The Road to Verdahead

After the party had agreed to accept the Brigadier's offer of hospitality, Jerry had wanted to use fast travel to arrive with Haste. Chloe, Zoe, Sasha, and Titania all told Jerry that that was a terrible idea and that what they are supposed to do is send a messenger ahead to announce their impending arrival, then arrive an hour or three later, traveling at a leisurely pace with the expectation of occasionally stopping to trade or accept monster battle challenges from roadside ring fights.

When Jerry extracted his dire wolves from the inn's containment can, he was shocked to discover that both of his bitches had given birth to new offspring. The dire wolf Jerry had fucked produced another pure-bred dire wolf, the other bitch had been coupled with an earth-type creature and had produced a terra-wolf mongrel. Jerry was given the option of paying a half-chain each to claim the offspring or to leave them in the can for the alchemists to collect for rending.

When they materialized in the booth, both wolves had been temprocelerated through their pup and youngling forms inside of the device and were released from the can into the material plane as young nubiles freshly come of age. Jerry did not think about how one of his new wolves looked awfully familiar, his mind actively avoiding thoughts about how in her humanoid form that the dire wolf bitch looked an awful lot like she could be his sister, or anything else related to him. "You, **** bitch." said Jerry to his new dire-wolf. "Tell the brigadier that you are a gift with a message. Let him know that we are on our way and will be arriving shortly, once the message is delivered, you will belong to him." Jerry placed his hand on the girl's head and imbued her with a Haste enchantment, then sent the bitch off with a slap of her ass.

Jerry had assumed that the carriage would be pulled by his dire wolf team, but Freynika had bought a team of thoroughbred centaurs for the carriage and insisted that not only would they look better, but also that they had more speed, power, and endurance than some low level wild wolves.

The party was ready to go. The centaurs had been hooked to their harnesses, which involved nipple-rings and the twins were already aboard when Jerry heard a CRACK followed by a familiar voice crying out in pain. "AAAAHHAHAHAH PLEASE!!! Forgive me I. AAHHHHHHH." Jerry heard along with another CRACK. Jerry flash stepped to the source of the sound where he saw Abby Rodent tied to a post, her back torn open and bloody with fresh whip marks. A portly man in a stetson was winding up to give Abby another lash when he suddenly found his hand immobilized in Jerry's grip.

"Excuse me, just wondering what this commotion is over. This young lady was nothing but charming and attentive to her duties." said Jerry.
"I leave her in charge for the evening shift I come in to find the sheriff and a posse of his daddy's hundred toughest killers. When I ask the little runt of a rodent what happened? Foreign spies attacking guests, and jumped up verdas let off the leash upsetting the regulars. She should just be grateful that alchemists pay so little for demi-humans, I am sure that after a few years busted back to toilet attendant, our little Abby might be able to work her way back to floor scrubber. Especially with a couple of scars to remind her that slaves who fuck up get fucked up."

The man struggled to break out of Jerry's grip. Jerry let the innkeeper go, but not before asking. "What is she worth?"

"Pardon, sire?" the innkeeper asked as he massaged feeling back into his wrist.
"What do I have to pay you to stop whipping the poor girl and give her to me?" asked Jerry.
"It is a flat fee of six chains for a class D staff member. I am sorry, wish I could charge you less. I know it is highway robbery when you can buy two just like her for a chain and a half on market day. But I am just the day manager and the policy was set way before Stoneford's new mayor passed those reforms. If you really want this particular rodent, I cannot charge a single link less than two hundred sixteen, sorry." The manager was genuinely surprised when Jerry produced a ten chain note and told the manager to share the change with the staff. Jerry then ignored the man as he helped Abby down from the whipping post.

"It's going to be alright." said Jerry. Abby Rodent was silent as blood oozed from the fresh wounds that crisscrossed her back. "You are mine now, and I promise that no one is going to hurt you like that ever again."

***

The carriage that Freynika had bought for her Master used the same space warping magic that Local Inn franchises used to make their rooms bigger on the inside. The carriage that looked like it would barely squeeze in four people was the size of a house with a master bed and bathroom, four guest bedrooms with their own bathrooms, extra bathroom kitchen, lounge, and a luxury containment cube with integrated summoning tubes. Jerry's monsters could frolic and regenerate in an edenic paradise where time is stretched out to allow the chattel to prolong their enjoyment before they are summoned once more to attend in any room of the mobile villa.

Most of Jerry's menagerie were enjoying their off time outside of the material plane in a reality constructed for their health and enjoyment. The cobbler, tailor, dressmaker, and stylist had been summoned to the lounge by the ladies so that they could have clothes prepared that were stylish, tasteful, and classy. They all agreed that it was important to dress to impress when dealing with a family like the Valwaaroos. Jerry offered to use his Clothes Beam, and Chloe, Zoe, Sasha, and Titania all insisted that Jerry get measured for a series of custom suits, all of them of the belief that they would be able to tell the difference between hand crafted versus conjured clothing. Jerry was circumspect, his magic was really good, which Sasha backed him on, but the other three would not budge. "If you want the Brigadier to take you seriously, then you need to wear something real that is made for you by someone else." one of the twins had said.

After the measurements were taken, Jerry retreated to the master suite in the rear of the carriage. Relaxing in the king sized bed, Jerry realized that for the first time in what seemed like forever, he was actually alone. Jerry lay on top of his bed naked, took a deep breath, and tried to clear his mind and not think about the oddness of his situation and how alien this world he had arrived upon really was.

The fantasy stuff was easy to wrap his head around. Elves, magic, dragons, orcs, and demi-humans were all things that Jerry had been learning about since he was a pup from video games and novels. The thing of it was, Jerry had also learned as a pup that slavery was wrong. Yet, here he was in a world where people owning monsters is a necessity. Jerry accepted and understood that humans and monsters cannot co-exist without The **** Codes, either humans would exterminate all the monsters, which Jerry suspected was impossible, or the monsters would exterminate all the humans, an outcome Jerry saw as far more likely.

Jerry found it all the more complicated by the fact that they all seemed to prefer being a **** to the alternative, they liked being property, even the ones that did not have to be. They all kept saying 'it feels good to be a good ****.' and Jerry believed them. Maybe it is just the mind control magic that makes them want to be slaves, but what was it that Jenina had said about feelings being real no matter where they come from?

Jerry had not emptied all of the containment cards into the carriages decorative monster receptacle. Jerry turned Maylynn's card in his hand and stared at it, thinking about the person that the small square wafer contained. She was a person, Jerry understood that demis inherited a human conscience, just not human immunity to being bound magically. He also understood that her father, who was also a person, was a pugnacious git. She had the blank expression of someone who did not have a lot going on in the thoughts department. The back of the card read as something rather pathetic, a level one holstaur with no skills despite being entirely teachable, her only abilities being to eat grass and produce milk.

Jerry looked at the card and despite knowing that it contained a person, Jerry bring himself to see young Maylynn as someone worthy of dignity or respect. Here, alone, in his room, Jerry looked at the card that contained Isaac Valwaaroo's daughter and all he saw was a thing that was meant to be used, a toy with which he wanted to play. In a brief moment of self-awareness, Jerry knew that this should bother him and was surprised how little it did.

***

Maylynn felt herself drowning in darkness before falling back into the light. There was a disorientating moment where the nubile young holstaur was not sure which way was up and down. Then there was a bunch of colorful sparkles floating in the air and Maylynn was standing somewhere strange and unfamiliar in front of a naked human who after the initial shock wore off Maylynn recognized as Jerry, her Master.

The young holstaur's gaze was drawn to the long, thick, shaft of meat that extended from between his legs. Maylynn had never seen a human cock before, it was exciting and terrifying.

Maylynn felt herself yanked by the neck into the arms of her owner. The man leered at the teenager as his hands removed her top and began to grope her swollen, sensitive breasts. Maylynn whimpered and bit her lip as Master's hands pushed Maylynn to the edge of the line between pleasure and pain. "Tell me ****." Jerry played with the girl's nipples and enjoyed watching the girl's face seesawing between **** and ecstasy. "Are you in need of milking?"

"Yes, Master." said Maylynn in a pained voice. "It's been. Been too long. I need someone to. To drain. ahhh. drain me. It hurts and it is only going to get worse." The more Jerry played with the **** girl's milk filled mammaries, the more Maylynn's expression became one of pained agony. Maylynn had never had her tits licked before, so when Maylynn felt Jerry's lips around her nipple, experienced the sensation of her master's teeth on her tit, his tongue sliding warm and wet on her body, it was enough to make the girl's body shudder with release.

Warm, sweet, creamy milk filled Jerry's mouth. The holstaur's breasts gushed suddenly as the cow girl came, then the flow became steady. Jerry gorged himself as he listened to the cow girl make cooing and mewling noises. She looked so serene, Jerry thought, lying there in a post lactation bliss. Jerry decided that since he had tasted her milk, it was only fair that the holstaur get a taste of his.

Jerry pushed the girl down onto her knees and rubbed his cock along the girl's cheeks. Jerry could feel the girl's skin prickle up and form goose bumps. Jerry let out a laugh as he gently but firmly **** his erection down the holstaur's throat. Maylynn gagged on her owner's manmeat before figuring out to breathe through her nose while her mouth savored the taste of her owner's cock and balls. Jerry held the ****'s head firmly so that when he came, his semen had nowhere to go but down Maylynn's throat, though this did not stop some of Jerry's cum from coming out of her nose.

Jerry did not need time to refactor. He wanted more. Jerry grabbed Maylynn by the leash and pulled her to her feet, ignoring her coughing and heavy breathing, Jerry tossed his toy onto the bed and pulled her legs apart. "You are my ****." said Jerry.
"Yes, Master." said Maylynn, whimpering and shuddering from the excitement and terror of feeling her owner's hands on her inner thighs.
"I can do anything I want to you." said Jerry. teasing her clean shaven pubic region with only the smallest strip of hair styled into a cursive J.
"Yes, Master. I exist for your ahahahhh...." Maylynn felt it push inside of her. She felt herself stretched. It hurt so much. Each thrust Maylynn felt from her owner was tearing her open and touching her in places the nubile had never been touched before. It was world shattering. It was amazing. Maylynn cried out. The line between pain and pleasure was gone. The girl felt herself overcome with her owner's power as that power penetrated all her barriers and defenses."Oh Master. Yes. Master. Oh gods. oh Master. Oh gods Master. Oh Gooooooddds..." The dam burst and Maylynn was drawning in pleasure. But that was only the start.

Jerry had watched as the girl entered a state of rolling orgasms, her mind lost in an endless cascade of cuming. "Hey." Jerry gently slapped Maylynn's cheeks. "Stay focused."
"Harder. Master." said Maylynn.
"What?" asked Jerry.
"Slap me harder, Master. I am demi-human trash, you do not need to treat me like I am a real person. I know what I am." said Maylynn
"What is that?" asked Jerry.
"Someone who is supposed to suffer for her father's mistakes." said Maylynn.
"That is true. Does that bother you?" asked Jerry.
"Yes. But I am an inferior breed, tainted by anthro heritage, my opinions do not matter and should not exist in the first place." said Maylynn. Jerry slapped Maylynn again a little harder, then a little harder than that. Each SLAP SLAP to the girl's face caused her to cry out and moan louder. Jerry paced himself, gently caressing the **** girl's face, soothing her with magic songs and caresses that carried Healing before giving the girl the SLAP SLAP SLAP.
Maylynn had never imagined that something could hurt so good.

Jerry turned the girl around and enjoyed the CLAP CLAP sound her rear made from that position as well as the SMACK and mewling noises Maylynn made when spanked. As Jerry finished in her from behind, the Master lifted his **** by the neck with the ethereal leash before dropping her into a pile on the bed. "Good ****." said Jerry. "Very good, ****." Jerry watched the smile blossom across the girl's face. "Now. Get out." Jerry commanded punctuated by a slap to the girl's ass. "Into the tube with you, It is supposed to be nice in there. Get cleaned up and enjoy yourself." Just a second before the holstaur was about to close the tube door, Jerry said. "Wait. Tell me the truth. How do you feel? I command you to be honest."

Maylynn hesitated. "I feel happy, Master. I think this might be the happiest day of my life. Hearing you tell me that I am a good **** means more to me than I could have possibly imagined. My heart I am just overwhelmed by a heart filled with joy and I have you to thank for that, Master." said the **** girl before she vanished from the material plane and was welcomed into paradise.