Hyacinthe's Bad End

Mountain Men are not known for their empathy or kindness.

They are an isolationist race, and often pacifists, but many are well-trained in combat, should the need to defend the tribe become necessary. To the all-female human race of the lowlands, they are known for two things - their impressive resourcefulness, and their huge cocks.

It's not really recommended to go searching for Mountain Men just to get a good lay, though. Because they have absolutely no moral objections to slavery.

And this is confirmed when, to Hyacinthe's dismay, a small tribe of Mountain Men are more than happy to exchange 2500 gold for ownership of this young, attractive pink-haired slavegirl.

She feels her soul turning even more numb as she, for the first time, now truly believes that this **** collar is never, ever coming off.

Her life as a slavegirl is tough. During the day, she is worked hard, performing countless manual labor tasks around the tribe, from transporting water pails to driving cattle. Even worse, she has to do all this completely naked, and with bound wrists and ankles, to ensure she never has an opportunity to escape.

After a gruelling day's work, her collar is then chained to the floor of the central hut, where she is expected to sleep... Whenever she can get a break, that is. Because this hut is the Mountain Men's communal gathering space, and she is simply an object to be used. Every single night, without fail, she will be required to open her legs and lips to at least half a dozen of the unnaturally long cocks of her new owners. Having one cock fucking her face, another sliding in and out of her tits, and another pumping hard inside her pussy, is no longer a crazy once-in-a-lifetime gangbang - it's now just a normal Tuesday.

Any sleep Hyacinthe can find each night will inevitably be after her body is absolutely plastered in cum, and usually with it also slowly oozing out from at least two of her well-used holes.

And then at dawn, the poor slavegirl will be awoken by having a huge bucet of cold water poured over her, to cruelly rip her from her slumber, and also to clean off most of the disgusting dried spunk from last night's frivolities.

And then of course, her morning supervisors, who were likely already asleep during last night's communal merriment, will often wish to empty their own nutsacks inside of her before she is put to work for another long, exhausting day.

The **** girl can never hope for rescue or freedom. She sometimes thinks of her sister whom she failed to earn the gold she needed to save her, but after a time, her thoughts of her past life become less and less frequent. Ironically, the only hope she has that could improve her own lot in life is that this tribe comes into possession of another **** girl. That way, at least the demands of both her daytime and nighttime responsibilities would be split in half. But this tribe is small, and its interactions with lowland humans are rare. So with all likelihood, it will be a long time, if ever, before such a job-share will ever become a possibility.

And anyway, can she really wish such a cruel fate on another one of her kind?

Yes. She thinks, as she struggles to lift another full bucket of water with her bound hands, and the clenching of her muscles causes a huge glob of Mountain Man cum to involuntarily spurt out of her butthole and dirty her thighs. Absolutely I can. Anything to make these days less gruelling...