The Chief lays down the law

Soon the time for the event came around. Before they left for the breeding tent, the Chief made Sue put on a flimsy outfit that had a most important addition; the power-stopping coller..

When they arrived, the tent was already full up. Frogs and other tribemembers were gathered around and loud croaks and shouts filled the air. Most of the voices fell silent as the Chief headed for his seat, Pointing to the spot next to him, he indicated where Sue should kneel, and then thumped his club on the floor.

A procession of frogmen came in from the side, each leading a woman . Dorma was there flanked by both of the warriors. The procession went to the center of the tent and faced the Chief.

The Chief stood and swept his gaze over the slaves. 'Welcome slaves to our village! And yes, you are all slaves. It doesn't matter who you were or how you came to be here, you are now our property. You have no rights except what we chose to let you have and your life will be one of servitude. You will cook, clean, weave, bear and raise our tadpoles." The Chief grinned at the horrified looks of the women. "Disobey or try to escape, and you will be beaten. Try our paitence to much and you will be killed."

The Chief ran his fingers over the carvings of his club and continued. "If you obey and work well, you may in time become tribesmembers and be free to stay or go. But when and if that ever happens is up to your masters. And for now you are slaves." He then gestured to the frogs in the center of the tent. "These are your masters. You will obey them, and your first task is to breed with them." The Chief sat back on his chair. "Begin!" He croaked.