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A commission for the wonderful redghost187 ", "writing": "Diplomacy was one thing I never thought would fall under the resume of adventurers, yet here I am. Where Is here exactly?\n\nI looked again at the map provided by the guild, sweat and unforeseen rain already made it hard to read, it didn’t help that it was already faded to begin with. X marks the spot they say, somewhere in the middle of some plains or forest in the southern part of the continent it seems.\n\nIt took me around five weeks from ferrying portals and ships and I’ve finally arrived at the Skaven camp. I was practically eating through the funds given by the guild to just to cross a few borders, and don’t even get me started on the price of food these days! And it’s all because of these Skaven!\n\nSkaven were not native to the realm, and they started pouring from strange green portals all over the land. After the capital had captured a few and realized they were sentient, they tasked all adventurer’s guilds to look for camps and try diplomacy. But diplomacy can only go so far against mad interdimensional rat-folk.\n\nRat-folk alone were a rarity, practically extinct, and I’ve always wanted to see one ever since I read about them in tomes of old. When I heard about the mission to seek out their encampments for diplomacy, I immediately jumped at the chance.\n\nThe briefing later however was less than entertaining. Learning I would be alone was fine, yet learning they were apparently huffing something they call warpstone and went on rampages were less than ideal.\n\nThey’ve only hit a few small villages, mainly raiding for food and supplies. Villagers have been able to fend most of them off, but it’s still a hassle to lose crops to pests larger than the common beastman.\n\nAnd here I am, walking through a forest, looking for some sort of clearing or plains. Word down the grapevine had reached the guild about an abnormally large Skaven camp, one as big as a small village, and a lot of rats.\n\nWhen I entered the forest, the sun was already high in the sky, and it seems my quest won’t end today as the moon had already begun to show itself peeking from above the treeline. Sighing, I began setting up camp, glad I bought some cured meats from the last village. Bread was a no go since they began losing wheat to Skaven raiding parties.\n\nThe thought of those raiding parties make me thankful nothing like that befell me or my family, but blizzards did. I shudder pushing the memory to the back of my mind, these newer dangers in the realm make finding my folks harder.\n\nHow many years has it been? Life had gone by from being a humble pickpocket to becoming an adventurer. Definitely should’ve become a ranger rather than a rogue, being a ranger would’ve made tracking ten times easier.\n\nI chuckle at the thought of me in comedic green tights, the common ranger attire. I go to sleep on a happy note, my chuckles having hidden the scurrying of flat footed feet and chittering from my own ears.\n\nThe night went on without a hitch, yet my dreams however were another story. Faces of clean rat-folk came and flittered to mind. They all looked like princes and royalty, clean and pristine with their prim and proper trimmed fur. These were how the rat-folk were described long ago, a long line of royals wiped out by plagues and coups on their kind. This was how I imagined the Skaven, a dream, a fantasy.\n\nMy dream was broken as the skittering and chittering were so loud now, as if they were right next to me. Suddenly the feeling of hot breath on my face finally woke me up.\n\nI shot up where I lay, only for my head to hit someone else’s. Groaning, I try to take in my surroundings after being abruptly awakened. To my surprise, around me were some sort of rat-folk.\n\nThese rat-folk were different from what I imagined. Black fur covered their little bodies. Green glowing eyes shone through the darkness, as well as strange markings in the same shade of green that seemed to pulse like a tepid heartbeat. Suddenly it dawned on me, these must be the Skaven!\n\nThey were not what I was expecting. Skaven were apparently dirtier than common sewer rats,yet bipedal. They all wore crude armor made from hastily welded metals, and weapons of the same caliber. Some had goggles and long tubes connected to some sort of apparatus on their back, strange.\n\nThis was my first meeting with the elusive rat-folk, and we were all heavily armed. I raise my hand, to which they all intently look at. The strange sight of these well armed Skaven looking at my hand like curious school children was enough to snap me back to reality. And reality smelled. It took me a while to register what exactly I did smell. They smelt of burnt fur and rotting eggs.\n\nThe scent common only on dragonfolk and volcanoes had no business here, much less with rat-folk. Looking closer, their eyes were another oddity. They had a certain madness in their eyes, a certain desperation. Like lost little lambs, albeit mad little lambs.\n\nFear and curiosity glinted in their eyes, yet what were they afraid of, me?. Can you believe it? Scared of little old me? Heck I should be the one scared being surrounded by them.\n\n“Umm… Hello?” I shyly greeted these strangers, to which they all looked at each other as if sharing a thought. Strange little guys, these were the last words to go through my mind before I felt something shock my back. I could see arcs of green electricity at the edge of my vision.\nFuck!\n\nThe shock wasn’t enough to kill me, much less knock me out, but it was enough to make me fall to the floor. As soon as I reached the floor, pairs of grimy Skaven hands grabbed me by my limbs, holding me down like some sort of prey they had caught.\n\n“Let me go!” I shouted before my face was pushed to the ground. Struggling did nothing against their combined weight, and pleading was out the window apparently. So much for diplomacy I guess.\n\nThis Skaven felt different, sounded different. He had an air of power around him, the voice of a commander, a leader. Probably some sort of platoon leader for these ones who could barely speak, much less negotiate.\n\n“Foolish-silly wolf-thing” The one pushing my head said, his hands letting go of my head just enough so I can look up “We don’t release slave-thralls!” I could feel his grubby hand caress my ears, as if inspecting some goods at a shop. I shuddered at the though of becoming a slave to the likes of him.\n\nBefore I could get another word in, metal clamped around my neck. It was loose enough that I could breath, but tight enough that I had to take more breaths just to not get lightheaded. I felt grooves on the metal pressing down on my neck, signs of shoddy craftsmanship, maybe I can try and break it once they leave me alone.\n\nCheers erupted, as well as chittering, from the surrounding Skavens “I am no slave!” I shout only for the same Skaven to grab me by the snout. His grip was so tight I could feel my teeth pressing together from the pressure.\n\n“Shut-silence wolf-thing. Slaves aren’t meant to talk-speak” were all that he said before taking out another crudely made muzzle. It looked like it was welded from scrap metal, yet it did its job as its leather straps were wrapped around my head and I was left speechless in the face of these vermin.\n\nPride held hope in my heart, as it led me to believe escape was possible, inevitable even. Yet the pounding of my heart in anticipation of freedom turned into flustered embarrassment as I felt one of their hands slip into the back of my pants. I blushed as a finger slid along the lip of my pussy all the way back.\n\n“What’re you doing!” I tried to shout, but alas, the muzzle did its job and kept me silent. Silent as I was, I wasn’t docile. So I struggled in my binds, only to arch my back as I felt one digit enter my tailhole and my cunt.\nTry as I might, my struggles only amounted to squirming in place as the fingering continued. And my embarrassing display of disdain was apparently funny as one of my captors holding me down laughed in my face. My ears flattened on my face out of embarrassment.\n\nPleasure spread across my body, yet so did disgust. Thoughts of these vermin and their apparent lack of hygiene helped in keeping my head cool. It also helped that whoever decided to inspect my goods stopped.\n\n“Rejoice-delight my brothers, the horned one has finally brought-presented us a female” more cheers erupted from my captor’s party, now louder than before. I try to ask why they need a female, much less me, but the muzzle is still in place.\n\n*riiiip, teeeaaar*\n\nGone went my pants and my britches as they chose to remove my lower clothing. Now on full display, I felt even more embarrassed, the cold forest breeze tickling my nethers. I wanted to bury my face in the ground with what was happening, how did a simple diplomacy mission turn into something so much worse!\n\nSuddenly, my body was lifted off of the ground. From spread eagle to hog tied, my hands and legs were bound to each other before I was hung by the knots on metal rods. Then they carried me away from my impromptu camp in a strange procession through the forest.\n\nAll through the trip, I could feel the gaze of a few of the skaven behind me ogled my own behind. I could do nothing but grunt and blush at their stare. Who knew rat-folk could do such a sheepish stare.\n\nBeing pantless while being carried like some sort of feral boar didn’t help. Every brush with bushes and leaves didn’t help. And the playful teasing one Skaven did by tracing his finger along the line of my vulva didn’t make the situation better.\n\nThe sun had already come up after a leg of the journey. The sun beat down on my half-naked body, sweat beading down my exposed body. My mouth felt dry after another hour of walking, and the metal muzzle served as a sauna for my mouth, sweat gave me barely enough to sate my thirst, yet the taste deterred me for most of the journey.\n\nTime went on, the movement of the sun the only indication the day was progressing. And the lack of common speech from my captors kept me even more in the dark. They seemed to talk in squeaks and chitters, so I had no idea where we were going or what they were going to do.\n\nThrough the canopy of the trees, dark clouds began to appear more and more. Some sort of dark gray clouds, but unlike any storm cloud I’ve seen before, the green flashes of lightning were the dead giveaway it wasn’t normal.\n\nThe source of the unnatural activity in the sky was a mystery, that is until we finally reached the clearing. Skaven littered the clearing, makeshift homes and huts filled the plains, all connected by strange cables. Yet the most eye-catching construct was where all the other buildings were connected, a large tower in the center of the clearing.\n\nSmoke billowed from the tower’s open top. Arcs of green lightning every so often flashed from the cloud and the tower. Darkness had enveloped the clearing, and so did the smell of brimstone and death. Diplomacy really did seem to just jump out the window at the sight of this makeshift village.\n\nAfter being hoisted across the village’s threshold, everyone seemed to stop at our arrival. Awkward stares and gapes were what greeted us, followed by cheers after I was turned around for all to see. I could feel my face redden like a ripe strawberry at the thought of how many saw my privates just then.\n\nA crowd began to follow us around, frowns on their faces as I was carried ass first and they weren’t able to see the goods. But their forlorn looks weren’t the only thing I was able to notice, they were all males!\n\nThe Skaven behind us were all in various states of undress, naked being the most prominent. I couldn’t help but stare at those with swinging heavy balls, all taut against equally big sheaths. Some more naked than others, also showed various burns that revealed pinkish skin underneath their blackened fur, as well as tinge of green like those who captured me.\n\nSome caught my own staring, and elected to draw attention to their own private parts by playing with each other’s sheaths and balls. Some coaxed the tips of their red members, all while salivating at the thought of making a show in front of me.\n\nThis time, I blushed at their little show, especially since “little” wasn’t a word to describe these Skaven. Well endowed as they were, I could already see some taken by the heat of the moment as they stopped in their tracks in an intimate embrace, their now fully hard cocks rubbing against each other.\n\nThose who stopped to make love with each other were eaten by the crowd, too far for me to see. The apparent intimacy among males, and lack of females slowly began to affirm my creeping suspicions on why I, a female, had been a celebrated capture. And I was not happy, not one bit.\n\nAs I was carried like the prize they thought I was, I saw rows of cages near the edge of their camp. In it were common beastfolk I’ve seen before; foxes, canines, cats, heck even a leopard which was rare. And one thing they all had in common was they were all males. All seemed tired and worn out. I could see the leopard’s cage be opened, only for a Skaven to come int and proceed to push the leopard against the bars of his cage. I shuddered at just the thought of wha they were doing to him.\n\nThe little parade of ours went on for a few more streets without a hitch, until we stopped in our tracks. Rather than being turned around, I felt gravity work its magic as my bindings were suddenly cut, leaving me at the mercy of the ground. They could’ve at least warned me they were dropping me.\n\nWait! This was my chance, my hands and legs were both free! I can finally make my escape! These thoughts rushed my mind like the blood that had rushed from my prior bondage. Yet thoughts of escape were quickly quelled when a gray Skaven hand hooked a chain on my crude collar.\n\nA leash it was called, or so I heard, rarely used on common folk. I’ve heard of these being used on slaves from an age long gone, an age of strife and pain for all beastfolk. My hands immediately grasped at the new addition to my neck, only for me to feel an all too familiar shock forcing me on all fours.\n\n“Heel wolf-thing!” I couldn’t help but look up at what sadistic fuck thought this was a good idea. And I was met with a Skaven unlike those from before. White fur adorned this Skaven, his fur was unclean but not unkempt. He wore robes of silk, torn but silk nonetheless. Wisps of long gray fur lined the edge of his face, probably their elder or priest of some kind.\n\n“Buuuh…” I was apparently gawking like an idiot at the strange sight, which made the gray Skaven laugh before pulling my chain taut. I was forced to follow, trying to stand but was only returned with another pull this time downwards. They want me to crawl, apparently.\n\nI felt my pride slowly whittle away as I was led to a tall structure, practically two stories tall. A staircase wound around the short rookery. And every step felt like I was walking through a crowd as countless eyes peered from the base of the tower. Almost all who gazed were salivating at the sight of my privates, while others seemed to scoff at my arrival.\n\nAside from the mixed messages I kept seeing from the crowd, this gray Skaven seemed to enjoy my presence as I caught a sight of red peeking from between the opening of his robes.\nA bead of pre had already begun to form at his tip, the sight making me shudder in fear of what was to come.\n\nOnce we had finally reached the top of the tower, it seemed there were others already waiting for us. Two Skaven knelt there waiting, both wore nothing but simple loincloths, both with bulges of unnatural shape, like a codpiece. Each one held an item that seemed to hold some sort of holy significance, one was carrying a green stone, and another held a tome with a strange symbol on its front.\n\nThe gray skaven, who after wearing a stole and hat looked more like a bishop now, gave the end of my leash to the two smaller Skaven in exchange for the book and stone. I felt the urge to escape well inside me again, yet upon closer inspection, these two were here for a reason, they were small but had defined muscles under the guise of their scantily clad nature.\n\n“Friends-brother *skitter screech* Female *skree* Great horned one *chitter* Blessing!” The speech went on for a while, a few words in common making it clearer and clearer what they were planning to do. Cheers erupted from the crowd as the green crystal was grounded in some sort of gold goblet that had seen better days.\n\nAs the crystal was grinded, the gray Skaven beckoned the two holding my leash forward. Without any other choice, I followed. I was led to a table still on all fours. I felt like a cow being led to a trough, yet instead of water being poured in front of me, it was the green crystal now a green powder.\n\nI stared at the freshly ground powder that lay before me, wondering what it is they wanted to do. After losing what little patience he had, the gray one proceeded to grab me by the back of my head and press my nose down on the powder. I was forced to take breath as one of the Skaven punched me in the gut, and I realized what that was.\n\nAkin to what ancient tribes did with herbs, these barbarians huffed green crystals. A voice in my head whispered that they were probably called something like warp gems, or warp crystals or something. Probably the effects of their magic or me trying to cope with the situation.\n\nCheers erupted from below once more as my head was raised to look at the crowd. It was as if their whole encampment was here, like they were called to a festival. A perverted festival I assumed as I felt warmth spread from my chest and down to my nethers.\n\nThe gray priest was now sporting a full hard-on as he held me up for the crowd to see. The ground shook as I saw a Skaven near the bottom of the tower press something on some sort of panel. Large metal spires rose from beneath the floor and erected themselves at my side, all while the tower seemed to slowly sink, as if the earth was choosing to swallow us up.\n\nI had never seen technology like this before, crude as it was. For all my fascination with the technology held by this perverted tribe, I was let go of the hold on my head, only for my wrists and ankles to be slipped into some rings built onto the two spires.\n\nThere I was, naked and spread eagle for all of them to see. The last vestige of clothing was my shirt being torn as another Skaven started to come into view, he wore a leather apron, and nothing else. This was evident as he had his back turned to me rummaging through a table that was carted near me.\n\nHeavy balls hung from the blacksmith, and they seemed to playfully jiggle as the gray priest playfully slapped his ass, eliciting a grumpy chitter from the blacksmith. They stared into each other’s eyes as the crowd had hushed at their sight. Tension was thick in the air, only for it to be broken as the two laughed before continuing what they were doing.\nIron sticks were poked into an open flame by the blacksmith, his blackened apron protecting his bits. I could hear the sizzle of the coal as it blazed at their feet. The iron shafts were revealed to be some sort of brand as the blacksmith pulled one out, the tip still white from the heat. I hope they don’t plan on spitroasting me.\n\nI struggled in my bindings as I realized where they planned to put that, yet it was to no avail. The blacksmith slowly approached me, savoring the terror in my eyes as if he’d been waiting for this very moment. Searing hot pain flared on my stomach as the hot iron brand was pressend just above my pubis. Tears streamed from my eyes as I was branded, a slave to these creatures.\n\nI hung my head limply as the pain subsided, only for a different kind of pain to come along. The priest this time began to read from his tome, magic welling from its pages as it began to glow a sickly green hue. The mark on its front glowed, as did the brand on my stomach. I could feel its magic etch itself onto my body, working with the warp stone I had inhaled. The warmth I felt before felt like a roaring heat, one I shouldn’t feel in this situation.\n\nThe priest looked happy with his work, as such gestured for me to be released. I fell once more to the floor, yet was unable to stand. Pain had come and gone, leaving me numb and unable to move, only able to feel the perverted magic make me seek out cock to fill my womb. I was literally a bitch in heat.\n\nI tried to stand, I tried to fight, yet I couldn’t. I felt compelled to lie there, to wait for orders, to wait for the next cock to fill my cunt with their seed. Telepathy seemed to be another side effect of the mark as now I understood their chittering as if it were my own native tongue.\n\n“Be ready-prepared wolf-thing” The priest said “Today you will be our brood’s fuck-slave!” Without even being given a second to react, I felt a pair of hands grab me by the waist and pull me towards them.\n\nI felt an already hard cock rub itself between my thighs, pre coating my once luscious fur. Looking back it was the blacksmith with his apron parted to reveal a large sheath and an equally large Skaven cock.\n\nI tried to move away, yet he was too strong. I felt his cock enter as he parted the lips of my cooch. Each thrust was pained by the lack of lube, every push and pull slapping his balls against the back of my thighs.\n\nYet they weren’t satisfied with using my cunt as the priest unlocked my crude muzzle only to fill my mouth with his own cock. I felt my nose be buried deep in his pubic fur. As thick as it was, I could smell a hint of lavender and warpstone, which was a strange combination.\n\nThat scent buried itself deep into my mind as he continued to plow my maw with his red cock. I could feel his balls slap against my chin with every motion, thick bristled fur making my chin itch with every impact.\n\nI’m thankful they weren’t going to cook me on a spit roast like I thought before, but this wasn’t any better. I could feel their cocks pounding away at both ends. This went on for a few more minutes before I could feel them near the edge.\n\nBoth had begun to hump in tandem, as one pushed one pulled. Burying their cocks deeper with every thrust, they began to up their pace with reckless abandon. The priest hilted first, filling my maw with the salty taste of his Skaven seed. As he pulled out the blacksmith buried himself deep before filling me with his own cum.\n\nMy belly felt filled to the brim from being filled by their cum from both ends. Yet the night wasn’t finished as iron shackles were clamped onto my wrists and ankles once more, this time attached to the floor, forcing me to stay in this demeaning position.\n\nStruggling was only met with a sharp slap on the ass, before feeling both males pull out. I suddenly felt empty as their seed flowed to the ground pooling below me. I felt the urge, no, the need, to be filled, I needed more.\n\nThat need was soon filled as more Skaven took their place. The one who took my mouth already had some fun as I could feel his pre already coating his cock. I was just thankful that he wasn’t as big as the blacksmith as I felt my jaw already stretched as it is. The Skaven behind me however wasn’t so keen on impregnating me as I felt his cock make a beeline for my asshole. The burning sensation of my ass being spread snapped me a bit back to reality, but not enough to try and escape.\n\nAside from the lewd sounds of sex from both me and the crowd, every so often a new sound would come into play. The beating of drums, the strumming of chords, heck even weird tolling and trilling of bells, This became some sort of festival as the day went on. Lights began to turn on like fireflies along the wires connecting the buildings, strange spotlights turned onto me, their scene reeking of oil and the sea. This was becoming some sort of festival\n\nDances and songs accompanied my imprisonment. As some went to fuck me in front of the crowd, some opted to dance with other Skaven, as in actually dance! Had I not been their enslaved prisoner, I would’ve thought they were a civilized folk.\n\nThis went on for hours, as one Skaven finished, more Skaven danced to their jigs and more took their place in fucking me. The other Skaven who didn’t want a piece of me opted to bring out the other “diplomats” they had captured beforehand. They were lined up next to me spread and on all fours just like me. The undignified slaps on their asses were definitely a sign of this.\n\nEvery so often, I could catch a glimpse of my fellow prisoners, the cocks coming in and out of my mouth didn’t help the view though. I saw they were denied release as some sort of crude metal cap was placed where their sheaths were supposed to be. And going by the sight of pre leaking out of the tip, they weren’t getting off like the Skaven were.\n\nI myself, was luckier than they were. I already felt myself orgasm from the sheer amount of cops and cum that had come and gone. The glow of the mark on my belly was stronger now, but having my eyes glued to whichever Skaven’s pubes were in front of my face deterred me from that fact.\n\nMy body felt numb, being kept like this for hours was putting a toll on the senses. Yet numbed pleasure spreads from my stomach everytime someone finishes inside. Not all were keen though as they elected to instead pull out at the last moment and mark my fur. Some would even come and whisper something in my ear, yet the sound of drums would often drown it out.\n\nOne Skaven surprised me as rather than cock, I felt the rim of a cup as it was pressed against my mouth. Being parched as I was I immediately drank its content, the alcohol making me retch at its taste. It tasted unlike any mead I’ve drank before, it felt like fire flowed down my throat to my stomach.\n\n“Special Skaven Recipe! That ought to put hairs on anyone’s chest!” The same Skaven said before taking another swig and leaving. Thanks for the drink I guess, and thanks for not facefucking me.\n\nThe mixture of Skaven cum and Skaven rum in my stomach did not help. And the strange lights didn’t help as well, especially as they began to swirl every time I looked at them. The night went on to day in a haze, the alcohol numbed my senses, especially my sense of time.\n\nAt some point the fucking had stopped, which I was thankful for. I was still unable to escape, I could only wait in my bindings and watch the drunken celebrations of the Skaven as some became a mess of cloth and fur at the center of their camp. I could see their tails wrap around each other in a sight of intimacy, yet the guttural cries of feral need broke the illusion of intimacy as they continued fucking each other into the night.\n\nLooking away, I could only see the other prisoners left in a similar state as I. Bellies swollen and filled, I could see them whimper in a certain neediness as they watched the Skaven, one even seemed to slobber in awe of the sight. This was going to be a long night.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Diplomacy was one thing I never thought would fall under the resume of adventurers, yet here I am. Where Is here exactly?

I looked again at the map provided by the guild, sweat and unforeseen rain already made it hard to read, it didn’t help that it was already faded to begin with. X marks the spot they say, somewhere in the middle of some plains or forest in the southern part of the continent it seems.

It took me around five weeks from ferrying portals and ships and I’ve finally arrived at the Skaven camp. I was practically eating through the funds given by the guild to just to cross a few borders, and don’t even get me started on the price of food these days! And it’s all because of these Skaven!

Skaven were not native to the realm, and they started pouring from strange green portals all over the land. After the capital had captured a few and realized they were sentient, they tasked all adventurer’s guilds to look for camps and try diplomacy. But diplomacy can only go so far against mad interdimensional rat-folk.

Rat-folk alone were a rarity, practically extinct, and I’ve always wanted to see one ever since I read about them in tomes of old. When I heard about the mission to seek out their encampments for diplomacy, I immediately jumped at the chance.

The briefing later however was less than entertaining. Learning I would be alone was fine, yet learning they were apparently huffing something they call warpstone and went on rampages were less than ideal.

They’ve only hit a few small villages, mainly raiding for food and supplies. Villagers have been able to fend most of them off, but it’s still a hassle to lose crops to pests larger than the common beastman.

And here I am, walking through a forest, looking for some sort of clearing or plains. Word down the grapevine had reached the guild about an abnormally large Skaven camp, one as big as a small village, and a lot of rats.

When I entered the forest, the sun was already high in the sky, and it seems my quest won’t end today as the moon had already begun to show itself peeking from above the treeline. Sighing, I began setting up camp, glad I bought some cured meats from the last village. Bread was a no go since they began losing wheat to Skaven raiding parties.

The thought of those raiding parties make me thankful nothing like that befell me or my family, but blizzards did. I shudder pushing the memory to the back of my mind, these newer dangers in the realm make finding my folks harder.

How many years has it been? Life had gone by from being a humble pickpocket to becoming an adventurer. Definitely should’ve become a ranger rather than a rogue, being a ranger would’ve made tracking ten times easier.

I chuckle at the thought of me in comedic green tights, the common ranger attire. I go to sleep on a happy note, my chuckles having hidden the scurrying of flat footed feet and chittering from my own ears.

The night went on without a hitch, yet my dreams however were another story. Faces of clean rat-folk came and flittered to mind. They all looked like princes and royalty, clean and pristine with their prim and proper trimmed fur. These were how the rat-folk were described long ago, a long line of royals wiped out by plagues and coups on their kind. This was how I imagined the Skaven, a dream, a fantasy.

My dream was broken as the skittering and chittering were so loud now, as if they were right next to me. Suddenly the feeling of hot breath on my face finally woke me up.

I shot up where I lay, only for my head to hit someone else’s. Groaning, I try to take in my surroundings after being abruptly awakened. To my surprise, around me were some sort of rat-folk.

These rat-folk were different from what I imagined. Black fur covered their little bodies. Green glowing eyes shone through the darkness, as well as strange markings in the same shade of green that seemed to pulse like a tepid heartbeat. Suddenly it dawned on me, these must be the Skaven!

They were not what I was expecting. Skaven were apparently dirtier than common sewer rats,yet bipedal. They all wore crude armor made from hastily welded metals, and weapons of the same caliber. Some had goggles and long tubes connected to some sort of apparatus on their back, strange.

This was my first meeting with the elusive rat-folk, and we were all heavily armed. I raise my hand, to which they all intently look at. The strange sight of these well armed Skaven looking at my hand like curious school children was enough to snap me back to reality. And reality smelled. It took me a while to register what exactly I did smell. They smelt of burnt fur and rotting eggs.

The scent common only on dragonfolk and volcanoes had no business here, much less with rat-folk. Looking closer, their eyes were another oddity. They had a certain madness in their eyes, a certain desperation. Like lost little lambs, albeit mad little lambs.

Fear and curiosity glinted in their eyes, yet what were they afraid of, me?. Can you believe it? Scared of little old me? Heck I should be the one scared being surrounded by them.

“Umm… Hello?” I shyly greeted these strangers, to which they all looked at each other as if sharing a thought. Strange little guys, these were the last words to go through my mind before I felt something shock my back. I could see arcs of green electricity at the edge of my vision.
Fuck!

The shock wasn’t enough to kill me, much less knock me out, but it was enough to make me fall to the floor. As soon as I reached the floor, pairs of grimy Skaven hands grabbed me by my limbs, holding me down like some sort of prey they had caught.

“Let me go!” I shouted before my face was pushed to the ground. Struggling did nothing against their combined weight, and pleading was out the window apparently. So much for diplomacy I guess.

This Skaven felt different, sounded different. He had an air of power around him, the voice of a commander, a leader. Probably some sort of platoon leader for these ones who could barely speak, much less negotiate.

“Foolish-silly wolf-thing” The one pushing my head said, his hands letting go of my head just enough so I can look up “We don’t release slave-thralls!” I could feel his grubby hand caress my ears, as if inspecting some goods at a shop. I shuddered at the though of becoming a slave to the likes of him.

Before I could get another word in, metal clamped around my neck. It was loose enough that I could breath, but tight enough that I had to take more breaths just to not get lightheaded. I felt grooves on the metal pressing down on my neck, signs of shoddy craftsmanship, maybe I can try and break it once they leave me alone.

Cheers erupted, as well as chittering, from the surrounding Skavens “I am no slave!” I shout only for the same Skaven to grab me by the snout. His grip was so tight I could feel my teeth pressing together from the pressure.

“Shut-silence wolf-thing. Slaves aren’t meant to talk-speak” were all that he said before taking out another crudely made muzzle. It looked like it was welded from scrap metal, yet it did its job as its leather straps were wrapped around my head and I was left speechless in the face of these vermin.

Pride held hope in my heart, as it led me to believe escape was possible, inevitable even. Yet the pounding of my heart in anticipation of freedom turned into flustered embarrassment as I felt one of their hands slip into the back of my pants. I blushed as a finger slid along the lip of my pussy all the way back.

“What’re you doing!” I tried to shout, but alas, the muzzle did its job and kept me silent. Silent as I was, I wasn’t docile. So I struggled in my binds, only to arch my back as I felt one digit enter my tailhole and my cunt.
Try as I might, my struggles only amounted to squirming in place as the fingering continued. And my embarrassing display of disdain was apparently funny as one of my captors holding me down laughed in my face. My ears flattened on my face out of embarrassment.

Pleasure spread across my body, yet so did disgust. Thoughts of these vermin and their apparent lack of hygiene helped in keeping my head cool. It also helped that whoever decided to inspect my goods stopped.

“Rejoice-delight my brothers, the horned one has finally brought-presented us a female” more cheers erupted from my captor’s party, now louder than before. I try to ask why they need a female, much less me, but the muzzle is still in place.

*riiiip, teeeaaar*

Gone went my pants and my britches as they chose to remove my lower clothing. Now on full display, I felt even more embarrassed, the cold forest breeze tickling my nethers. I wanted to bury my face in the ground with what was happening, how did a simple diplomacy mission turn into something so much worse!

Suddenly, my body was lifted off of the ground. From spread eagle to hog tied, my hands and legs were bound to each other before I was hung by the knots on metal rods. Then they carried me away from my impromptu camp in a strange procession through the forest.

All through the trip, I could feel the gaze of a few of the skaven behind me ogled my own behind. I could do nothing but grunt and blush at their stare. Who knew rat-folk could do such a sheepish stare.

Being pantless while being carried like some sort of feral boar didn’t help. Every brush with bushes and leaves didn’t help. And the playful teasing one Skaven did by tracing his finger along the line of my vulva didn’t make the situation better.

The sun had already come up after a leg of the journey. The sun beat down on my half-naked body, sweat beading down my exposed body. My mouth felt dry after another hour of walking, and the metal muzzle served as a sauna for my mouth, sweat gave me barely enough to sate my thirst, yet the taste deterred me for most of the journey.

Time went on, the movement of the sun the only indication the day was progressing. And the lack of common speech from my captors kept me even more in the dark. They seemed to talk in squeaks and chitters, so I had no idea where we were going or what they were going to do.

Through the canopy of the trees, dark clouds began to appear more and more. Some sort of dark gray clouds, but unlike any storm cloud I’ve seen before, the green flashes of lightning were the dead giveaway it wasn’t normal.

The source of the unnatural activity in the sky was a mystery, that is until we finally reached the clearing. Skaven littered the clearing, makeshift homes and huts filled the plains, all connected by strange cables. Yet the most eye-catching construct was where all the other buildings were connected, a large tower in the center of the clearing.

Smoke billowed from the tower’s open top. Arcs of green lightning every so often flashed from the cloud and the tower. Darkness had enveloped the clearing, and so did the smell of brimstone and death. Diplomacy really did seem to just jump out the window at the sight of this makeshift village.

After being hoisted across the village’s threshold, everyone seemed to stop at our arrival. Awkward stares and gapes were what greeted us, followed by cheers after I was turned around for all to see. I could feel my face redden like a ripe strawberry at the thought of how many saw my privates just then.

A crowd began to follow us around, frowns on their faces as I was carried ass first and they weren’t able to see the goods. But their forlorn looks weren’t the only thing I was able to notice, they were all males!

The Skaven behind us were all in various states of undress, naked being the most prominent. I couldn’t help but stare at those with swinging heavy balls, all taut against equally big sheaths. Some more naked than others, also showed various burns that revealed pinkish skin underneath their blackened fur, as well as tinge of green like those who captured me.

Some caught my own staring, and elected to draw attention to their own private parts by playing with each other’s sheaths and balls. Some coaxed the tips of their red members, all while salivating at the thought of making a show in front of me.

This time, I blushed at their little show, especially since “little” wasn’t a word to describe these Skaven. Well endowed as they were, I could already see some taken by the heat of the moment as they stopped in their tracks in an intimate embrace, their now fully hard cocks rubbing against each other.

Those who stopped to make love with each other were eaten by the crowd, too far for me to see. The apparent intimacy among males, and lack of females slowly began to affirm my creeping suspicions on why I, a female, had been a celebrated capture. And I was not happy, not one bit.

As I was carried like the prize they thought I was, I saw rows of cages near the edge of their camp. In it were common beastfolk I’ve seen before; foxes, canines, cats, heck even a leopard which was rare. And one thing they all had in common was they were all males. All seemed tired and worn out. I could see the leopard’s cage be opened, only for a Skaven to come int and proceed to push the leopard against the bars of his cage. I shuddered at just the thought of wha they were doing to him.

The little parade of ours went on for a few more streets without a hitch, until we stopped in our tracks. Rather than being turned around, I felt gravity work its magic as my bindings were suddenly cut, leaving me at the mercy of the ground. They could’ve at least warned me they were dropping me.

Wait! This was my chance, my hands and legs were both free! I can finally make my escape! These thoughts rushed my mind like the blood that had rushed from my prior bondage. Yet thoughts of escape were quickly quelled when a gray Skaven hand hooked a chain on my crude collar.

A leash it was called, or so I heard, rarely used on common folk. I’ve heard of these being used on slaves from an age long gone, an age of strife and pain for all beastfolk. My hands immediately grasped at the new addition to my neck, only for me to feel an all too familiar shock forcing me on all fours.

“Heel wolf-thing!” I couldn’t help but look up at what sadistic fuck thought this was a good idea. And I was met with a Skaven unlike those from before. White fur adorned this Skaven, his fur was unclean but not unkempt. He wore robes of silk, torn but silk nonetheless. Wisps of long gray fur lined the edge of his face, probably their elder or priest of some kind.

“Buuuh…” I was apparently gawking like an idiot at the strange sight, which made the gray Skaven laugh before pulling my chain taut. I was forced to follow, trying to stand but was only returned with another pull this time downwards. They want me to crawl, apparently.

I felt my pride slowly whittle away as I was led to a tall structure, practically two stories tall. A staircase wound around the short rookery. And every step felt like I was walking through a crowd as countless eyes peered from the base of the tower. Almost all who gazed were salivating at the sight of my privates, while others seemed to scoff at my arrival.

Aside from the mixed messages I kept seeing from the crowd, this gray Skaven seemed to enjoy my presence as I caught a sight of red peeking from between the opening of his robes.
A bead of pre had already begun to form at his tip, the sight making me shudder in fear of what was to come.

Once we had finally reached the top of the tower, it seemed there were others already waiting for us. Two Skaven knelt there waiting, both wore nothing but simple loincloths, both with bulges of unnatural shape, like a codpiece. Each one held an item that seemed to hold some sort of holy significance, one was carrying a green stone, and another held a tome with a strange symbol on its front.

The gray skaven, who after wearing a stole and hat looked more like a bishop now, gave the end of my leash to the two smaller Skaven in exchange for the book and stone. I felt the urge to escape well inside me again, yet upon closer inspection, these two were here for a reason, they were small but had defined muscles under the guise of their scantily clad nature.

“Friends-brother *skitter screech* Female *skree* Great horned one *chitter* Blessing!” The speech went on for a while, a few words in common making it clearer and clearer what they were planning to do. Cheers erupted from the crowd as the green crystal was grounded in some sort of gold goblet that had seen better days.

As the crystal was grinded, the gray Skaven beckoned the two holding my leash forward. Without any other choice, I followed. I was led to a table still on all fours. I felt like a cow being led to a trough, yet instead of water being poured in front of me, it was the green crystal now a green powder.

I stared at the freshly ground powder that lay before me, wondering what it is they wanted to do. After losing what little patience he had, the gray one proceeded to grab me by the back of my head and press my nose down on the powder. I was forced to take breath as one of the Skaven punched me in the gut, and I realized what that was.

Akin to what ancient tribes did with herbs, these barbarians huffed green crystals. A voice in my head whispered that they were probably called something like warp gems, or warp crystals or something. Probably the effects of their magic or me trying to cope with the situation.

Cheers erupted from below once more as my head was raised to look at the crowd. It was as if their whole encampment was here, like they were called to a festival. A perverted festival I assumed as I felt warmth spread from my chest and down to my nethers.

The gray priest was now sporting a full hard-on as he held me up for the crowd to see. The ground shook as I saw a Skaven near the bottom of the tower press something on some sort of panel. Large metal spires rose from beneath the floor and erected themselves at my side, all while the tower seemed to slowly sink, as if the earth was choosing to swallow us up.

I had never seen technology like this before, crude as it was. For all my fascination with the technology held by this perverted tribe, I was let go of the hold on my head, only for my wrists and ankles to be slipped into some rings built onto the two spires.

There I was, naked and spread eagle for all of them to see. The last vestige of clothing was my shirt being torn as another Skaven started to come into view, he wore a leather apron, and nothing else. This was evident as he had his back turned to me rummaging through a table that was carted near me.

Heavy balls hung from the blacksmith, and they seemed to playfully jiggle as the gray priest playfully slapped his ass, eliciting a grumpy chitter from the blacksmith. They stared into each other’s eyes as the crowd had hushed at their sight. Tension was thick in the air, only for it to be broken as the two laughed before continuing what they were doing.
Iron sticks were poked into an open flame by the blacksmith, his blackened apron protecting his bits. I could hear the sizzle of the coal as it blazed at their feet. The iron shafts were revealed to be some sort of brand as the blacksmith pulled one out, the tip still white from the heat. I hope they don’t plan on spitroasting me.

I struggled in my bindings as I realized where they planned to put that, yet it was to no avail. The blacksmith slowly approached me, savoring the terror in my eyes as if he’d been waiting for this very moment. Searing hot pain flared on my stomach as the hot iron brand was pressend just above my pubis. Tears streamed from my eyes as I was branded, a slave to these creatures.

I hung my head limply as the pain subsided, only for a different kind of pain to come along. The priest this time began to read from his tome, magic welling from its pages as it began to glow a sickly green hue. The mark on its front glowed, as did the brand on my stomach. I could feel its magic etch itself onto my body, working with the warp stone I had inhaled. The warmth I felt before felt like a roaring heat, one I shouldn’t feel in this situation.

The priest looked happy with his work, as such gestured for me to be released. I fell once more to the floor, yet was unable to stand. Pain had come and gone, leaving me numb and unable to move, only able to feel the perverted magic make me seek out cock to fill my womb. I was literally a bitch in heat.

I tried to stand, I tried to fight, yet I couldn’t. I felt compelled to lie there, to wait for orders, to wait for the next cock to fill my cunt with their seed. Telepathy seemed to be another side effect of the mark as now I understood their chittering as if it were my own native tongue.

“Be ready-prepared wolf-thing” The priest said “Today you will be our brood’s fuck-slave!” Without even being given a second to react, I felt a pair of hands grab me by the waist and pull me towards them.

I felt an already hard cock rub itself between my thighs, pre coating my once luscious fur. Looking back it was the blacksmith with his apron parted to reveal a large sheath and an equally large Skaven cock.

I tried to move away, yet he was too strong. I felt his cock enter as he parted the lips of my cooch. Each thrust was pained by the lack of lube, every push and pull slapping his balls against the back of my thighs.

Yet they weren’t satisfied with using my cunt as the priest unlocked my crude muzzle only to fill my mouth with his own cock. I felt my nose be buried deep in his pubic fur. As thick as it was, I could smell a hint of lavender and warpstone, which was a strange combination.

That scent buried itself deep into my mind as he continued to plow my maw with his red cock. I could feel his balls slap against my chin with every motion, thick bristled fur making my chin itch with every impact.

I’m thankful they weren’t going to cook me on a spit roast like I thought before, but this wasn’t any better. I could feel their cocks pounding away at both ends. This went on for a few more minutes before I could feel them near the edge.

Both had begun to hump in tandem, as one pushed one pulled. Burying their cocks deeper with every thrust, they began to up their pace with reckless abandon. The priest hilted first, filling my maw with the salty taste of his Skaven seed. As he pulled out the blacksmith buried himself deep before filling me with his own cum.

My belly felt filled to the brim from being filled by their cum from both ends. Yet the night wasn’t finished as iron shackles were clamped onto my wrists and ankles once more, this time attached to the floor, forcing me to stay in this demeaning position.

Struggling was only met with a sharp slap on the ass, before feeling both males pull out. I suddenly felt empty as their seed flowed to the ground pooling below me. I felt the urge, no, the need, to be filled, I needed more.

That need was soon filled as more Skaven took their place. The one who took my mouth already had some fun as I could feel his pre already coating his cock. I was just thankful that he wasn’t as big as the blacksmith as I felt my jaw already stretched as it is. The Skaven behind me however wasn’t so keen on impregnating me as I felt his cock make a beeline for my asshole. The burning sensation of my ass being spread snapped me a bit back to reality, but not enough to try and escape.

Aside from the lewd sounds of sex from both me and the crowd, every so often a new sound would come into play. The beating of drums, the strumming of chords, heck even weird tolling and trilling of bells, This became some sort of festival as the day went on. Lights began to turn on like fireflies along the wires connecting the buildings, strange spotlights turned onto me, their scene reeking of oil and the sea. This was becoming some sort of festival

Dances and songs accompanied my imprisonment. As some went to fuck me in front of the crowd, some opted to dance with other Skaven, as in actually dance! Had I not been their enslaved prisoner, I would’ve thought they were a civilized folk.

This went on for hours, as one Skaven finished, more Skaven danced to their jigs and more took their place in fucking me. The other Skaven who didn’t want a piece of me opted to bring out the other “diplomats” they had captured beforehand. They were lined up next to me spread and on all fours just like me. The undignified slaps on their asses were definitely a sign of this.

Every so often, I could catch a glimpse of my fellow prisoners, the cocks coming in and out of my mouth didn’t help the view though. I saw they were denied release as some sort of crude metal cap was placed where their sheaths were supposed to be. And going by the sight of pre leaking out of the tip, they weren’t getting off like the Skaven were.

I myself, was luckier than they were. I already felt myself orgasm from the sheer amount of cops and cum that had come and gone. The glow of the mark on my belly was stronger now, but having my eyes glued to whichever Skaven’s pubes were in front of my face deterred me from that fact.

My body felt numb, being kept like this for hours was putting a toll on the senses. Yet numbed pleasure spreads from my stomach everytime someone finishes inside. Not all were keen though as they elected to instead pull out at the last moment and mark my fur. Some would even come and whisper something in my ear, yet the sound of drums would often drown it out.

One Skaven surprised me as rather than cock, I felt the rim of a cup as it was pressed against my mouth. Being parched as I was I immediately drank its content, the alcohol making me retch at its taste. It tasted unlike any mead I’ve drank before, it felt like fire flowed down my throat to my stomach.

“Special Skaven Recipe! That ought to put hairs on anyone’s chest!” The same Skaven said before taking another swig and leaving. Thanks for the drink I guess, and thanks for not facefucking me.

The mixture of Skaven cum and Skaven rum in my stomach did not help. And the strange lights didn’t help as well, especially as they began to swirl every time I looked at them. The night went on to day in a haze, the alcohol numbed my senses, especially my sense of time.

At some point the fucking had stopped, which I was thankful for. I was still unable to escape, I could only wait in my bindings and watch the drunken celebrations of the Skaven as some became a mess of cloth and fur at the center of their camp. I could see their tails wrap around each other in a sight of intimacy, yet the guttural cries of feral need broke the illusion of intimacy as they continued fucking each other into the night.

Looking away, I could only see the other prisoners left in a similar state as I. Bellies swollen and filled, I could see them whimper in a certain neediness as they watched the Skaven, one even seemed to slobber in awe of the sight. This was going to be a long night.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "A gift for the Skaven", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "88" }