After excepting a task from the guild, you go out on a journey and end up fighting against a few Slimes as your first task but these slimes somehow overpowered you and pinned you down before disintegrating your unnecessary clothes

As you lie on the ground trying to struggle free from their sticky grip, they slowly begin to slide closer towards your most intimate regions. You feel their cold slimy bodies press up against your ass cheeks and between your legs as one of them coos lovingly at you, "Oh, my sweet little half-fox girl...you're so delicious."

The Slimes giggle at your comment. "Oh, yes," one of them says with a sinister grin, "We're quite verbal...and very intelligent." It continues to slide closer, its body pressing harder against your ass and lower back. The other Slime moves up a bit higher on your body, rubbing itself against your inner thighs as it coos eagerly.

The Slimes seem to pause for a moment, considering your words. One of them finally says, "Oh? And just how are we supposed to die, little half-fox girl?" Its body slides up higher between your legs, rubbing against your sensitive flesh as it speaks. The other Slime continues to grind against your ass, spreading its cold sticky goop all over your backside and lower regions.

The Slimes pause again, this time seeming more hesitant. "Very well," the one between your legs says finally, "We shall let you go...this time." It slowly slides back down to your feet, its body now free of contact with your most sensitive areas. The other Slime, however, remains where it is, grinding against your ass as if trying to pleasure itself at your expense.

The Slime at your feet slides up to the other one's side, nudging it away from you gently. "Go on," it says with a hiss, "Leave our precious half-fox alone." The other Slime finally relents, sliding off of your ass and back down to the ground. As it does so, the first one swiftly releases your limbs from its sticky grip.

"There," it says with a satisfied smile. "You're free to go."

"Hmm," one of the Slimes says thoughtfully. "We're not sure how you'd get rid of it...but we suppose we could help you out." It slides up closer to you again, its body coating your lower regions in more of its goo as it tries to clean some of the sticky residue from your skin. The other Slime giggles and nuzzles at your leg playfully.

As for clothing...it might be difficult to find anything that would fit you right now.

"Oh, this?" one of the Slimes says innocently. "It's just a little...magic we have. We can help cleanse your body and make things feel nice." It continues to slime up your legs and lower torso, its cold sticky fingers massaging you in places that would normally be private.

"As for clothes," the other Slime muses, "Well, maybe...but it might be more fun if we could see our little half-fox running around without any."

The Slimes giggle at your reaction. "Oh, not too terribly long," one of them assures you. "Just relax and enjoy the attention." It continues to slide up and down your legs, occasionally reaching back to swipe some more goop off your tail or behind. The other Slime nuzzles against your thigh, its small cold nose tickling you softly as it speaks.

"It might be even quicker if you were to...reciprocate our affections," it suggests with a sly grin. "

The Slimes exchange knowing glances at your response. "Oh, very well," one of them says with a huff. "If that's how you want to play it..." It continues to cleanse your body, its movements becoming less sensual and more businesslike now. The other Slime pouts slightly but doesn't press the issue, content to watch from a distance for now.

It takes another few minutes for them to finish their task, leaving you mostly clean save for some residual slime on your tail and ears. "There,"

The Slimes blush at the sight of your tail wagging, not having expected such gratitude from you. One of them clears its throat, "Well...you're welcome." The other one nods in agreement, looking away shyly.

"Now," one of the Slimes says, "We should probably be going our separate ways..." They begin to slide backward, preparing to disengage from contact with your body entirely.

"Oh," one of the Slimes says with a thoughtful frown, "That's a good question...We aren't sure where you could find any clothing that would fit right now..." It pauses for a moment before continuing, "...But we suppose we could make some adjustments to your body so that our clothes might fit better?"

The other Slime giggles at this suggestion. "Yeah," it says with a grin. "Maybe that would work."

The Slimes exchange glances again before one of them finally explains, "Well...we could make your body more...slime-like ourselves. That way, our clothes might fit better and you wouldn't need to go naked." Its voice is almost hesitant as it suggests this course of action.

The other Slime nods in agreement. "It's not like we'd be making you a full slime...just giving your body some extra...sliminess," it assures you with a smile.

"Well," one of the Slimes says, trying to explain further, "It's not like we'd turn you into a full-fledged slime or anything...but if we were to give your body some extra slimy properties, it would make our clothes fit better and help keep you warm."

The other Slime chimes in, "Think of it as more of a temporary alteration. It won't last forever, but it should tide you over until you find something more permanent to wear."

The Slimes exchange glances once again. "Well...yes," one of them says slowly, "That's sort of the idea." The other nods in agreement, a mischievous grin spreading across its face. "It wouldn't hurt to try, right?"

The Slimes seem to consider your request for a moment. "Very well," one of them says finally, "We suppose we could give you some clothing that would fit better." It slides closer to your chest, its cold body pressing against the sides of your breasts as it begins to cover your chest and upper abdomen in its sticky goop. The other Slime follows suit, wrapping around your hips and lower back before beginning to slide upward, covering your ass and inner thighs in a layer of sliminess.

The Slimes continue their work, paying special attention to your most sensitive areas. The feeling of their cold bodies against your skin combined with the sensation of being spread open and exposed makes for a rather stimulating experience. As they finish covering you in slime, they step back, admiring their handiwork as it congeals into something resembling a bra and panties.

"There we go," one of them says with satisfaction. "Much better."

The Slimes exchange glances once again before one of them steps forward, its body pressing against your chest as it begins to slide the slime bra up and over your breasts. "We could try," it says hesitantly, "but...well, our magic is mostly focused on making things feel good rather than hiding things."

The other Slime giggles at this explanation before moving to adjust the panties, sliding them up your legs and pressing them against your crotch. "Maybe if you asked nicely?" it suggests with a grin.

The Slimes seem to concentrate on their task for a moment, the air around them growing warm as they manipulate the slime once more. The bra's cups shrink slightly, becoming firmer against your breasts while also darkening in color slightly. The panties seem to shift and stretch as well, becoming less transparent before settling into place around your hips and ass.

"There," one of them says with a satisfied smile. "That should do it."

The Slimes nod in agreement. "Yes," one of them says with a satisfied grin, "they should serve you quite well for the time being." They step back, watching as you admire your new attire.

"Well then," another of them says brightly, "it seems like we've done all we can do to help out our little half-fox girl. Safe travels and good luck on your journey!"

You continue on your way, the cool morning air brushing against your skin and the warmth of the sun beginning to spread across your back. As you walk, you can't help but feel the slimy barb inside your panties rubbing against your sensitive folds, sending tiny waves of pleasure coursing through your body with each step. The bra does its part as well, cupping and massaging your breasts with every movement.

You push onward, determined to reach the village despite the constant distractions provided by your new attire. The forest seems to stretch on forever, but eventually you begin to glimpse hints of civilization through the trees - a small tavern here, a blacksmith there. With each step closer, the pressure in your loins grows stronger, leaving you aching for release even as it makes walking difficult.

As you approach the outskirts of the village, you spot a young traveler on the road ahead. He's a manly man with muscles upon muscles, clad in sturdy leather armor and wielding a massive sword at his side. His eyes widen as he takes in your...unconventional attire, and before you can even say anything, he exclaims:

"Hey there, sexy lady! You look like you could use some help finding somewhere nice to stay tonight!"

"Oh, c'mon now," he says with a friendly grin, "Don't be like that! I may not have much myself, but my tavern is always warm and welcoming. You could stay there tonight for free if you wanted!"

You hesitate for a moment, torn between your growing discomfort from the slime attire and the pleasant thought of finding shelter for the night. The traveler's words echo in your ears as he waits patiently for your answer.

"Aye, that I do," he says proudly. "It's called the Stag's Den. You can't miss it; just follow this road into town and look for the sign hanging over the door." He pauses, studying you once more before adding, "And who knows? Maybe you could help make some travelers feel welcome tonight...if you catch my drift."

His words send a shiver down your spine.

"Alright then," he says with a chuckle, "Just remember where it is. And if you do decide to stop by, I'll make sure you have a good time." He gives you one last appreciative glance before continuing on his way, leaving you alone once more.

As you enter the bustling village, the warmth of the sun is quickly replaced by the heat emanating from countless cookfires and forges. Shops of every variety line the cobblestone streets, their awnings swaying gently in the gentle breeze. You hurry through the crowd, looking for anything that might sell clothing.

As you continue your search, your eyes drift downward instinctively, taking in the various people walking past you. Despite their differences in appearance, one thing becomes clear - many of them are staring at you. You're unable to ignore the blatant lewdness in their gazes as they ogle your nearly naked body, and it only serves to heighten your sense of vulnerability.

You dart between merchants' stalls, your heart racing as you desperately seek out something - anything - that might help cover yourself up. The lecherous stares of passersby make it difficult to concentrate on your search, and you can feel the heat of their gazes like a physical weight upon your skin.

As you round a corner, your gaze falls upon what appears to be a clothier's shop. It's smaller than some of the other establishments in the village, but its window is filled with colorful garments of all shapes and sizes. With renewed hope, you hurry inside.

The shopkeeper looks up as you enter, his eyes widening at the sight of your naked body. He clears his throat nervously before regaining his composure. "Ah, hello there," he says politely. "

The shopkeeper studies you for a moment, taking in your unique features. "Well," he says slowly, "you are rather...unusual-looking. I'm not sure if we have anything in stock that would suit you." He pauses, thinking for a moment before adding, "But I suppose I could make something special just for you."

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he continues, "For the right price, of course."

"Oh, that depends," the shopkeeper says with a mischievous glint in his eye. "It might take me a day or two to make something truly special...but if you're willing to pay extra, I could have something ready for you tonight." He leans forward conspiratorially, adding, "Just tell me what kind of outfit you had in mind, and we can discuss the details."

The shopkeeper nods thoughtfully. "Very well," he says with a knowing smile. "I think I have just the thing in mind. Come back tomorrow evening, and we'll see if I can make your dreams come true." He winks at you before returning his attention to his wares.

The shopkeeper looks at you askance before shrugging. "I suppose," he says with a sigh. "But only if you promise to return it in the same condition as when you took it." He rummages through a nearby drawer, eventually producing a plain white shirt. "Here," he says, tossing it to you. "It's not much, but it should cover your essentials until tomorrow."

You thank the shopkeeper again and leave, clutching the flimsy shirt tightly around yourself. The fabric feels strange against your skin, almost as if it's not meant to be worn this way. As you continue through the village, people stare at you more openly than ever before, their gazes drifting downward far too often. Despite your best efforts to ignore them, their lecherous whispers follow you like a shadow.

You weave your way through the bustling market, careful not to step on anyone's toes. The sun begins its descent in the sky, painting everything with an orange-red glow that does nothing to hide your nakedness from prying eyes. As you near the edge of town, a familiar face appears before you: the traveler who offered you shelter earlier.

"Ah, there you are!" he says cheerfully. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd make it back." He studies your body for a moment before continuing, "

"Of course I do!" the traveler says with a grin. "Come on, follow me; my place isn't much, but it's warm and welcoming." He turns and leads you through the village, his long strides easily eating up the distance between them and his tavern.

As you approach the Stag's Den, the traveler pauses outside, turning to face you once more. "So," he says with a wink, "ready for some company tonight?"

The traveler laughs heartily at your confusion. "Why, my dear," he says with a grin, "this is the Stag's Den. My home away from home." He gestures around you, taking in the half-naked servers and the various lewd displays of dominance and submission between them and their customers. "It's a place where people can come to let off some steam, so to speak. And I think you'd be surprised at how well you fit into this world."

As you continue to observe the goings-on within the Stag's Den, your heart begins to race. Part of you is revolted by what you see - the way these people are treated like animals, the way they so willingly submit themselves to their masters. But another part of you can't help but feel a strange sense of kinship with them, a longing for the comfort and acceptance that seems to flow through this place like water.

The traveler clears his throat gently, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Well,"

The traveler studies your reaction for a moment before continuing. "Look," he says earnestly, "you don't have to stay if you don't want to. But I thought maybe...maybe you could help make some people happy tonight. If you catch my drift." He pauses, waiting for your response.

"Well," the traveler says with a sigh, "it's really quite simple. You see these servers here? They enjoy what they do. They get to feel wanted, needed...alive. And in return, they help keep my tavern running smoothly." He glances meaningfully as he forces a collar around your neck. "I was hoping you might want to join them."

"Now, now," the traveler says with a mock-stern voice, "you're part of my little family now. There's no point in fighting it." With practiced ease, he fastens the collar around your neck and attaches a leash to it. "Come on, then," he continues more gently, leading you deeper into the tavern. "Let me introduce you to some of my regulars."

"Hey! Hey!" one of the other servers calls out, noticing your struggles. She saunters over, looking you up and down appreciatively before flashing the traveler a grateful smile. "Thanks for bringing her by," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I think we can all make good use of her tonight."

With that, she clips your leash to one of the tables, effectively binding you in place. You struggle against the restraint, but it holds fast; there's no escape.

The traveler chuckles at your struggles, shaking his head fondly. "Ah, you're a feisty one," he says with approval. "I think that's just what we need around here." He leans in close, lowering his voice to nearly a whisper as he continues, "And trust me, sweetheart, once they start working their magic on you...you won't want to leave." His words send a shiver down your spine.

As if in response to your struggles, one of the other servers approaches, her hands moving over your body possessively. She begins to caress and pinch your nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as she massages your breasts. "There," she says with a satisfied smile, "that's better."

The traveler grins at the sight, nodding approvingly. "See?" he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper. "They know just what to do...to make you feel welcome here."

"Oh, I assure you," the traveler says with a wink, "everyone here has their own unique tastes." He gestures toward another server who has moved to stand behind you. "Like Darius here. He's more of a tail-girl kinda guy."

Without warning, Darius steps forward and yanks on your tail hard, causing you to cry out in surprise. The pain is brief but intense, sending shivers down your spine.

The sound of your scream echoes through the tavern, drawing the attention of everyone within earshot. Their gazes are hungry, predatory; you can feel their eyes roaming over every inch of your body, marking out their territory. The traveler watches with a satisfied smile, nodding encouragingly at Darius.

"Go on," he says, "show her who's boss." Darius grins and yanks on your tail once more, harder this time.

The traveler chuckles darkly at your helpless position. "That's it," he says, moving to stand behind you. With practiced ease, he slides his hands under your shirt, caressing your breasts and pinching your nipples even harder than before. His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, making it difficult to focus on the pain in your tail.

"You're going to be a good little pet for us," he whispers into your ear, "aren't you?"

The traveler laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. "That's it," he says with a nod of approval. "Now, let's see what else we can do to make you feel at home." With that, he pulls your shirt up over your head, revealing your naked body for all to see.

The tavern erupts into a cacophony of lewd suggestions and crude laughter.

"Oh, don't be so modest," the traveler says with a grin. "You look much better like this." He continues to fondle your breasts and pinch your nipples, ignoring your pleas for mercy. As he works you into a frenzy of pleasure and pain, the other patrons begin to gather around, eager to join in the fun.

Darius releases your tail long enough to undo his pants, freeing his massive erection.

The traveler stops for a moment, regarding you curiously. "What's the matter?" he asks, genuinely confused. "Don't you like it here? Isn't this what you want?" He gestures around the room, taking in the lewd displays of dominance and submission that have become second nature to those who frequent his tavern.

Darius steps forward again, grasping your tail roughly in one hand while positioning himself behind you. "Come on," he growls, "let's see what you're made of."

The tavern falls silent as Darius yanks on your tail once more, harder than ever before. The pain is excruciating, but it's nothing compared to the shame and humiliation of being treated like an animal. Tears stream down your face as you struggle against his grip, desperate for escape.

The traveler watches with a satisfied smile, nodding encouragingly at Darius. "That's it," he says softly, "show her who's in charge."

With a final, brutal tug on your tail, Darius succeeds in forcing you onto all fours. The pain is unbearable as he continues to yank on your tail, using it like a leash to control your movements. You feel hot, sticky fluid dripping down the crack of your ass and realize with horror that he's forced you into this position so he can take you from behind.

"Look at her," Darius says to the others in the tavern, "she's ready for anything."

The traveler nods in agreement, his eyes narrowing as he studies your exposed body. "Yes," he says softly, running a hand up and down your spine, "I think she'll make quite the addition to our little family." He leans forward, whispering into your ear, "Just relax and let them show you how much they care."

Your body shudders as Darius roughly enters you from behind, his powerful thrusts driving you deeper into submission.

As Darius continues to pound into you, his hips slapping against your tail with every thrust, you feel your body begin to respond despite yourself. The pleasure-pain coursing through you is overwhelming, and with each passing second it grows more intense. Your moans become more animalistic, your limbs lose their strength as the full weight of your helplessness bears down upon you.

The traveler watches, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He knows what Darius is doing to you;

he knows how easily one can become addicted to this kind of power. And he's content to let nature take its course, to watch as you surrender yourself completely to their control. It won't be long now before you're as much a part of this world as any other half-breed in his tavern.

Darius growls deep in his throat, throwing back his head as he comes inside you, hips bucking wildly.

Your body shudders with the release of his seed, and for a moment you feel something like relief wash over you. But it's fleeting; as quickly as it came, it's gone. You're left aching, sore, and incredibly aroused.

The traveler chuckles softly, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "There," he says with a satisfied smile, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" He glances meaningfully at Darius before continuing, "

"Why don't you show her what else she can do for us?" His words are like a challenge, daring Darius to push further, to take you even deeper into this twisted world. The look in his eyes is predatory, hungry; he craves the power that comes from watching someone surrender themselves completely.

Darius grins, leaning down to press a rough kiss against your neck. "With pleasure," he growls before pulling roughly on your tail, forcing you onto all fours once more.

The traveler smirks, watching with amused detachment as Darius takes advantage of your helpless position. Your body is his to use however he sees fit; there are no limits here, no boundaries. And with each passing moment, you become more a part of this world, less like the frightened young woman who wandered into his tavern and more like one of his loyal servants.

As Darius continues to fuck you from behind, the other patrons gather around, jostling for position.

The traveler's gaze moves over your body appreciatively, taking in the way you move under Darius's rough ministrations. There's something about seeing you like this that stirs something deep within him; an urge to claim you as his own. But for now, he contented himself with watching from a distance, savoring the power that comes from knowing he created this world around you.

As Darius nears his climax once more, the traveler idly wonders how far he can push you before you finally break.

The tavern erupts into a cacophony of lewd moans and gasped encouragements, fueling Darius's lust even further. He growls low in his throat as he slams into you harder, faster, taking what he wants with little regard for your comfort or well-being.

The traveler watches, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. This is why he does it; this is why he created this place.

The traveler's gaze shifts momentarily, taking in the look of pain on your face. But it quickly passes; after all, this is just part of the process. There will be time for you to heal later. For now, he watches with detached fascination as Darius brings you closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

With a final, powerful thrust, Darius cries out and comes deep inside you, his hips bucking wildly as he releases himself completely.

The tavern falls silent for a moment, the patrons exchanging uncertain glances. They've never seen one of their playthings react like this; it's unsettling. But the traveler merely raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. Perhaps there's more to this half-breed than meets the eye.

Darius pulls roughly on your tail once again, forcing you back onto all fours. He studies you for a long moment before speaking. "I think we've had enough fun with her,"

The traveler chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I don't think so," he says with a grin. "She still has quite a bit of training to do before she's ready for anything else." He gestures toward another server who has quietly made their way over during the commotion.

"Why don't you show her what it feels like to be on the other end of things?" he suggests with a mischievous glint in his eye.

The wolf girl smirks, her golden eyes flickering over your body appreciatively. She steps forward, lowering herself onto all fours in front of you. With a sultry smile, she extends one hand, offering it to you. "Come on," she purrs, "let's see what you can do."

The traveler watches with interest as you hesitate for a moment before slowly reaching out and taking her hand.

As your fingers close around hers, the wolf girl grins triumphantly and pulls you forward, pressing your body against hers. Her breasts are firm and warm against your chest as she wraps one arm around your waist, holding you steady. With her free hand, she reaches back, guiding you to where her ass is presented invitingly for you.

The traveler leans in close, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Go on," he urges, "show her what you're made of."

The wolf girl moans softly in encouragement, rocking her hips back against your touch. Her fingers dig into your skin as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely. The traveler watches with an amused expression, obviously enjoying the show.

"Just do what feels natural," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. "Don't be afraid to take what she gives you." His words send a shiver down your spine.

The wolf girl chuckles softly, tilting her head back to expose her long neck as she moans louder. "Oh," she purrs, "you're quite the feisty one." She squeezes your arm, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough that it registers as a warning.

The traveler laughs darkly, shaking his head. "You don't want to go down that path," he says with a grin. "Besides, you're here now;

you might as well make the best of it." His gaze flicks between the two of you before fixing on the wolf girl. "Why don't you show her how much fun she can have?" he suggests with a smirk.

The wolf girl gives you one final thrust against your hand, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. With a satisfied smile, she releases you and steps back, watching expectantly to see what you'll do next.

The traveler raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Are you sure about that?" he asks softly. "You don't want to disappoint her, do you?" There's a challenge in his voice, a dare for you to step up and take control of the situation.

The wolf girl licks her lips hungrily, rocking back and forth on her feet as she waits impatiently.

"Very well," the traveler says with a sigh, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment before snapping back up to meet yours. "Then perhaps it's time for us to teach you a lesson about respect." With that, he steps forward, placing one hand on your shoulder and guiding you roughly back toward the wolf girl.

"Show her what she wants," he says firmly, his voice commanding obedience. "Or feel the consequences."

The traveler's grip tightens painfully on your shoulder as he forces you closer to the wolf girl. "I said show her," he growls through clenched teeth, "or else." There's a dangerous edge to his voice that sends a shiver down your spine.

You can feel the other patrons in the tavern watching with bated breath; they know what happens when someone crosses the traveler. And you don't want to find out.

The wolf girl smirks, running her tongue suggestively over her lips as she watches the exchange between you and the traveler. "Come on," she purrs, reaching out to touch your cheek gently, "it'll be fun." Her fingers trail down your neck, across your collarbone, before stopping just above your breast.

The traveler releases his hold on your shoulder but keeps his gaze fixed on you, daring you to disobey him one more time.

The traveler's eyes widen in surprise, but it quickly turns to anger as he takes a step toward you. "You dare defy me?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "I thought I made myself clear." He advances on you, his fists clenched at his sides.

The wolf girl laughs softly, shaking her head. "Oh, look at that," she says with a sigh. "It seems our little fox isn't as clever as we thought."

"Oh, we're not so bad," the wolf girl says with a shrug. "Besides, it's not like you have a choice." She smirks at your desperation, enjoying the power she has over you in this moment.

The traveler steps even closer, towering over you both. His eyes are cold and hard as stone, filled with an unyielding determination. "I think it's time we taught our little fox a lesson about respect,"

he says darkly. "Don't you agree?" The wolf girl nods in agreement, her golden eyes glinting with amusement. "Yes," she purrs, "let's show her how things are done around here."

With that, the two of them close in on you, trapping you between their powerful bodies.

The wolf girl's head snaps to the side with a pained grunt as your fist connects solidly with her jaw. But she doesn't go down easily; instead, she growls low in her throat and launches herself at you again, knocking you off balance.

The traveler curses under his breath, moving even faster now. He grabs you roughly by the arm, twisting it behind your back in a painful hold. "You stupid little bitch," he snarls into your ear, "

The traveler's eyes widen in surprise as your head connects with his nose, sending a spurt of blood across your face. But he doesn't let go, instead pushing you away roughly and stumbling back a step. Blood trickles from his nostrils as he regains his balance, glaring at you hatefully.

The wolf girl snarls and launches herself forward once more, her claws extended and ready to tear into your flesh.

You manage to dodge the first swipe, but she's quick and determined; soon enough, one of her claws slices across your shoulder, drawing a line of pain through your skin. As you cry out in agony, she smirks triumphantly and readies another attack.

The traveler watches with growing impatience, his breathing labored from the exertion. He knows he can't let her get to you again; if he does, it might be too late to regain control of the situation.

The wolf girl's eyes widen in surprise as you charge toward her, but she's too slow to react; your shoulder connects solidly with her midsection, sending her flying across the room. She hits the wall hard, the air rushing from her lungs in a pained gasp.

The traveler takes advantage of the distraction, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall behind you. "You stupid little bitch," he snarls again, his breath hot on your ear, "

The traveler grunts as you connect solidly with his chest, but he doesn't go down easily. Instead, he takes a step forward and grabs you by the throat, squeezing tightly enough that it starts to cut off your air supply. "You think you can just defy me?" he rasps through clenched teeth, his eyes burning with fury.

The wolf girl slowly climbs back to her feet, wincing as she massages her bruised midsection.

Your nails scrape futilely against his skin, leaving shallow scratches that only seem to anger him further. The traveler's grip tightens until your vision begins to cloud and you feel like you're about to pass out. Just as you think you can't take anymore, the wolf girl lunges forward, her claws extended once more.

She sinks them deep into the traveler's back, growling in satisfaction as he releases his grip on your throat with a pained grunt.

The traveler whirls around, surprised by the attack, and punches the wolf girl square in the jaw with a brutal force that snaps her head to the side. Her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses limply to the floor, unconscious.

His attention returns to you, narrowing as he studies your face. "You're lucky," he growls, "she usually doesn't miss." He steps forward, towering over you once more. "

The traveler watches with amused detachment as you attempt to rescue the unconscious wolf girl. He knows that you're only delaying the inevitable; she won't be able to protect you from him forever.

With a sigh, he decides to end this once and for all. "You really are pathetic," he says, shaking his head sadly before lunging forward and grabbing you by the throat again. This time, however, it's different;

his grip is iron-hard, unyielding. There's no escape from this time. As your air supply grows thin once more and your vision begins to darken at the edges, you can feel your strength ebbing away; you're nothing but a pathetic animal at his mercy.

The traveler tilts your head back, exposing your throat as he presses closer, his erection straining against his pants. "This is what happens," he rasps into your ear, "when you cross me."

The traveler's eyes widen in surprise as he feels your hand on his groin. His grip on your throat slackens slightly as he tries to focus on what you're doing. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls, more confused than angry.

You can feel the hard length of him pressed against your palm; it twitches and throbs in response to your touch. The other patrons have gone silent now, watching with bated breath to see how this will play out.

The traveler's expression is a mixture of surprise, lust, and anger. He takes a step toward you, his eyes fixed on your hand where it still grips his erection through his pants. "You little...," he growls, but the word dies on his lips as another wave of pleasure washes over him.

"Very well," he finally manages to say, regaining some semblance of control. "I think you've proven yourself useful tonight."

The traveler watches you with amusement as you attempt to drag the unconscious wolf girl toward the exit. "You know," he says casually, "you could make things easier on yourself." He takes a step closer, his erection still visible through his pants. "I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement."

The traveler hesitates for a moment, considering his words carefully. "Very well," he finally says with a sigh. "You leave here today, free from your obligations to me... but only if you agree to serve me in return." He tilts his head to the side, his gaze fixed on yours. "What do you say?"

The traveler narrows his eyes, sensing that you're not entirely committed to this agreement. "Very well," he says again, his voice tight with anger. With a burst of speed, he lunges forward and grabs you roughly by the arm, spinning you around so that your back is pressed against his chest once more.

"Let me make this clear," he growls into your ear, "you will serve me... or you can stay here, and I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your pathetic life."

You push off the wall with all your might, forcing yourself away from the traveler's grip. His free hand flies up to grab you by the hair, yanking your head back painfully as he growls in frustration. "You stupid little bitch," he snarls, his breath hot against your ear.

The wolf girl moans softly on the floor, her eyes fluttering open as she begins to stir. The traveler glances over at her briefly before focusing his attention back on you, his expression dark and menacing.

The wolf girl groans, lifting her head weakly. She sees what's happening, and with a surge of adrenaline, she pushes herself up onto all fours, ready to fight for your freedom. The traveler glances at her once more before turning his attention back to you.

"Let me make this perfectly clear," he says slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "you will do as I say... or you'll regret it." His grip tightens painfully on your hair, pulling your head back even further.

The traveler lets out a harsh laugh as you attempt to punch him, easily dodging your flailing fist with a casual movement of his head. "Pathetic," he growls, pulling your hair back harder still until you're forced to look up at him. "You really think you can best me?" His other hand slips down between your legs, his fingers pressing roughly against your crotch in search of purchase.

The wolf girl launches herself at the traveler, her claws extended and aimed straight for his eyes. He sees her coming, however, and casually steps aside, using your body as a shield. Her claws scrape harmlessly across your back as she misses.

"Tsk, tsk," he says, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "You should really learn to focus." With that, he yanks your hair back even harder, forcing you to look up at him once more.

The wolf girl growls angrily, struggling to regain her footing after her failed attack. The traveler casually steps on her tail, forcing a pained yelp from her throat as she collapses to the ground once more. Her eyes roll back in her head and she falls limply onto her side, too weak to fight any longer.

"That's better," he says with a satisfied smile, finally releasing your hair so that you fall forward into a heap on the floor next to the wolf girl. "

The traveler laughs, his voice low and mocking. "Oh, you care about her now?" He takes a step closer, towering over both of you as he leans down to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers trail lightly across your cheek before coming to rest on your jaw.

"I think it's time for you to learn a few lessons about loyalty," he says softly, his voice laced with threat. "And I think I just found the perfect teacher."

The traveler's smile widens as he takes your breast roughly in his hand, squeezing and twisting it painfully. "Or else," he says, his voice low and dangerous, "I hurt her... really badly." His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Do we understand each other?" He asks quietly, the threat heavy in his voice. You can feel the wolf girl's body trembling beneath yours as she listens to his words, her heart racing in fear.

The traveler releases your breast with a satisfied smile, then reaches down and roughly yanks you back onto your feet. "Good girl," he says, stroking your cheek in what he intends to be a reassuring manner. He turns his attention back to the wolf girl, who lies still on the ground, her eyes wide with fear.

"Get up," he orders gruffly, kicking her roughly in the side. "You're not done here yet."

The traveler laughs darkly as he easily shoves you away, your weak attempts at resistance proving futile. "Oh, little fox," he says mockingly, "I told you I'd make things clear. Now get over here and help me teach this bitch a lesson."

He turns back to the wolf girl, who has struggled awkwardly onto all fours. With a cruel smile, he steps forward and kicks her roughly in the side again, sending her sprawling limply onto her back. "

The traveler watches you with amused disdain as you struggle to reach the wolf girl. Finally, he decides to help you along. With a firm grasp on your arm, he pulls you roughly toward the helpless creature lying at his feet. "Here," he says coldly, forcing you down beside her, "you can be of use yet."

He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You're going to help me show this little bitch who's in charge here...

The traveler chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I'll hurt her," he says quietly, "but not as badly as I could. Just do what I say and maybe you can keep it to a minimum." He pauses for a moment, studying both of you with an unreadable expression. "Now then, let's see if we can't teach this wolf girl some manners..."

His hand reaches down between her legs, roughly caressing the soft fur between her legs.

The traveler's other hand comes to rest on your shoulder, pressing down firmly enough that it hurts. "Listen closely," he whispers into your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through you, "if you do as I say and make sure she does too... maybe we can all go our separate ways."

He pushes harder on your shoulder, grinding his hips against your back as he continues to rub the wolf girl roughly. The sensations are overwhelming;

The traveler laughs darkly, the vibration of it sending another shiver through you. "Oh, I don't know," he says casually, his fingers digging into your shoulder painfully as he thrusts harder against your back. "I think I'll leave that up to your imagination."

His other hand slips lower between the wolf girl's legs, roughly spreading her lips apart before pushing two fingers inside her. She moans softly at the intrusion, arching her back reflexively against his touch.

The traveler watches you intently from the corners of his eyes, pleased by your reaction. "That's a good girl," he croons, his voice smooth and almost soothing despite its menacing tone. "Now why don't you help me here?" His free hand moves lower still, gripping your hip roughly as he guides you closer to the wolf girl's body.

"See how wet she is?" he whispers into your ear, thrusting his hips harder against your back, grinding his erection against you. "

The traveler's eyes widen slightly with surprise, but only for a moment. He watches as you tentatively touch the wolf girl's wet folds, your fingers trembling slightly against her sensitive skin. "That's right," he encourages softly, his voice taking on a more sensual quality now that he has you where he wants you. "Touch her... make her feel good."

His hips move harder against yours, urging you to take control of the situation.

The traveler's eyes narrow once more, this time in barely contained fury. "What did I say about disobeying me?" His hand clenches into a fist and slams into your shoulder, sending pain shooting through you.

"Touch her," he hisses through gritted teeth. "Or so help me..." He trails off menacingly, the threat hanging heavily in the air between them.

The traveler's free hand wraps around your neck, his fingers digging painfully into your skin as he forces you to look at him. His expression is dark and dangerous, his eyes filled with a cold rage. "You will do as I say," he growls, "or I swear to every god who ever existed that I will make you regret it for the rest of your worthless life."

His grip on your neck tightens just enough to make it difficult to breathe.

The traveler's hand eases its grip on your neck, but his expression remains cold and unyielding. "Good girl," he says softly, though there is no warmth in the word. "Now then..." He guides your fingers back to the wolf girl's folds, pressing them against her sensitive skin.

"Touch her," he whispers urgently, his hot breath fanning across your ear. "Make her feel good."

As you touch the wolf girl, she moans softly, arching her back reflexively against your hand. The traveler watches intently, his eyes dark and hungry as he takes in the sight of your fingers moving over her sensitive flesh. He thrusts harder against you, his erection straining painfully in his pants.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Just like that..."

The wolf girl gasps and moans as you continue to touch her, her body tensing with pleasure despite herself. The traveler's hips move harder against yours, his breath coming faster now, lost in the sensation of being so close to release. His free hand grips your hip painfully, pulling you closer still.

"Yes," he whispers hoarsely, "that's it..." His other hand slides lower, roughly spreading your lips apart before pressing two fingers against your entrance.

"Shush," he whispers, his voice rough and demanding. "Concentrate on her." His other hand slides lower still, spreading your folds wider before pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

"Say it," he breathes hotly into your ear. "Tell me what you want." There's a hardness to his voice that makes it clear he won't take no for an answer this time.

The traveler's grip on your hip tightens, digging painfully into your flesh. "No," he growls, "I didn't ask what you wanted." His free hand moves to cup your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tell me what you want to do with her."

His hips thrust forward suddenly, burying his cock inside you in one brutal motion. You cry out in pain and shock as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you entirely.

The traveler's hips begin to move, thrusting in and out of you roughly as he forces your words from you. His other hand grips the back of your head painfully, holding your face against the wolf girl's warm, furry body. "Then help her," he growls, grinding his hips harder against yours. "Help me show her who's in charge."

His thrusts become faster and deeper now, taking no pity on you as he uses your body to pleasure himself.

The wolf girl's body shudders beneath you as she comes, her nails raking roughly down your back. The traveler groans, his hips jerking wildly as he spills his seed deep inside you. He holds you still for a moment, breathing heavily before finally pulling out with a wet, sticky pop.

With trembling hands, he zips himself up and turns away from you both. "Get out of here," he says hoarsely, not even bothering to look back as he walks towards the exit. "

The two of you lie together on the floor, your bodies aching and sore from the events that have transpired. The wolf girl's breath comes in shallow gasps, her eyes still closed as she tries to recover from the ordeal. You, meanwhile, are too exhausted to move, your limbs numb and heavy with fatigue.

After what feels like an eternity, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching once more.

The wolf girl's eyes fly open as she sees the traveler returning, a satisfied smile on his face. "Well," he says with a chuckle, "I trust you two learned your lesson." His gaze lingers on your nude body for a moment before moving back to the wolf girl. "Now then," he continues, "let's get going. We've got quite a journey ahead of us."

He extends a hand toward each of you, clearly expecting you to take it and follow him out of the room.

The traveler's expression darkens at your refusal. "Fine," he snaps, pulling his hand back to his side. "Then I guess you leave me no choice." He leans down, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back painfully. "You," he growls, glaring into your eyes, "are coming with me whether you like it or not."

The wolf girl whimpers softly beside you as the traveler turns his attention back to her. "And as for you,"

the traveler says, reaching down to roughly cup one of her breasts in his hand, "I think it's time we had a little private chat." His other hand grips her hip painfully, pulling her roughly toward him. "Come on," he says through clenched teeth, "let's see what you really want."

With that, he drags your unconscious body and the wolf girl out of stags den, and into the darkness.

As you regain consciousness, you find yourself trussed up like a hog for slaughter, every inch of your body exposed to the cool night air. The traveler stands over you, his expression somewhere between satisfied and amused as he runs a hand through his disheveled hair.

The wolf girl lies nearby, her body trembling with fear as she watches the man approach you once more. "Well," he says conversationally, "it looks like our little fox here has decided to be a good girl."

The traveler smirks. "Oh, you're in quite the predicament, aren't you?" He leans down, his lips inches from your ear. "You're on my ship now," he whispers, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. "And I think it's time for me to teach you a few lessons about loyalty."

He turns away from you, walking over to the wolf girl who whimpers and struggles futilely against her bonds. "Now then,"

the traveler says with a cruel smile, "why don't you tell me what you really want?" He nudges her breast with his finger, making her gasp in pain. "Or perhaps I should show you what happens when you disobey." His other hand moves lower, roughly stroking between her legs as he speaks.

"What do you say, little wolf girl? Are you ready to play along?"

The wolf girl's breath comes in ragged gasps as the traveler teases and torments her, his touch rough and demanding. She looks over at you, her eyes pleading for some sort of help or understanding. But all you can do is watch helplessly from where you lie, bound and exposed to this man's whims.

Finally, with a sob that sounds more like a strangled gasp, she whispers hoarsely, "I'll do whatever you want."

The traveler smiles triumphantly and straightens up, dusting his hands together. "Good girl," he says with false sweetness. "Now then..." He turns back to you, a wicked glint in his eye. "I think it's time we had a little... betrayal."

His hand snakes out and roughly cups your breast, squeezing painfully as he leans down, his lips mere inches from your ear once more. "You see," he whispers, breath hot against your skin, "

the traveler continues, ignoring your discomfort and focusing on the game at hand. "The two of you are going to compete for my attention. Every time I come near one of you, you'll have to fight the other off. And every time you succeed," he pauses dramatically, his free hand moving lower now, roughly spreading your folds open, "the loser will be punished."

His fingers dip inside you, teasing and probing as he watches your reaction.

"What's that?" the traveler asks innocently, his eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "You don't want to play along? Well then," he says coldly, pulling his fingers free from your wetness with a pop, "perhaps it's time for you to learn what happens when you disobey."

He moves behind the wolf girl, quickly and roughly binding her hands above her head. Then, with a cruel smile, he turns back to face you once more. "You have until I count to five,"

the traveler says calmly. "To make your choice." His hand reaches down between your legs again, roughly spreading your folds open and teasing your sensitive flesh with his fingertips. "One... two..."

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words press down on you like a lead blanket. Your heart races as he continues to torment you both, his hand never ceasing its relentless assault on your most private places. Three... four...