Dark, with a stench like a punch in the nose, and an ominous feel. This place certainly wasn’t a nice looking establishment, and most of the slaves cowered near the entrance, waiting for their eyes to adjust before they moved in further to the darkness. But, the creatures within didn’t need to adapt, for darkness was all they knew, and they moved in. The men were attacked, biting and scratching while the women were dragged away into the corner, screaming and flailing as they did. But Estaria, delivered a mighty blow to the man trying to drag her off, and the crunch of bone and splatter of blood gave everyone pause.

“Enough. Anyone who touches without consent gets to deal with me” Estaria warned. SHe could do nothing about FIlnon, but here at least she could bring some order. THere were growls, snarls and half-spoken words of anger, but only one other came at her, and the clatter of his teeth across the floor convinced the rest not to mess with her.

The next hour was spent sorting everyone out. In true Captain fashion, Estaria took control and instilled discipline with an iron fist and and overwhelming presence. It was easier to do that than it was to think about why she was dealing with bedraggled rapists instead of her actual men. Though, it was not to last, as an hour later the door opened and Filnon was there, swinging the cuffs around her finger with a broad smile on her face.

“Finally sorted all that out. Can’t tell you how much of a faff it was to get you in my house” she spoke as she walked over to Estaria, cuffed her up, and dragged her out. Through the streets in what she was wearing, and all chained up to boot, was not the most dignified. And, she knew order was going to break down when they realized Estaria wasn’t going to come back. Would they be more vicious for her attempts to fix things? Did it really matter anymore?

And then she arrived at the home. Not a very large thing, but this whole place was more a clutter of buildings around a dock rather than a true city. It was here she came face to face with a new girl. Cute thing, two Long ponytails dyed pink made quite the shocking display before you noticed the thick heavy-looking collar, sexual corset and swishing horse tail behind her. Legs cut off at the knee and became some sort of horse legs. The legs were muscular and well toned, though the rest of her scantily clad body was slender and demure, somewhat of a clash between inordinately sized breasts with metal studs in, but they really did suit her. And the Hazel eyes almost seemed out of place with the rest of her.

“Hello Ceal~ How is my little pony?” Filnon dragged Estaria up to the woman and gave her a kiss that had the pony girl melting.

“S-s-she is good, Mistress” This strange blend of woman and beast, far more smoothly and far more elegantly than any Beastman she had seen, was clear evidence of the Dark Elves insidious tampering. Filnon hefted one of the woman’s breasts, before looking back to Estaria and grinning.

“This is your new friend, Estaria. Take care of her like a sister, would you?” Filnon asked, kissing what exposed neck was left above the collar. Ceal shuddered with pleasure - clearly having been here long enough to be totally indoctrinated to FIlnon - and nodded, though it was more of a slight head-jerk from the way the collar restricted her.

Finally, Filnon turned back to Estaria with a grin and addressed the look of askance on her face.

“I picked up Ceal a few years ago and used her as a pet for all kind of experiments. She was such a good little toy, I decided to keep her at the end of it. Besides, she’s tasty. Though the experiments did leave her with certain, problems” Filnon cupped her mouth around one of the nipples and suckled, electing deep moans of intense pleasure from the cute hoofed girl. Estaria wondered what they were, but looking down, the underwear she was wearing was strangely padded. Like the swaddling of young babes yet to control their body…..

“You….aren’t going to do that to me, are you?” Estaria asked, really….really wanting to avoid turning out like this bimbo. Filnon finished drinking from the teet and then turned back and shook her head.

“Na, this girl is special. A little twisted, very masochistic. Half of these modifications were her own desire. I just indulged her because it sounded really fun to do. And it was~” Filnon molested Ceal to the sound of moans some more, and then finally walked over and grabbed Estaria, dragging her off by her collar with one hand, and Ceal with the other. Ceal had a strange way of walking, each step brought her knee up to her waist like a trotting horse. Guess it wasn’t just visual…

Taken to a dressing room, Estaria was caught in a whirlwind of motion, and watched as Filnon, with her unnatural elven grace, and assisted by Ceal, flitted about the room, stripping her naked and then painting Estaria’s face, styling her hair with what she could manage with the short crop, and then dressing her in a criss-cross sash of such sheer material she might as well not wear anything. Coupled with the silk underwear that was so tight she was showing everything, even through it. Though she couldn’t deny she did look good, with the blush and red lips accenting her own crimson hair and eyes - the eyes that got her in trouble from cruel children, when she was a child. The silk was also red, though the sash was so sheer colour was hard to see.

“I look like a whore” Estaria commented bluntly.

“I’m going to get you in the arena, and arena fighting is as much showmanship as it is murdering the other guy. So you gotta look the part. You have to have an appearance that stands out. And looking at you, you really stand out” Filnon’s hands stroked across Estaria’s abs, and something about those fingers made her heart thump. She did mention a blessing...The fingers then slid up, and with sudden alacrity, slipped into Estaria’s mouth. “Besides, I don’t pay you for this” the fingers - which crackled and sparked as her tongue touched them, an intense taste filled her buds - slid backwards, until they were in the back of her mouth, and Estaria gagged, coughing and spluttering to clear the obstruction. But that look on Filnon’s face made it clear that if she tried to pull them out by breaking the cuffs, the collar was going to have her on her knees.

So - with whining from the pony in the corner - she struggled, watching herself splutter and spit, face slowly changing colour as she choked from Filnon’s fingers. And the second hand slipped down, playing with her crotch through the silk panties. Between the great taste of her fingers in her mouth, and the tormenting going on, making a wet spot around her tight silken underwear, Estaria was losing mental control of the situation. Possibly due to asphyxiation, but Filnon was clearly well versed in torturing a person without hurting them at all. And Estaria was unable to handle the methods she was putting forward. Just being pushed forward with the inexorable march of an avalanche. Further and further, her vision slowly going gray and her body quickly heating up. The silk panties could handle the release as she finally climaxed. At that moment, she could breath again, but nearly passing out along with the intense orgasmic pleasure was certainly not a state in which she could stay standing, and so she was on the floor, spluttering and gasping deeply. Gods, her panties were soaked, and Filnon would expect her to still go out in them.

“You might have some reservations about this, but I control your body, mind and soul. Just gotta get used to that fact” Filnon whispered in Estaria’s ear, before forcing a yelp out with a harsh spank. “I’ll give you five minutes, then we are going to the arena~” Filnon then left with Ceal, and Estaria was ditched on the floor to gasp and pant. The time passed in an eyeblink, and Filnon returned to force her to her feet and drag her over to the arena. The cuffs were taken off, and she was forced into a communal waiting room, where a group of terrified men were standing around, being handed weapons by a bored looking teenaged Druchii. There was already the stench of urine in the air, and the eyes that fell upon her were ones of despair and disgrace. They just saw what Estaria did. A painted whore - her soaked panties didn’t help there at all - here to look good while she died. Though Estaria had no desire to die today. She wondered if she could take command in this outfit, or if this whole look was designed to a point she couldn’t. Estaria wouldn’t put it past Filnon to counter act as many tricks and skills as possible.

And just to make things worse, a new icon had popped up.

Religious Oppression: In the land of an enemy God, your God’s touch is far away. Negate bonuses from God’s blessing

This day was just getting better and better. Losing twenty stats in strength and Constitution as well as the bonus damage for heavily wounded individuals would not go down well. And just to top everything off, Estaria was handed a pair of chains with blades on the end. Apparently called a Wrathflail, the whole contraption looked complex and not something that she was going to be able to wield if she was alone. Surrounded by scared and timid men, she would be better served using her fists. Giving them a few practice swings, she definitely needed to practice with them. Instead, she just held them by the chain near the blade and wrapped that around her fists. Makeshift stabbing weapons, but better than what she had.

“So, nobody has any experience, I take it?” Estaria asked. The ones not too far gone they were whimpering for something incoherent looked at her, and were put off answering by the fact that Es still looked like a whore. “No, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?” she sighed, and then the door opened, and the opposing side’s door also opened. From the other side, a dozen jacked up hounds burst from the gate, snapping and snarling, having been modified by the Elves for better killing. And a dog was pretty good at killing to begin with. The sight was enough to send half the people around her into outright hysterics, though a few others were overcome with fear in another way and rushed wantonly into the horde, swinging their weapon with reckless abandon and being pulled down and ripped open, claws and teeth disemboweling them with vicious intensity. It was this mass of useless bastards that Estaria had to deal with, and deal she did, with quite an invigorating move.

One hound lept at her and she drove the blade deep into it’s skull with a powerful uppercut, knocking it into the air and then delivering a skull-crushing kick to a second. Around her, men were being ripped apart by the hounds, but that was the idea. They wanted to make her feel weak, to feel powerless against these beasts. And so she would prove otherwise. Turning to the hounds that were mauling the men, she used the blade provided and sliced them open, each strike splitting open a hound. She could do nothing for the ones who were already clawed to the bone, with guts spilling out and throats chewed off, but she could kill. And kill she did, rending these creatures limb from limb until nothing remained. Maybe two, or three of the slave warriors were left, and clearly this was meant to be a butchering rather than any actual fight. Looking around at the crowd, she saw stunned but amused faces. Interested gazes, and a few that wanted that new Babh. Though Estaria was able to pluck Filnon’s face out of the crowd, and those eyes told her she was in for a wild night, the blood-letting had fired Filnon’s desires.

Chunnerings came from the crowd, as the gate back in was opened, and a bloodcovered whore that was Estaria, was allowed out of the arena.