The horse stables

"Where are you going? Shouldn't we follow our masters and mistresses inside?" Silvia asked Hilda's retreating buttocks.

"Of course not," Hilda replied, "slaves mustn't sleep in the same quarters as their masters. That's the rule, I think." Hilda had begun to think maybe she should have done more research on **** ettiquette before agreeing to become a goblin's naked beast of burden, but you can't change the past. Best to keep moving forward, and it just so happened that forward was in the direction of the paddocks where travellers at the inn kept their horses and carts.

The inn worker caring for the paddocks, a strapping young man with sandy blonde hair and a freckled complexion, stared dumbfounded at the human and drow women crawling past him into the stables. He didn't even have the presence of mind to ask them what they were doing, much less stop them. Hilda sauntered past him with all the confidence of a prized racehorse before plopping her magnificent ass into the muddy ground and sitting politely with her hands on the ground. Silvia followed her lead, and both women sat politely like dogs waiting for their master's next command.

The attendant's mouth fell open in shock. Two completely naked women had waltzed right into his workplace and were now staring at him expectantly, like they wanted him to do something. He had several ideas of what he'd like to do, but all of them were things he'd never expected to do in his waking life. "Um, can I help you two, uh, ladies?"

"Thank you, sir." Hilda replied, shaking her dirty hair from her face. "We apologize for not having bridles and sadles, but if you'd be so kind as to find something to tie us to the stables, we'd appreciate it." She knew it would be improper for a steed to be untethered in the paddocks, so she had to take the initiative to fix that herself.

The stableworker's pants were fighting desperately to restrain his erection. He kept his mouth shut as he slowly grabbed two lengths of rope and walked towards his wildest dreams coming true. Hilda sat up straight and tilter her head forward to indicate where she was to be collared. The stableboy tied the rope around her neck and tied the other end to the gate on the stable, before doing the same to Silvia. Unfortunately, the rope was a tad too short to reach from Silvia's neck to the top rung of the gate, so the drow had to crawl out of the back corner where she'd been sitting awkwardly and lean against the gate in order to be leashed.

Hilda hummed to herself. The rope was coarse and itchy against her skin, clearly meant for a creature with fur instead of bare flesh. With every new development she felt more degraded and reduced, which only made her hornier. She closed her eyes and indulged in all her sluttiest, subbiest fantasies coming true; being enslaved, collared, ridden like a horse, made to eat off the ground, forbidden from clothing, and constantly looked down upon. Never mind that she'd done most of those things to herself.

Silvia, meanwhile, was having similar thoughts as she rubbed her exposed clit against the wooden posts of the stable. She was back at the bottom of the hierarchy, maybe even lower than she'd been in the Underdark. Yet for some reason it seemed so perfect that she didn't want to change it. Was it Hilda? Had she been so completely seduced by this human that she unquestioningly followed her every move? She glanced at the pudgy human, sitting on her haunches in the mud, and bit her lowere lip. How she wanted to ravage that body again, to taste the forbidden fruits between her loins. Sure, she was a ****, but wasn't debasing herself what a **** was supposed to do?

Hilda's gaze caught Silvia's, and Hilda blushed at her companion's "come hither" expression. Being tied to close to the pole, Silvia couldn't approach Hilda herself, so Hilda had to make the first move. What a filthy thought; making love to this dark elf beauty while lying in the dirt and grime, completely naked and exposed to anyone who happened to pass by. It was too good to be true! Hilda could resist no longer, and slowly crawled to Silvia's expectant eyes and placed their lips together.