To their camp at the edge of the forest.

The woodsmen led their prisoners to the edge of the woods, where they had constructed a camp the size of a small village. The log buildings included a crude church, a tavern, and a three-story tower – the home of the wizard they’d mentioned?

Shairi and Verima were led to what passed for the main square. One of the larger buildings had a roofed patio in front. There, a dozen wood elf women were tied to a post by ropes attached to collars round their necks. They were all naked, their bodies on public display. They were stained with cum, and several were obviously pregnant. All had a detached blankness in their eyes.

This was the fate that the loggers had in mind for Verima, and possibly Shairi herself. It seemed that they were collecting female wood elves to use as fuck toys, rather than employing whores the way a normal camp like this would. In fact, two of the women were being fucked right then, in full view of the street. They didn’t resist.

The whole tableau was overseen by a woman in a sensible dress, who sat on a chair by the prisoners, reading a book. She looked up and nodded approvingly as the woodcutters tied their new elf to the post. Each of the men selected one of the prisoners and began to fuck them, without any shame or hesitation.

“What about that one?” the woman asked the woodsmen’s leader as he thrust his cock into the struggling Verima’s arsehole. She was pointing at Shairi.

The logger grinned. “She’s a real slut. Doesn’t need to be tied up, she wants a good hard cocking. But the elf witches did something to her so she can’t get anything stuck in her cunt. Hey, Reyel, while we’re reaming these sluts, why don’t you take her over to see the priest or the wizard, see what they can do for her.”

“Alright,” the woman said calmly, closing her book. “She’ll need a dress, though.”

“Why?” said the woodsman, obviously **** to see Shairi’s naked form covered.

“If she’s walking around in the camp, she needs a dress,” the woman insisted. “It’s only decent.” Shairi thought this was an odd sentiment from a woman overseeing a harem of fuck-slaves, but she didn’t say so as she was led into the building.

She put on the dress she was given. She noted that the woman, Reyel, was glancing at her body with clear desire as she did so. The dress seemed to have belonged to a whore – it was cut low to show off Shairi’s modest cleavage, and ended above the knees. Naturally, it didn’t come with underwear.

As the woman led her off, Shairi wondered what to do. The simplest path would just be to knock the woman out and flee. But there was always the possibility that someone at the camp really would be able to remove the spell on her holes. And, although she didn’t owe Verima or her kind anything, she felt a bit sorry for those wood elf women who were just being treated as holes for fucking.