To the victor...

The first thing the three companions did was strip the bandits of all their clothes and belongings.

“They’re property now, girls. They don’t need things.” Jenna explained.

Properly naked, Yadra had one of the alpha bandits crawl on a leash all the way to their hideout so Jenna could look for anything of value. Sadly, they’d just sold most of their loot off to a merchant. That included both material goods and the captives they’d taken from previous acts of banditry. They split the six silver coins they found evenly amongst themselves, but that was the greatest of the haul.

It was more money than Alea had ever seen in one place in her life, but Yadra and Jenna both seemed disappointed.

“This vest has a noble insignia on it. Even if it just belonged to a servant of a noble house, they should have had gold on them! Just our luck, poor bandits!” Jenna complained.

It was a common tactic for bandits to kidnap most of their victims and slowly fuck them and break them until they reached such a deep level of submission and beta-ness that nobody would recognize them at the **** auctions.

There were even stories of nobles being sold off as betas to their old enemies, or even their own houses after going missing during a bandit raid. By that point, they were too sluty to do anything but slobber on futa cock and obediently obey their alphas, and so they spent the rest of their lives as betas and very rarely regained their former status.

“Damn. I was hoping we’d get lucky and rescue somebody important.” Jenna said. “The rest of this stuff is just junk. It seems they already spent all their money on **** and fucking betas at a brothel to power up.”

Yadra gave the bandit crawling at her feet a harsh slap on the rump. “Shameful! Not saving any goodies for your new mistress. That’s okay though, I’ll take it out of your ass when we hit the road again.”

Though the other two didn’t really want to bother, Alea had grown up poor. There were no gold, gems, or even decent weapons besides what the bandits had been carrying, but just the used clothes they had kicking around tripled the quality of Alea’s wardrobe.

There was also a backpack filled with medical supplies and pill making equipment. It resembled a set Alea had seen on a traveling apothecary, and Alea had a hunch these had been the property of that beta before she’d had an unfortunate bandit encounter. If that were the case, she’d be more useful with her tools.

With nothing left to loot, it was time to get back on the road. Soon enough, there were two dizzy alphas and a squirming beta all tied up and loaded onto the wagon, all stripped naked.

Jenna apparently knew her knots, because she had wasted no time in binding their hands to their ankles in a way that Yadra strongly approved of. The two alphas had humiliated looks on their faces as they were immobilized face-down ass up, leaving all the important bits available for easy access.

Of the three of them, the beta seemed the most content with this series of events. She quickly fell asleep, despite the unusual positioning. Based on the marks on her body, she was no stranger to being bound.

“Your family sells stuff, Jenna.” Alea turned to her childhood friend-cum-beta. “What are these clothes worth?”

“Honestly, we rarely bother with selling one-off used goods. Most of these look like travel clothes for nobility. Probably taken off of previous victims. Too bad we missed them. Nobels always fetch more, whether at ransom or the **** markets. Honestly, I think you should just keep those clothes for yourself.”

“They’re a little… extravagant for my taste.” Alea replied sheepishly.

Jenna shrugged. “Get used to it. Clothes make the futa. You want to make a good impression if you’re going to get accepted to the Throbbing Immortal Fist School.”

“I guess you’re right. But why is everything so colorful?” Alea dusted off a royal purple vest and folded it.

“I think color suits you. Besides, dyed clothes are in fashion. Nobody wants to be monotone brownish-white if they can afford a color other than plain leather or linen.” Jenna said as she fawned over Alea's new dresses. She held them up, as though imagining how Alea would look wearing them.

“Hey girls!” Yadra yelled from the other corner of the wagon, where the rhythmic thumping of flesh on flesh could be heard. Yadra’s robust, naked form glistened in the sunlight. Under her was one of the moaning bandits, who was looking considerably less alpha by the hour. “Quit doing laundry and help me get some work done!”

“You call that work?” Alea raised an eyebrow.

“Hell yeah! I’m improving the quality of our goods! Most buyers don’t want an ugly dog-faced bandit sucking them off. They want a nice soft beta obedient kneeling and begging for cock!”

“Yadra’s trained a few criminals to make good house pets before. She’s as well versed in the art of breaking an alpha as a country village alpha can be.” Jenna explained.

“Well, then…” Alea could feel her dick already getting hard in anticipation. As if realizing somebody was thinking about her, the beta sneezed in her sleep, causing her ass to jiggle adorably. “I suppose I might as well lend a hand.”