Obedience (Written)

You slowly lift your uninjured arm to point. Your body shakes, and your breathing comes with difficultly.

You: “I… It’s her…”

Terra follows your finger and then her mouth gaps.

Terra: “Her? ...Wow …”

You can tell her astonishment is as much genuine as it is mocking. As if to say, “She’s gorgeous!” while also scoffing “…How’d you manage that?”

Annabel remains the only point of clarity within your foggy mind, the haze narrowing your field of vision. You stare transfixed as she meekly stands on the stage in the center of the Bidding Hall, her eyes blindfolded and her hands bound. Her only form of clothing, a frilly white lace garter belt with decorative floral stitching that wraps tightly around her curvaceous waist. Stockings run the length of her beautiful legs, kept in place by clasps from the belt. Upon her head is a small jeweled pin meant to keep her blonde hair neat. Around her delicate neck is an opulent pendent fashioned from numerous pearls. It falls past her prominent collarbone and spills between her enormous breasts, which are lain completely bare. Her face is touched up with only a small amount of makeup, simply meant to bring definition to each of her already gorgeous features. The only other thing of note is a tag on her arm showing the number three.

You: “…”

Finding your voice, you will yourself to speak.

You: “Y… Yes… It’s her…”

You voice sounds hoarse.

In this moment, you can only think of a single word that fully describes her beauty. The radiance of the woman you love.

Angelic.

In all your time together, you had never seen her dressed in such an alluring fashion. You desperately search your recent memories for something remotely similar to the scene before you, only to find nothing of even consequential likeness. Scraping the bottom of your mind for anything, anything at all, you pull forth from it's depths a distant but cherished memory from the day the two of you were joined in holy matrimony. The night after your wedding. The very first time you had slept together. The underwear she wore then was fairly simplistic in design, at most having the cutesy quality of those that a young girl might like. A light grey top and bottom with tiny black and white kittens. The erotic lingerie she now wears, the way it accentuates her full and womanly figure... It's undeniable... comparing the two is simply impossible.

…Everyone…

Everyone is fucking looking at her!

A sickening jealousy wells within you from the mere fact that this moment is not yours and yours alone. The lecherous gazes of the Amazonian futanari penetrate all the women -the Cattle- on the stage. Anna’s fine body, a prime choice for violation within their minds. Annabel fidgets nervously. Seemingly able to feel the intensity of the eyes upon her, she tries to shrink back from view and bumps into the backside of the women next to her causing them both to immediately recoil in fear, each letting out a small scared squeal.

I… I needed to do it.

I NEEDED to.

You try to convince yourself you did the right thing.

…I can’t let her be alone in a Hell like this!

W... we need to be as close as possible! …

I need... to be there for her!

It’s the only way…

Terra relaxes a bit once you give your answer, seeming to get a grip on herself.

Terra: “Good.”

She slaps your back amicably.

…I hate her…

I need to escape as soon as possible…

Terra motions to Meges.

Terra: “Number three.”

Meges raises an eyebrow,

Meges: “That one?”

Terra nods in confirmation.

Meges: “She’s been up there awhile… Three’s the only one left from the first group so she’s going to be expensive…”

Terra: “I know. Quality comes at a price!”

Meges rolls her eyes.

Meges: “You just like the big breasted ones…”

Terra smiles broadly,

Terra: “Means more milk for the younglings!”

Meges gives Terra a look that says she doesn’t believe that’s her real reasoning at all.

Meges: “…Right… Well, the allowance her Majesty gave us is already running thin.”

Meges holds up her hand to show the pouch full of Coins.

Meges: “I’ve already gone about purchasing a few of my own, so we can count half of this as already spent”.

She lightly pats her side where several small tokens hang from her loincloth, probably meant to indicate her purchases.

Meges: “Since you’ve already wasted most of your share the other day, I think we ought to let Nala decide how we spend the rest.”

Terra turns to Nala pleadingly.

Nala looks at Annabel, then blushes for a moment.

Nala: “She is very pretty…”

Terra edges her on,

Terra: “Isn’t she?”

Nala spends a few more moments eyeballing Anna then answers,

Nala: I… I agree with Terra that we should buy her.”

Meges seems a little taken aback. She pauses a moment, then tries to redirect her.

Meges: “What about number eight? She looks a bit younger. You’d like that one, wouldn’t you?”

Terra can’t help but mutter to herself,

Terra: “You’re only being contrary because it was my suggestion… Hag…”

However, Nala remains undeterred, the questions appearing to have only strengthened her resolve.

Nala: “No, I agree with Terra’s choice.”

She says this with conviction.

When Nala sees that Meges is waiting for more, she begins to stumble.

Nala: “I… I mean… As Terra said, she does have very large breasts… and such wide hips…”

She motions with her hands, to express the large proportions.

Nala: “…I think she would make a great...”

She falters, and Terra finishes her thought,

Terra: “Sow?”

Nala blushes,

Nala: “…Yes…”

Meges seems to concede to this but looks unhappy about it.

Meges: “…Alright.”

She says this curtly. Terra snickers and gives Meges a small wave. Meges ignores this and lifts her hand to make the bid. After several minutes of back and forth, Meges reigns supreme, at the cost of all their remaining allowances along with several pieces of Nala’s personal jewelry. Muffled noises of discontentment can be heard from the other bidders, but no one openly questions the verdict. The woman with the scar tosses a token from the stage toward Meges, who catches it nimbly out of the air.

Scarred Woman: “Ah! an excellent choice! It pleases me to no end to have the patronage of the Chief’s daughter and her royal guard.”

Meges slightly bows her head in acceptance. After making a small note on Anna's tag, the scarred woman claps her hands and resumes speaking to the crowd.

Scarred Woman: “Alright, and with that, we now move on to our next selection! Thank you to all who've made purchases!”

She gestures to one of the accompanying Amazonians who leads the slaves off the stage and to a separate area, likely where the trading is to take place. She then waves her hand to welcome in the next set to be sold off.

Meges extends her hand to Nala for the jewelry.

Meges: “I’ll go make the exchange.”

Nala hesitates for a moment,

Nala: “I still haven’t decided which pieces I’m willing to give up just yet… I’ll go with you to have them each appraised, okay?”

Meges nods, satisfied, then hands Terra your leash.

Meges: “Keep an eye on him for a bit, alright?”

Terra takes it, then gives it a sharp yang, catching you off guard.

You: “AGEGH?!”

You make a pathetic choked gurgle sound which amuses Terra.

Terra: “Actually, I’m going to head back now. I already told you I’m sick of standing around, and I don’t feel like waiting on Nala to decide what she wants to trade, she is so indecisive.”

Nala looks like she wants to defend herself but doesn’t. Meges doesn’t even bother arguing, tiredly putting a hand to her forehead.

Meges: “Fine, as long as I’m the one watching over Nala, it doesn’t really matter I suppose… Even though it is our job…”

Terra looks at you, gives the leash another tug, and smiles. You can feel the skin underneath starting to get irritated from the repeated ****. She then turns away, leaving Meges’ statement completely uncontested, and quickly walks to the exit, undoubtedly happy to be going.

Terra: “Come on! Let’s go.”

She pulls the leash sharply as she says this. For a split second you wonder if she might have an ulterior motive, then it dawns on you.

She’s trying to keep us separate!

…She’s not going to let me get anywhere near Annabel…

...DAMN her!

As Terra leads you further from the pick-up location, you try to look back and catch a glimpse of Annabel, but the mass of people makes this impossible. Meges and Nala move past the crowd and out of sight as well. You walk between the guards and back through entryway, Terra guiding you all the while. You emerge back onto the street which seems to be as busy as ever.

Terra: “Well, I guess I should show you to your new home, huh?”

She gives you an overly friendly smile, and you look away.

Terra: “Awww, don’t be like that. You’ll love it!”

You: “…”

You don’t give her the satisfaction of a response.

Terra: “You still mad about the arm thing?”

You remain silent and she takes this as confirmation. She throws her arm around your neck again, then uses her hand to caress your injured shoulder that sits opposite from her.

Terra: “C’mon, you're being petty! ...I mean, it wasn’t even me who shot the arrow in the first place!”

As you walk together, Terra idly traces her finger around the wound, making several small circles, before continuing to speak.

Terra: “In fact, you could really even say it was all your fault! …You just looked so ****… You practically **** me to step on it!”

This bitch is insane!

She waits for you to speak but you refrain from doing so. Terra looks a little disappointed, but this only lasts a second or two before she quickly dismisses it, seemingly more interested in something else. Terra uses her free hand to lazily yang at your leash, goading you to look her in the eye.

She examines you absentmindedly.

Terra: “You know… this whole time I’ve been thinking… you seem kinda delicate and girly…”

She stops messing with your shoulder and runs her hand through your hair a couple times before playfully tousling it, though she doesn’t give the leash any slack.

She lets a few seconds pass by as she looks at you, but you do your best to keep ignoring her.

Terra finally seems to move on and allows the leash to slip from her hand a bit, giving you some breathing room.

Say whatever you want, I’m not going to let it get to me... Once we get to wherever we’re going, I’ll need to come up with a plan of escape.

…I just need to bear with her with her in the meantime…

You walk together in silence for a moment, then Terra shuts her eyes and lets out a disgruntled sigh,

Terra: “AUGH… I'm sick of walking around all day... I really need something to take this edge off... but Meges’ll kill me if I break another Sow in before they even get back…”

Terra pauses, as if expecting you to happily provide her with a solution.

THAT ISN’T MY PROBLEM.

You both continue on your way when out of nowhere Terra snaps her fingers, apparently having a sudden epiphany.

Terra: “AHA! ...I just had a fantastic idea! ...How about we have a little housewarming party?”

She doesn't wait for your reply, not that you were planning on giving her one.

Terra: “Oh, I'm sure it’ll be fun for us both! Trust me!”

She gives you a chilling grin.

Terra: “...Maybe it’ll even make you feel… a bit more… Relaxed...”

What does that mea-

Before you can even comprehend the intent behind her words, Terra’s arm had already moved. Her hand slithers down your back and into your loincloth, where she grips you from behind. Your heart skips a beat as her middle finger presses against your puckered anus. Your eyes widen in horror causing her to smirk all the more.

You: “WHA- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?”

You desperately struggle, doing your best to get away from her, but she doesn’t allow you any freedom. Then, without pausing for even a moment she pushes her slender finger against the tension, sending a shiver up your spin and eliciting an involuntarily groan. Your mind races for a few moments and without intending your thoughts rush to that distinct memory of her cock, in all its enormity.

Terra: “Look at you!”

She sneers,

Terra: “So accepting…”

Terra slowly and deliberately slides her finger deeper inside you, sinking bit by bit into your warmth. She then smoothly slips another of her fingers in alongside the first to give it some company.

You let out a ragged gasp.

She breathes into your ear, giving you goosebumps,

Terra: “I can already tell… you were made for this! ...”

She pulls you toward her, further startling you, then gestures up the street toward two people who are walking your way. A dark-skinned Tribeswoman and her beautiful female partner. Every action of theirs seems to reflect the depth of their intimacy. The way they affectionately lean against each other. The words they share. The looks they cast one another. The way the Amazon’s hand rests behind the woman, keeping her close.

As they pass you by, Terra smirks,

Terra: “…Keep looking…”

You do as you are told, and soon see it for what it is.

From the back you can see that the Amazon is actually aggressively feeling up the woman, causing her dress to ride up in an incredibly depraved manner. The Tribeswoman hungrily rubs at the pale smoothness of her partner’s supple inner thighs. The woman offers absolutely zero resistance, seemingly giving in willfully. She allows the Amazon’s advances even as she boorishly shifts her threadbare panties aside to revealing the seductive slit that lay between her legs. The woman pushes herself longingly into her partner's embrace, **** to give her greater ease of access. Then the dress falls from its precarious perch and drapes over the entire scene. Still, the rapid movements underneath her clothing say more than enough. As you look at the ground to avert your eyes, you see that they’ve left a small trail of bodily fluid on the walking path, which glistens with the light of the Sun.

Terra roughly pushes her hand forward, deeper into you.

Terra: “Right now, that futa is probably taking her mate back to her hut... where they'll fuck like rabbits…”

Terra moves her fingers within you, probing around as if looking for something.

Terra: “You should see the slutty face you're making right now... You’re no different than that filthy Sow! …You want it… Don’t you?”

You: “Sto-”

She finds what she was looking for and sharply presses into it. Your words catch in your mouth and this time you let out a loud, unrestrained moan. Your legs begin to weaken. She continues messaging your hole until she’s able to make room for a third finger, at which point you’re practically standing on your tiptoes. You feel a tightness within your chest, your heart hammering inside.

...I'm... Just like...

...Just like her...

...Just like... that Sow...

Terra whispers to you,

Terra: “Normally we futas take females partners… Most find men unappealing... But there isn’t any ironclad rule preventing us from bedding a male… Meges might be a little disappointed in me, but we can just keep this our secret… Right?”

You try to get your mind to work.

You: “I… I’ll tell her everything! You’ll regret it!”

You say this hoping to frighten her, but Terra only smirks in response.

Terra: “Oh, I bet number three would also love to hear about this, huh?”

You: “…Anna…”

Again, she pushes against something within you and you feel an erection beginning to form. Terra’s three fingers continue to explore your rectum, going further and further, until finally they slide to a rest at the base of her knuckles, your sphincter wrapping snugly around them. An obscene slurping noise can be heard as it clenches, and releases, accompanied by the occasional involuntary moan. Then Terra speaks once more.

Terra: “So that's her name... I’ll be sure to remember it...”

It doesn’t take you long to realize what she's after.

Terra: “How about this?... If you submit to me... Maybe I won’t lay my hands on her… On your Anna I mean…”

She starts to slowly pull her fingers back out, then roughly pushes them in once more, her palm loudly slapping against your ass.

You: “N… n… o...”

Your protest only comes out as a weak little whimper. Terra feigns surprise.

Terra: “Oh? ...Then you'd like me to fuck her instead? ...”

She increases the speed of her strokes, using the full length of her middle finger to penetrate you. Your backside begins to sting from the repeated spank of her hand, and yet... strangely... It doesn't feel terrible.

You: “Nn… OOO!”

You sputter out your denial.

Terra: “Ha! Then I guess you really do want it up the ass that badly, huh? ...I wonder what she would think about that...”

You can feel tears burn your eyes, both from shame and anger.

You: “…no… don't...”

Terra glowers at this, speaking harshly,

Terra: “You’re being so selfish… But here’s the thing… You don’t get to make the decisions… So, I think I’ll have my way with you until Anna gets here… If you've made a half decent cock sleeve, then I’ll leave her alone… But… If your holes don't quite scratch the right itch… Well then, I might need to spend some quality time with Anna... Really teach her what it means to be a proper breeding Sow…”

You can only let out a whimper as she thrusts her hand violently against your backside one final time, then unceremoniously withdraws it, leaving you gaping.

Terra: “Here.”

She offers her hand to you, the three middle fingers glistening. You’re dumbstruck.

Terra: “Clean them.”

You try to shrink back, disgusted, but she doesn’t let you.

Terra: “Get to it!”

Terra forces her fingers into your mouth, causing a bit of drool to leak out and down your chin.

She chortles happily,

Terra: “Ahaha! That’s good! …Use your tongue some more… Oh, and if you bite, you’re dead... You’ll have to kiss Anna goodbye forever…”

…Why…

…Why am I…

... OH GOD!

You almost retch from your own taste, but hold it in.

Terra praises you for this.

Terra: “…The way you’re sucking them clean... you’re being very thorough… make sure you get in between them too while you’re at it…”

You feel compelled to obey.

After you tend to her hand for a while she pulls back, leaving your tongue searching. Long strands of saliva connect your lips to the tips of her fingers. Your mouth drips with spittle. You open your eyes. You had apparently shut them without knowing.

Terra: “See, look at you! …You must’ve really liked that huh?”

You mind caves inwardly.

She wipes her fingers clean on your side, taking advantage of your speechless stupor.

Terra: “Well, we should be there any moment now! …God, I’m tired of walking...”

You simply hang your head, prompting Terra to pinch your cheek to get your attention as if you were a small child or an idiot.

Terra: “You're quiet now… but I’ll have you screaming at the top of your lungs when we get there... Just you wait…”

She thinks momentarily,

Terra: “…Or maybe you’ll be too busy with your mouth to speak… hmmm, so many choices~”

Her last words provide you a hallow sentiment,

…Choices? …

…But... all of them… No matter which one I choose or have **** upon me…

…All of them... are horrid… repulsive… unavoidable…

…There’s nothing I can do…

…I’m… I’m going to have to accept it…

...That… THING... into me…

...OH, FUCK!...

The thought causes your backside to convulse a few times, as it tries to slowly close itself once more.

…That whole THING…

Your heart flutters and this scares you.

W… Why am I feeling… this way?

…What the hell is wrong with me?!

You don’t want to admit it to yourself, but you can feel a mounting sense of excitement.

That desire only grows as you walk on together with her, until finally you both reach a large gateway, pass through it into an exotic garden and arrive at the entryway to an immaculate looking mansion, sculpted from the ground up by handcrafted masonry, chiseled with incredible detail.

Terra: “Welcome home. Now get inside.”

Terra stands by the immense doorway and half turns toward you to speak. You had been lagging behind, both distressed by your thoughts and distracted by the scenery.

She turns to fully face you. In one hand she still holds your leash, and in the other she tends to the already growing bulge between her legs.

Terra: “… Or… Would you like it if I make you my bitch right here on the doorstep... I can do that if you want?”

She pulls sharply on your leash and you fall to your knees. Her cock's semi erect form begins to rise out from behind her loincloth. Your pulse quickens.

…This is really happening huh?...

Terra: “Well... Will this be a public event?... Or private one? ...I don't mind either way... You really seemed to get off to what we did earlier…”

You attempt to speak,

You: “I…I…”

Your voice wavers then breaks off.

I need to appease her…

...I need to… satisfy... her…

It's to keep Anna safe…

…Only to keep… Anna safe…

…Anna…

You make a conscious effort to assert this as the one and only reason.

Having been completely emasculated, you stumble to your feet and submissively follow her inside.