Ask why she was captured.

"The males who brought me here seemed to be.. enjoying themselves, but now that I am here, you've taken the trouble to nurse me back to health, pretty calmly. What exactly do you plan to do with me?

"Finish your meal," Liz responds calmly, "and I'll explain everything."

Krystal looks down. 'Well, I suppose there's no help for it." Still trying to act nonchalant, she slowly brings the bowl to her lips and drains its remaining contents, bracing for the inevitable impact. After a slight pause, a rush of fire gushes through her system, eliciting an involuntary gasp. Her nipples harden instantly, straining at the thin fabric of her decorative top as she fights to hold still, and her nether regions moisten slightly as a haze descends over her mind.

"Now then," Liz says cheerfully, clearly seeing the changes in the vixens body brought about by the broth, "on to your question."

"M-my... question?" Krystal manages, desperately trying not to finger herself.

"Yes. You inquired as to your purpose here. Well, you are a trophy."

"What... kind of... trophy exactly?" she gasps, still struggling against the need to feel her body.

"Well, simply put, you now belong to the warriors of the tribe. That means that any one of them can do whatever he wants to you at any time, so you should try to keep yourself clean for them. They'll be cumming in your tight little holes and all over that luscious body of yours whenever they need to- which is often."

Krystal stares in shock, and some barely controlled lust, as Liz continues, "They've always been a particularly virile species, you see, but lately they're practically hard again the moment they finish. It's gotten to the point where the rest of us females can't get any work done, although they do try to wait as long as they can- which means that they're generally at the bursting point. If you ever need to get somewhere in a hurry, be sure not to do anything the least bit provocative. If you were, for instance, to walk around as you are, you'd be tackled every other step."

“They want to fuck me, until they’re all completely empty.” Krystal struggles to keep her voice level and not show the desire she’s supressing.

"Oh, and I wouldn't recommend resisting. It drives them wild, so if you do, they'll end up doing more to you than they originally intended, and they'll call in as many friends as it takes to do so."

'That shouldn’t be too much of a problem'

"But still, a willing and talented participant could become very popular, perhaps even gaining an audience with the chief- who by the way is the only person who can grant you permission to leave the village."

"And if I were to leave without permission?"

"We are surrounded by mountains. There is only one way out of the village, and it is heavily guarded. You would soon be brought back from wherever you went- after whoever found you made up for the lost time."

Krystal swallowed.

"Now," Liz says, rising, "One of the younger, smaller males has been waiting all night for you. He should be a good start." "Now remember what I said," she says cheerfully, taking the still dazed vixen by the arm and leading her toward the entrance. "You can head East to clean up in the lake when you're done. Have fun!" she concludes, pushing Krystal outside before withdrawing.

Krystal blinks as her eyes adjust to the dazzling sunlight. Standing before her is the young warrior, cock in hand. While he is noticeably smaller than the others she's seen, both in stature and endowment, he could by no means be called small in either respect.

"You suck," he grunts, gesturing from Krystal to his bumpy member.

Still enflamed by the soup and with a slight longing to see what will happen, she ponders her options.