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Chapter 19
by Blackhand
Can you put aside your doubts and accept your new life?
A Wug's Should Look the Part
The good part about the lingering effects of the wug's seed, is that it makes time seem to move faster. It's designed to change the physiology of females to fit a domesticated role. Beyond making females **** to be fucked and subservient to the wug, it also tends to leave them docile for extended periods of time. You lay back in the hay wearily waiting until the wug- your owner- returns for you. You whimper a bit when you see that he's brought the rope back.
After you are rescured, he takes you by the rope and leads you out of his hut. The rope between your legs is long enough to walk comfortably, but the rope digging into your pussy is back. You tried a bit of self pleasure earlier, but it didn't have much of an effect in your current state. You stare hungrily at your owner from behind as you hobble after him.
"Roonire?" you call out. The word tastes like the sweet milk on your tounge. "Where are you taking...I mean where are we going?"
"To get you outfitting, Greep," He gives your calf a tender squeeze.
At the edge of the village there is a large pond, clearly the freshwater source for the wugs. On the side of the building there is a large yurt. You are taken to the bank of the pond, and stripped of your bindings and the raggedy remains of the clothes you were wearing. Then Roonire leads you into the pond. You gasp slightly when you feel his hands running over your sides, and try to thrust yourself at him, only to get a sharp pinch on the nipple.
"No," he croaks. You avert your eyes at his admonishment. Instead he continues bathing you. When you are good and clean, he leads you into the yurt. Now it's clear what getting outfitted means. The building acts as an armory of sorts for the wugs. Among the gear heaped in chaotic but organized piles, are even some iron work, mostly taken from captives or traded with slavers. In one of the piles you see the shining stone. You'd lost it when you were taken.
When his back is turned, you grab it and hide in your rear cavity. He returns carrying light but secure iron manacles. The result of trade with slavers. they are designed with removable chain links, so the wugs can control your range of movement. You submit meekly to manacles on your wrists and ankles, and then he links long thin chains between both sets. You wiggle them up and down. Not to heavy to move in, but fighting or escaping would be a joke. He finishes with an iron collar linked around your neck.
The collar makes you feel funny. It's a bit heavy, and you wouldn't be surprised to have learned that it belonged to numerous other breeders, considering it's wear and tear. Yet, wearing it drives the thought deeper that you've become a possession. You could easily outfight your new master, but wearing it makes you feel safe.
"Thank you" you whisper to him, and then settle back against a wall. Your mind drifts to thoughts of how he might celebrate outfitting you. Your eyes follow his crotch so closely that barely even take notice as he lowers a brand into a nearby fire. It's the brand of his family's personal mark. Then he reaches into the pile of potions and powders. The wugs keep many different magical and chemical solutions designed to keep control of captives. He grabs a green powder and applies some pond water to it.
"Lower your face to me," he croaks. "This is Ai'ne ink. For permanently marking humans. All Ash'aro must wear the village mark on their face, so it is known what village they belong to." Then he points to the heating brand in the fire, "And they must wear clan marking elsewhere on their bodies so it is known who it in the village is their owner."
Are You Marked? What Other -control compounds are in the Yurt?
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