Picking this story back up after a long break! If I manage to get it done during this stint writing fantasy stuff it’s slot in my story rotation will get filled with another unfinished She Was Too Low Level story! You can read the new entry below the break or, which seems likely, you need a refresher and want to read it in its current entirety you can find it HERE.
Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is a little longer than average at just north of 6,000 words. It contains magical hypnosis penis in vagina sex, with allusions/threats of fertility/impregnation but no actual conception. Abstractly a lot of the heat is centered on the main character embracing her life as a sex slave and helping other women become one as well.
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Once more Thalris found herself unsure how much time had passed. How long had it been since she’d been given the job of keeping clean the captive and broken Adventurers that had become the groups cum toilets? Certainly more than days. Weeks? At least. Months? It was possible. However much time had passed it had been enough for her life as a piece of living merchandise to change drastically.
Her training continued as she was further refined for sale at the auction, but sometimes she wondered if the training was still needed. She seemed more than skilled enough and sometimes wondered if “training” her was just an excuse for the slavers, especially Strood, to have as much fun with her as they could before they had to sell her.
She was still set to cleaning the cum toilets, especially when in the slaver’s temporary hideout each night while they were busy training newer slaves. But more and more she found herself being given jobs that ALMOST felt like something a person, and not living merchandise, would be given. There were times where she lived the illusion she was the woman she once was, free and with agency. Sometimes she even felt like she was one of the slavers, not one of their victims.
Part of her, the part that was well trained and understood she had always been destined to be living merchandise, was deeply unsettled by these times she was given the illusion of agency being put to work like she was a person. But that part of herself was easily put at ease. Thalris explained to it that she wasn’t REALLY a person, she was just pretending to be one. Acting like a person, and not a thing, was just another performance.
It wasn’t a performance she put on for the sake of her owners. No, the slavers knew what she was. The performance was for the outsiders, people who needed to be tricked into not seeing that she and the slavers were what they were. The people she had to interact with during these kinds of jobs couldn’t be allowed to see that she saw herself as living merchandise. It would put their guard up, ruining a raid to grab new merchandise.
If she was going to be put to use helping capture more slaves she had to be able to put them at ease. It was just another excuse to perform. Make the future living merchandise think she thought of herself as a person. Show off her skills as a performer. Then help them meet their ultimate potential of becoming living merchandise as well. It was nearly as fulfilling as helping men cum!
Currently the slavers had been traveling through a region that had been properly reclaimed from the wilds. Only a few generations of Humans ago this land had been a wild forest full of monsters and ancient ruins. Now the forest had been nearly stripped from the land, the small patches that remained tamed and peaceful. In place of the wilds were soft rolling hills covered in farmland that grew crops and bred livestock to feed the nearby towns that were in the process of growing into sprawling cities.
“Those cities are getting too big for the likes of us,” Strood had explained to Thalris when she’d asked if they’d pass through them to pick up new living merchandise. “Too much civilization and law. It’s the kind of place that rough men like us stick out. A place where criminals have to be a bit more refined to operate safely. Too much law, too many righteous people eager to uphold that law. Maybe in a few generations they’ll be so big and rotted with poor, unhoused, and corruption men like us could act safely, but I won’t see it in my lifetime. The cities are just too new and full of hope.”
Thalris was sitting next to him in the carriage, no longer banished to the crate while they traveled during the day. The Common Elve Bard now spent her time traveling entertaining the slavers with her bawdy tunes, the presence of a woman with the party helping them blend in more as they passed suspicious eyes.
Strood had waved to the farmland sprawling out in every direction around them. “But the law out here, in the space between those growing cities, is light on the ground. Why wouldn’t it be? These are tamed lands! Monsters are a thing of the past now. They’ve been driven from the lands, and all the ancient tombs and ruins where they often spawned were long ago cleared by Adventurers. The cities in this region are becoming city states or connected kingdoms with troops of armed forces to keep the peace. The roads we travel here won’t have bands of bandits waiting in wait. It’s a peaceful place.”
He grinned at her. “And that’s where our job is easiest. If no one expects fiends like us, especially in a ‘civilized’ land where slavery was never allowed, we pass unnoticed as long as we don’t linger anywhere too long or take more than one or two new pieces of living merchandise from the area before moving on.”
Once more he waved out at the farmland. “You know who lives out in these semi-secluded farms? Hardy farmers and their doe-eyed, naïve daughters. The scouts are already out ahead, spying out the ripest, juiciest fruits for the picking. Sexy, fertile young women who deserve and are worth so much more than a life tilling fields and milking cows. There are bound to be beauties better made to have THEIR fertile fields tilled by cock and their plump teats milked by men.”
Just then one of the scouts rode up on his horse, turning the steed so he could tread beside where Strood sat on the carriage. “Found the perfect candidate, boss,” he said with an evil grin. “Plump young farm girl that’s a bit too slutty and FAR too trusting for her own good. And she’s off on her own, living in a little secluded hut away from her family’s farm. We could nab her easy.”
Strood nodded then glanced at Thalris. “COULD nab her, but easy as it might seem doing so might draw unwanted attention. We know these slutty farm girls well. They get pretty loud when you try to take what they normally are eager to give away for free. And some of them are more fierce than they seem…” He trailed off, looking at Thalris again.
“No reason to nab the plump slut, not when we have a tool at our disposal that can subdue her in a much more peaceful manner. You’ll lead the way and when we’re close you’ll deliver the Bard so she can work her magic on the girl before the rest of us arrive in force. Goes smoother that way and gives us a chance to test out the new merchandise to make sure it’s worth taking. We’re getting close to the full up on merchandise and it won’t be long before our journey comes to an end as we reach the auction.”
“Sure, boss,” the scout said before riding ahead of the carriage then falling back to ride on the side Thalris was sitting on. “Hop on,” he said, scooting up on his saddle and patting behind him.
Thalris had been absentmindedly strumming her lute as she listened to the conversation. She slung it on her back with the strap attached to it then looked to Strood for permission. When he gave it she leaped with easy grace onto the back of the horse. It was far from the first time she’d done this. She knew what to do and was eager for the performance ahead.
Before the scout rode ahead to lead the way Strood asked a few questions about where the target was located. It seemed the perfect location, a small cabin just inside a little forest. “Looked like maybe it was a homestead when this area was first settled. There’s a larger, newer farm and house big enough for a small village to be living in it not far from it. Looks like maybe the pretty young thing has chosen to live there to get a little space from the rest of the family, which I assume is quite large because of their race.”
Strood raised an eyebrow at that. “And what race is the slutty young farm girl we’re heading to potentially acquire?”
The scout grinned wide. “She’s a Bunordaen! A pleasingly plump, big-titted, horny little bunny girl. Juicy, fertile fruit ready for plucking. And with the way them Bunordaens breed, and how she’s living away from the rest of the family, figure it might be some time before they notice one slut amongst a small herd is missing.”
Judging by the glint in Strood’s eye Thalris thought there was little chance Strood would decide the target wasn’t one they’d be keeping.
“Ain’t got a Bunordaen in our collection yet,” he said as he happily stroked his stubble-covered chin. “Horny little sluts are always easy to train. But it’s not even about that,” he said, distant and deep in thought. “They’ll be men at the auction from distant lands where slavery is fully legal and deeply ingrained in their society, but where Bunordaens are rare. We point out how fertile they are and we’ll be likely to have a bidding war on our hands!”
He met Thalris’ eyes. “No chances with this one,” he told her. “We should be gentler than normal. We want the Bunordaen in pristine condition. And you’ll need to get this on her before we arrive to ‘test’ her out,” he said, reaching into his pocket then throwing something to her.
Thalris caught it and saw it was a necklace with a fertility ward hanging from it. She looked back at Strood, waiting for an explanation.
“Most of her worth will be her breeding potential, and them Bunordaens are DANGEROUSLY fertile. We’ll want to ensure her womb is empty when we arrive at the auction. Even if the Bunordaen slut doesn’t need much training with how delightful their furry cunnies are, we’ll barely be able to keep our cocks out of it. Trust me, the slut will need it.”
“I’ll get it on her as soon as she’s under my spell,” Thalris promised him.
“Good girl,” Strood told Thalris as he gave her proud smile. “You might be the greatest success I’ve ever had. I’m almost tempted not to sell you, but with as much money as you’ll fetch I’d be insane not to. With your race, skills, and willing servitude as a piece of living merchandise you’ll fetch us more than a hundred Bunordaen sluts. Fuck, there’s a chance we all retire like kings after this auction with the money we make on you alone.”
He waved the way ahead. “Enough praise. Go prove I’m right about you.”
Thalris flashed an eager smile that had a hint of the evil the slavers’ smiles often displayed. “I’ll give a perfect permanence and by nightfall you’ll have another piece of living merchandise ready to begin its training,” she declared.
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Thalris danced and sang with such lazy ease anyone who might have seen her would have been convinced she was just a traveling Bard, enjoying her journey from one point to another. She appeared to be aimlessly wandering and singing only for her own sake.
It was all just a performance, one covering up the subtle magic her music was creating. Her playful, lazy dancing and bawdy tune distracted from the faint, barely visible magical notes floating away from her lute. At night the slight glow to the notes would have made them stand out, but in daylight even one who knew they were there would have a hard time seeing them.
It was masterful magic beyond anything she’d ever accomplished in her life BEFORE she was a thing. A subtle but potent spell to draw nearby people to her and leave them at ease with their guard down, all infused with complicated magical undertones ensuring it only affect young female Bunordaens.
In the time before she almost certainly wouldn’t have been able to cast the spell, and even if she’d managed it there would have been no chance she could have targeted it to a specific gender, age, or race. But now? Now it seemed easy. Something had been unlocked in her, her true magical potential unleashed along with her acceptance of what being a woman that was JUST a thing meant.
As she sang and danced and sent beautiful, lyrical and magical music into the world Thalris felt more her true self than she’d ever felt before. Knowing those unleashed talents were being put helping another woman find their true potential? It filled her insides with so much joy she felt she might lift off and ascend to the heavens!
The small road Thalris was following ran through a patch of forest that had been left behind as the wilds in this area had been cut back and turned into farmland. Strood had thought the little forest had most likely been kept as a semi-artificial game reserve, or perhaps one of the families that had homesteaded and now owned this land had simply liked it.
What mattered was the small home the slutty Bunordaen farm girl they were after was just ahead. The little home in the little forest just a little away from prying eyes that would complicate things. Secluded, but not SO secluded a traveling Bard passing by would be suspicious. And thanks to Thalris’ Bardic song she was confident when she came singing and dancing around the corner the Bunordaen farm girl would be there.
The spell had worked. As soon as Thalris came around the corner she saw the Bunordaen sitting on a fence running between the road and the little clearing cut into the forest just large enough for a simple one-room cabin and a small garden-like farm beside it.
Short rows of vegetables filled the garden, with a few of the rows looking as though their owner had been in the middle of harvesting them. A bucket half full of dirt-covered carrots sat at one end of the little garden, evidence her assumption about the interrupted harvesting was correct.
That the young Bunordaen farm girl had been the one harvesting the carrots was proven by the large carrot the plump young woman had in her hand. She sat lazily on the fence, chomping at it and staring down the path as if waiting for company.
One look and Thalris knew it wasn’t just the magic of her song at work. The girl’s easy, eager pose suggested this was FAR from the first time she’d sat waiting for passers-by. When Thalris danced into sight the girl shifted how she was sitting, letting her legs open as she pulled up her simple peasant’s dress both suggestively and invitingly, but not to a degree that would be undeniable if she decided she didn’t like who was approaching.
The girl’s face made it clear she was bored out of her mind, horny, and eager to find someone to help her solve all her problems with a quick dalliance. It wasn’t a look Thalris had ever seen in person, but she’d sung countless songs about it, most of them about slutty farm girls. Till that moment Thalris had thought the trope nothing but the invention of male singers hoping for a world more full of sloven lust than it was.
I’d been wrong about so much of the world, Thalris thought as she grinned flirtatiously at the girl, switching to a song about a slutty farm girl just like her. Strood and his men have educated me on so much. I owe them so much. When they sell me the riches they receive will make up for all the work they’ve put into me. Till then I will repay them with these performances, helping them educate other women as well.
The Bunordaen farm girl was practically vibrating with anxious anticipation by the time Thalris danced up to her. The Elven Bard timed things so her song ended just as she reached the girl.
“Wonderful,” the girl said as she tossed the mostly chomped butt of the carrot she’d been chewing over her shoulder. “Truly wonderful,” she continued as she clapped. “I’ve never heard that one before, but I loved it! I’ve never felt so seen,” she added, leaning forward to flash her ample cleavage. When Thalris’ eyes darted to look into the nearly hypnotic void between them the Bunordaen’s eyes lit up even more. “And the pretty Elve likes women, too! Oh, this IS a day blessed by the gods!”
She braced her hands on the fence beside her plump ass and leaned back, spreading her legs a bit further open as she did. “A song so good deserves payment,” she said with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows. “A poor farm girl like me, I’ve no coin to spare. But perhaps the pretty Elven Bard would be willing to join me in my cabin for a little payment delivered by tongue and finger?”
Thalris giggled girlishly, placing a hand on her upper chest and swooning in a dramatic and playful manner. “There’s no payment I hold dearer to my heart or loins,” Thalris told the girl with a flirtatious wink. “I also have no time constraints placed on me. I’d be more than happy to fuck away the afternoon, or even the next few days!”
The Bunordaen looked like she’d practically fainted at that. “Days? DAYS! Oh, sweet Elven beauty, you HAVE been sent by the gods! I’m at that point in a young Bunordaen’s life that my father likes to call the ‘mating madness’. He’s banished me to this crusty old farmstead our family has clung to for the sole purpose of banishing ‘dangerously fertile and even more dangerously unmatched’ young women to during this ‘mating madness’.”
She leaned further back, keeping one hand braced on the fence while using the other to hike her dress further up then slipping that hand up the skirt so she could touch herself. The girl shuddered a bit, eyes closed as she inhaled as untapped lust momentarily overwhelmed her.
“I’d have let the first hard prick that came down that path root deep in my furry bunny muff as many times as it wanted,” she moaned.
Although Thalris couldn’t see the girl’s hand it was clear enough from the movements of her arm that she was fingering herself. She seemed lost for a few moments in not just the sensation of her fingers plunging into her “furry bunny muff” but fantasizing about it as well.
Thalris wondered if the there were specific men flashing into her mind, or if just the abstract concept of cock was enough to leave her in such imagined ecstasies. For a moment it made Thalris jealous. Why had she not been born a Bunordaen, clearly able to feel her worth as a woman on an instinctual level? Instead, she’d been born an Elve, living multiple lives of the average Human before getting her first taste of cock.
The jealousy quickly faded when she remembered being born an Elve meant she’d have the chance to live entire generations of Humans. She was still young for an Elve and had an endless sea of sexual servitude stretching out of her, and towards the end of her life she’d still look young and fuckable to the eyes of most men. How long did this plump, sweet, horny bunny girl have before the ravishes of age left her undesirable?
No, she was lucky and she knew it. Yes, her potential had been wasted far longer than it should have, but her life was finally on track now! I must help this girl, she thought. I must ensure she wastes not a moment more of her precious, short life. She must become what she meant to be. I MUST help Strood capture her!
When the girl’s eyes fluttered open her cheeks were flush while her eyes remained heavily hooded even after she pulled her hand out of her skirt.
“Reckless it was,” she continued as though she hadn’t just lost herself in a good, quick, indecent fingering. “Could have gotten myself into all sorts of trouble hopping onto random pricks that way. Let a dangerous man into my home, someone who at best would almost certainly leave unwanted presents in my belly.”
She touched her belly, looking down at it as her nose twitched. “Babies,” she sneered, making the word a curse. “Nasty little things. Ugly, screaming, filthy leeches that ruin your body and derail your life.”
“You Elves have no idea how lucky you are,” she told Thalris with a fierceness that suggested Strood had been right about farm girls like her maybe not being as easy to nab as one might thing. “How HARD it is for you to get with child, even Humans who can only convince a few days out of the month are luck! Not us Bunordaens. When we get to THAT age our fertility is… well, compared to the other races it’s basically unending.”
The girl suddenly sat up, her eyes intense with desperate, aggressive passion. She grabbed the stretch of fence between her legs, gripping it so tight her knuckles turned white as she leaned towards Thalris. “But the gods sent me YOU, a woman as eager and willing to rut as I am! And so damn pretty,” she added, reaching out longingly.
Thalris stepped closer, allowing the horny farm girl to stroke one of her long Elven ears. The caress was brief but intense, with her moaned reaction not something Thalris had to pretend. A moment later she was on the girl, lute flung over her back so she could grab hold of the Bunordaen. Their lips locked together as the Bunordaen’s thick legs wrapped around her slender Elven body.
The girl kissed with sloppy, desperate wildness that, although enjoyable, was something Thalris knew would need a lot of work. She was clearly no virgin, but there was no skill to her mouth work. The way the girl kissed, and the way her hands clumsily explored Thalris’ body, made it clear she would be a greedy, unskilled lover.
She’ll learn better, Thalris thought, smiling into the sloppy, wet kiss she was enjoying.
Her hands explored the girl’s body with much more grace and skill. Feeling out her softness. Her plump curves. Her tits were gloriously large and dense. Her skin, where Thalris could access it, was soft and often covered in an almost down-like fuzz that couldn’t be seen but could be felt. It added to the bunny girl’s animal charms. The fur on her long bunny ears was even softer, and the sounds the girl moaned into Thalris’ mouth as she felt those ears up delighted the Elve.
Strood will keep her, she thought as she kept playing with the girl’s ears. And I doubt my little magical tune would have been needed to call her out and put her guard down. But none of that matters, this is more a test of my skills and willingness to help them capture others than something needed to capture her.
Remembering she had other jobs to do she forced herself to pull away from the Bunordaen. The girl was even more flush than before and panting like a beast in heat, her eyes glassy with desire.
“Come into my cabin,” the girl said as she grabbed Thalris’ hand.
Her body language made it clear she intended to flip her legs around the fence, hop off, and pull Thalris along after her to get her into the cabin as quickly as possible.
Thalris took a step back, squeezing the girl’s hand then letting go of it. “Gladly,” she said with a wink and smile before adding, “for days and days if you want, pretty bunny girl. But we must begin with a song to seduce you!”
The girl scrunched her nose up adorably in frustration. “I’m seduced well and good enough,” she huffed out. “Sing to me later. We can fuck for a few hours, nap, then when we wake up I’ll eat you out while you sing to me. But some fucking first!”
When she reached for Thalris the Elve gracefully moved out of reach, flinging her lute from where it hung on her back into her hands. The moment the instrument was in her hands she began playing a tune with impressive skill. “Such treasures to be found in your peasant’s dress must be earned,” she sung while dancing alluringly just out of the girl’s reach. “I will earn the treasures with one last song!”
The Bunordaen giggled then leaped off the fence. “One song, then the fucking,” she laughed in delight when Thalris, still playing her lute, danced to keep out of arm’s reach of the girl. “But if I catch you before the song is over we fuck sooner!”
She giggled in mad delight, chasing Thalris in circles on the road running past her secluded home. Thalris sung the girl a filthy song about sapphic passion that soon had her giggles broken up with gasps and oohs of delight. There were sapphic sexual acts being sung about that the simple farm girl had never imagined, but now that they were in her mind she was eager to put them to the test.
Thalris danced and sang, putting at first only small bits of Bardic magic into the song to make sure the girl was unable to catch her. Plump as she was as a Bunordaen she was naturally fast and agile. As their flirtatious game of chase continued she poured more magic in, weaving a spell of control first around the distracted Bunordaen then plunging it deep into the girl’s mind.
The change was a small thing at first. Her giggles and delighted oohs grew more muted. The impatient, mad gleam in her eyes dulled. The frantic chase Thalris could barely dance away from slowed.
Then, as the magic filled her mind, the change came on fast. The Bunordaen girl stumbled. Her arms, which had been outstretched in a playful attempt to grab Thalris and drag her to the cabin, fell limply to her sides. Her eyes went hazy as her eyelids drooped. Her feet came to a standstill, leaving the girl standing in the middle of the road, arms dangling at her side as she stared into nothing and drooled slightly.
Thalris finished her song but did not fling her lute over her shoulder. She took out the fertility ward and placed it on the hypnotized farm girl. “A present from my master,” Thalris said, giving the girl a kind peck on the cheek. “Something needed, but also something that will take a bit of time to take effect. While we wait for the blessing to take effect and for my master to arrive another song,” she declared, plucking and strumming the strings of her lute once more.
Strood and his men were already there, just close enough for her to have seen out of the corner of her eye. Watching me, she thought. Making sure I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. Or maybe just admiring the show? She pretended not to have seen them, deciding to see how quickly her performance could draw them out and get them “testing” their new merchandise.
The words to the song she sang were made up on the spot, singing about the most “fuckable, fertile Bunordaen” ever seen on all of Alaria. She sang out lewd descriptions of the naïve farm girl’s cute facial features and sexually pleasing curves. She sang about her stroke-able ears and came up with bits about how pleasing they’d be to tug and yank while men fucked her from behind.
Thalris hid how happy she was that the lyrics were enough to draw Strood and his men out. Some of the men spread out, taking up guarding positions on the road and a couple in the woods just in case someone stumbled upon what was going on. Strood and the rest made their way to Thalris and the hypnotized Bunordaen.
With a huge smile on his face Strood asked, “Bent over, tugging on her furry ears, while taking the plump slut from behind? Why, I think I’ve decided exactly how to test the goods out. But is she ready for that? Have you sung her to total obedience yet?”
The Elven Bard shook her head and kept singing her song, altering the words and the Bardic magic flowing into it as she did. For a moment she belted out a few lines about dumb farm girls having empty heads and dripping slits both in desperate need of being filled.
Thalris was confident the mix of words and Bardic magic would leave the already aroused Bunordaen so wet between her legs it would be like her pussy was drooling. More importantly the spell was prepping her mind, emptying it out of all thought which would leave it ready to be filled with her commands.
She changed the tune and lyrics again. It was still a song, but no longer a vague dirty fun ditty alluding to what she was doing to the Bunordaen. It became a song of a command, allowing her to puppet the farm girl as though her Bardic magic were strings. When Thalris sang about the girl doing something it became reality.
When she sang commands for the girl to leap over the fence into her yard she did. As she described the Bunordaen bending over, grabbing her skirts, then pulling them up and tossing her peasant dress into the dirt it happened. When Strood and the other men whistled and cat called at the revelation that the girl had nothing on under the dress Thalris sang her into bowing in appreciation in a manner that left her large, wide, thick, heavy breasts dangling below her torso.
“Ynara be praised,” Strood gasped in delight. “Those are some high-value bunny tits! You ever seen a pair so big and motherly on a girl so young and still childless?”
As Strood’s goons laughed, both mocking and appreciating the sight of the girl’s tits, Thalris started singing about them. “Plump, heavy, breedable suckable fuckable bunny titties,” she belted out in a jaunty, sensual tune that had all the men nodding in agreement. Then she added some lines of command that had the empty-eyed Bunordaen girl standing with her chest out, preening and showing her large breasts off.
“While we wait for the pregnancy ward to take full effect I better feel up the potential new goods,” Strood declared as he hopped the fence and strode to the hypnotized girl. He took up a place behind her, giving her plump ass a slap then pressing his body into her back as he slipped his arms around her.
As he grabbed her tits and started feeling them up Thalris sung the girl into pressing back into him and wiggling her ass to get him worked up. Thanks to her growing skill with her Bardic magic she was becoming more aware of other kinds of magic. It left her able to tell that the blessing on the charm around the girl’s neck was working.
She COULD have told Strood, either through her song or simply by nodding to the charm on her neck, but Thalris found that lacked the theatrical aspect she loved in all things. She wanted to sing the Bunordaen into making him lose control and just taking her. In her mind it was just part of her permanence. She could puppet the girl into being what she was meant to be, and later on, after her body was deemed up to the task, she should learn to do it on her own just like Thalris had.
The Elven Bard sang about the Bunordaen’s “deliciously plump, swollen, engorged nipples,” drawing Strood’s attention to them. When he started pinching and tugging on them she sang the girl into moaning in response while rubbing her thick thighs together to show her appreciation of the pleasingly rough treatment.
For a short time Thalris thought playing with the girl’s large breasts would be enough to make him lose control, but it seemed the man had more self-control than she thought. When he let go and pulled away she sang the naked Bunordaen into holding her arms up, wrists bent to make her hands look like animal paws. She then made the girl hop and stick her ass out while waggling it.
A few lines about her cute, tuggable, puffy bunny tail just above her ass crack got Strood’s attention on her back end. To tease and frustrate him she immediately sung the girl into hopping around, denying him the sight of her plump backside. She further distracted the man by singing the girl into hopping up and down while pawing at the air, degrading her by making her act like an animal while causing her heavy breasts to bounce, flop, and jiggle.
When Strood’s eyes began to bulge in that way they did as his lust began to boil over Thalris knew she had him. She sang the Bunordaen into hopping away from him. He followed, fumbling to get his cock out. By the time the girl had hopped her way to the fence Strood’s cock was out. By the time he reached her Thalris had sung the girl into bending over, gripping the fence while sticking her ass out. The position left her tits dangling under her in a way that would lead to the most swinging possible when Strood took her from behind.
He shoved his cock in the girl as soon as he reached her, grunting out in delight as he impaled her furry bunny cunt. “This living piece of fuck meat is a keeper,” he declared as he gripped her thick sides just above the swell of her ass before beginning to pound her. A few fast, heavy strokes into her and her tits were wildly swinging under her. “And fuck me if you didn’t sing the slut as wet as a waterfall!”
Thalris no longer needed to sing the girl into any kind of action. She’d remain bent over and gripping the fence till she was told to do differently.
That didn’t mean she stopped singing. This was all a performance, and it was far from over. Her tune changed again, the words focusing once more on the Bunordaen’s body. Detailed descriptions about how thick, juicy, and breedable her body was. How her raw, filthy animal sexuality meshed so pleasingly with her cute animal characteristics.
As the song went on it shifted tone, going into more detail about how the girl was just sexy, breedable meat. Just a piece of fuckable living merchandise. Then she sang about the girl’s future. The wonderful training she’d undergo before being sold at the auction her and all the other gathered living merchandise were destined for.
Thalris did more than sing. She danced about as she played her lute, smiling flirtatiously with the goons nearby. Their attention had rightly been on the Bunordaen. She suspected they were hoping to be given a chance to “test out” the new merchandise once Strood was done with her. Even if that happened Strood wouldn’t allow them ALL to take a turn with her. Over the next few weeks? Sure, they’d all get at least one turn helping “train” her. But not now.
They’d know that. They’d be thinking about it soon. Some would grow frustrated and many of their eyes would start to wander to Thalris. She hoped to draw those eyes to her sooner, to take her current performance and move it on to a different act. One where her skills as a sexual servant would take center stage and she’d no longer need to play at being a person.
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After this scene/encounter is done should we see the Bunordaen being trained?
Philo Hunter Erotica 
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