The bell’s ringing was as sharp as it was insistent, shrieking through the vast expanse of the slave quarters and bouncing off every corner. The girl awoke to it, groaning and grumbling and slapping away at the bright red hair that seemed to stubbornly adhere to her face, kicking at the covers of her bunk bed and generally making as much of a fuss as humanly possible. All around her girls in various state of undress were crawling off their own beds and padding along on the polished wooden floor, a vast parade of female flesh, a sight even she -plenty straight, really- might find it in her to enjoy if she wasn’t far more asleep than awake.

“Bae. Get up, darling. It’s morning, no tarrying! That goes for all of you girls, if any of you wants a shower you have thirty minutes before breakfast, so get a move on!”

In the end it was this woman’s voice and not the bell that finally woke the girl up from her half-sleep, her large mouse ears stiffening in alertness as she jumped out of bed in one hurried motion. Bae. It had taken her more than a bit to get used to the fact that in this little prison, HAKOS BAELZ OF THE CHAOS SKAVEN (KNEEL, HUMAN! PRESENT YOUR CHEESE TRIBUTE) was just ‘Bae’, the slave. Granted, HAKOS BAELZ OF THE CHAOS SKAVEN (etc.) had literally never played well with any audience, ever, and she was plenty used to being called ‘Bae’ by her friends, but somehow it was different now. Before it was something she was just okay with; now whether she was okay with it or not didn’t make a goddamn lick of difference - it’s what was written on her slave collar. And that really, really pissed her off.

She turned to the woman that had just addressed her, trying to take her mind off her anger. “Morning, Mio.”

Mio was a beautiful wolf-woman (everybody here was some flavor of beastfolk, with very few exceptions), with white skin, long wavy black hair, and black ears and tail to match. Like all the girls here she was, even clothed, in at least a partial state of nakedness. Her skirt was laughably short, her blouse opened sharply in the middle revealing a vast, pale expanse of cleavage, and her midriff was wholly exposed, her taut belly covered in several rows of tattoos. Each -Bae counted at least 10- was a heart, colored red, with a ♀ sign in the middle in stark white for better visibility. In the two weeks since she’d arrived here Bae hadn’t worked up the courage to ask her what they meant.

“It’s miss Mio, darling. I’m the overseer here. Follow protocol and none of us gets into trouble.” And yes, what really set Mio apart from the other girls was the little gold badge pinned to her blouse, indicating superior rank and privilege. An overseer supervised the slaves, made sure they were clothed and fed, and reported any behavior issues to the Master of the house. Before being captured, Bae had always figured overseers would be viewed as hated traitors, since they held a position of power over other girls. But Mio was so demure and kind it was impossible to really dislike her. If nothing else, her beneficence and even-handed authority were a constant reminder that things could be much worse.

“Sorry, miss Mio. I’ll head on to the showers, then.”

“Please do. The Master comes home from his trip today and he’ll want to pass inspection, and if I remember right you didn’t wash yesterday, so get yourself neat and tidy.”

Bae’s heart skipped a beat, in fact she was so shocked she didn’t even register Mio’s disturbingly casual commentary on her private hygiene habits. The Master of the house. She’d been taken here, clapped in chains, a bit over two weeks ago, and she’d yet to see the master of the plantation in person. Her mind raced. This brought the timetable on her plans way up. Today. Today it would happen. She’d get ready like it was a normal day, but this time she’d pick up the shiv she’d carved and left under her bunk. When she met the guy, she’d shank his ugly slaving ass right on the neck, and in the commotion and chaos she’d totally be able to escape. Hell, if he was the one running things, maybe the other girls would get shaken out of this awful stupor they seemed to be in and they’d-

“Bae?” Mio looked at her with worry. “You alright? You spaced out.”

“I’m going now!”

She left Mio, sprinting towards the showers on the other end of the slave barracks, undressing as she went. If she had one advantage coming here is that living among ratfolk desensitizes one both to nudity and to crowds more or less from birth, so she was already stark naked when she entered the dressing rooms and headed straight for the communal shower stalls, pushing past the crush of other girls washing and rinsing their bodies. For once she didn’t compare her developing teenage body to the hefty assets of the older girls, her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest and she could think of nothing but getting ready. Eventually she was out, dragging a towel over her crimson red hair, and sprinting back to her bunk. From under the bed she pulled out a change of clothes -a flimsy white slave tunic that barely covered either her breasts or crotch- and her prize.

Bae hid her crude shiv in the folds of her tunic and headed for the mess hall, where the serving girls (wolves, foxes, she thought she even saw a dog in there) were already busy ladling the morning gruel into bowls for the field girls. It was actually decent grub, some sort of thick cream of corn, freshly baked bread and as much coffee as you wanted to drink, but Bae was so nervous she couldn’t even taste it, and had to focus just to avoid spilling her meal all over herself. When the bell rang again, she’d barely eaten anything, but she rushed towards the fields without a thought for her empty stomach.

                                                        *

Bae reached the fields alongside the other slave girls, a small army of kemono women armed with hoes and -for the stronger girls- plowshares that hooked up to their waists. The vast acreage of the plantation made her think of what she’d imagined the surface of the moon might look like, a featureless expanse of dirt going on and on into the distance. She’d arrived, or so she was told, a bit after the first harvest, so the ground was bereft of plants, and needed the heavy work of tilling and plowing before new crop could be planted. Not of course that she planned to be around for it.

“Alright girls, you know the rules,” Mio walked forward from behind the group of slave girls. She held a folded parasol in her left hand (a perk of her station), but did not open it - the sun was particularly gentle this morning. “We go by your collar number, the first ten girls get to work, we count half an hour, the next ten girls go, and so on until lunchtime. If you all cooperate with me we can do this without being too hard on anybody, okay?”

There was a smattering of “yes miss”es of varying enthusiasm, and Mio produced her bell (where did she even put that thing anyway!?) to signal the first shift. She never got to ring it though, as a loud whistle in the distance caused her to set it down and turn around. “No way, this early? Master… alright girls, nevermind, everybody form up, the Master is coming!”

Bae’s fist was clenched so hard on her shiv, her fingers hurt terribly. The rest of her body felt stiff, the totally brave and bold plan she’d come up with the past two weeks shattering as it came into contact with reality. She’d been the absolute runt of her ratfolk litter, she was likely the only one of her tribe to get captured and enslaved, and now she was going to kill a man? Her? It was all she could do to force herself to turn her neck to take a good look at the approaching figure of the lord of the estate.

“Good morning Master Anon,” Mio bowed deeply as the man approached, a solemn gesture made rather comical by the lewd sway of her frankly gigantic tits as she bent forward. “You’re early. I hope your trip went well?”

The ‘Master’ of the estate was a tall, imposing man, heavily muscular, indeed with rippling muscles that bulged past his clothes. His suit was impeccable in the southern style, with a hat and bolo tie, and his hair was long and dark and went past his shoulders. His skin, where visible, was scarred from combat and tan from the sun, and his features were hard-set and angular. He looked the part of the stereotypical southern plantation owner, working the land with his own hands, defending it from the elves and beastfolk, rougher and stronger than the foppish nobility of the northern cities.

“Morning, Mio.” The man took off his hat; another slave rushed to take it from him. His eyes were an amber gold and hard as flint. “Nothing goes well when one visits the District as a working man, as you know. You turn a man into a government official, and all of a sudden even the weakest pansy thinks he’s entitled to the revenue of the entire countryside.”

“I would not know of this, Master,” said Mio still looking firmly at the ground. “I am only a slave. My head is empty save for thoughts of how to serve this estate and carry your brood.” Goddamn she was groveling. And what was that last bit!?

“You can look up, you know.” The man brushed his fingers under Mio’s chin; she took his cue and stood normally again, her face flushed red. It struck Bae that Mio looked like she might start sucking on the man’s fingers unprompted as he brought them up to pass them lewdly over Mio’s lips. Bae felt angry and betrayed, no wonder beastfolk were in dire straits if this was how her fellow slaves were behaving.

“How were things while I was gone?”

“Everything went well, Master. There were no issues. We finished clearing the field of weeds and are getting ready to till for the next planting.”

“And Flare?”

“She’s run your manor like a navy warship. The floors are so clean you could eat off them. She missed you terribly though.”

“And I her. And you.”

Mio giggled like a schoolgirl. Bae was starting to reconsider not hating her. She gritted her teeth and fidgeted with the shiv under her clothes.

“Your new merchandise came in as well, Master.”

“Show me.”

To Bae’s disgust Mio walked up to another girl, a pink-haired… wolf? Coyote? She wasn’t a fox. In a smooth motion she pulled down the girl’s tunic, her large pale white tits spilling out. With another she pulled the lower end of her tunic up, revealing a soft, thick down of pink pubic hair over her sex. The coyote girl looked completely mortified at being molested like this, but she clearly knew better than to complain. “We put in the order as you asked, Master,” Mio went on like she wasn’t exposing another woman. “Healthy, fit, varied body types, all fertile of course, childbearing age, I think the youngest may be 14, this one right here is one of the older ones, almost 30.”

The man smiled a predator’s grin and walked closer, looking away from where Bae was standing to focus fully on the girl Mio was showing him. Bae’s mind was on fire. It was now or never. The shiv in her hand was ice cold. Her brain wasn’t even halfway through processing how monumentally, suicidally stupid her ‘plan’ was before she’d already broken ranks and was surging forward.

“TAKE THIS YOU EVIL SON OF A BITCH!” Then, when she realized he was actually a good bit farther away than she’d thought, “uh… FOR THE CHAOS SKAVEN!”

“Bae, no!”

Too late. Bae pulled out her crudely fashioned shiv from under her tunic and swung it through the air, aimed straight at the man’s neck. It hit its target with an aim and precision she’d never known before in her life and…

…bounced off his rock-hard neck muscles before snapping in half like a toothpick.

Bae had about a half-second to process her utter failure before a punch to the solar plexus had her dropped on the ground gasping for air, and a kick to the ribs ended any hope of jumping up and running away.

“Who is this one?”

“She’s one of the new purchases, Master. Please-”

“Fresh meat, then. Good, might as well set an example early. All you whores, watch.” He picked Bae up roughly by her hair, ignoring her shrieks, and forced her to stand. Then with a powerful arm he tore off her tunic in a single motion, leaving her naked in front of everybody.

“You fucker-” Bae couldn’t finish the sentence before a backhand had her tasting blood. Then a strong hand clasped her by the wrist and pulled her close, her feet giving way, unable to resist as the man pressed her naked body up against his own. The heady smell of expensive cologne and raw pheromones dazed her even further, and she struggled only weakly as his strong hands roamed all over her slim, athletic body, stabbing into her tight butt and mauling her modest tits.

“This is a good bitch,” he growled. “You know how to pick them, Mio.”

If Bae had ever expected any help from Mio, those hopes were dashed when she looked at her. The wolf woman was flush with excitement, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her skirt as though she was struggling not to just bury them down her crotch. Her voice was thick with arousal when she spoke. “I’ve been trying to fetch a younger girl for every titcow we bring, Master. I know sometimes you like making them swell up yourself. I can’t quite tell you what age this one is but she’s in her teens, at least.”

“I’ll bloat the bitch good.”

Before Bae could even think about what he meant she was on the ground again, spitting dirt as her naked body hit the soft earth of the field. The man towered over her, and in a smooth motion he tore off his shirt, revealing a tanned, scarred torso bulging with muscles. Then his pants came off, and her eyes widened in utter fear as he revealed his immense cock, a giant slab of meat that looked at least as large as Bae’s forearm. Its muscular form pulsed with blood, and it was covered by the thick sheath of a veiny foreskin that made the entire member look even more gigantic than it already was. It dawned on Bae that she was a slave, and slaves got raped more or less as a job description, and she was about to get split open.

“No,” she murmured, even as she felt herself grow slick in preparation, “no, please.” She tried to crawl away, but the man was on top of her before she could move an inch, his massive arms easily spreading her legs open. His right hand reached down to Bae’s crotch, parting her sparse red pubic hair to get at the tight, closed entrance of her drenched cunt. He hissed in satisfaction at finding her wet just as Bae moaned in complete dismay.

“Of course,” he growled, “beastfolk women are really all alike. An elf or an oni would be trying to tear my dick off right about now, but you girls? All anybody has to do is shake you around a bit and you’re ready to get mounted no matter what else is going on.”

“No,” she whined. “N-no I’m not… not like that…”

The man pulled back his foreskin with one hand, revealing the massive head of his cock, drenched in precum. Keeping Bae’s legs spread with his other hand, he lined his prick up with the entrance to Bae’s tight innie pussy, the head tickling her pubic hair. For a second, Bae had a perfect view of the massive dick lingering over her entrance, about to ruin her virginity.

“Uh…. I’m… um, sorry?” she offered helplessly.

“You will be.”

Anon pushed in, the giant battering ram of his cock spreading Bae’s tight cunt open and annihilating her hymen in a single motion, filling her completely. She shrieked at the sensation, first of blinding pain then subsiding into a pulsing stretch of her inner muscles. Warm blood trickled down from her entrance, coating his shaft. Inside of herself she could feel the huge head of his dick pressing right up against her cervix, aiming all his forthcoming seed at the entrance of her womb. He leant forward as he pushed into her, until they were belly to belly, his bulk crushing Bae against the moist earth of the field. She gasped for air and found almost none, only the pain of the stretching subsiding into waves of sick, hot pleasure as he began to ram into her. In the distance, through a misty haze, she saw Mio, her thighs soaked all the way up to her knees in clear fluid, ordering the other girls to get back to work.

“This is a good cunt,” Anon growled as he kept on raping her. “A good cunt for my children…”

Bae tried to open her mouth to say something about how much that disgusted her, but all she got out was guttural moans. Even those were cut short when Anon grabbed her head with both hands and pushed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

“Hmmph…. Hmmm…” the potent taste of his saliva and the rhythmic pumping of his unprotected cock as he raped her defenseless cunt were too much. She felt her eyes roll into the back of her head and for a moment saw nothing but white. Plap, plap, plap, plap. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed loudly across the field. Her body was nothing but a bag of meat for Anon to stab his cock into.

Then, suddenly, relief. He pulled away, she was empty inside -it ached terribly- and on her belly rather than her back on the soft ground, the dirt sticking like glue to her pale white skin due to the sheen of her sweat. Bae tried to get up, shaking her head to get her bright red hair away from her eyes, crawl away, anything. Her thin, narrow rat tail slapped around in a panic beyond her conscious control. It was meaningless. Before she could do anything Anon was already pushing her face into the dirt, her firm round white ass up in the air. The sound of the other girls working away filled her ears but she could feel many eyes on her, a dozen burning gazes on her exposed sex as Anon mounted her from behind like an animal and his massive prick began to rub against the battered lips of her cunt once more. “Hooh… hoooh…” she wanted to scream, to yell, to say anything, but she could only manage thick, wet moans as his cock slammed past her entrance once more and she was once more filled from the inside with the sensation of its massive head battering at her cervix.

“There we go… there we fucking go… it’s always good to mount kemono whores like the animals you are…” Anon’s voice was ragged. In some dark recess of her mind, it struck Bae that he was feeling her body just as much as she was feeling him. She had no time to think on it though as Anon’s pace increased, the new position allowing him to pump into her that much faster. Her body was on fire, the entire world was a red haze of pain and pleasure. Then, fear.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Anon growled, his voice punctuated by the wet slapping together of their bodies. “I’m gonna cum right inside you, get fucking pregnant…”

A lance of cold reason cut through the fog in Bae’s mind. Her vision focused. “No, no, no, please, please, please!” She began to struggle, trying to get away with what little strength she had left. It earned her nothing but Anon’s hand on her hair, pulling her back by the scalp, shrieking, until her body was arched so hard her back was resting against his chest as he kept pumping into her.

“Here it comes bitch, here it comes bitch, here it comes, here it fucking comes…” Anon grunted, his prick stabbing over and over into Bae, until it felt like he was going to puncture her insides and start ramming straight into her womb. Then, finally, with one last press to put the massive head of his giant rapist cock firmly against Bae’s cervix, he came.

Bae opened her mouth to scream as spurt after spurt of boiling hot semen flooded inside her, but all she managed to get out of her mouth was a thick, senseless moan and a copious flood of drool as a series of brutal orgasms rocked through her body. Her cunt betrayed her utterly, spasming and clenching on the giant prick invading her to milk as much human seed as it could, each contraction a mindbreaking flood of pleasure. Her mind was in agony at the humiliation, but to her body this was the most delicious thing she’d ever felt in her life. She groaned in delight as each spurt of fresh sperm into her belly further destroyed her life.

After what felt like an eternity, Anon finally let go of her, and Bae crumpled to the ground as she felt his dick slip out of her. She watched him stand up, massive and triumphant, his cock -barely any less gigantic soft than it was hard-  slick with Bae’s cunt juice and virgin blood. She tried to say something, anything. Nothing came out. Eventually she heard something clatter next to her exhausted form - a hoe.

“You have thirty minutes to get to work or I’ll rape you again,” he said. Then he turned around and left, still naked, perhaps to visit some of the other slaves.

Too broken and exhausted to heed the threat, Bae languished in the dirt for a good fifteen minutes or so. Her battered consciousness did not snap into focus until she felt someone else approach her. Her nose filled with the motherly scent of lilies, freshly baked bread, clean linen, and, when the woman knelt down right next to her, her knees spreading for balance, the sharp stink of female arousal. Mio.

“Bae.” Her ears filled with soft, reassuring thumps as Mio’s huge fluffy tail smacked the ground. “Get up, darling.”

“Can’t. Dead.”

“You’re very alive. Now get up, please, baby.”

“No.”

“You have to. Come on. Just pick up the hoe, stick around some ten minutes so everybody can tell you aren’t fighting anymore, and I’ll see you back to your bed myself, okay?”

“Hnng… no…”

“I can’t guarantee what will happen to you otherwise, darling.”

A sharp pang of fear cut through Bae’s chest. She made a weak attempt to get up, and found herself being pulled up by Mio, her arms hooked under Bae’s armpits. Befitting a wolf woman, she was extremely strong for her small size. When it was clear Bae could stand by herself, Mio let go, watching the rat girl sway on her feet, her eyes roaming over her slim, toned body, now covered in dirt, welts and bruises. Her gaze turned hungry as it lingered on Bae’s pussy, still leaking clear cunt juice as well as gobs of the Master’s creamy sperm. She licked her lips. “God it’s taking everything not to just toss you back on the ground and eat you out.”

“You’re fucking sick,” Bae spat out, her gaze still unfocused, all her efforts going towards staying on her feet.

“Maybe,” Mio murmured, a hand idly rubbing the rows of heart tattoos on her belly. “But if you stick with me, I can teach you how to live a good life here, and avoid what just happened to you.” Saying this, she bent down to pick up the hoe and handed it to Bae, who took it wordlessly with shaking hands.