Harpies nest waiting to be torn apart and devoured. Even now the foul things are probably deciding who gets which pieces."

The crying man, named Todd, started crying louder and gibbering; and Roger yelled at him, "Shut the Hell up, you buffoon!"

"Easy Roger," I said, "he's just scared."

"And I'm NOT?" Roger snapped, "And his bawling certainly isn't helping!"

Suddenly Todd managed to lurch to his feet, and with a scream ran out of the chamber we were in. I heard a loud squawk of surprise, and then a louder scream that faded fairly quickly. There were more squawks, and a voice said,

"What the Hell happened, how did he get out?! Wasn't there a guard!?"

"Yes Carla, but he was so fast he surprised me and got past, and I didn't expect him to, to, jump like that!! How horrible! The poor man!"

There was a loud hiss, "Well damn it, keep a closer eye on them! Tie their ankles as well; the Queen will be royally pissed about this, and I'M not taking the blame! She was told we had four males, now there are only three! Rawk!"

I tried to back across the floor pushing with my feet when two Harpies came into the chamber, but since I was already against the wall that was a wasted effort. I still tried though, the sight of their fierce beaked faces was terrifying. One of them hopped on me and held my legs down while the other one looped a cord around my each of my ankles and then tied them together. She used her feet and beak, and I was surprised at their dexterity. She had no arms like all of her kind. It was the first time I'd ever seen a Harpy up close, and I was fascinated and revolted at the same time.

She was bigger than I thought one would be, and had the torso of a woman, but the wings and hindquarters of a bird of prey, or maybe a crow or raven, it was hard to tell. She had sleek black feathers, while her companion had mostly brown with some lighter brown under her wings. They had human breasts, the black's were fairly full and firm, the brown's larger and a little more saggy, a light dusting of downy looking feathers covering them. Their hair matched their feathers and color, and their skin was well tanned. Their heads were a blend of avian and human, with the hooked beaks of raptors, and they had hair mixed with feathers, though the 'hair' was really more like stiff quills. Both had sharp blue eyes, and when they talked I caught glimpses of fairly long pointed tongues. While I could understand them easily enough their words were mixed with chirps and squawking sounds. They finished tying our ankles, and as they turned to leave Roger spoke up,

"Where is Todd, you fiends?"

"Was that his name?" Hissed the black Harpy, cocking her head, "Well your idiot of a friend found out he couldn't fly without wings!"

"You, you threw him off the cliff!" Roger growled.

"No," the brown Harpy said, "he jumped! Now be quiet, if you aren't you won't be fed!"

"Just kill us and get it over with!" Roger snarled.

I wanted to tell Roger to shut the Hell up and not give them any ideas, but was too scared to open my mouth.

To my surprise both Harpies gave screeches of obvious amusement, and the black said, "Why is it you humans always think we're going to kill you? We do not eat human flesh; we're part human you know! The very idea is repugnant!"

That answer caught me, and Roger, by surprise. "Then w-what will you do with us?" Roger stammered.

"You'll find out soon enough man!" The brown Harpy hissed, and then with squawks of amusement they left.

"By the Gods they're going to torture us first!" the other man said, speaking for the first time.

"Shut UP!" Roger said, and I voiced the same request. We all pretty much shut up after that, and just waited, which was the hard part.

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The Queen looked down from her perch as the other Harpies slowly filled the large chamber, and when she decided that all that were going to come had arrived addressed the crowd.

"Sisters! Greetings! We have had a successful raid, three male humans were taken."

"Four!" A voice cawed

"NO," the Queen replied, "sadly one threw himself from the cliff, so only three remain." There were squawks of dismay, and a few of sadness. "But all are young and strong, suitable for our needs. I have assigned a sister to each to...instruct them in their duties." That got a titter of amusement from the assembled Harpies. "Once they are ready to begin their duties a roster will be made up, as usual. It was a good raid Sisters; you did well, and we will have to plan for another before the harvest is brought in. We still need more grain, or the winter will be lean."

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"Get up, man!" The Harpy said, and I just glared at her.

"I can't, my ankles are bound!" I said, and kicked them out to prove it.

The Harpy hissed, and one of her feet lashed out and cut the rope with a razor sharp talon. "There! Problem solved, now get UP, man!"

So I got to my feet. I was alone in the cave now, Roger and the other man had already been taken away, to suffer what terrible fate I knew not.

"Come, man." The bird woman said, and turning left the cave.

So I followed; what could I do?? I quickly realized the 'cave' had just been a small chamber in a large cavern complex, some natural, some excavated. As I followed the Harpy we passed others and some stared at me...appraisingly, and I found myself to be embarrassed at being naked in front of the creatures, even though they weren't human. But no, that wasn't exactly correct, they were part human and some had rather...nice breasts. Since my hands were tied behind my back I couldn't cover myself; or make any other attempts at modesty, but thank the Gods I was still too scared for the sight of bare breasts to get a 'rise' out of me, especially under the circumstances. We came to a larger chamber with an exit, and I was led to the edge of a drop-off, and I could see the tops of trees far below. I realized with a shudder this must be the cliff young Todd had thrown himself from. I said a quiet prayer as he had been a friend,

"Lady, take him and comfort his soul, let him dwell in peace."

"What did you say?" Hissed the Harpy, her sharp hearing having heard the prisoner mumbling something.

"I said a prayer for my friend." I replied.

"Oh, uh, Oh, I'm, um, sorry about him. We couldn't stop him in time." The Harpy said, obviously a little embarrassed. "It was...nice of you to do that."

Two Harpies moved up; one to each side, and another cut the ropes around my wrists; with her talons I guess, and using her feet and beak slid rope loops around my wrists, and said,

"Hold on as tight as you can, if you let go we might not be able to catch you."

I noticed the other end of the ropes were tied to one of each of the other two Harpies legs. I gripped the ropes as tightly as possible, and with powerful flaps of their large wings the Harpies took off, and I was yanked into the air again. I closed my eyes and tried not to panic, but that second flight was short. I was taken to a smaller opening and deposited on a ledge, then the third Harpy landed, removed the ropes, and the other two took off leaving us alone. She looked at me, and said,

"Come with me, man." And turning moved into the cave.

So again I followed of course, what else could I do? I didn't have the courage to throw myself off the ledge; either that or I wasn't scared enough. The tunnel ended in a fairly decent sized chamber, a heavy curtain draped across the entrance, and I could see a couple of other openings into what I assumed were more chambers or tunnels. To my surprise the chamber was fairly, well, lavishly furnished and well lit. There was a table and some chairs; including what were obviously perches, a couple of old and worn; but sturdy and serviceable, couches or divans, and piles of pillows and cushions. Glow stones set in brackets provided more than ample illumination. I'd been expecting a butchers shop, or maybe a dungeon. The rather...nice appointments caught me off guard, and I stared in amazement.

"Your, um, house is nice." I stammered, like a fool.

The Harpy laughed, a pleasant almost twittery sound, "Oh no man, this is YOUR house, or at least your cave."

"I, I don't understand?" I said, looking around in confusion. "MY house???

"Did you really think we were going to eat you?" The Harpy said, sounding amused as she ruffled her feathers, then plucked out an errant feather and let it drop to the ground.

"Well, yes," I replied, "at least that's what everyone says, all the stories say that."

The Harpy gave a snorting squawk, "Rawk! Humans, you believe anything your leaders tell you, don't you? Humans! RAWK!"

"Well," I said, "what the Hell do you expect us to believe?? You steal our food, and you swoop down and carry us off! Then you strip us and tie us up! And all we hear is stories of how you devour our raw flesh and leave our bones scattered on the floors of your nests!"

"Eat you??" The Harpy screeched in amusement, "That's disgusting! We are NOT animals, you know! How repulsive! And we do NOT leave bones lying around; we throw them out the entrance to our roosts, gives the beasts in the forest below a treat. Ra-a-a-awk!"

"Then what DO you do to us?!?" I pleaded. "Do you torment us for your amusement; am I going to be a slave to wait on you?"

"Yes", the Harpy said seriously, "you are indeed a slave, if you want to look at it like that. And no, you will not be tormented. In fact you will be very well cared for. Go in that chamber to your left and I'll explain everything."

I pushed aside a hanging screen of colorful glass beads and found myself in the most opulent and comfortable bedroom I'd ever seen. There was a huge round bed in the center covered in colorful pillows, and the flat stone floor was covered with thick soft carpets and throw rugs, in fact the whole floor of the cave was so far as I'd seen. There was a perch in one corner next to a couple of large standing mirrors, and against one wall was a kind of desk with a mirror on the wall above it. It was very fine; I had only seen such furnishing once or twice when I'd visited the Duke's castle, or once when I'd helped unload a wagon at the Squire's manor house. My own sleeping arrangements had been a rope cot at best, most often a bedroll and pad on the floor along with the other farm hands. I was...shocked.

"This, this is for ME?" I gasped.

"Yes indeed", the Harpy said, "we take good care of our...mates."

I touched a rich tapestry hanging on the wall depicting hunting Harpies, then paused as what she'd said finally registered, "Your WHAT??" I choked.

"Our mates", she said softly, "there are no male Harpies, we are all females. If we mate with one of the normal birds our eggs are sterile. In order to breed true we must mate with human males. So we raid the human lands to get mates when we have need of them. It can be a most...pleasurable life."

"But, but, I, we can't, you're, you're animals!" I stammered, the very idea revolting.

"NO!" She screeched, "Damn you; we are NOT animals, no matter what you've been told! We only live in the wilds because we are forced to in order to survive! During the Great War we were the allies of man, and when the dark empire was defeated we were driven out! Now, your 'slavery' can be enjoyable, or not! You WILL breed with us, whether you do so willingly or not means nothing to us; we have ways to get what we need!"

"But, but please, I've never, I, I'm not married!" I pleaded.

"Oh HO! Rawk!" The Harpy hissed; a virgin! "And at your age, I am surprised, you are not unpleasant to look upon, and you are quite nicely endowed. How is it you have not married and sired a horde of brats?"

"I, I'm poor", I said, "my father died owing much to the Duke. He took the land and I was leased out as a laborer; with my brothers, to pay my father's debt. All the men you took were like that, we worked the land for the Duke. My term was ten years, then after that I might be able to contract to work a parcel of land myself for part of the yield, and then see about raising a family. Until then it is not allowed, and we are kept away from the women of age. Some men satisfied their urges with...with beasts, but I never did as that is wrong and unnatural."

"That sounds like a grim life", the Harpy said, "I am sorry. A man should not spend his youth in little more than slavery, and be denied his basic needs. That is cruel. But here you will be pampered, no more hard labor, no worries, and all you have to do is, um, satisfy both your own, and our, basic needs. I do not lie, it may take some getting used to as we are...different, but it is not as, well, bad as it may sound. We are part human you know."

Not the important part, I thought. "You talk about slavery", I said, "so what is this then? And most would call it a vile perversion, to be forced to...to service a, a..."

"Monster, bird, animal??" The Harpy hissed angrily; her beak clacking, "Yes, I guess we are all of those, but we are women too! What do you know of Harpies, of our history man?? Where we came from...our origins???"

"Nothing," I replied, "only the tales of horror we are told as children, and hear from everyone else. That you raid our holdings for grain and food; and carry off men and women to devour. That you are evil monsters sent by the Gods to torment us and to punish us for our sins."

The Harpy gave a sigh, and hopped up on a perch. She spread; then folded her wings, ruffled her tail, and looked at me with her bright eyes. The eyes looked like a birds, but had human coloring, in her case blue as did most other Harpies I'd seen. They were sharp, intense, brilliant eyes, but gleamed with intelligence. I thought them rather stunning.

"Sit." She said, so I did, putting a pillow in my lap, my embarrassment at being nude having reached a new level including fear and...maybe just a little curiosity. She did have such lovely breasts.

"Man, I know why you are told such tales, but they are true only in that we raid for food and...mates, what we need to survive. And we do not take women; we have no need of them. Without arms or hands we cannot build or farm, so we take what we must. We can only get so much food by foraging in the forest and taking wild game like a bird of prey. Though we eat meat we also need bread and grain as do all humans, and birds. And we prefer our meat cooked, though we can eat it raw if necessary. During the Great War hundreds of years ago we were created with magic, in our case natural magic. Our ancestors; the original Harpies, were all volunteers from royal families down to common folk. We volunteered to help fight the Dark Empire as best we could, as beasts. We were scouts and messengers, and fought the winged minions of the enemy in the air. Others were also changed, the Centaurs, Mer Folk, and more. We were all once human, long ago. Then when the war was won and dark had been vanquished men came to see us as little more then the beasts and the animals we resembled. Laws were passed forbidding us from marrying humans, or owning property, our belongings and homes were seized. Finally they tried to exterminate us; and the other magically created races, condemning us as monsters and abominations. The powers that be; the educated classes know this, but teach the commoners that we are evil things to be feared and hated. If we could we would leave men alone, fade into the forests and wilds as the others did long ago, but for whatever reason there are no males of our kind, so we must breed with human males in order for our race to survive. There is more to the story of course, but there, you have the gist of it."

For some reason I had no doubt she told the truth, I sensed no duplicity in her voice, only sadness and maybe a touch of anger, but not at me. "I, I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't know, none of us do. That is not...right. What was done to you was unforgivable."

The Harpy cocked her head, her eyes twinkling, and said, "Man, do not apologize for something you had nothing to do with. It was long before either of our times, and is just the way things are." She shifted from foot to foot, and added, "Be that as it may it does not change your...reason for being here. Like I said before, your, um, stay can be rather enjoyable, or otherwise. We need you to survive as a race, it is that simple. I have been assigned as your, um, trainer and keeper."

I looked at her as she regarded me with her bright, strange, but rather beautiful eyes, part bird and part human. It was hard for me to judge her age, but not old, nor very young. Perhaps my own age more or less, how long did Harpies live anyway? Her partially human torso had, well, very nice breasts. They were firm and conical, with large aureoles and nipples. Her feathers were a sleek; almost metallic, black with a satin like sheen, and her scaly bird's legs were a dark reddish brown color, the hooked talons shiny black. I could smell her too, a rather dry musty, but pleasant, musk. Her human part merged into her avian smoothly with no sudden changes, small downy feathers lining the borders were human skin became bird, and covering much of her human skin as well. She tilted her head and gave her hair a quick scratch with one of her feet, and then she spread her tail fan and settled down again. She gave a chirp, and said sadly,

"Am I really so hideous?"

"Gods no Lady," I blurted, "you're quite, uh...lovely in a way. I...I didn't mean to stare." I did NOT just say that, I thought in mortification.

She cocked her head, and said, "How sweet, and honest. Thank you for that, it is nice to know I am not entirely repulsive."

"No, not repulsive," I stammered, "not that at all. It's just that, like I said, I've, I...., you have pretty eyes." Oh crap, I thought, that should impress her!

She ducked head, and I swear looked a little shy. "Really?" She said, "what do you like about them?"

"I, they're so bright, and the color of the sky." I said.

The Harpy gave a soft 'rurrrk' like sound, and opened a wing partway and then folded it again. "Your eyes are blue too." She said, "What is your name man, how are you called?"

"Uh, if it pleases you lady, my name is Brian." I said.

"Well met Brian, my name is Belinda." The Harpy said, "I will be your, um, consort and chaperone in a way. I will teach you how to...to mate with a Harpy, and will also be in charge of arranging your, um, partners and taking care of your needs. Each male human is assigned one of us for this purpose, but later if you meet a Harpy you feel, uh, develop strong, er, feelings for, she can replace me. It is not unusual for a human male to fall in love with one us, and we are not so unfeeling as to keep you apart. But make no mistake, you are for all of us, we share our mates equally to ensure the strongest and most number of offspring. That may sound cold, but it is necessary as the ratio of Harpy females to male humans is quite large. Now, it is late and you need to get some rest, you have had a long day and quite a...shock. I will be in the chamber next to this one, this is your bedroom. Should you need me just call. And Brian, do NOT attempt to escape, the only way into this cave is by air, the cliff face is sheer, all the handholds removed long ago. If you are hungry there is food on the table. Now I must attend to some last minute duties, but will return shortly."

I didn't say anything, just watched as the Harpy hopped down off the perch, and strutted out the entrance like any other 'bird'. And I was left to my own devices. I did not leave the main chamber, I didn't doubt for a second what she'd told me about trying to escape was true, and had no intention of joining poor Todd on the forest floor far below. I wandered around my 'quarters' looking at the fine furnishings in something approaching awe. I had never seen the like, at least not up close. Everything was obviously old and worn, but in good repair. I wondered how many other 'mates' had called this cave home over the years. I went into the 'bedroom' again, and sat on the bed. I'd never felt anything so soft, the mattress appeared to be filled with down, and many of the pillows as well. I sat down at the 'desk' and looked at myself in the mirror, my long straw colored hair was a horrid mess; at some point I'd lost the leather strap I used to tie it back. Maybe..., and sure enough, there was a comb in a top drawer. I looked; and felt, much better after I'd combed my hair out a bit. I looked through the other drawers out of curiosity, but they were pretty much empty. There were no clothes so; still nude, I got up and explored a little more. The next chamber was smaller and had a perch in a corner, with deep straw scattered around it. It reminded me a chicken coop or pet bird's cage. But there was also a chest of drawers as well, and on top were what were obviously more combs, but some were strange looking ones.

The next room over was another shock, and my jaw dropped. It was a bath, a real bath! I'd had maybe five baths in a tub in my entire life; usually I just skinny dipped in a pond or the river. But this bath had a large pool in the floor, it looked like it had been carved out of the rock and lined with marble, and it was full of water! I stuck a toe in, warm water!! As with the other rooms there were thick soft carpets on the floor and throw rugs around the edge of the pool, and a stand made of metal poles draped with thick fluffy towels and rags. The pool had some metal handles and such on one side, but I left them alone not knowing what they were exactly. Then, stomach grumbling, I went in search of the food the Harpy had mentioned. No, Belinda, her name was Belinda.

As she had said one of the tables was set with food, and I was impressed at the quantity and variety. There was roast deer, something that might have been pork, a rich lentil stew with chunks of carrots and tubers in it, cooked and raw vegetables of many kinds, two kinds of cheese, and even some late apples and peaches. And also a large loaf of coarse oat bread. It was simple fare, but far better than I was used to, and I had to be careful not to make myself ill by stuffing my face. It might have been plain fare for a noble's table, but to me it was a feast and I was quite fond of ham. I seldom got meat of any kind; all the game in the local woods belonged to the Duke, and any peasant caught poaching was punished in a variety of unpleasant ways. The last one was nailed between two trees as a warning, and he had only taken a rabbit.

After eating; too much of course, I was stuffed and the day was catching up with me, and exhausted I went back to the 'bedroom' and lay down on the bed. And flat out could not sleep, it was too soft! So eventually I grabbed a cover, a small pillow, and curled up on the floor and slept like the dead.

I was so tired I never even heard the Harpy when she returned. She looked at me in amusement when she saw I was sleeping on the floor, and then went to her own chamber. She tried to comb her hair and feathers for a little while, but finally gave up with a frustrated hiss. As dexterous as her taloned feet were they were almost useless for something as basic as using a comb, so she used her beak to preen herself as best she could, then she fluffed her feathers, and settled down to sleep. She was tired; her wings sore from carrying one of the men so far. It took two of them to carry a full grown man, and even then it was quite a load. Only the youngest and/or strongest were chosen for that task. It was also one reason she had been chosen to be his keeper, he was her 'catch'.

Belinda woke first, and with a sleepy squawk hopped off her perch and went to check on the man. He was still curled up under a blanket, sound asleep. She tidied up the room a bit; using her claws to pull the spreads back into place on the bed, and threw a few pillows onto the bed as well. The man woke up when one rolled off and landed on his head.

"Umfff, WHAT??" I yelled, sitting up, saw the Harpy, and screamed. It hadn't been a horrible dream, it was real!!

Belinda hopped back in surprise as the man screamed, and gave a loud startled squawk. "RAWWKKKK!! Sorry, I didn't mean to drop the pillow on you! Did it hurt?"

I looked around in a daze for a few seconds, and then remembered what had happened. I rubbed my face, and finally said, "No, I'm sorry, you just startled me. I...I thought it, all of this, was a dream, that I would wake up back on the farm."

Belinda gave a little chuckle of amusement, "Well you startled me too, man! You have quite a set of lungs! Now come, let's have some breakfast and we can get to, um, know one another better."

Breakfast was leftovers from the night before, but there was plenty left. There was a banked brazier to help keep the chamber comfortable, so I stoked it a little and used it to heat up some of the food. It was as good as it had been the night before. One thing I noticed was the Harpy didn't use any of the utensils; her clawed feet just weren't made for it, she would grip a piece of meat in a claw and tear off chunks with her sharp beak, and as for stew and soft dishes she just leaned over and ate out of a bowl, like a, well, animal. She'd snap up a beak full, and throw her head back and swallow. It reminded me she most certainly wasn't human, she ate like a bird. But she answered my questions honestly, and I quickly found she had a sense of humor. I even laughed once or twice. When I opened my mouth to say something once; and only burped, we both had a good laugh. Then, as we finished our meal, she suddenly got serious.

"Here, Belinda said, drink some of this." And indicated a glass bottle containing a dark fluid.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It is wine laced with an...aphrodisiac. It will help to...arouse you. We need to start your, um, training in the proper way to, um, service one of us. This is the best time of the year for use to conceive, though we do mate throughout the year. We are not animals in that way."

I licked my lips nervously, and said, "Please don't make me do this, not like an animal. Please."

Belinda gave a soft sigh, and said, "Look Brian, I like you. Some of the men we get are, well, clods. About as smart and interesting as a rock, but you're smart and well mannered. I hate to force this on you, but it is our way, we have no choice. Now, as you've been told, you can cooperate and it can be...pleasurable, but if you won't then you will be force fed the aphrodisiac, restrained, and will service us in a way much less enjoyable, but with the same results. I'm being blunt with you as you need to understand your purpose, and you are scheduled for your first, um, visitor in two days time. I have until then to instruct you in the best ways to mate with a Harpy."

"But...but, please..." I begged. I'd never been with a woman, or a female, of any kind. I'd self pleasured myself of course, all the boys and young men did that, but I'd never been with a woman, or a barnyard animal. I think that's what terrified me more than anything else, not so much that she wasn't quite human. I'd had no experience with ANY female!

Belinda reached up with a foot and slid the bottle across the table towards Brian, and said. "Drink some; it will...help to...put you in the mood."

With a shaking hand I poured some of the 'wine' in to a goblet, and looked at it in trepidation. I'd had wine before; mostly sour stuff the more affluent didn't want, but when I finally worked up the courage to take a sip I was surprised at how good it was. It was full and sweet, and I drank the whole goblet full in a couple of minutes. And soon I felt a pleasant warmth bloom in my stomach, and felt a stirring between my legs under the blanket I'd wrapped around myself like a kind of robe; still being nude otherwise, and to my despair I soon had a very hard erection. I kept the blanket in my lap though, too embarrassed to let her see me like that. I guess it was stupid considering what I was there for, but I was too shaken to think straight. I was, basically, about to be raped, but I was also very aware of my throbbing member.

Belinda waited for the wine to take effect, and noticing the man's slightly dazed look she knew that it had taken effect, and that he was ready. Or soon would be. She got up, and said,

"Come with me Brian, we'll go to the bedroom. We'll be more comfortable there." She watched as the man got up, still clutching his blanket, and followed him into the lavish bedroom. She felt sympathy for the man, but truth be told she was very much looking forward to coupling with him. It had been a long time for her, and he was the first man she'd been assigned to as a keeper. But she was experienced, and knew how to arouse a human male. All Harpies learned how to couple with a human male at an early age, even before they could lay viable eggs; and also with some of the great raptors, but that was merely for pleasure. It was intensely exciting and exhilarating to be mated by one of the great birds, but there would be no issue.

I wandered into the bedroom in a blissful daze; I was starting to feel pretty good! I let the blanket drop at some point, and sat on the side of the bed. I was very aware of my rigid cock though, it throbbed and ached, it had never been so hard before. I raised my head and looked at her as she hopped up on the bed, and found my eyes focusing on her breasts, they were very nice breasts. I tried to say something, but just mumbled.

"I, you're...pretty...breasts...I...don't...please...I-I've never..."

"Relax Brian, just lay back", Belinda said in a soft voice, the man's eyes dilated and his voice slightly slurred. With a sigh he did as she said, falling over on to his back. She walked around to the side of the prostrate man, and straddled him, one clawed foot on each side of his waist. Next came the hard part, getting the angle right. Her vent was purely avian, so it would be awkward, but they were compatible and she was experienced.

She bent her legs and lowered herself onto his stomach, and slid back, feeling his penis rubbing against her tail feathers. She was open and ready, but on the first few tries his cock just wasn't at the right angle, but finally she felt the head press against her vent, and with a hiss of pleasure she pushed down and back, and felt him slide into her vagina. It was tight, and she had to lunge back a few times, but finally she felt the man's cock hilt, and with a soft caw began to rock back and forth as she rode him. It felt so good!

"Ohhh, uGGGHHHH!" I gasped as my penis slid into something very tight and very warm, and the slick warm lining of it began to slide back and forth, the feeling incredibly pleasurable, as was the feel of soft warm feathers rubbing against my thighs and stomach. I tried to concentrate on what was happening, looking up to see the Harpy bobbing up and down on my middle, her beak open as she panted and moaned softly. My eyes drifted down to her lovely breasts as they jiggled enticingly, and I was able to reach up and clumsily fondle them; and she gave a trill of pleasure, her nipples swollen and hard. To my surprise, though soft her skin was also kind of leathery; and like soft leather probably quite tough as well, the thin downy feathers covering them making the feel of them in my hands incredibly wonderful. And soon she wasn't as tight as at first as she stretched for me, my now well lubed cock sliding easily in and out of the slick embrace of her sex. I felt a building need and pressure growing in my cock, the pleasure increasing rapidly, and when my orgasm came I almost passed out from the intensity of the pleasure, and as I spurted she gave a loud squawk like squeal of her own as she ground down on me and gyrated against me. Then she moved forward a little, I slid out of her, and it was over. At some point soon after that I fell asleep, rather surprised the whole episode had been so ...enjoyable.

Belinda moaned and chirped as she rode the man, he was well endowed, in fact was the largest male she had coupled with; human or avian, and her vent was very nicely stretched, the pleasure even greater than usual. When he managed to fondle her breasts she was very pleased, most of the time the drugged male just lay there like a lump of meat. He was clumsy, but as he squeezed and fondled her breasts she trilled in pleasure, she loved to have her aching nipples touched like that! She began to rock faster as her climax rapidly approached, and the sudden spurt of hot cum inside her triggered her own orgasm; a very nice, very intense, one, and she shrieked in pleasure. She kept the man's cock inside of her until the last wave of pleasure faded, then dismounted from him. He'd be hard for awhile longer, but she was through with him for now. She didn't want to overexert him; too many forced couplings could damage a male, both physically and mentally. Noticing he had fallen asleep she used her beak to pull a blanket over him, and then left to take care of a few things. He'd have a nice long sleep. She was very pleased, he had performed well. Her sisters would be very pleased as well. This coupling had been for pleasure; at least for her, but his main duties would be for breeding. Like normal avians Harpies went into season at regular intervals, but unlike most other avians they also enjoyed sex solely for pleasure, a desire that came from their human side. But she enjoyed both reasons equally, and she was looking forward to laying

I woke up with a soft moan, my head pounding. What did I do last night? Must have been that rotgut Paul found somewhere, I knew we shouldn't have drank so much of that swill! If we're late to the fields we'll be beaten!! Then I realized something, I was lying on something very soft, and looking up at a ceiling of stone. I sat up with a yell dying on my lips as I remembered where I was. Not the farm, the Harpies! And last night I'd...oh Gods! Some of my memories were hazy, but I did remember what we'd done, and the...pleasure, a pleasure that was almost painful at the end. I'm not a virgin anymore, I realized in amazement, or did rape count? But, was it really rape?? Maybe at first, but towards the end I'd...enjoyed it. I looked around, and I was alone. So I got up, still naked, and went into the bathing chamber and relieved myself, then using one of the soft towels I scrubbed myself, trying to wash away my shame. I'd let her use me, like an animal. But I couldn't help but remember how horribly wonderful it had felt as she moved on top of me, and felt my penis start to stiffen. But NO, that had been wrong! Soon my budding erection faded, thankfully.

As I approached the dining table I saw it had been restocked with fresh food and drinks. I just munched on some bread and had a drink of cool water though, I wasn't very hungry, and my stomach felt a little upset. The bottle with the drugged wine was still there, and had been refilled as well, but I tried not to look at it. I heard a soft flutter of wings, and a minute late Belinda came into the chamber. I made a point of ignoring her.

"Hello Brian, did you sleep well?" Belinda asked.

"What do you think?" I answered surly.

Belinda hopped on a perch, and regarded the morose man. She couldn't really blame him; the first few forced matings were pretty hard on them. But he would continue to do them, whether he cooperated or not, the survival of her race depended on it. Some men never got 'used' to it, and had to be drugged every time. She hoped he'd realize; and learn, it was better without using the drugged wine.

"I won't apologize", Belinda said, "I told you why I did what I did. But I am sorry it has to be this way. You are strong and young, and we need you."

"So am I!" I muttered.

Belinda hopped off the perch and walked over to the man, but he refused to look at her. "Look Brian, if you 'cooperate' it can be quite enjoyable," she said, "the pleasure even greater. If you'll let me, I can...show you."

"If I don't?" I mumbled.

"Then it's the wine again," Belinda said, "if we have to pour it down your throat with a funnel and strap you to a mounting rack."

"You'd really do that?" I asked, looking at her in alarm. I'd been planning on refusing to drink anymore of the drugged wine, but the thought of having a funnel shoved down my throat was...unpleasant And I had NO desire to find out what a 'mounting rack' was.

"Yes, we would. You are here for a purpose, and you WILL fulfill that purpose, no matter what. How you do it is up to you."

I thought that over for a second, be raped repeatedly, helpless to resist due to the drug, or cooperate. I remembered the incredible pleasure I'd felt even through the haze of the drug, and she said it would be even better if I cooperated. Maybe I should...cooperate. At least to see what it was like that way.

"I'll...I'll try to cooperate", I said. "But I don't know if I can, er, you know."

Belinda smiled, and said, "Good, it will be much better that way, for you and your...partners. If you need some help, um, getting in the mood we can use a watered down amount of wine, that would help but you wouldn't be completely drugged and would have more control."

"When?" I asked, a little scared.

"Why not now? Belinda said, I do need to show you the best, um, ways to service one of us, and you start your 'duties' on the morrow."

"Duties?" I said.

"Yes," like I said before, "you'll have a regular schedule of females to service, all our mates do. You'll also be given a special potion to make you able to perform more often then you could normally. It's very effective, and good for you. It also increases the amount of pleasure you'll feel."

"Like a breeding stud, a Ram or a Bull." I said, a little horrified I was to be used to breed like a barnyard animal.

"Very much", Belinda replied, "but I promise you'll enjoy yourself much more than a dumb animal would. It can be quite...enjoyable. Now, let's go to the bedroom. Bring the wine, in case we need it."

Reluctantly, and nervously, I followed her back into the bedroom. She hopped up on the bed, and said, "Get up here with me, and leave the blanket."

I gave a sigh, and dropped the blanket I'd had wrapped around my waist like some sort of kilt, and sat on the edge of the bed. I was still a little embarrassed to be naked in front of her, but not as much as before. After all...we'd...um.

She moved behind me, and pressed against my back, her feathers soft and warm and I could feel her breasts pressing against me, her nipples hard, and nibbled at my hair with her beak for a few seconds. It tickled.

"You did quite, um, well last night", Belinda said, "but if you have more control it will be even nicer, for both of us. There are two main ways to mate with us, with one of us on top, or you can mount us from behind like another bird. I was on top last night, so this time lets try the other way. You need to know both as some of us only prefer to be serviced in one way. Now lay back."

So I lay back as instructed, and she crouched next to me, her breasts hanging over me, and said,

"If you want you may touch me, many males enjoy that, and I like having my breasts touched."

I vaguely remembered touching them before, and curious, I did so again. And again I was surprised at how soft the firm globes were, yet tough as leather too, like suede or fine calf skin covered in fine soft feathers, only her aureoles and nipples were not covered. As I fondled her I was surprised as her nipples swelled, pushing out and stiffening as they grew quite a bit larger, and as I touched and gently squeezed one she gave soft hiss of obvious pleasure.

"That's nice", she said, "don't stop."

And I didn't want too, I rubbed my thumb against a rigid nipple, and she hissed again and leaned over a little further, and something told me what she wanted, so I took the nipple in my mouth and sucked and tongued it.

"Ahhhh-sssss! Caaaw!!" Belinda hissed, that felt good! She hoped he would... and yes, now he was sucking the other one! So nice!! His lips around her sensitive nipples felt divine!

I switched from nipple to nipple, fondling one breast while I sucked and licked the other ones nipple, and was surprised to find I was actually enjoying it, and that her hisses and other sounds of pleasure were having...an effect on me as I felt my penis start to harden. And she noticed it too, and pulling away she moved down and flicked the tip of her tongue over my hardening shaft, and it was my turn to make sounds of pleasure. I'd never had anyone else touch me there before, and the feel of her warm wet tongue was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and I gasped when she took me in her beak and started to gently suck on my cock, her head bobbing.

As he finished becoming rampant Belinda noticed as pre welled from the head of his erection, and knew he was ready. But not yet, she was enjoying herself too much as she slid her beak up and down his shaft, her tongue licking and caressing his head and shaft while he moaned in obvious pleasure, his hands spasming a little as he kept fondling her breasts. But she didn't want him to climax in her mouth; but maybe later after the drugs in his food and water began to take affect, once that happened he would be capable of performing much more often. But it would take awhile, and for now his seed was needed for other than mere pleasure. So reluctantly she gave his cock a final slow lick, and let it slide from her beak.

This...this isn't so bad, I thought, as Belinda's head bobbed over my crotch, and gave another groan of pleasure as she kept doing whatever she was doing, and when she pulled away I was actually disappointed. And to my surprise I realized that I really wanted her, that I wanted to satisfy my need. She looked at me, and said,

"Good, I thought you'd enjoy that, I know I did. Now, while you're ready and willing. First stand up. Good. Now I'll bend over the side of the bed, and when I lift and spread my tail fan you'll see my vent. As soon as I'm ready you need to mount me and service me until you reach your release. I probably will too, but that's not absolutely necessary. Now, I need you!"

I just stood there; cock hard and rampant, as she gave me the simple instructions. But I was a little hesitant when she bent over and lifted and spread her tail feathers. I'd never actually seen a woman's vagina before, but I'd seen plenty of animals and had been told a woman's wasn't that different from a sheep, so at least I had some idea of what to expect. But hers was different; it was more triangular then an actual slit. But it was pink, and wet, and with a slightly shaky hand I took my penis and pressed it against the wet opening, then griping her in front of her legs I pressed into her, and after some initial resistance she gave a loud squawk as I suddenly penetrated and slid fairly easily into her hot slick sex, the slick folds seeming to help suck me in.

Belinda gave a groan of pleasure as the man mounted her, and spread her wings a little to help steady herself. As his large penis penetrated her sex it felt wonderful as her vaginal muscles stretched to accommodate him, and she used her control over them to clench around his hardness, and then loosen and caress it. As soon as he hilted he paused, then began to fuck her with a steady rhythm of strong thrusts, and as he serviced her he gripped her in front of her legs, and she laid her head against the bed covers and cooed, eyes closed, her beak open as she gasped in pleasure. He was doing quite well, he might be inexperienced, but like any mature male he instinctively knew what to do. As he slowly began increasing the speed and number of his thrusts; she thought, oh yes, he knows what to do!! "Rawwwkkk!"

I looked down as my cock slid in and out of her strange sex, her feathers brushing against my thighs and stomach, her tail feather tickling my chest a little bit. Oh Gods, I thought, this feels...absolutely wonderful! Any inhibitions I might have initially felt had quickly vanished as the pleasure grew, and with a moan I sped up my thrusts as I felt myself nearing what could only be what I knew was as orgasm, only the second one I'd ever felt, and both with her. And as the pressure and need peaked, and my cock throbbed and pulsed as I came, I gave a loud groan of ecstasy as I thrust as fast and hard as I could.

Belinda rocked gently back and forth as they mated, her face and beak rubbing against the soft covers, and as he sped up his thrust she gave a soft shrill of pleasure, and when his seed poured into her she clenched her sex around his, caressing his hardness to milk every drop of his seed she could. And the intense burst of her own orgasm left her breathing heavily, panting in delight. The coupling had not been particularly long, but the intensity; and true desire on both their parts, had made it quite enjoyable. As he pulled out of her her tight sex hardly leaked any of his seed. With a happy chirp she folded her wings and spread and closed her tail fan a couple of times to help smooth the feathers back into place, then she hopped up on the bed and crouched next to him, and rubbed her beak against his neck and back, making a kind of cooing sound. It was her way of letting him know she was pleased with his services, that he was a good mate.

"Brian," she said, "that was...nice. I...thank you for giving me so much pleasure."

It was nice as she rubbed herself against me, but I was in a kind of daze and was hardly aware at first when she spoke. I'd actually enjoyed 'mating' with her; very much so, I realized in surprise. I had thought it would be dirty, distasteful in some way. But she was clean and smelled nice, not like the 'filthy animals' I'd been led to believe all Harpies were. I had been told they were dirty, filthy, and infested with vermin and parasites, and that they mated only as animals with great raptors in order to breed. I wondered what other lies the nobles had been telling me all my life. She started rubbing her head and beak against me again, her breasts as well, and as I turned to face her our faces unexpectedly brushed together, and before I even realized I was doing it I was kissing her on her beak. At first her eyes widened in surprise, but then she pushed back against me as she eagerly returned my tentative and inexperienced attempt, her firm breasts pressing against me as I put my arm around her neck and passionately kissed her, her tongue sliding between my lips.

Belinda pulled back as the kiss ended, it had surprised her, but it had been a very nice surprise. Due to their hard beaks her kind did not kiss that often. As they parted, she said, "My...that was...nice!"

"Would you like to...do it again?" I asked, somewhat shyly and hopefully. I'd never kissed a girl before, and it had been...interesting. Her only response was to lean forward again, and we kissed again, and this time my hands found and fondled her breasts as well, and she made that funny; but arousing, kind of thrumming and cooing sound from deep in her chest again. When she pushed me back on the bed I didn't resist, and as she climbed on top of me I reached down and helped guide my aching cock into her vent, and with a shrill squawk she ground down on me, and I moaned as she began to rock back and forth as I licked and sucked her breasts and nipples, her beak clacking as she shrilled in ecstasy.

Twice, Belinda thought in delight, and this time was the best yet! Most of the males just wanted it done and over with, so this was a nice surprise. AND she'd climaxed once already! She looked at his sweat beaded face as she rode him, but he was as active as she was, thrusting upward to meet her as she ground down, and, oh, the pleasure!! She sighed as his mouth found one of her swollen sensitive nipples, and then groaned as he began to suck on it while his hands kneaded her breasts, a thumb and finger tweaking her other nipple in a most delightful way. And this time she was the one that brought them to orgasm, after drawing it out as long as she could, and as the ecstasy exploded in her sex again she pressed her beak against his lips, their sounds of pleasure muffled as they kissed, their tongues exploring one another's mouth. She'd seldom experienced such intense pleasure before, with a man or bird!

As Belinda rode me I just lay there at first, my whole body quivering in response to the feeling of my hardness sliding inside of her again, but then I began to thrust upwards wanting MORE of that pleasure! I'd never wanted anything so badly, never NEEDED anything so badly! I'd never felt such pleasure before! With a moan I took one of her nipples into my mouth as I fondled and hefted her breasts, the taste of her sweat and musk just increasing my own lust. And as I exploded inside of her we kissed, and it was almost brutal, but I didn't hesitate to kiss her back just as passionately, her bright blue eyes locked with mine the whole time. And when it was finally over I felt weak and spent, drained, but also incredibly happy and content.

After they separated Belinda crouched next to Brian for awhile; picking a couple of small feathers out of his hair, as with all her kind she didn't lie down when she slept, or sleep in a bed for that matter. But she enjoyed being beside him, his warm body felt good next to hers, his scent strong and male. After awhile she stirred, and said,

"Brian, I'll be truthful, that was...special. Most of our mates are usually not so...enthusiastic. It's so nice to have mate that...enjoys pleasuring us."

Now that I was flaccid again I was a little appalled at just how 'enthusiastic" I had been, but I also realized I didn't regret my 'cooperation', not at all. In fact I wanted more of that incredible pleasure, but for now that was out of the question.

"I...it wasn't," I said, "like I was...expecting. I never realized it could be so... that there would be so much pleasure. I've never felt anything like that."

Leaning over Belinda gave him a quick beak rub, and said, "And it can be even more enjoyable. We...appreciate a mate who not only services us, but makes love to us as well. We need that as much as any human female, and get it so very seldomly. I think you're going to enjoy your 'duties', and I know you'll be popular with my sisters. In fact I wish I could keep you for myself!"

"I'm not sure if I can do this as...well", I said, "with another woman."

"Woman?" She said softly, "not a beast?"

"I don't think of you like that anymore", I said, "I can't, not after what we shared."

Belinda leaned over and gave him another 'kiss', longer this time as her tongue flicked over his face and into his welcoming mouth, then said, "Believe me, I don't think you'll have any trouble making my sisters as happy as me. For some it is a...talent, and I think you have that talent. You truly enjoy it; you don't just go through the motions."

She giggled when I replied, "Oh, I go through the motions, AND enjoy it!"

"Well put!" She said; "but for now we need to get some sleep. It's late, and I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. I'll be in my room, if you need anything, just call me."

As it would turn out I didn't need to call her for anything during the night as I slept like a rock until late the next morning; despite still sleeping on the floor. It would be weeks before I could used to sleeping in such a soft and luxurious bed.

When I woke up the food on the table in the 'dining' room had been replenished with fresh fruit and a kind of thick gruel, or oatmeal. It had honey and chopped nuts in it and was delicious. It was nothing like the thin slop to which I'd grown accustomed as a farm hand. It turned out it was a favorite of the Harpies as well, but as I saw Belinda trying to eat it by bending over and lapping at it or scooping it up with her beak; and making a mess, I said,

"Wait a second; it will take you forever to eat it like that. Here, let me help you."

I had been provided with a spoon and fork; no knife, so I used the spoon to feed her until the bowl was empty. She seemed a little surprised, but let me feed her without any comment. Finally she said,

"Thank you, it is much easier to eat it that way. We do require our mates to feed us certain foods we have difficulty with, but it's nice you decided to offer to do it yourself. Thank you."

"You were making a mess", I said, "I didn't want to see you get it all over your, um, feathers."

Belinda smiled, shifting a little into a more comfortable position. "Yes, I was being a bit sloppy, do you mind cleaning off, my, um, feathers?"

Actually what I'd been about to say was 'breasts', but I didn't mind wiping them off at all. They were pretty spectacular, and oh so nice to touch, as I well knew. No, I didn't mind wiping them off at all, and made sure I did a really good job, leaving the large globes and soft feathers clean and dry.

Belinda gave a coo of pleasure as Brain gently rubbed her breasts with a soft towel, and felt her nipples harden. But unfortunately there wasn't time for that; his first 'mate' was due in a short while. He would be started off with two a day, one in the morning, one in the early evening. The rest of the time he was hers to do with as she wanted, but she knew she couldn't wear him out too soon. If he was unable to perform with her sisters it would be noticed. She had to share, it was the way.

"Brian", she said, "as I told you one of my sisters will be arriving shortly for your services. I wish I had time to, um, train you some more, but I think you know what to do now. You seem to have an...aptitude for it."

I looked down at my lap and fidgeted, then said, "I'd rather...service you again. I-I don't know if I can do it as...well with someone else."

"Well," she replied, "if you have any problems you can always drink a little of the wine, but be sure to water it down a bit. You won't need a full dose I'm sure, and you'll enjoy it more that way. When she gets here I'll bring her in, then I'll stay in my room until you're through."

Almost as soon as she stopped speaking we heard a flutter and snap of wings from the entrance to the cave, and Belinda left to greet the new Harpy. I swallowed nervously, I was scared again. I didn't want to have to drink any of the drugged wine again, but knew I'd be forced to if I couldn't 'rise' to the occasion. I gave a slightly hysterical giggle at the lame joke, and then looked up as Belinda and another Harpy entered the room. The new Harpy was a little smaller then Belinda and her feathers were a even brown color overall, fading to tan on her legs and tail. Her breasts were smaller too, but she had large aureoles and nipples.

"Bathina, this is Brian." Belinda said, "He's been chosen to provide you with his services. If there's any problem call me, I'll be in the room over there."

I watched as Belinda left the room, a curtain falling into place over the door to her room. There were no doors, only curtains or beads. Then I looked at Bathina, and she looked at me. We just stared for awhile, until she said,

"Don't worry, I don't peck. I know you're new at this, tell me, is there anything that might help to...get you in the mood?"

I blinked, and said, "Belinda likes to have her breasts, um, touched. I enjoy doing that."

Bathina gave an approving chirp, and said, "Oh, what a coincidence, I just LOVE to have my breasts touched!"

She hoped up on the bed, and I gave her breasts a closer look. They were smaller and more conical then Belinda's, but still very nice. I gave them a tentative heft, and her soft trill of pleasure let me know I was doing the right thing. Soon I was sucking gently on her hard and swollen nipples while she cooed in pleasure, her beak barely open with her tongue sticking out. As I leaned back and lay down she quickly straddled me, and after a few tries we got the angle right; and I groaned and she gave a loud squawk, as my aching cock slid into her tight ready sex. I held her legs just below her feathers to help steady her as she rode me, her head thrown back as she gave deep squawking cries of pleasure. It was different then with Belinda; a little more intense and...feral, but it still felt, oh so, good! So very good! It didn't take that long, and as I lunged up into her as I orgasmed she gave a shrill shriek of pleasure as she flapped her wings, catching me by surprise as I held onto her legs as she bucked and heaved on top of me. Then she fell forward against me, her beak gently nibbling at my face while I kissed her. Then with a final huff of pleasure she dismounted, and trilling happily began preening herself. She didn't protest; just trilled louder, when I started running my fingers through her feathers.

"Did...did you...a-are you...satisfied?" I hesitantly asked.

She lifted her head and fixed me with her eyes, and said, "Oh yes, that was wonderful!! Y-You made love to me, not just serviced me! I...not many of my mates have done that." She cocked her head, and added, "I hope I'm paired again with you very soon, and that you sire my chick."

I didn't know how to answer that, and she gave a chirp of wry amusement when I turned red as I blushed. A short time later she called to Belinda, who came out and escorted her sister from the 'mating chamber'. I had mixed feelings as I watched her leave, and found myself hoping she was paired with me again.

"She's nice, I like her." I said as Belinda came back in the room.

Belinda hopped up on her perch, and said, "Everyone likes Bathina, she's always so chirpy and happy. But...I heard her as you mated, she was really enjoying your, um, services. You have a natural...talent for giving females what they need."

The next 'visitor' of the day was a rather large and dour; and also rather intimidating, or more intimidating then usual, Harpie named Beatrice. She was older than the other two I'd mated with, and had lost an eye at some point; wearing an eye patch to cover it. She was quite business like, having me mount and service her from behind with very little 'foreplay'. I took her long and slow though as I was still pretty worn out from the last couple of days of sex, and after awhile her grunts became softer and more frequent as I fucked her. Her sex quivered and clenched around my cock more and more; her sounds becoming almost pleading, and when I finally came she gave a loud "CAW!" of genuine pleasure as she climaxed as well. After I dismounted she seemed almost a little surprised and confused; looked at me like she was about to say something, then closed her beak with a loud clack and left.

Belinda came out shortly after the large Harpy had left, and cocking her head quizzically, said, "I do believe you made her orgasm! I didn't think any male could make Beatrice do that! I'm...impressed. She's not much of a..., she doesn't enjoy the males as much as most of us. At least human ones."

"Maybe that's because none of them ever made love to her before." I said, somewhat surprised that I HAD made love to her. "I want sex to be more than just... rutting like animals."

"Don't forget," Belinda said, "We're part animal, and enjoy rutting with the great raptors when we're in heat, but we also enjoy having a male make love to us more as a woman then beast. I think you're going to be very popular with my sisters."

The next few days were a bit of a trial; I managed to 'meet my quota' of two Harpies serviced in a day, but it was getting harder. Not that the sex got any less enjoyable; it didn't, it's just that I was getting worn out, spent and exhausted. But somehow I was able to manage what was required of me. But then slowly it started to become easier; and even more enjoyable, and soon enough I was able to fill my quota with ease, with no post coupling soreness or let-down. And at least every other day I was able to make love to Belinda, and with her it was always different, special.

A few weeks later I was resting on a couch after the first 'visitor' of the day, when Belinda came in and gave a chirp I had learned to recognize as amusement.

"You," she said, "have caused quite a stir. All my sisters are clamoring to be put on your roster of females to service. Some are even bribing the sister in charge, or trying to! It's amazing; I've never seen anything like it! You're so...so enthusiastic when you mate with us!"

As she hopped up on her perch I got up and walked over to her, giving her a kiss on her beak as she nibbled at my face. Taking some special combs I began to comb and straighten her feathers while she cooed happily. She'd taught me how to help her; and her sisters, groom and preen after being serviced, or just for the pleasure of it. It was often a part of the 'foreplay' when I had 'visitors', they enjoyed a mate who knew how to give them that pleasure as well. I loved to run the combs and my fingers through their feathers, both the large harder outer layers, and the soft downy undercoating. It was truly amazing how many different kinds of feathers they had, and it took quite a lot of 'work' to keep them in perfect order. I was getting quite good at it; able to recognize feathers that needed plucking; and their feathers were always sleek and shiny when I got through. As my attentions began to focus on her breasts, her nipples rising to hardness under my touch and lips; she panted with her beak just barely open, tip of her tongue protruding, and said,

"A-Are you sure?? You still have another visitor scheduled for today, you know."

"Yes, I know, but I want you." I said, "I love you, you're not like the others, and it's been getting easier and easier for me to do what's required of me."

She gave a soft trill, and said, "Do you mean that, do you really...love me?? And not just as a mate?? Not just for physical pleasure?"

I rubbed my face against her the soft 'hair' and feathers on her neck, and said, "If it was possible I'd ask you to marry me, be my wife, be my lover, forever."

She pulled back and looked at me, her eyes brighter than usual, and said, "Oh, but you can marry me! Become my husband! It's just that I have to share you with my sisters, our needs outweigh personal pleasure. Do you...do you really mean it, do you want to?"

I took her head between my hands, and gave her a kiss on the tip of her beak while she cooed softly, and said, "Will you be my wife, will you marry me? Will you let me make you as happy as I can??"

"Yes, oh yes!" She said, and then the time for talking was over.

As I lay on my back she rode me slowly, my hands caressing and squeezing her firm jiggling breasts as she rocked back and forth. I looked up at the female I'd asked to become my wife, and felt only joy despite the fact she wasn't human. But I was far past caring about that, though not human she was an incredibly beautiful female, and I loved her with all my heart and soul. And she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and that was all that mattered. As we neared our release she began moving faster, and opening her beak she pressed it against my face and we kissed passionately, her soft breasts rubbing against my own chest, and we stared into one another's eyes, hers bright with her love for me. When our release came she moaned into my mouth as I groaned in ecstasy, and then she whispered, "I'm gravid; I'm carrying our first egg." And my joy became complete.

To my surprise there was actually a wedding ceremony. It was very simple; we were brought before the Queen of the Harpies; a regal beautiful creature, and announced our intentions while she and hundreds of other Harpies watched, perfectly silent except for the occasional ruffle of feathers or clack of a beak. Then as I gave Belinda a long slow 'kiss' they all shrieked in approval, and I almost went deaf! Afterwards there was a kind of party, and I found out to my surprise that Harpies like to dance! A kind of bobbing, weaving, perfectly synchronized strutting that makes all the nice bits jiggle rather nicely, and as I became aroused by the spectacle of so much lovely exposed female flesh I got shrieks of approving amusement much to my horrified embarrassment. And I was not the only human at the celebration, a few other men who had taken Harpies as wives came forward to be introduced, and congratulated me. Each was accompanied by their mates, and I could see their love for one another. It was a unique, special love, and knew I was lucky to share it. I even got to meet the Queen, who gave a squawk of approval when I bowed, pleased by my show of respect. She waited until I stood up straight again, and said,

"Welcome to our family, it gladdens us all that Belinda and you have decided to become joined by your love for one another. It is rare, and so precious to us. If possible we would allow you to live together as a mated pair, but our needs as a whole must take precedence. Please do not hold that against us."

I didn't reply, but as I bowed again I thought of all the females I'd made love to, and just smiled when I straightened up. The Queen raised her brows in surprise, and then gave an amused sounding trill. She knew what I was thinking! What was a forced necessity for some of their 'mates', was for me an enjoyable privilege. No, I did not hold it against them. It might have been different if Belinda thought otherwise, but her pride in the way I pleasured her sisters was all I needed.

There was no 'honeymoon', and I was returned to my; no, 'our' quarters, and resumed my duties the next day. But to my surprise; not an unpleasant one, my quota had been increased to three visitors a day. Evidently the potion I'd been given in small doses on a regular basis; mixed in the food and drink, to increase my 'capabilities' had begun to take effect. To my delighted surprise I was able to handle the increase with no problem, AND have enough left over for my wife. I wasn't even terribly concerned when it became obvious my testes were slowly growing in size, but I was relieved when it stopped before they became too unwieldy. Still, I was very much aware of their weight now. I reasoned that was a fair price to pay in exchange for my increased sexual capabilities. Eventually my quota was raised to four a day, and left at that.

One day as I was resting; and preening and grooming my wife, after the last 'visitor' had left, she said,

"You know, my love," I don't understand why more of the males don't take one of us as a mate. Only one in ten does; you know. But most do at least seem to enjoy the sex. We seldom have to; um, force them."

I paused, then answered, "It's because they still think of you as little more than animals. Don't hold it against them though, they don't know any better. That's what they've been taught to believe their whole lives. They may like mating with a goat, but it doesn't mean they see their 'lover' as anything more than an animal."

She gave a sad caw, and said, "That's horrible. We're not animals, and it's so wrong that the nobles whose kingdoms we once helped them to save now teach that's all we are! Even after hundreds of years. Tell me, my love, why are you so different? I can tell you see beyond the feathers, the beak and claws, and see what's inside. That's why my sisters enjoy your services so well, you make love to them, not just service them."

"There's nothing wrong with feathers." I said as I ran my fingers over the downy ones covering her breasts, "I think yours are beautiful. And I like beaks and claws, they're so sexy." She closed her eyes and pressed her head back against me, and I continued, "But; to answer your question, I think maybe it's because my father taught me to read and write. He taught me there was more to the world then drudgery and serfdom. He wanted to pay his debts and give my brothers and me the chance to decide our own lives, to find and do what we wanted. But he died too young, and we were locked into the cycle of unending virtual slavery when we inherited only debts. The nobles treat their animals better then the serfs, because the animals are worth more. I can see that so much clearer now than ever before."

"Why?" Belinda asked throatily, cooing as her mate gently caressed her in the most wonderful places.

"Because of this", I said, "all of this! You have no idea what it's like. The good food, the soft bed, the bath. But especially...the pleasure. I had no idea life could be anything but back breaking labor with only more abuse in payment. This is...is like heaven! For the first time I'm really living, finding out what life is really all about! I now finally realize what my father meant!"

"Even as a slave, and what is...required of you?" Belinda asked.

"Yes!" I said, "I mean no! I, oh, odds bodkins! Both I guess! If this is a life of slavery, then what was my so-called 'freedom' like?? I was treated more like an animal by my own 'rulers', or more like 'owners', then I've been treated here! I don't see this as slavery, not at all! I have a wonderful, beautiful, wife, and whatever you've done to me has made the sex even more enjoyable, and pleasurable! I can't get enough! And even after I've serviced my chosen mates I still have you to make love to, all night long if we can stay awake! Oh no, this is NOT slavery! This is all I could ever want!"

"You're not a slave anymore, anyway." Belinda said, nibbling at my hair, which had grown quite long, "As soon as you took me for your wife that ended, and you became one of the flock. We do not even consider our other mates to be 'slaves' in the usual meaning of the word. They are privileged members of our society, we need them so care for them, we never mistreat them."

"I don't care," I said as I gave her beak a kiss, "slave or not, all that matters is I'm with you, and your sisters. I guess I love them in a way too, but not like you."

Belinda gave a soft trill, and leaned against her mate, saying, "You say the nicest things, my love. And yes, my sisters do love you; you are different from any of our other mates, even those who have taken one of us as their wives. You're...smarter, you don't just accept things as they are, you ask questions. That is what attracted me to you, among other things."

"What other things?" I asked as I gently fondled one of her breasts.

"Oh, I think you know." She said as she lowered her beak between my thighs and gave the head of my erection a long slow lick. Oh yes, I thought, indeed I do!

We made love for a long time after that, her head turned sideways on the bed so she could look back at me as I fucked her nice and slow, her body trembling in pleasure as she made those soft cooing/trilling sounds I love so much. I ran my fingers through her long tail feathers one at a time while I was servicing her, and she chirped in approval as they're an erogenous zone for her species; which I'd had a lot of fun finding out. But the pleasure wasn't one sided. Her sex was hot and slick, her velvety smooth; but powerful, vaginal muscles very demanding as they clenched and caressed my aching cock. We both knew what the other liked, and liked to give one another as much pleasure as possible. And the feel of her feathers rubbing against my skin was incredibly pleasurable in; and of, itself. It was one of our longest couplings yet, but finally we had to give in the inevitable as our needs just became too intense, and she gave a shrill squawk of ecstasy as we climaxed, and I almost passed out from the intensity of my orgasm.

Later as she sat on her perch and we groomed one another; with her running her beak through my hair, I asked,

"How's our egg?"

"Oh, it's fine." She said, "I checked on it today, and it's healthy as can be. All the eggs laid by the females you mated with are. It should hatch in another week, maybe ten days at the most."

"I wish I could see it." I said. But I understood the reasons why that wasn't a good idea. For some reason the eggs were susceptible to some diseases that could be transmitted by human touch, so the males did not see their 'offspring' until some time after they'd hatched.

"I know, my love." She said, "I wish you could too. But when the chick is old enough I'll take you to the rookery."

As near as I could understand the Harpies raised their chicks 'communally', with all of them taking part. That was because there was no way all of them could take off the time to raise their chicks individually. Because they were a community some had to hunt, others store and manage foodstuffs and other supplies, and so on. Plus her 'job' as my 'handler' was full time. That didn't mean the chicks didn't know who their mothers were, they all did. They just had lots of other mothers as well. And if the 'sires' wanted to see their chicks they were allowed to visit the rookery once the chicks were old enough and past the period they were vulnerable to certain diseases. I was looking forward to it. My daughters might not be human, but I wanted them to know their father loved them.

"I hope she's as beautiful as you are." I said, and was rewarded with a long intimate kiss.

We made love again; nope-didn't mind my new 'capablities' at all, and as I lay on the bed and she sleepily sat on her perch, she said,

"Why do you look so sad? Usually after we mate you're more, well, contented looking."

"Oh, it's not us." I replied, "I'm just feeling sorry for all my old friends who are still breaking their backs working in the fields, all so one noble family can live in ease. And they have no hope of anything better. It makes me feel a little guilty, living like I am now."

Belinda clacked her beak in what I knew was a perplexed way, and said, "Well, why don't they change things? I mean, there are many more serfs then nobles."

I snorted, and said, "It's not so easy. Most of them are too numb and browbeaten to even consider it, and the last time a 'representative' was picked to list some grievances with the Duke he received a hundred lashes, and the taxes were increased for six months to 'teach us our place'. If it goes beyond peaceful means the noble's men-at-arms are only too happy to get off their fat lazy butts and break a few heads. It's not right!"

Belinda sighed, gave a chirp, and said, "It didn't used to be that way. Your; and our, ancestors used to work the land as yeoman farmers. We owed the local nobles taxes, but we owned the land. And in return for our taxes were received protection, public works were maintained, roads kept clear, and most prospered. But after the way had devastated the lands the nobles grew greedy, more concerned with personal power and worth, forgetting that they had originally been chosen to serve the people. While it was true the serfs were not their equals they owed service to them just as they were served. And they drove out all the nonhuman races and hybrids, and now they live as little more than animals in only the remotest places. The present system is a mockery of what it's supposed to be like. Sometimes I wonder who really won the great war."

I sat up in surprise, and said, "How do you know all that?"

"Well," Belinda said smugly, "you're not the only one who can read, you know."

"I didn't know that," I said, "I mean, that's not what we're taught, when they bother to teach us anything at all. I kept the fact I could read a secret, it's not encouraged among serfs. And books are rare; my father only had a few. Only one was a history book, but it was written after the war, and said the current system was necessary in order to protect us from the, er, Harpies, and other dangers."

Suddenly Belinda; with a flap of her wings, pounced on me from her perch, and straddling me she stuck her beak in my face, said in a 'menacing' tone of voice, "But who's going to save you from me, my tender little morsel! Prepare to be ravished!! Caaaawww!"

"Oh no, rape!" I cried, as I 'struggled'. But it was a most enjoyable 'rape' indeed.

The End

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