Strip you (you should have guessed)

You begin to feel tugging on your shoulder and quickly look at what the old harpy that had held down your head is doing. You are joust in time to see her claw finish slicing like a knife thought the leather shoulder strap holding your chest plate to your back armour.

Before you know it another hag has reached it's talon over and cut through the strap on your other shoulder. And there are similar tugging all over your body.

"Wh-what are you doing?" You ask, embraced by how high pitched it sound, but you're really not in a good state of mind right now.

"We're taking look at the goods!" shrieks one of the older vultures Harpies.

"The goods! Kekeke!" repeat the Committee of vultures and chuckle meaningfully.

Your belt is already unbuckled. Fortunately, which ever Harpy had been kind enough not to tear right through it.

You feel you legs being released and you pull them instantly towards yourself. You resist the temptation to try to kick at any of the vulture Harpies. Although they had given you quite the scare, they hadn't actually harmed you yet, and you didn't want to see if that changed when there was bad blood between you.

The hags were quick to take advantage of your movements. two to the younger, toothed Vultures reach out their heads to bite at the waist of your trousers. Their grinning faces and beady eyes looking up at you on either sides of your waist are another nightmarish sight to add to your growing collection.

With a simultaneous yank they both pull your pants down over your bottom and begin to pull them over your thighs.

You buck in protest. "No please leave my pants on!" you plead.

"No can do." answers one of the vultures you recognise her as the one you first laid eyes on. "Little pretty boy is the most important good! Keke." She snickers along with a few others. You frown in confusion.

"It's as they say. What is the useless thing attached at the end of little pretty boy? Keke" Asks the vulture harpy, snickering sinisterly.

You shake your head not being able to think about solving riddles in your current situation.

"The man! KEKEKEKEKE! Shrieks the Vulture Harpy in answer. The Committee ov Vultures laughing even more uproariously at the joke.

You go pale. You hope that was a joke.

The vultures have gotten your pants over your knees. You clamp them together hopping to be able to buy some time for yourself. The young Vulture harpies only raise a claw to grasp you by the backs of your thighs and pins them to your clothed chest.

They lean heir body's over your thighs and drape the sagging breast on either side of your thighs.

If it had been beautiful women doing this to you or even real Harpy's you would have found this very arousing. But, the fact was that even if you tried to imagine the black feathers which ran down the two young Vulture Harpy's extending necks as hair. and blurred your vision so as to ignore the wrinkly skin. The fact was they were bother baring skeletal grins down at you even as their faces rose higher with the hem of your trousers between their teeth. There Necks extending like a telescope.

With a whoosh and the flap of great black wings your trousers where off you as were the two harpies as they fly up onto taller branches.

The Other harpies are quick to pounce on your now free legs and pin them spread against their own branch, at an upwards angle from your body. Your toes getting a good taste of the marshy breeze.

Now the only thing providing you any modesty is your undershirt which just barely covers your cock. Your underwear seems to have flown off with your pants. In fact you can, much to your embarrassment, see one of the younger hags holding the stained white cloth in one of her claws while she sniffs at it curiously.

Feeling much like a butterfly pinned to a wall you feel very **** and you begin too hyperventilate. Your chest heaving.

The first Vulture you'd seen hops over to your side. one of the other harpies giving way to her. Her bald head extends towards you as does the her wing.

"Now, now pretty boy. She comforts, the wrist of her wing wiping the sweat off your brow and gently trailing the feathers down your jaw.

"You have have been very good so far. We just want to have a little fun. Stay obedient and we'll make you feel good." she croons with her Harpy voice and you feel yourself calm. Blinking anxiously at her. She seemed to have quite some authority in this Committee of Vulture Harpies, and you speculate whether she is the matriarch.

"Now then, on to the final touch, kekek." She chuckles deviously. lowering her head she opens her mouth and baring her toothless gums. You crane your head down to try to see what she is about to do and freeze as the most monstrous tongue you've ever seen reveals itself.

It is every bit as knobby and bumpy as you had heard. It flexes, revealing that it can contract into one solid looking apendage or flatten out into a wide prehensile tongue. As you gaze down in shock at the thing extending from the smiling granny like face you see a something which looks like a long, flat nail fold out from underneath her tongue.

It hooks onto the collar of your undergarment. In a few tuggs and wrenches your collar rips, after which she easily pulls her head back leaving a growing tare in the wake of her sickled tongue. All the way down to your crotch.

A thrill of fear goes through you as you feel the very tip of that fabled serrated blade brush your penis.

Your shirt falls open.