Becky and Liv are hauled into line

Emmaline wasn't granted the luxury of wondering what was going on. While the Chieftain barked his orders and subdued any dissenting Gnolls each in turn with a glare, Emmaline was busy pinned under his massive foot. She could hear the tension in his voice, but even more so she could feel it in the way his weight eased and intensified on her body. When the Chieftain responded with a particularly furious snarl to some sort of challenge issued by the Gnoll top Liv, the weight of his foot was so great against her back that Emmaline thought he might crush her by mistake. His claws dug into her all the while, and by the time the Chieftain finally pulled his foot away, apparently satisfied that whatever debate he was arguing was settled, Emmaline was certain that the five indentations left by his claws would still be clearly visible in the skin of her back.

"Please..." Emmaline interrupted herself with a coughing breath as the Chieftain's massive paw lifted her into the air by a grip around her waist. Having him off of her was an incredible relief, but Emmaline still needed a few moments of gasping recovery from being so offhandedly crushed. "We... if you understand me--I can... can handle you"

The Chieftain examined her curiously while she spoke, though Emmaline couldn't tell if his expression reminded her more of a hungry predator or of a mutt who had just been discovered a novel new toy. Either way, she didn't exactly feel very convincing. "You should... should just let them go," Emmaline **** a smile, her breath finally returning to her. Even if he couldn't understand her, she had to try! "Let them go, and I'll take care of you. I am quite good at this sort of thing, you know."

The oversized Gnoll made no response. Instead, he simply turned her in his hands. Emmaline was of average height, but as he casually rotated her in the air to face out toward the rest of the tribe, she felt rather tiny indeed. Now facing away from the Chieftain, Emmaline was given her first chance in quite a while to take in the sorry state of affairs. She didn't see Fuu, but Liv and Becky had both been brought forward. The pair were on their knees, seated next to one another with their hands pinned behind their heads, and their legs spread wide--a pose **** on them by the six or so Gnolls that stood around them as guards. The absolute humiliation of it was written across both of their faces, from Liv's indignant fury, to Becky's meek submission.

As she looked over them, Emmaline realized a couple of things. First, as helpless as they were, it didn't seem to matter how they responded. Liv looked angry enough to **** the first person she saw, but she was just as impotent and exposed as Becky next to her. Second was something Emmaline rather wished had escaped her gaze. With both of her friends kneeling as they were, legs splayed wide open, Emmaline just couldn't help but glance downward, and when she did so she was greeted by the sight of her friends' bare pussies. Their wetness was obvious, both women glistening with arousal even from so far away.

Emmaline swallowed. The presence of the Gnolls was already effecting them, clearly. There was some chance Becky might have been into this sort of thing, but Liv? Emmaline had no doubt that the sniper was even more furious about her arousal than what was about to happen to her... Emmaline only wished she was in any sort of position to savor that indignant look on her face.