Your Party

You meet your yet unnamed party in the tavern for breakfast:

Gary, a lvl 3 fighter and the oldest looking of your group.

Selile, a lvl 2 wizard, a young adult looking elf wizard but who knows how old elves really are.

Royal, a lvl 2 rogue, slim and in fitted leather armor.

The four of you make plans to travel out on a simple goblin hunting expedition to a camp that was scouted a couple days travel from town. Selile and gary give you advice on what to bring for a camping trip and soon you have a couple packed saddle bags, your new companions loading theirs onto their horses.

You glance up at your master who says, "Nice saddlebags, lets see if you'll be able to keep up with your new constitution."

"You're not going to carry me for this?" You whisper back incredulously.

"No" the voice replies into your mind "and if anyone asks why you aren't riding your horse you'll tell them it's because you don't deserve to."

Mortified, you start to follow your three new compatriots and your master as they canter slowly through town. Pretty quickly Selile asks why you're carrying everything and following your horse and you tell her it's because you don't deserve to ride him and not to worry about it.

She frowns down at you with a mix of confusion and pity, as the other two members of your party talk with one of the town guards at the gate, Selile hops off her horse. You feel your humiliation rise as she leans in a little and says, "does someone want to be the party's loot puppy? Between the outfit and the bags I'd say you're trying out for it." you gasp in a mixture of surprise and arousal at the sudden domineering look in your party member's eye. You feel her slip a smooth hand beneath the hem of your revealing dress, running a finger along your exposed slit, your juices soaking her finger and betraying the arousal you feel at your humiliation.

She pops the finger into your mouth and you eagerly suck it clean, your mind clouding and your body shuddering as she says "good slut"

Leaving you dripping, she hops back onto her horse, your own animal companion looks at you with contempt before walking forward without you, compelling you to follow, still carrying the bags you walk past the derisive looks of the town guards out onto your first adventure.