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Stripped down to nothing but their own fur and skin, the four captive creatures were led, stumbling and struggling a little, along the rough pathway laid out before them. Behind their backs paws were bound tightly; across their muzzles thick ropes left them unable to utter a word. Forced so close to one another that the paws of the ones in front practically brushed the naked underside of the one behind, their movements were reduced to a slow and weary shuffle. Beneath them the path was strewn with obstacles their bound state made it difficult to avoid, and even the shortest of steps carried with it a risk of stumbling blindly upon the bare foot-paws of those at the front. The speed had to be carefully maintained by the small group - the beast at the fore dictating a pace that suited those behind.

Still those that led them seemed determined that they push harder still. Armed with thick branches with which they could strike viciously at the exposed bodies of their captives, they ruthlessly ensured that the long, tiring march continued at a pace that greatly drained the struggling four. At no time were they allowed to pause for rest. Although they were battered and bloodied; slithers of the crimson liquid endlessly dribbling from the many wounds inflicted by both the weapons of the pack and the harshness of their environment, still they were driven onwards. They were weary, their bodies aching, their chests and stomachs heaving with the strain of forcing each and every step.

Around them, their captors were much better protected from the natural hazards of the wilderness. No sign of a hair nor a toe poked idly from beneath the thick, flowing robes that hid even the eyes of the beasts from any that might stumble upon the party. Walking with heads lowered and gaze focused upon the many obstacles that littered the rough path before them, their robes, deliberately of a dark, dirty brown that matched perfectly with the trees and bushes about, blended in well with the woodlands. Travelling at such a slow, steady pace, they all but vanished against the unchanging backdrop of their homeland. Only the very keenest of eyes might have spotted their movements; noticed a brief change of direction or the shifting of robes upon the floor. Save for the four bodies that were dragged along in the centre of the rather large pack, there was no colour to the party. The clothing and their manner of movement were all designed to provide the utmost secrecy in what was known to be a dangerous place.

Even amongst the captives, three of the bodies were coated only in hairs of grey, white and black. In the darkness that engulfed the area from the thick webs of branches and leaves creating a ceiling overhead, even the blood-stained white of their undersides seemed to evaporate into the background. Of them only one still bore any real colour about him; a naked figure whose frame was dressed in short, silky fur of a much lighter brown that seemed to draw towards it the little light creeping through the vast overhang above.

This was the smallest of the group. Shorter in height, less impressive in stature it brought up the rear of the four - a position granted due to the heavy, bulky tail that dragged against the ground below it. In such close proximity it was yet another obstacle any behind might have to navigate, but for the cloaked figures it was also a source of enjoyment and control. When the group drew a little too far ahead and had to be stopped, a hard, fast stomp upon the thick object was enough to draw a muffled cry of pain from the beast. If they wanted them to pick up the pace, a firm tug was enough to set them quickly upon their way. Although the brutal sticks each carried equally served just such a purpose, the pain they inevitably caused carried with it a risk. They had no desire to render those they had enslaved incapable of movement.

For a length of time that none could possibly ascertain, the band carried on in this fashion. Save for the pained, anguished whimpers and growls seeping through the bonds of the captives, nobody made a sound. At every step these grew louder; a vocal representation of the pain coursing through their bodies as naked foot-paws were ravaged by the brutal ground below. Unclothed and moving beyond their own control, their feet smashed against rocks and stones, brushed against thorns and thistles, crushed branches painfully beneath them. Like bodies equally ravaged by the terrain their feet were bloodied, bruised and throbbing, causing them immense pain at every step; though it was for certain the beast at the fore of the group who was suffering the worse of them all

He was much larger than the rest; particularly around the chest, the stomach, the shoulders. Although not of any great height, his chubby frame carried within it a lot of weight; making it ideal for crashing through the many webs of branches and vines that grew across even the most developed of paths. Coming to a particularly thick nest of brambles and thorns, the group was forced to draw, for a moment, to a halt. From the head of the group the beast was summoned; grasped firmly by the shoulders and dragged roughly to where the path was so heavily blocked. Ignoring his whimpers of protestation - or at least what little of them he could utter through a well-tied muzzle - they thrust him viciously into its centre; allowing razor-sharp brambles and thick branches to rip, whip and tear at his exposed underside as blood oozed more freely from his body to form a thin trail along the floor.

"That's it, get your fat backside through there," The robed figure charged with watching him hissed savagely, lashing out against the flabby buttocks of the creature and catching him with a firm blow just below his stubby tail. Although the hand that struck out was still thickly coated by the robes, the force of the blow was still enough to make the creature yelp and increase his pace. All around laughter rang out from beneath the hoods of the captors; who seemed to delight in the opportunity to engage in a little play, to have a little fun with those they had dragged along for what seemed an eternity. "You furred beasts are useless, pathetic. Look at those weak bodies, succumbing to even the most gentle of scrapes from the trees and the bushes. Even as you walk your paws are rubbed raw merely by contact with the ground beneath you. It's no surprise your kind have been forced into hiding."

Drawn on by the fresh wave of laughter that met his ferocious comments, the beast hastened up behind the slowly moving captive and gave him a vicious shove from behind. With a yelp of surprised they crashed through the thicket and collided heavily with the dusty floor. Unable to protect themself with their paws fastened helplessly behind their back, the creature could do nothing to reduce the stinging effect of the fall. Their body shuddered in agony, withdrew and recoiled upon itself as they rolled over onto their side with the first glistening beads of tears forming in their eyes.

"See? Pathetic!" The beast spat again; this time sending beads of fluid raining down upon the recoiling captive, who whimpered and writhed on the floor as the crowd around renewed their mocking laughter. They seemed to greatly enjoy his humiliation; but although they cheered and laughed and spat upon his naked frame, they were quickly halted as a firm, commanding voice spoke out from the rear of the group.

"That's enough, Thordar," It rung out around them - spoken not overly loud, but with a surety and presence that left the message lingering long after the voice had begun to fade. With the crowd parting the speaker made their way to the fore; a figure similar to any of the others coated in the thick, brown robes. It was a little shorter than many, perhaps, but otherwise unremarkable except for the effect it seemed to have upon those about. At every step they withdrew away from it; their heads bowed respectfully. At its words a complete silence had fallen over the group. Nobody spoke, even the captives seemed to dare not whimper or sob in its presence. Moving slowly as though to let the effect of its appearance sink in, it drew gradually up before the one that had started the commotion; who sank to his knees and turned his head up to face them from beneath his hood.

"I'm sorry sir," Their apologetic mutter was followed by a submissive lowering of their gaze towards the floor. All heads were turned towards them now; those of the captors, and the captives both. Even the beast lying in pain upon his side looked on silently, his face damp from the tears that still dribbled from his eyes.

"So you should be, young one," The responding tone was raised, angry as the beast looked down upon the submissive figure kneeling at his feet. Though not shouted or roared, the venom in their words was enough to make the robed creature tremble lightly and lower himself still further towards the floor. For those that had suffered his savage beatings, it was something of a feeble joy to watch him cowering for once before another. Even those with whom he travelled snickered a little as they watched the body of their companion practically spread itself fearfully upon its front. "You speak ill of others, but what of yourself? These are our offerings to our mistress, not something with which to play. I fear that you forget the importance of our mission. It is vital that we ferry the symbol of our people to the altar, on the orders of the mistress herself. This is not some pathetic joke for any of you to share, and it sickens me that you think this mission to be a chance to make merry and have your way. That you cannot contain your emotions and feelings for the sake of your people makes you more disgusting than those upon who you prey, so perhaps it will do you good to join them a while and see your place in the world."

Hissing violently before the beast had time even to dwell upon the meaning of its words, the leader of the group leapt suddenly upon him and pinned his trembling frame easily to the floor. Beneath the bulk he attempted to fight out; the first sign of thick, scaly limbs appearing as his kicking and writhing threw back the robes coating the flailing parts of his body. Though he squirmed desperately the grip of the leader was as firm and commanding as his manner and tone. Showing no mercy they stripped back his robes to reveal long, slender hands ending in thick claws. As these attempted to lash out and scratch at the robes of the leader, their weight fell upon them, pinning them down firmly by the wrists so that they could not pose no danger, before eagerly signalling for those closest to step forward and assist in the enslaving of one they had shared laugher with just moments before.

They did so with much joy; all those who stepped from the group chuckling lightly as they watched one that had sought to seize some form of control struggling and kicking out helplessly from beneath the weight of their leader. Circling hungrily around, several already held ropes and vines crefully in their hands; tools with which to silence and bind the beast that had dared incur the wrath of their beloved leader. Focusing first upon soothing his howls and cries and pleas for mercy, several grasped him firmly around the head, slipping back the hood that still coated it to reveal a thick, slimy surface; one decorated with several, dark-green fins that replaced the hair that might be seen on a furrier beast. Like the rest of its visible body this was coated in thick skin and scales, mostly of a dark, dirty green not too dissimilar to that of the foul-smelling mud-pits that littered their home. Its face was long and slender, its ears little more than small slits either side of its head. Far apart, the eyes were buried a little into the scaly face - lining the sides where a slightly thicker collection of skin marked a long descent to a sharp, almost beak-like nose.

"Yeah, you're in your place now," the leader muttered teasingly, lowering his own head towards that of the struggling beast as the group wrapped ropes and vines firmly around their snout. In their eyes those around could see their fear. Unable to talk out or plead for mercy they could only squirm uncomfortably as the rough hands of their fellows began to run themselves over their body. Free from the danger posed by the razor-sharp fangs that lined their mouth, the leader began to edge the robes of the captive up towards him; bringing forth their muscular legs, their thick, frantically flailing tail. Against the group it lashed; its desperate movements the last defence of a beast overwhelmed by the sheer bulk of its foes. Coated in short, sharp barbs designed to inject poison into the bodies of any it struck, it ripped and tore at the clothing of those that felt the fullness of its whip-like motions.

Hissing angrily as it struck up against their frames, several of the group fell upon it and wrapped their scaly hands around its bulk. A thick digit of muscle, it wriggled and fought harder than they had expected. Coated in the thin oil that the body of the beast exuded to protect itself from the grasp of another, they found that their hands slipped away as it continued to flick beneath them. Even designed, as they were, to grasp the most uncertain of surfaces, their sticky pads could not link firmly to the slimy scales beneath; and the group was forced instead to settle themselves upon its soft, fleshy underside to keep it pinned firmly to the ground.

"Yes, that will do," the soft voice of the leader spoke out once more, as their thin, slender fingers dragged the robes of the captive up and over their fleshy abdomen. By now the body beneath was almost entirely naked; only a thin piece of cloth about the waist remaining amongst the thick coating of flesh and scales. Tied roughly around the legs and over and about the base of the tail, it clothed the slight bulge protruding at the creatures front; offering a meagre amount of protection from the sting of the branches and the thistles, and the mocking glance of those that gathered hungrily around. Finding it softly with his claws the leader chuckled a little as the legs of the one beneath kicked out frantically. They were feeling the fear, the humiliation he had desired. Having seen his people whipped into playful spirits by the creature squirming between his legs, he wanted to provide them release, and the slender body beneath would prove to be a fun and exciting toy.

Edging their fingers beneath the slightly damp, oily rags that protected the sensitive parts of the captive, they gripped the fleshy underside and eased it from beneath. In the hand of the leader the sensitive object was soft, a little floppy. Unlike the rigid frame of the creature it was easy to manipulate; to squeeze softly between their fingers, to stretch a little as they strengthened their grasp. All around a ripple of laughter rung through the group, as those nearest to the slender frame ripped the thin cloth from his body, as they brought the fleshy pouch out into their sights. Beneath it a similar lump indicated the position of the testicles, securely encased in a layer of skin and a small coating of thin scales that ran down to the base of his tail; where a small incision marked the opening of the anus.

Left completely exposed to the taunts and teasing of those that fell hungrily upon his naked frame, the beast kicked out desperately with scaly legs and attempted to throw the vast weight from upon his chest. Already his fellows were gathering around; their hands gripping his feet, running towards the base of his tail. They were tickling him, tormenting him. Seeming to want to watch him squirm and fight and plead beneath them, they were working their way through those spots they knew were weakest to him. As claws dragged upwards towards his tail-hole and flicked against the base of his sensitive pouch, tongues and snouts lapped and snuffled at those parts of his body they could easiest reach. Against his scaly feet they worked - soft tongues brushing their rough, sticky surface over his pads; snouts sniffing eagerly around and between his toes. From his eyes tears dribbled to the floor ; their origin of both humiliation and laughter as his fellows so eagerly explored their captive.

"Alright, that's enough now," His leader came suddenly to his aid; halting the descent of the eager noses down towards his midriff, preventing the searching claws from edging down the front of his pouch. Speaking sternly, their gaze flicked quickly around at each of those that had been teasing their brother. Against his authority they drew back once more; fell into the rank they had been assigned at the onset of the mission. Leaving only the leader and his captive upon the ground, they watched as the commanding figure raised itself from upon its prey, as it dragged the limp, sobbing figure up from amongst the dirt. Bound around the hands and muzzle, all fight had finally seeped from his slender frame. Unable to fight out he did not resist as the firm hands wrapped around his wrists, as sharp claws dug into the thick skin beneath their scales. "The beast has suffered enough. We'll leave his fate to the mistress now, I'm sure she'll have much use for one as weak and exposed as he."