1 comments/ 1534 views/ 5 favorites Inquisitorial Interrogations By: EstebanMamono It started as a monstergirl chronicle/encyclopedia and turned DID-Bondage-BDSM-Drowsploitation-Bisexual stuff. Sorry, my bad. Still, I intend to add more vanilla monstergirl sex later on. Enjoy, fuckers. - Esteban de Chucha ***** Inquisitorial report: Subject: Human male, age 28. Well educated, local clerk, locksmith and jeweler. Married, has no child, wife confirmed barren. Liberated in skirmish with the Monster Lord's servants in Lescatian border when he was running, screaming for help, towards the human soldiers. Interviewed after rescue, mild demonic taint found. Following report of interview is after a cleansing bath in the church. Q: Tell us of your ordeals after your kidnapping. A: (nervously fiddles) Can I have some water? (interlude, subject nervously gulps) Alright, I'll talk. Q: Who kidnapped you? A: Dark Elves. They were lurking in the forest for weeks (agitated) I told the bailiff there were monster bitches in the woods, was was I listened? Nope, I am just a poor dumb fu- Q: Please focus on the event. A: Alright. It was some months ago. Could have been half a year or more. Gods, my wife should be worried to death. Have you informed her?(Interlude) Fine, I'll tell. Anyway. I was as I said, fetching iron and copper from the mines for my shop. Then the dark elves jumped me. Bitches laid some trip wire and rushed me when I fell. And they were experts. Slavers. Q: Why do you say there are slavers? Monster girls hunt men. A: Because it wasn't just me. Men, women, they stole what they could, tied us up and marched us to some slave market. Q: Inquisitor [Leslie] Nods. Tell us more. A: The two dark elf women tied my hands and legs they left just enough space down there to let me walk, and when they carried me back , there was a lot of men and women tied up in a coffle. All those disappeared, you know. One of them, a slightly older dark elf beckoned me to approach her. Stripped me naked faster than you can blink. (sighs) They say men don't get raped. Bollocks. It felt good. But it was so wrong. She opened my mouth to check the teeth,tongue, smelled my breath, checked my eyes, hair -church says be clean so I was clean- , then.. ahem, (should I say?-brief argument) my cock and balls. She squeezed them, nodded and gagged me again. "This is good stock" she said. "It will bring a good price." Q: Is this "older dark elf" the one in the following picture? A: (agitated) YES! That cunt! She kidnapped us all and checked each like a slab of meat and then marched us in chains. A lot of the women were crying under the gags but they whipped anyone getting loud.*sniff* Hope you'll make them pay. Q: Tell us what they use. A: Some long stake they bind your necks to. They yoke their captives to a stake, hands bound, stripped naked or undies left. Plus they have this smell... Q: What smell? A: You know miss. It makes us men...flushed and- Q: Erect penises? You can speak to me freely, we are questioning you for a good cause. A: (sigh) Alright ma'am, I just feel upset you know. I sinned there a lot. And I've done things with the monstergirls... Q: I understand completely. Feel free to tell all. I will absolve you. A: (relieved) Yes ma'am. Anyway, 2 abreast and four deep, they yoked captives by eight and whipped us on the buttocks, commanding us to move. Bitches joked and laughed underway what great price we would bring and what lovely haul it was. Two of them carried naked young boys , mouths gagged, on their shoulders. (sighs agitated) Kids! They kidnapped kids for breeding and selling! (curses loudly, earning a scolding) Sorry ma'am, I'm very angry. I hope the families will find them before they are sold off far away. And I'm pissed at myself. I confess it felt good. Q: To be captured and led off to be sold? A: (sighs and nods) I'm sorry. Even some women stopped protesting and they were flushed. And the men. All of us were hard as rocks...I'm sorry, it was something they had. It made us horn- can I say horny?(confirmation) Horned up like I was 13 sneaking off with the baker's widow A...you get it. And the humiliation. They slapped us occasionally, telling which monsters buy humans from markets and where the women would be sold off to...(sigh) I felt so powerless. Q: Where were you taken? A: (describes a mountain cave network hitherto unknown) Yes, there is a secret passage there! There they led us through the tunnels. It was a village hidden inside the mountains. Some dark village carved in trees, like them elf villages in the church paintings but darker (describes) spires and towers and things. And the market. (shudders, asks for sacramental wine to calm down, given a pause) Q: Tell us about the market. A: It was... a slave market for monsters. Q: What do you mean? Were the customers... A: Yes, only monster girls were the buyers. The merchandise? (shudder.) Slaves of all races. Mostly human. Q: What races? A: (sighs, another short pause. Tells with a slow , quiet voice) Mostly human men. Lined up were men to be sold as mostly studs, and women. Chained were some monstergirls too. Especially ogre and troll girls. Since these monster girls were mild and meek, the dark elves used them for slave labor.*sighs* Ogre and troll girls aren't brutes. They sob and cry when they are whipped and dark elves use them mercilessly. And large they may be, they were kinda...pretty.*sigh* Q: You sympathize with monsters? Lust after them? A: Don't take it wrong, ma'am. I don't love them more than I love cats and dogs I guess but it was still sad. Larger girls are not like you know. I met some. They are actually good folk (sighs) I was caged together with one, got to talk a lot with her. Her name was Lily, and she was real innocent, beautiful but ripped with muscles. Q: You... mated with her? A: So what?(angry) Nights get cold and they leave us naked in the cages until we are sold...she and I... you know, snuck close and when it felt warm... sorry...but yes, I did. (distant look) Lily...*sigh* Q: You have feelings for her. A : (nods) I confess , ma'am. We were a little close and I didn't like her sold to some evil dwarf woman so she gets whipped to turn some miller's stone. She was pretty smart and a good woman...girl...monster...thing. Is it wrong to feel bad for them? Q: Not at all. But please, describe the market in detail. Restraints, rewards and punishments. The Lescatie Army needs intelligence. And you are the first man to be that deep and get out. Tell us everything. A: (spits) I'm going to need a strong drink, ma'am. It's not pretty. (argument with the Inquisitor General and Priests, subject is given a potion of clear mind and some chamomile tea) Q: We do not give intoxicants in a questioning. Will the potion and tea suffice? A: Yes. Q: Continue. Tell us everything you remember. Even little details. A: Alright. We were led in restraints to some central square where every newcomer was stripped naked. We were roughly given some water to drink by our dark elf captors, then washed roughly. I think the workers were goblin girls. Giggling and joking about our... you know... So yeah, roughly given water to drink, each was asked if they were really hungry. The women, children and finally those hungry were hand fed some biscuits and then given some gulps of water again. Q: So they care for the captives. A: Yes, they are not that cruel I guess. One of the kids the dark elves got cried so badly, he was even given some confection and consoled that if he would stop crying and smile, he'd find a good buyer and would be very happy. No one bid on a crying boy except cruel monstergirls and stuff. (curses) I hated the helplessness but it felt good . Sister, am I cursed? Q: No, monsters have that lust effect on men. Go on. After they fed you and washed you, what happened? A: We were questioned. Roughly. Dark elves sense lies and slap you badly. Believe me, it stings. Made to sit before a real rough looking orc monstergirl and our captor, we were questioned. How old we were, if we were fertile, you know, kids, and skills that would bring a good price. I have a good memory ma'am. I remember all. Q: Which questions were most important? Can you tell? A: Yeah. Fertile men fetch a great price. Better if they are very young kids. You know, young ones won't miss family after some years. (stamps foot) I hope they burn in hell! (calms.) Alright. As for women, fertility is irrelevant. They all are sold in bulk to some demon temple. (shudders) But yeah, they all inspect men like we are some village stud horse. Feeling up the...cock and balls as if they sort livestock. (sighs) I came... They laughed a lot at that when I...sprayed seed. (sobs) It was humiliating! Q: My sympathies. What other beings were there? A: Well, cages held human men and women separately, but monstergirls were put together with men, except light elves. The dark elf bitches put them in single, tight cages and mercilessly taunting them. I have overheard very few but I think they have a feud and they only treat light ones better if they solemnly agree they are whores and are willing to drink men's sticky, smelly seed. One light elf I think, a general woman of sorts, was restrained with all sorts of implements up the... you know. Her sex. She didn't say anything but spit and glare for weeks until I was sold off. I hope she is alright. Sorry but I felt bad for her. Light Elves are like us, they don't want to do anything with them. Q: That may well be. What other captives? Information on buyers? A: Ogre , troll and giant girls are sold to mills and mines I think. Centaur and minotaur girls are sold to farms for plowing. They mentioned farms in (redacted territory). The monsters aren't just one nation. They buy and sell slaves of their own race too. I overheard my owner selling her daughter to a minotaur clan for entertainment. Dark elves know how to dance and sing. And men? Everyone bought them. After all, monsters need men to breed them. Speaking of making babies... Q: Yes? Before that, where did the women go? You mentioned reward and punishments? A: All women were sold en masse to a wicked looking monstergirl wearing ceremonial robes (shudder) They said if we got the monstergirls pregnant during our stay we'd be rewarded. You know, breeding more slaves and stuff...(sinks in chair, starts crying) I need a break, please. (Next morning, subject allowed to smoke to let off stress) Q: So, as for your stay... A: Well, we were fed and watered twice a day. Extra food when they fancied some man or lad. Young boys were taken well care of and consoled for being kidnapped so young. Bitches knew how to keep kids calm. And taming them and...harvesting them for seed that young...(growls) you will kill them, will you? I hope you do. Q: We will do our best. Continue. A: Young boys and girls under 16 were kept under supervision, and were treated gentler, especially the boys; the younger they were, the more...maternal treatment they received. As I said, they are evil slaver bitches but they have a soft side...I think. For young lads. (puffs tobacco pipe) Youngest boys are allowed to keep shorts on and were kept in some isolated cage-turned-classroom by dark elf women. I think they indoctrinate them for obedience or something. I remember peeking to a window and overhearing the dark elf woman saying "Your wife monstergirl must be made happy, not merely in body but in companionship-" (punches seat) How many are married off to ... these...gah! Q: You say the youngest ones are groomed sexually and socially as husbands? Are you certain? A: I swear! If they are very young, they say "you'll be married off a nice girl amongst us if you be a good boy and learn". I heard it! Use magic on me, I'm saying the truth. I once had a Naga mother coming with her daughter to look "for a young human husband that won't be scared of nagas." Q: That is worrying. So they are groomed for obedience and husbandship. A: Yes. Older ones like us are sold like stud slaves with few regards to our sensibilities. But it's horrible concerning kids. Q: Why? A: Why not? Young boy, young girl, both happily married young. The boys will hate Lescatie when we fight them later on. Their families are now their new wives and mothers that won't mind sharing the boys. They'll have kids and will fight us. Tell me sister, if all I remember from my childhood is my cute monster wife and stern but kind mother, and you come and fight me...?On whose side will I be? Q: I must admit you are right. Can you tell us more? A: Well I can tell some dark things. Men are ...squeezed dry of seed every day. I think they use the seed for magic...and...I don't know. If you resist you are punished. I felt sick. Q: Why? A: Haven't I told you? Men get raped too. People joke about it. It's nothing to joke about.(smokes heavily, asks for break) Q: You said you were raped. A: Every day jerked once behind the bars. Their smell and beauty makes it worse. Can't explain, I hated them yet I loved it. I'm not damned, am I? Q: You can be saved. But you must confess every detail and repent. A: I will. Where shall I start? Q: About the ogre girl. Said you fraternized. A: We were in same cage with signs telling our origins and price. Didn't want to talk to her and leaned on the other side of the cage as it was sin you know, I still follow the Order. Anyway. At the end of the day she was sullen and was about to cry so I sat next to her. We chatted a little. Said her name was Lily. Looks like dark elves buy slaves and kidnap when they can't, even amongst monstergirls. Said she was tricked with some drugged cake (laughs) What? Ogres have sweet tooth she said. Said they'd cook and eat humanoids only if they were willing. They are quite amiable once you get to know them. Q: But you went further... A: Well it wasn't just cold and loneliness. Sometimes our captors would taunt and encourage...things. Q: What things? A: Like a dark elf waving a sweet cookie in front of the ogre saying "Tongue-kiss him and you get a cookie~" The bitches knew who was who and eventually ...*sigh* break the most prudish monstergirl or human. Once a monstergirl...I think she was Cyclops, became pregnant from that ranger lad staying with her. She was immediately bought off and taken away and given best care. I think its because cyclopses make good blacksmiths. I saw her happier, clad in rich white clothes, led away with her growing belly somewhere called Eisenstadt. The ranger lad was with them too. Q: Thanks for the details. Eisenstadt is a monster city specializing in smithing for their armies. Can you tell more? A: They are hell bent on mating. What can I say more? Make kids, make babies, babies, babies...Makes me vomit. Q: Why disgusted? A: Remember the ogre girl? Finally we stopped resisting and... you know, made love at night. It's mixed thing. I felt sinning but... she was lonely and...*sigh* it made us both happy. After we were done, suddenly, BAM! Laughter as all around us. The dark elves were hiding and had bet on when we would both fu- make love and were watching.(broods) They applauded as poor Lily wished she disappeared into the earth with a blush that radiated heat. Q: And? A: One approached and said. "Why do you keep praying at night and resisting?" When I told her about marriage she laughed. "You said you don't have kids. We tested you and you are fertile. Your stupid human wife isn't. Forget her." It's not easy explaining your armed and armored captor, when you are collared and butt naked in a cage, about love. Plus Lily flinched and nearly cried behind me when I told her I was married to a human woman. I think...*sighs* Q: She had feelings for you too? A: Yeah. We shared our life stories. She was interested in humans and their industrious city lives but was worried about the Order hunting her kind. Guess she fell in love with me...(curses loudly) Q: So what happened? A: We were given blankets as courtesy to warm us. But any time a buyer was inspecting, we were told to shed it and stretch and display our bodies. Q: How? A: The dark elf guarding our cages would snap her fingers. That meant, both of us are to kneel, legs spread, hands behind our head and eyes forward. Else the whip would strike you between the bars faster then you can blink. Then the buyer would feel our bodies, muscles and... down there. Eventually a clan of dark dwarf women bought us both. Q: How did you know their race? They all look alike. A: I listened. I have a good memory. Q: What currency was used? A: Lescatie coins and some baskets of heart shaped fruit. Q: This one?(shows a prisoner fruit) A: That one! The seller mentioned (REDACTED - human buyer) buying them. Why are you looking at me like that? Q: Thanks for the information. She is a confectionary seller and that means she was poisoning our cities with Prisoner Fruit. Do you know what the fruit does? A: No. (is explained to him) Ah...so they have spies... Q: Never mind that. What else? A: Our captor...told "I was a good obedient lad and we both were a couple of sorts so they could go easy on us." And my skills. They chained us both by the wrists and made to follow them. Finally I was given something to wear. Lily just was given a thong, and believe me, she is actually prudish. (curses) Q: Who was your owner? A: She told she was Ingrid and we should call her like that as long as we were good. Said she'd put us to work the mill and I'd make locks and small tools for the house. And that I shouldn't be shy when it comes to bed anyone that orders me. She'd tolerate me and Lily living close but yeah... you get it. Q: I get it. Forcing you to breed huh? A: You have to see it to believe it. All men were slaves in monster cities and were solely prized by their breeding ability and number of children. Men who were paired with monstergirls with sentimental relationships always had a substitute they were forced to share the wife with. All monsters are encouraged to make babies. Always. Q: Did men escape? A: Depends. Escapees were beaten and raped , but rarely, let go. Q: Really? A: I saw one. One man who had fathered a few children with the lizard-girl guard captain wanted to leave and begged so heavily for years that well, one day she sighed and grudgingly let him go, with traveling supplies to boot. Some Monsters have a softer side after all I guess. Better yet, imagine her joy when he returned after a year. Q: Mercy? A: Well, I overheard an Arachne buying bread from our mill. She was missing his older mate but not having the heart to keep him by force forever. So they have... mercy of sorts...I think. Then there is some buying their freedom. Q: Monstergirls make freedmen? A: Some. A boy had a reasonable owner, some orc lady who allowed him to buy his freedom after some years of service and fathering children. Some other lad was ransomed by his family sending agents to negotiate. And then there's some staying for good. Q: Accepting their fate??? A: Yup. I had made a human friend named Jareth, who lost all his family to plague earlier. He was sold off to a Harpy woman. After some years of "service" she offered him freedom. But well, he said he had nowhere to go and he loved their two daughters. So she now keeps him as a cherished husband and they are happy I guess. The daughters are apprenticed to a cheesemaker; and make the best cheese I ate! Q: How was your monster city life? A: (makes a hand gesture of so-so) Rising early, making locks , making the tool orders, visiting Lily (sighs wistfully), it was strict but tolerable. She warned if I ran away it would be much worse. Not just for me. For Lily too. Dinners were with the family, me and Lily in a different table. Inquisitorial Interrogations Q: You were kept under lock? A: (Nods) When it was shopping time or something else, we were to follow Ingrid on a chain on our wrists. Of course, Lily was the porter most of the time. After all she was an Ogre, like a beast of burden she would carry much more. Often we carried the grain by the sackful on Lily's back. Q: You were upset by her treatment? A: Ingrid...she was a little odd and cruel...of sorts. She used Lily to her fullest, and used whips on her naked back liberally when Lily was slow at the mill grinding. But she fed her well and well...gave us conjugal time...you know. Q: Conjugal? A: (sighs and looks down) I feel guilty enough, alright? Lily and I were like... couple. I liked her, and I wanted... you know. It helped with the harsh life. And don't look at me like that. Ogre or not, she was beautiful and...tender when we were alone. It was stable until she became pregnant. I was an idiot. Ingrid became mad. Real mad. Q: Why? A: I got her favorite beast of burden pregnant for months. So she beat me with her relatives, chained me to my room and dragged Lily to the auction block. Q: You escaped? A: Fuck yes! (laughs evilly) Remember me being a locksmith? Dipshits didn't think I had a master skeleton key fashioned. It was rooftop sneaking time. Q: And weren't you intercepted by flying monsters? A: Well I was caught by a harpy. But begging and explaining real hard softened her heart a bit. So she pretended I ran in the other direction. But said it was her job to raise alarm for runaways. Q: Monstergirls have runaway patrols? A: Indeed they do. Harpies and hellhound girls patrolled the city borders. And believe me, hellhounds look perky but they ARE kinda...evil. Q: How? A: They look all friendly but rape you first, then beat you silly and drop you off hogtied to your owner's home. Then it's lashings and tighter control. Q: Sounds like you got caught. A: Not me. I just saw a lot. Monstergirls are often possessive and cruel. I persuaded some monsters to forgive runaways occasionally. On the condition they'd never run again. But... Q: But? A: May Chief God help you if a Dark Elf owns you. Q: I heard stories. Got some to add? A: They are expert at dealing pain. And turning it to pleasure if they want. And they have a very strong possessiveness of husbands. They NEVER let a slave go. And they also keep human women and elves as slaves too. To them it's dominate or die. Some of them live as slaves to other monstergirls but rarely. Even so, they never show weakness before men. Q: What's with the light/dark elf conflict? A: No idea. All I remember was dark ones trying to "persuade" lighter ones they were sluts at heart. It made me flinch to see some of the tortures the dark elves would put them through. Love/hate relation I guess. Q: Do you realize that you have bred with a monstergirl and fathered at least one another monstergirl? A : (shrugs) Lily is a good woman. She deserves to be freed. Many do. Monster society is obsessed with pleasure and domination. It's not right. Q: You ... love her? A: (silence and nods) She carries my child as well. She must be found Q: What was that? A: I will volunteer for ranger training. I will free her, and optionally beat Ingrid to a pulp. You can't force me to stay forever. Q: That was decisive. You know you are in an inquisitorial office saying all this? A: I do not care. I must free her. If not for my child, then for decency. Summary: Subject is sentenced to church janitorial penance for one year and was divorced in absentia, wife citing infidelity. He escaped shortly after the sentence, apparently intending to free the ogre girl named Lily. Nevertheless the information he has given has helped Lescatie to reinforce its borders, purge slavers and infiltrators. Months later subject is seen living with the ogre girl named Lily and their child, Amber in the hut located near the crossroads out of the capital. He was absolved and pardoned, and his new wife and daughter were granted permission to see the cities of Lescatie despite the protests of Inquisitor Merle. Interview will be redacted and modified to show the monstergirls far crueler, and will be published worldwide. "Underground railroad" program to free human slaves are proposed. Meaning of "railroad" has to be researched first. We must command, and conquer. After all,Deus Vult. Subject: Fiona. Human female, age 28. Scarred, well-built and has a past of martial training. Identified as a deserter from Lescatian army, given pro bono amnesty due to her ordeals in monster city. Subject is detached, laden with guilt and has a broken confidence. Interview taken after 2 weeks of hospital rest. Q: Tell us how it came to this. A: (Subject flinches, asks for a smoke)Well, I was under the command of (redacted). I ran away when I had an opportunity for freebooting. Q: You mean banditry. A: Call what you like, a woman's gotta make a living. And prostitution's out since I'm well...worn.I tried my hand at being a bandit. Q: What happened? A: Me and another girl shacked up with a group of ban- freebooters like me, "Seven Sons" they called themselves. More than seven and not all sons. Anyway...we had ambushed a caravan to rob. Didn't go as planned. The moment the boys rushed the guards they... stopped. The guards were all monsterbitches! These...dark...bitches splashed them all with potions and stuff. Soon all the air was smelling sweet and so pink...I couldn't help...sorry. Q: Help what? A: You know, playing with my...(silence) Q: I see. Then? A: Well the lads were humping the all-too-eager dark elf bitches and some other caravan guards, I think goblin girls or something. What I remember was fainting from pleasure and last thing I remember someone was binding my arms and legs. Q: And when did you wake up? A: In some cage. I was down to my undies and all trussed up and the bitch that ran the caravan was haggling over ME! I wanted to kill her but well, tied and gagged just makes you blurt out moans. Q: Can you remember anything about your captors, the captivity and the locale? A: Let's see. They had me tied and gagged but apparently not blindfolded. I remember a name like Wilemina or something. There were a dozen or more women like me in the cage, all hogtied. Some were in undies and some were naked. Q: Can you remember the age and appearance of some of the captives? A: (Describes a list of persons recently disappeared from Lescatie) There were monstergirls in cages too but they were left with the men. Us, I heard the dark elf bitch selling us wholesale: they shipped the whole wagon to a temple. Q: What temple? A: Some red-bricked temple...thing in ass deep of the forests. All I remember was human women were being carried in and monstergirls got out. I remember...some masked man watching the crowd from a window. Q: Masked man? A : (nods and describes the mask) It was real scary. Sobbing and begging women were being carried inside and monstergirls got out. It was obvious they were gonna eat or sacrifice us. So I did what I should do. Q: And what was that? A : I kicked the dark elf that reached to untie, and get me out of the cage and into the temple, real hard. The bitch didn't even scream as I damn nearly snapped her neck when my feet came loose. I bolted out but was tackled. (sobs) It was bad. I knew I was going to die. But when the angry monsterbitches surrounded me, some snake girl -they respected and bowed to- with the waist down told : "This one is spirited. Put her to the mines or mills." Q: So you weren't taken in. A: Yeah (takes a smoke) they lifted me up, tied my hands tighter behind me, snapped an iron collar and gave it to some monstergirl. She was orcish I think. Like a human, little pointed ears with earrings, a bit scarred, strong and mean looking. She didn't say anything and just pulled until I followed her. (sighs) Then she locked me in a dormitory full of other women and even some monsters. Q: They did enslave some monstergirls as well? A: Yes. Minotaurs I think.But then there were Minotaur girl overseers too. So I'd say...debt slaves or something. Q: Who worked the mines? A: Some women like me. Mostly Monster slaves like minotaur or orcish girls. Loads got carried by centaur girls. Q: What was the work like? A: Hard. But not too hard. They kept us well fed, watered, even cared for. I was surprised when I was given a new set of clothes when the old ones wore down. And some of the debt slaves left when some sort of debt was considered paid. Q: How long did you labor? A: 3 Years I think. Couldn't escape. Tried though. (smokes) Q: How secure were the mines? A: You were woken up in morning by the guard monstergirls, they hit us with whips and sticks if we dawdle. Breakfast and water, then it's chain time. (Points to ankles and wrists) Taken to mines as in coffle, then it's work time. You labor in undies and a wet scarf for dust. If you dawdle in work, you get a whiplash on exposed flesh, mostly buttocks and back. And the dark elf guards knew exactly where to hit. (shivers) One hour "lunch". Beer, eggs and hard bread. Sausages for good conduct. Then you dig and get ore until sunset. Chain gang time to slave quarters, evening's soup and lentils, again, some meat for good conduct. Communal bath unless you wronged or were lazy. Chief Overseer's office for...rewards , else it's bed time. Q: Rewards?By whom and where? A: You can guess. Chief Overseer is an... Oni? Some eastern ogre... I think her name was Izuma...or something. Says she owns the mines and takes good care of her property and investment. So if you were good, you were called to her office some day. (looks down) Q: What kind of rewards? Carnal? A: Ah , not exactly. (fiddles nervously) I expected that too, you know. Instead, I was told to sit for a ...tea and chat with her. Of course, begging to be set free didn't work. Makes her scoff. After the tea she would gesture you to lie down and massage your sore limbs. She had strong hands but knew how to relax sore muscles. (sigh) So for being "good" you'd often get a long and tender oil massage when she just talk about how well she takes care of her own...(looks down) But yes, I heard men in the other mine were rewarded like you said, taken to bed if the overseers didn't wring them dry of semen by then. (laughs nervously)Monstergirls, huh? Q: Any idea where the ore went? A: I remember some "Cyclops" buying all the iron in bulk. She said something about war machines. Sorry, don't know more than that. And the silver... well, made into coins I guess. Q: How did you escape? A: Didn't. Actually, after some time she offered me to be sent as an...offering to the Demon Temple. (shudders) I nearly freaked out until I understood why. They turned human women into monstergirls there on the altar. (curses) Q: So you accepted? After 3 years? A: (Nods) Since humans were considered all slaves in the monster kingdoms, she offered to re-send me to the Temple since I had gained her trust. Said though the monster gods would define what monster I would be shaped into, it would mostly be an oni like her or a western Ogre, from my...temper she said. Q: Temper? A: Just because I didn't escape didn't mean I tried. I did the second month. When they caught me, it got nasty. Dark Elf girls are very nasty with whips. One got me on the legs like a lasso and had me down. I threw the bitch on another and got loose. When a minotaur girl tried to headlock me, I headbutted her and grabbed her horns. One kick got her down, and I was nearly free. (sighs) Then the Oni overseer girl was awake. Her iron rod nearly sent me looking for the stars with one blow...(slumps) If it wasn't for the steel beam at the mine that blocked it. I used the chains like a flail and slid past her but then I was surrounded. So the Ove...Oni... Izuma grinned and let the other girls make a circle. Said "She'd beat some sense into the fiery human cow" Q: Who won? A: I did, in a way. She was tough. But I beat her. I can fight damnit...(sighs) or used to. But when she slumped, I was surrounded not by whips but by swords at my throat too. Then the Oni girl chuckled and said she was amused. Said she was entertained by my... "fiery spirit". So if I dropped my weapons and surrendered, she'd let the incident go and forget... one time only. Q: You did? A: (sighs and nods, eyes teary ) But then when I was...seized, I told her that she'd lied. Izuma chuckled, fixed her hair and said though she forgave, the dark elf girls would have too. They... didn't. (voice shaky) The bitches know how to switch between pain and...pleasure...(spits) Q: What do you mean? A: (this script was extracted very slowly as the subject shuddered and told very slowly) One hour you are suspended on a rope straining your cunny, the next you are cared for and shushed. Then whipped, dripped wax, suspended naked by my feet and dipped into cold water until I nearly drowned, only to be pulled out and thrown into a soft bed. Slaps, punches coupled with this smell they had... it...fucks with your mind you know, pardon the language. You start apologizing, kissing their feet or just hugging them and crying, which they laugh and oblige. I...was broken, said things I shouldn't...sorry...(cries) (Interlude, recovery with tea, smoke and potions) Q: What have they done to you? A: Have you ever been broken? I mean really broken. After they were through with me, I couldn't leave the slave barracks if they unlocked the door at night. I started feeling afraid when the morning whistle sounded and was the first to dress up(or down, since it's in undies) for labor. And I thanked the overseers for their...attentions. (starts weeping) Q: Attentions? A: Dark elf girls would always keep me under close guard after that. And grope and pinch my... buttocks whenever I dawdled one moment. Or sometimes for no reason. It felt horrible being molested, and I don't swing that way. But I was scared to protest, which made them more insistent. I could only softly beg them not to after one year, well at least they obliged. Q: Did you? A: Lay with a monstergirl? No, no. Not that way, except when I shared my bed with Daisy in winter. Q: Daisy? A: A minotaur girl. Real young and kind, she was. Short, stubby horns, a cute nose, freckles and a smile that would lighten up the barracks. She was a debt slave since her family lost everything when Lescatian army razed a monster village. (scoffs) Shit happens, hmm? Q: Why was she here? A: Debt slave, didn't ya hear? But even after the debt was paid, she stayed for some modest pay hauling the ore loads and smelting them. Said she had now nowhere to go. Well, the winters were alright mostly. The overseers didn't mind when we pulled beds together and slept as one some time. Some of them chuckled. But it wasn't sex. It was damn cold some times. And minotaurs are so warm to cuddle with. (chuckles) They eat more, lift a ton and are warm. Which...brought the "ritual" thing. Q: Yes, that. Did you submit to the ritual? A: No. At least not the first year. Next spring Izuma had called me for a nice massage and tea in her quarters. When I was relaxing she told me: Since she admired my "spirit" and now broke even after paying for me from the slavers, she thought of sending me to the Demon Temple to be made like her... I nearly told her to fuck off but the idea of the whips...(shudder) I gently refused. She smiled and shrugged, saying she'd make me comfy here then since I'd be here all my life. That day my bed was softer and I was given extra clothes and underwear. She told me to reconsider and told me there would be fringe benefits. Q: Like? A: Freedom after another year of labor since she wanted to make a profit, freedom to move freely in the monster kingdom, buying and owning slaves and property et cetera. Q: But you did not want to be monster'ized? A: I saw women-turned monsters. They are more or less the same, but feel no attachment back home. They were still OK, alright to hang around but saw me now as inferior. There was something in the change. They turned their backs on their old lives. Q: Ever learned what that was? A: (Nods) A monstergirl with bat wings came and lectured the still human slave women amongst us to the slave barracks. Said monstergirls were superior to humans in every way. Could even recover instantly after giving birth and never have her body wear and grow old. Healthier, stronger, superior in every way, all we had to do was to give up humanity and surrender ourselves on the altar. If you were a slave, your were liberated as well. Pleasure ,power, and the chance to have men serving us, rather than the other way around. Q: You were the ideal candidate, no family, nothing back in Lescatie. How come you didn't? A: I have my faith in God. Q: Let's be honest. I don't wish to abuse you but faith doesn't seem to be the only reason. A: Alright. I was terrified. Plus I didn't know what to do when I was free. I had nothing to turn to, and then I couldn't go back to Lescatie could I? You guys would kill me on sight. So I talked to Daisy. Q: What did you talk about? A: Ask her about buying me out. Didn't work though. Q: Why? A: She didn't like humans that much, though she appreciated our warm cuddling back in barracks. Plus she was herself dirt poor now, so the best way was me to get monster'ified too. Q: And what did you do? A: Long story. Izuma simply let me get escorted by a Naga girl in red robes to the temple with no restraints. Simply taken to the temple, they received me very well. Come to think of it, it felt good. Patted on back, congratulated, welcome new sister, blah blah... One mature and very tall priestess, I think a draconic woman with slitted eyes and scales on cheeks even kissed me welcome on the forehead with reverence. So, after the welcome, I was told to strip naked. They strapped my arms and legs and neck to a large black altar and told me to relax. That's when I had the best stroke of luck. Q: What luck? A: You see, I still had the sacred oil vial I had back from my time in the army, I had rubbed it on my chest for good luck, and maybe if God would protect. You guys gave to foot soldiers a tiny vial and promised refill, remember? It actually worked. The monstergirls chanting over me laid a hand on my chest and boom! The altar broke, some weird white explosion rocked everything. When everyone was stunned, I grabbed my clothes and ran like hell. Dressed in a dark alley, and jumped down the river nearby. That's when (points to inquisitor knight behind the interrogator) found me half frozen. Thank God I am free. Q: I see. Then if I may ask, have you ever considered returning to them? A: No, but... I sometimes think the beating I received by the dark elf bitches was just, I had deserved it or something...(sighs) It's not a curse, is it? Q: No, but you may have to be quarantined for some time. Do you have any relatives we can inform for when you are released? A: It's a long fetch, but... (names an innkeeper female) Q: Any confessions you wish to make? A: After some time I liked being kept under lock and chain. Even today I want to say sorry to Izuma and sometimes want to return ...God, I feel cursed. Q: That will be all. Please take a sleep draught and rest. Summary: Subject suffers from "monster loyalty" syndrome . She will be kept for one year in monastic daycare and taught a trade for civilian life. Given information will be useful in liberating slave mines and identifying loyalty chains inside the monster hierarchy. Pheromone control needs to be researched and countered. The "masked man" must be investigated further. Mercenaries and the levies of Lescatian barons are to storm the monster city closest to Lescatie on the information given. Inquisitorial Interrogations After all, Deus Vult. *** Subject: Human male, age 18. Orphan. Found in a raid on a monster outpost. Angry, and combative. Eventually agreed to talk after we ensured the monstergirl known as Plum was safe and sound, though escaped Lescatian army. Another minotaur girl named Tora is a captive in the next cell. Subject insists "Tora" is released, citing familial bonds. Q: Tell us who you are. A: I'm Red. Who are you? Q: We are the ones who protect humans from monsters. A: Yeah? Mom says otherwise. Why should I trust you? Q: Mom? A: (describes a Holstaurus woman) She was good to me. And you just separated us! (angry flare) Q: Please settle down. Are you sure she is your mother? Monstergirls give birth to females only. A: She was mom to me. I don't remember no human past much. (frowns) Why I am here? I want to go back home! Q: First you must cooperate. What can you tell about your life as you remember? A : (brief argument with guards) Fine. I remember mom. We lived in a hut and Mom worked at her farm with her daughters. One was a minotaur, another a holstaurus as you say. Plum and Tora. Q: What farm? A: We had one. And we sold Mom's and Plum's milk too. Q: Holstaurus milk? A: Yeah, minotaurs don't give milk, they are stronger, more aggressive as Mom puts it. Tora works at a lumberjack, she is good for that stuff. We were doing alright paying the King's rent. Q: King's rent? A: Red King takes three out of ten of what you make. Only exception's when the family has more than three children, then it's two out of ten. Since Mom's husband died... Q: Can you tell me about him? A: Mom had a human man she had met. Said he was the kindest man she knew. Died in some accident at lumbering she said. Cried for weeks. She deserved better. After that day she bought me from the Mistresses for her daughter. Q: Who is the Red King? And those "mistresses?" A: Red King is the king of the monsters. Don't know, haven't seen him. The mistresses is what I remember when I was very little. I remember school, taught how to read and write and be good to my future monstergirl wife. Q: So you were sold as a groom??? A: So what? Teacher Lilim says its good and proper. Human boys are crude and bad, to be made good by the lash, then given to good wives only after they are well mannered so they won't make them sad or anything. Q: Lilim? A: (describes a Dark Elf slaver girl teaching/grooming boys as future husbands for monstergirls) Q: How strict was she? A: Pretty much. But she was soft for weakness. If you can't do something, it's ok. If you get mouthy, you get spanked badly. And she knew how to use a switch. If you got naughty, she would take you to her room... Well you know what happens. Q: I can guess. Anyway, so you were educated to be a "nice man" and then sold off? A: (nods) Mom had seen me sitting in the display room and talked to Mistress Lilim. Next thing I know Lilim tells me I'm adopted. So I bow goodbye and go with my clothes in a bag, and Mom's well...my new mom. Q: How were the first days? A: Nice. I met Tora and Plum, had dinner together. Both were nice but Tora said "she wanted something with more spirit" but Plum smiled and blushed. Mom said "it's settled"! I'd marry Plum if I were good and when we were both 18. Said she wanted lots of babies! (laughs, but then sighs in sadness) Q: What's your adoptive mother's name? A: Elise. I want to go back to her. She is a good woman and must have missed me. Q: We can't let you do that. Monsters are... A: She is my family. And I'm supposed to marry Plum next week! Don't you fucking tr- Q: Please calm down. Don't you see if you don't coop- A: Wanna see what years of Holstaurus milk and cheese does? Summary: Subject knocked out the entire inquisitorial staff cold with bare fists and escaped with "Tora". He can be presumed to return to monster world and married Plum, the holstaurus girl. Note to staff, either immobilize adopted subjects or give them infertility drugs on the sly to reduce chances of reproduction upon escape. Inquisitorial Knight Wilhemina given 11 months of medical leave due to broken bones, dislocated shoulders, concussion,severe post traumatic stress disorder and swollen eyes; she is also awarded a Purple Heart for the extensive injury suffered during the fight. Repairs to the inquisitorial keep will cost over 5000 gold pieces, note to the treasurer : consider selling monster girls as slaves, or make strong monstergirls work at the repairs to make up for the costs. After all, Deus Vult. *** Subject: Monstergirl, age 16. Species Kobold. Appearance is like a monstergirl with canine features, breed as Beagle. Floppy ears, white and brown fur. Found cuddling with the inquisitorial knight Wilhemina after she took a trip to the forest part of her healing program. Q: Tell us about yourself. A: Okie! I'm Rain! Who are you? Pleased to meet you! Hewwo! (eyes brighten, tail wags) Q: Please settle down. What can you tell me about yourself? A: (Pouts) I like humies. I like Mistress-in-Aarmor! She ish sad. And she wants cuddles! (Tail wag intensifies) Q: Wilhemina? Why her of all beings? A: Huh? (Blinks) Q: Why? Mistress? Wilhemina? The "mistress-in-armor"? A: Dunno. I smells her, she is mistress now! (Tail wags) Q: You like her? A: WEWY MUCH! Where ish mistress? (worried) Q: You will see her soon. First tell us more how you came to Lescatie. A: Liiskawha? (Yowls, tilts head.) Q: Land of "Humies", Lescatie. A: Aaa, humies! Mom said humies are good! They give yous pets pets on the head feels real nice! Sometimes bones, bones with meat! But mistress has speshul smell! Q: Smell? A: Mom says if someone smells speshul, he is your Master or Mistress! Where is mistress? Q: Not important now. First I have to as- A : (Starts tearing up and sobbing) Q: That won't work on me, hellbound monste- A: B-b-bBUT!(Sniffles and takes a deep breath) I DON'T WANT TO GO TO HELL!! (cries miserably, sobs) (after some minutes of persuasion, interview ended. She was consoled with hell being a bad joke, upon which she leapt on the staff and licked their faces. Insisted on sitting at Wilhemina's bedside) Summary: Subject released under the care of inquisitorial knight as her pet, given infertility drugs anyway, presumed sterilized. Kobolds are no longer a hostile species under law, but tolerated pets. Wilhemina is declared healed completely, insists on bringing Rain as a pet to all missions. Note to quartermaster: Kobolds as tracking hounds or diplomats between Monstergirls and Men? Apparently Deus even vult little cute dog-girls. "Alright. Here's my new decision. Get some extra oil, softer bedsheets and some monster masseuses..." Izuma gave her secretary, a half-elf girl that handled all her accounting. Izuma's oil massages were now extended to all workers daily; it ensured the nights at the slave barracks were full of giggles, sighs, moans and happy, warm sleepy nights as overseer girls gently massaged the sore bodies of the mine workers every evening before sleep. It brought much joy to both sides, and escapes dropped sharply. Izuma was surprised that some monstergirls even sold themselves to her mines, sending the proceeds to their families. "The Red King will be pleased." Her mines were now working at full capacity, and there was not a trace of despair in the air. "If only Fiona would return, though...I miss the hard-headed girl.She'd make a wonderful Oni." Report: Monster nations seem to be hellbent on massive procreation and production. Under these conditions, the human race is estimated to be overrun in some decades. New methods on sterilizing and population control needed, urbanization necessary. Spell for reversing monster-isation proposed. Using adopted children as double agents considered. Genocidal efforts are voted against by a landslide. Even so, Deus Vult. Subject: Female, wizard. Age: 29. Name, Irma. Least psychological damage amongst subjects. Freed from a prison cell of Monster Lord's servants. Cooperative, inquisitive and active, if a bit hyper and overweight. No corruption detected, so a short interview was all that was necessary. Q: Tell us about how you were captured. A: I was collecting components in the forest. When I was bent down to gather some purple toadstools, some monstergirl put a cloth on my face. I think it was chloroform. Then I remember being tied up in a slave caravan. T-they had used my staff to secure my hands and feet on it... It was embarrassing, especially with another dark elf giggling at my humiliation.T-they... Q: "they?" A: Called me fat. And...pinched my exposed bum over my panties...(looks down, and grows silent) Q: So where were you taken? A: Some market in the woods. They took all the women to some temple save for me. The boys and men were loaded in cages to be sold. Q: Why were you singled out? A: They said something about "magic user". I was gagged, tied tighter and tied to a separate pole with a sign saying "Wizard for sale." (looks down, embarrassed) Q: And did someone...buy? A: (nods) Some strange monster lady. She was white, far too white. Eyes cold as ice, hair some deep. And I mean, deep, black. She looked down on me all tied up with some pity. Paid the slaver dark elf girl some coins, a few books and I was carefully untied, fitted with some shining handcuffs that made my magic tingles quiet down, and given to her control. Q: Where did they take you? A: Oh, the woman said she is a Yuki-Onna. Some snow monstergirl. Then she took me by the arm and led me to her home. Didn't look cruel to me, but her hands felt cold. Real cold. So she took me to a house deep in the woods. It was...surreal. Q: How? A: It was all frozen. I know it was summer but the house had winter weather all around it. Even the rabbits had winter coats. It was... nice, though I was still scared to the bone, taken as a slave to some monstergirl's mansion. Q: And how was her attitude to you? A: Amiable. Regal. Strange. When we got into the house, she just gestured me to sit and wait... Then we sat over..tea and biscuits, she fed me by hand. It was weird. She said though she bought me as a slave, she'd make my life here comfortable if I behaved and worked. Q: What kind of work? A: Enchanting. After she explained what she wanted, I was uncuffed, and given a room. After that it was enchantment work under her watchful eye. Occasionally she used me as a maid when monstergirls came to visit. Q: What did she want for enchanting? A: Heat insulating wool and clothes, liquid preserving bottles, and well...preservative enchanted flasks. Q: What for? A: Um... male seed. You know...(grimaces) Q: She wanted bottles to preserve semen? A: (nausea) yes. Said monstergirls need it like water of life. It made them grow in body and even in magic. She herself had a fresh supply...or men as well. Q: She kept males? A: Aye. Adventurers, males bought from the market and a butler lad. They all served her hand-and-feet every second of her life. She even invited me...to her evening...pleasures. I refused of course. Q: What kind of...? A: She liked...drinking cum. It was seriously disgusting, a gentle looking and high lady for her to do that wantonly. She'd summon any boy she fancied, and just unhooked his pants and...with her mouth. You know. Q: So what happened? A: Well , we were friendly, almost. Once she even mentioned letting me go one day. It was a good life with her, just, almost. Q: Almost? A: Yuki was her name. And she hated crude things and drama. One day she received a visit. Some Oni girl from the mines, wanting to trade silver coins for preserving bottles. And Yuki wanted me to be the maid, so I just donned a frilly maid clothing and brought refreshments. When I leaned to put down the lemonade, the oni girl...pinched my...belly, exclaiming "jiggly jiggly!".It de me spill the drinks all over the table. That's when hell broke loose. Q: How? A: My mistr- captor blasted the oni girl with a spell and nearly destroyed half of the house. It took days before we could clean and tidy up and call for repairs. By then the Oni, and Yuki were suing each other. And I had to stay in prison so "magic" wouldn't influence the court until the case was settled. Then luckily you came along. Thanks. Q: You are welcome. Anything else you want to add? A: They all are a decent bunch most of the time but see humans as slaves or servants. I'm glad I'm back. It's the principle you know, better to be free than well pampered slave. Summary: Subject released. Insights into the judicial system of monster kingdoms are required. Monstergirl dependency on semen for powers a topic to be discussed in next inquisitorial meeting. Anti-frost bracelets are to be distributed to soldiers attacking said monster town. After all,Deus Vult. *** Irma sulked in her refurbished room, finally free amongst humans with spellbooks and files cluttering the cupboards, yet lacking something. It was only by a cold touch emanating from her backpack that made her jolt back to reality. It was a letter, written by colored ice emanating wisps of cool smoke. Tied to it was a chocolate chip cookie,topped with cream and cherry, magically preserved. Irma, This letter is written in case you escape: I understand that you have loved ones worried about you. But should you be aimless and alone, my door is always open. Love, Yuki. P.S: The scribe boy asks for you. I think you'd make a lovely couple. P.P.S: The cookie is your favorite. I made it myself *** The smile on the Yuki-Onna's face could light up a city when opening door revealed an oversized wizard hat, resting on a short red hair, a large set of glasses, big, afraid eyes and a shy smile. Both were locked in a long, warm, loving hug; Irma didn't even flinch or regret as the Yuki-Onna fastened a small, silver slave collar on the wizard girl's soft, white neck, then hugged her deeply, warmly and sincerely again. *** Subject: Centauride. Female. Age, 32. Slightly shorter than a horse, red-haired, and ill-tempered. Captured by rangers in the woods, nearly killed three captors before being shot with tranquilizers and restrained. Gagged and harnessed, she finally nodded acceptance to an interview. Q: I am going to ungag you. Will you cooperate? A: (Slow nod) Q : (Ungags) May I ask for your name? A: Marika. (glares) Q: Where are you from? A: The fuck does it matter? (strains her bonds) You are going to kill me, so go ahead you cunt. Q: No, we don't kill. We want to...learn. A: (silent treatment, glare) Q: So, where do you live? A: Plains. I won't tell you exactly where. Q: Tell us about... how you live then. A: Yurts. Q: Yurt? A: Goat hair tent. Round and large. Easy to carry. Q: So you are nomads? A: WHY DO YOU EVEN BOTHER? (Interlude, negotiating between the interrogator, chaplain and apotechary produces consensus to proceed after feeding and watering the prisoner, carefully laced with potion of truth. Vegetable salad, carrots and whole grain bread. Wine denied, considered for later as reward for good conduct.) Q: Does this persuade you of our good faith? A: (nods, still eating) What do you want? Q: We were back in "nomads" and how nomadic your people were. A: We stay in plains at summer, back south near the oasis for winter. Q : Oasis? The Yathrib desert? A: Yes. Seriously, priest, I'm talking here. Can I get at least some wine to wash it down? Q: (gestures for a wine skin) A: (Guzzles) Ah, that hit a spot. Now where was I? We move to the deserts, at least the edges of the desert for winter. Keeps lukewarm at the edge, you know? It's not too safe though. Slavers hunt us. Q: Human or monster? A: Human. Bedouin tribes. They value centaurides greatly. Very greatly. (spits) My mom was offered a fortune if she'd sell me to the sheikh as a personal mount. Mount indeed. (growls) Q: The tribes want you as... what? A: Mounts, intelligent mounts. And ... well... you know. Q: I don't. Really. A: Fine! Breed us for more centauride slaves. Horse or man it doesn't matter. Hey, I'm gonna need more wine if you want me to go that far. Q: Here. Now proceed. What did you mean by "Horse or man it doesn't matter"? A: ( guzzles) Well, since we no longer have men when a succubus managed to be the Demon Lord, we need... men. And you know, with that body, not many men like the idea. Annnnd we found out male horses did juuust fine. (burps) Q: What? A: Yup. We could mate with horses to get centauride babies too. But the temperament is just different. Q: How so? A: Centaurides with horse-daddies are tougher, less sissy and stronger. They don't break for a man with a riding crop and be his bitch. Q: And which one are you? A: Which one do you think, fuckwit?I need wine. Q: I think you had en- (interlude with apotechary giving wine heavily laced with truth serum) Fine, one last skin. A: Guzzles) Fuuuuuuck...that'sh good. Thanksh girl, that's what I like about humies. (Burps) Q: What do you like? A: (sneezes) I like humans in cities, not shome fuckwit tribal in a tent riding a camel. You got some nice stuff. Wine, good food, nice dresses (giggle) Q: You like dresses? A: Fuck yeah, why not? I'm a woman like you are. Just because I have a horse pussy doesn't make it less importantsh. (Laughs drunkenly) Get it? (leans on Merle) Horse. Pussy. Q: Um... thanks for the too much information, I guess. Are you married? A: Naah, I was looking for one...(Look about worried, as if blurted out something )Why am I... Q: Don't worry about that. What were you doing by the borders of the town? A: I was...(Strains) I...was looking for...trading...and a mate. Q: Trade? A: Fursh and ivory. For pretties. (burps) Q: Certainly. As for the mate...? A: You know, I'm not talking more. Q: Maybe you need more wi- A: No. Enough. Ask something else or let me go. Else my family will be worried. Q: Maybe later. (scuffle) If you don't want to be restrained again, please cooperate, miss...Marika. A: Well, about fucking time you called me by name. We look like animals to you, right? Q: Believe me, you are not. Please, just say what else you wanted. A: Well, after trading my stuff for some grooming products and wine, I was going to go home, hopefully with a mate. But yeah, I see that in your eyes you will lock me up or something right? Q: No, maybe. Tell us about your summer dwelling. A: Plains, away from the Red King's domain.(yawns) Q: Why? Aren't you monsters too? A: There we are...(looks down) Often made slaves for the mines and farms. Pulling plows , you know...? Our tribe chieftess once sold a few troublemakers to the farms as pack animals. It's not like before, the Red King is itching for war and expanding. And takes everything as either warriors or servants. I'm not pulling a plow with my hands tied behind my back! I'd rather die! Q: Don't worry. Summary: Marika was given two choices: Employment as a knight's mount or pack animal, or trade her supplies and leave immediately. Obviously she chose the latter. However, the gleam in her eye as she was described the employment at the farm suggested she might be coerced given enough magic, extra monetary compensation or force. Council will consider using centaurides as intelligent animals in return for payment and asylum. P.S: Marika said she'd consider being a knight's mount only if she fancied the man. Request to "look for a lord to serve" denied. We cannot let monsters run loose in Lescatie. After all, Deus Vult. *** Marika trotted across the plains, carrying her load of trade goods back to her tribe. The knight that had guarded her cell was actually quite suitable. Honorable, for he had tried to make her comfortable and disapproved the inquisition's methods. Strong, because he beat her in combat. Smart, instead of resorting to more violence, he let her be tranquilized after blocking her attacks. Maybe next time, she could approach him personally on the sly. "Juan." She repeated his name in her mind. Inquisitorial Interrogations The centaur girl nearly punched herself after she realized she'd been dawdling, fantasizing about pretty children she'd have with Juan. *** Subject: Minotaur female. Contrary to legends, surprisingly humanoid save for horns, and hooves. Age 20+, arrested in a bar fight where an entire tavern full of patrons lay half dead in a beaten pile. Was paralyzed by magic and brought to inquisitorial dungeons. Q: Tell us your name. A: (Burps) Hangover...need...coffee... (treatment for hangover, along with willow tea) Q: Tell us your name. A: Ruby. Q: Why did you get involved in a bar fight? A: The fucker called me a cow and groped my tits. No one calls me cow! Q: But , if I might ask, you have...certain qualities? A: So, what? You humans evolved from apes, do I call you "ape"? Where am I anyway? Q: Inquisitorial quarters for questioning. A: Ooooh, I get it. Scary monster girl beat up your "widdle defenshelesh farmer boys" and now I'm the bad girl? They coulda done more to me. Q: No, because you were in a human town and just- A: Can it, cleric girl, I have permission papers. I can't have kids you know. Magic accident. (sighs) at least that lets us go into your cities. Q: Why aren't you frequenting Monster cities? A: Because Red King made it a nightmare to live in, that's why. Q: Please explain more. A: If you are a minotaur, you are encouraged to do heavy labor or "end up" doing so. Refuse, and somehow you have broken a law and sentenced to labor in mills or farms. *blows raspberry* And the dark elf bitches get a nice bounty for each "conviction." Fucking wage slavery scam. Q: What's your profession? A: I'm a musician. And like to paint...what? HEY! STOP LAUGHING OR I'll (restrained) Q: What instrument? A: Mandolin. Bring one and I'll show ya. (after some minutes, she plucks an admittedly lovely tune) So much for a freebie. Pay to hear more. (grunts) Q: So, Red King gears every race under him for war? A: Yup. It's a powder keg up there. They don't want you to know it. Q: Can you tell us more? A: (shrugs) the fuck I know. After I got Mom's inheritance, I made like a baker and moved my buns, thought the humans would accept us. Human art schools tend to wave swords in your face when you are minotaur girl (sighs) Q: You have an arrest record. Says you punched the dean in the face and gave him concussion. A: He laughed and said "what would a cow know of art?", but then he said "dat bahtuhg broge by dose". (chuckles) Q: Yet you lingered. A: Yeah, the town of Hardlik didn't mind having monsters as long as they didn't hunt the men or got pregnant. Met a nice human girl there, taught me art. Music, some painting, the works... Q: Something happened? A: Nah, just gossip. One day the town wives say their husbands don't pay attention to them because there is a minotaur cow slut in town yadda yadda. Fuck, you saw the women? I wouldn't stick my dick in them if I was drunk AND horny. One of them threw mud at my painting when I was busy doing my first , my very first!. And I was just about to finish the petals of a rose with oil coloring! Worse, the mud splashed to my face. It all broke down there. Q: What does the color red do to you? A: Nothing actually. It was the senseless provocation. Next thing I remember half of the town was in ruins and Mary, my friend was crying. (sighs) I fucked it up badly there. But I wouldn't give up. So I got to the town of yours and had a beer. You know the rest. Q: You don't like men? A: Nah, of course I do. Only if they aren't assholes. Your women are right calling you pigs. Give a girl some space to breathe! Now I wouldn't mind that yound strapping lad tending to the garden. He sounded right civi- Q: Let's concentrate on your life first. A: Suit yourself ma'am.(chuckle)Haven't ticked off your jealousy nerve, am I? Summary: Rest of the interview was about the racial characteristics of minotaurs and their cousins, holstaurus. Apparently both races are interchangeable subraces that can be born of each other, provided there is a human man to mate with. In exchange for intelligence about monster cities, Ruby's crime record was erased, though she did not divulge when she became sterile "in an accident" Summary of all interviews: The Monster fiefdom of the so called "Red King" is gearing for war, production and reproduction resorting to all methods of coercion including sexual and chattel slavery. And immediate Crusade needs to be declared. Stronger, more industrious monstergirls are used as laborers, often coerced. Methods for an outreach (and turncoat) program are proposed. After all, Deus Vult. *** Hoisting her backpack over her shoulder, Ruby held the crumpling note in her hand. After she had left the inquisitorial keep, a cloaked figure had roughly handed it to her, and disappeared faster in the crowd than she could blink: Secede, brothers and sisters! The Red King threatens war with humans and makes them slaves. Lescatie sterilizes and abhors monsters. Neither are just! Both are evil! Centaurs, Minotaurs and many other monstergirls, there is a sanctuary for you in the Prince Albion Islands. We are a benevolent group of humans and monsters escaping both the religious fanaticism of Lescatie and the slave-and-lust-fueled war machine of Red King. Humans, monsters and Monster-Human couples are all welcome! Raise your sons and daughters in a new environment free of hate and full of love! No slavery, but cooperation between races! ***** Ruby blinked: To be free! Practice art freely and find a gentle, loving human husband. Perhaps find a way to be fertile and have daughters to teach arts to. No longer worry about war effort or prejudice or look out for a dark elf slaver to con you into servitude. Maybe in time she could be the first Minotaur Professor of Arts. "I better check it out..."She headed in the general direction of the docks to find a ship. Subject: Elf. Age: 329. Female. Arrived at Lescatie's capital to specifically ask for the Inquisition. Taken in, requests for personal hygiene and food beforehand granted. Subject is aloof, yet civil. Q: Tell us about yourself. A: What's there to tell, human? I came to tell you of many things, my life isn't all that exceptional. Q: Tell us anyway. We keep records about everything. A: Very well. Lilianthalasa Nos Quarith, I'm 330 this week. Mother and Father were the last trueborn elves before monsters overran the kingdom, and dark elven sluts seceded. Q: We don't know about their origins. Would you tell us? A: (sighs) Fine. When the kingdom collapsed, some elves sunk into depravity, and were corrupted by succubi and monstergirls. But the atrocity didn't end here. The ones who betrayed our morals were still like us, then some of them labored underground and experimented with magic types forbidden to us. Their hair became white, and skins black as night. Whores. (smirks) Q: What was that? A: Whenever I see one I work hard not to kill the whores, the sluts. They made our race a race of slaves and slavers to humans and carnality. The dark ones deserve to be raped and sold into slavery to serve men. I hate them...so much...(grits teeth) guh! Q: They are all corrupt like that? A: (Nods) Without exception. And worse, they turned on us too. But I must give you my message first. Q: Please do so. A: Red King is a human, and he is married with a succubus queen, Agrat Bat Mahlat. He organizes the whole kidnap-sex-convert frenzy to increase his population. And he has infiltrators in your King's court. Q: Who are these spies? A: (names five individuals) The sixth even I don't know. But I can tell the queen referred to him as "the Warthog". Someone fat or aggressive? Who knows... Q: Population? A: His domain's not as strong as you think. The problem is, he will have bred his people tenfold in a generation. Your males cannot deny pleasure and fathering children, pigs that they are. Q: You hate humans too? A: (shrugs) Does it matter? Your men can't keep their codpiece intact after seeing one of our perfect kind. Or monstergirls. (shudders) All they can think is sex, sex and sex... And they don't even wash right! When I entered the town, the smell of men were everywhere, disgusting...I wouldn't step inside human towns if I didn't have to give you the plans of the Red King...and your knights kept their eyes glued to my ass, one would imagine as if they'd never- Q: You are blushing. A: I AM NOT! Q: Suit yourself. Summary: Rest of the interview records concern the transfer of blueprints of the castle and the war machines. Subject given lifelong permission to live in human cities, considered a non-Monster humanoid species. Subject received news with suppressed appreciation, saying "I-it's not that I like your men or anything, I am merely granting you my wisdom and company!" Subject was the favorite of high society meetings and the idol of lonely, monster susceptible males. Even the inquisitor general was amused. After all, Deus Vult. "You have done well in writing and reading tests. Your apprenticeship to the stonemason is also complete. You have done your duties exceptionally. Now for the final part of our test." The tall, wicked looking dark elf lady slowly tapped her high-heels on the wooden floor. She had a steel-tipped ruler in her hand, and a whip was curled and tied to her belt holding her miniskirt. Her eyes were cool and appraising as she considered the student standing before her. Taken from a crumbling orphanage raided by Red King's centauride outriders, he had adjusted well to his new life. "Why should we not masturbate, Theo?" The dark elf's ruler was tapping gently on her thigh, reminding him of his manners. Her violet eyes appraised the young student just reaching his 18th birthday in the secluded grooming school run by her. "Because our seed is the property of our wives and other monstergirls, mistress." The blue-haired human boy stood uneasily, shyly answering the questions. "And we should just save it for them, even submitting to restraints to prevent pleasing ourselves." "Very good. And what are a man's primary and secondary purposes?" The dark elf did nothing to hide her white underwear clearly seen from the position of her mini-skirt. "Eyes up here!" She commanded with a glare. "To please monstergirls and serve them, and be obedient husbands." The boy flinched at the raised ruler and the frown. "And give our seed to spread life!" "Verry good..." The dark elf purred slowly, lowering the ruler very slowly across his cheeks , the steel tip gently caressing his lower lip. She chuckled as the scared boy kissed the ruler by instinct, remembering the "punishment sessions". The dark elf teacher blew a wisp of hair escaping her painfully tight hair bun. "Very good. You will make a prime merchandise." Her wicked whip and an armband with a triskelion reminded him of his place. "You will enter your 18th birthday this night. You know what this means?" Seeing him nod, she continued anyway "The next few days enterprising monstergirl mothers will be bidding on you to pick you as a husband to themselves or their daughters. You know you will serve them in any way they demand...if you ever make them sad..." Her ruler tapped his nose. "You will regret you were born." "Hit your wife, and I will not only hit you a hundred fold, but I will brand you with a "W", meaning "wife-beater", on your face." "Try running away, and you will be delivered to your wife with a much more restricted future." "Rape a human, even the lowliest slave girl or boy, or a monster-believe me , some just don't want it-, and I will castrate you and leave you for dead." "Cheat on your wife with another monstergirl and..." her face turned into a look of utter cruelty...making the boy flinch. "Nothing!" She suddenly started laughing. "Sex and joy is everyone's right.Just make every monstergirl happy whenever you can. Now, retreat to your quarters and sleep." As the boy bowed and left, the dark elf teacher grinned to herself. "He will be the ideal breeder." She already could imagine hundreds of monstergirl toddlers calling him "daddy." Still...she thought it wouldn't hurt to do some quality testing...plus it would make a fine gift to an orphan who never got a birthday present. And so, the spent , utterly spent, ivory-colored form of the quivering boy fell asleep on the sweat-and-sex soaked ebony mistress' chest, she gently whispered to his ear : "Happy birthday." *************************** Subject: Age 21, female, Lizardwoman. Surprisingly humanoid except for reptilian eyes ,mild scales on her cheek and shoulders, and scaly lizard feet and tail. Captured in combat, she surrendered amiably once downed. However, dialogue problematic as she constantly demands the hand of Inquisitor Knight Joachim in marriage. Q: Please tell me your name. A: Lara. Lara Eidechse von Eidechsenburg. (her attitude can be described as „stiff upper lip") Q: May I ask where you are from? A: May I ask where Herr Joachim is? Q: It's irrelevant. Pleas- A: Nein. I demand to know where he is, and his acceptance of my offer before we can talk further. Q: Why? A: It is the strict law, Ordnung of my people, lizardfolk. The one who defeated me is to be my destined husband. Q: Ordnung? A: (silent treatment) Q: (Interlude) Knight Joachim is guarding the room. And he is (whisper) refusing your offer. A: You are lying. Q: Please miss, cooperate with us. A: (Loud sigh, crosses arms) Fine. Yet you know I shall marry Herr Joachim, and have many babies, strong lizardgirls who will carry on the banner of House Eidechse. Q: You seem to be sure of yourself. Inquisitor Knight Joachim is an honorable and chaste man, and does not mate with monsters. What makes you so sure? A: Oh? Honor and chaste we value. And don't ever tell me he abhors monsters. I saw his codpiece strain as I hugged my injured chest and cried in pain like a damsel in distress. I felt his hardness with my tail rubbing on his crotch as I was captured, he wants what all men want- Q: Focus on the issue. What are the Ordnungs? A: Die Ordnungen. Principles of lizardgirls for an honorable life. One: Ehre. Do not threaten the weak, peaceful and the helpless. Do not suddenly butt into an abused kingdom and challenge the already exhausted humans. Let them in peace. Challenge only the idle and the strong. Two: Vielfalt. Roam the world and challenge as diverse adversaries as possible. We challenge men , and rarely women at arms to a duel over gold or marriage. Three: Lebensschutz. Do not kill, except for extreme circumstances and the dishonorable. Four: Vehmehrung. Be fruitful and multiply with the strong. Those that defeats you must be your destined husband. Combined with the second Ordnung , we bring an honorable, strong and diverse pool of men to our family lines. My Grandmother, for example, mated with Herr Heinrich von Drachenburg. Q: Impossible. Founder of the Inquisition??? A: (chuckle) Yes. If you don't believe, I can add that he missed his left little finger, and had an anvil-shaped birthmark on his thigh. Q: (speechless, interlude) But how? When? A: Can I have a drink first? Beer preferred. Weiz- wheat beer if possible. Q: (Interlude) Please proceed. A: 120 years ago. Day and Month (redacted). He fought with my Grandmother for three days and nights, believing her to have kidnapped human children from a village. The third day my grandmother fell on one knee, completely exhausted. My people all rushed to her defense should he ever try to kill her; though he also relented, thinking. Just that awkward silence was broken with my Grandma's friends bringing the kidnapped children back from dark elven slavers, and stunning the knight. My people were also stunned when the knight led the children quietly back, and returned a day later, on one knee with a marriage ring. Tales say the whole castle celebrated for seven days and nights. The daughters born of this marriage each set up a house: House Eidechse, House Vermis, House Kertenkele, and many others. Q: You say that our founder mated with monsters. Do you know what this means? A: Sensitive knowledge? You won't let me go? Fine, dishonorable men and women. I will make Joachim outside my husband, by any means necessary. And you are indeed miserable. We could have been on the same side, yet you treat me like an anomaly.(shrugs) Q: (restrains the subject by the hands and the root of her tail and goes to call the Elders for advice) A: Dumb move. Summary: Subject used her tail to pick the lock on her cuffs, severed it, knocked out the guards and kidnapped Knight Joachim from his bed. Inquisitor Merle reprimanded for poor lack of judgement. A rescue team for Knight Joachim is to be formed and given some monstergirl captives and money in trade. Knight Joachim will be questioned about why he did not resist capture. Retrieval of human assets are paramount. However, the lizardgirl culture gleaned from the interview has given us a lot of insights. They have a code of honor, culture and family lines. Perhaps they can be reasoned with. Perhaps they will ally us against the Red King. However, first and foremost, we will follow the Allfather's code and retrieve our humans first, and are willing to go on a crusade for it. After all,Deus Vult. **** "I got a mate~" Lara swam effortlessly as she hoisted the hogtied man on her back and swam like a shark across the river. A small band of her sisters cheered their warrior returning with a healthy, virile male. "I apologise for the discomfort, my future husband." Lara slowly untied the stunned lad who was one moment sleeping with his undies, and the other hogtied and hoisted away by a running lizard girl. As he was finally untied and ungagged, the poor man started to cough and spit water and rubbing his limbs. "Let's get you warm and well-fed, my champion." The stunned boy could barely stutter a response as he was lead to a large campfire, with simple but hearty food already cooking, and the smell of food was mixed with the wonderful, arousing smell of monstergirls, and coffee. Even more funny was the sudden rush of activity after the meal when the poor lad was quickly made to dress a long, brown, thick robe and Lara hastily put on a simple white bridal veil. Uh-oh. Both were surrounded by lizardgirls, with an elderly, larger one raising her hands. "Do you, Lara Eidechse von Eidechsenburg, take your Champion, Joachim, to be your husband?" "Ja!"The lizard girl did not hide her mirth. "Do you, Joachim von...Lescatie, take..." The sounds of swords drawn made Joachim shiver. The innocently smiling lizardgirls drew their swords, each laid their curved blades against his throat. "...take Lara Eidechse von Eidechsenburg, to be your lawful wife?" *gulp* For one quiet minute, Joachim paled and gulped. A circle of blades were formed on his throat, each girl smiling innocently and brightly, eyes squinted, yet still looking at him with a strange, gentle smile. "Um...I...do...?" He answered with a face as impassive as stone. "Oh knock it off..." Lara chuckled as the girls laughed and dropped their swords. "Sorry, it's a joke we made a habit of. Such forced marriages would be dishonorable and evil." Lara squirmed and smiled. "If you deny me, I won't force you..." Her smile died a little with her heart fluttering in fear. "Then I still do!" The young man smiled, relaxing. A massive cheer erupted as Lara ripped off her veil and leapt on his new husband, planting her lips on his mouth with passion. A bigger cheer erupted as the young knight held Lara by the hips, and gave another kiss with him bending her down. Inquisitorial Interrogations They rode to Eidechsenburg, the lizardgirls already starting the bets on how many babies the pair would conceive in the next three years, and how many weeks would it take for Lara to regrow her tail. Lack of tails made lizardgirls' butts look big. ************ Subject: Female undead, apparent age late thirties. Captured in a mausoleum of old Misrani civilization. Wears a strange, royal headdress with stripes , a headband with a snake emerging from the forehead, a long, flowing cotton robe and extensive jewelry. Physical health is top shape; though mild gray discoloration of her undead status is apparent. Her magical spells gravely injured several warriors before she could be subdued by clerics and captured. Subject does not sleep, eat or drink. Instead, she angrily retorts in old Misrani and attempts to rape young males approaching her. Interview done by archaeologist professor Ashcorp. Q: Tell us about yourself. A: At last a barbarian who can speak my tongue! Prostrate yourself immediately you swine, before I have you flayed alive! Q: Please, lady, you are no longer a queen. A: You DARE to challenge my royal title? If your cowardly masters wouldn't ward this room I'd fry you alive with my magic and hang your skin by my bed! Q: Lady, please. Come to reality (signals for a Control Undead spell). The Kingdom of Misr is gone. Un-der-stand. This. Damnit. A: (Frozen in shock) What? Q: ( recites from a history book)The Hyksos overran your palace in 648th Apep's year. Today , lady Hatshepsut, is 2000 years later. So, it's 2648 Apep's year for you. A: But...how? You must be lying! No! The sea people, how dare THEY! (strange, purple tears form and crystallize) Q: I'm sorry, I can tell you more should you wish. You died under strange circumstances and were buried in 378th Apep. You see...(recites the history of Misr over 4 hours after a brief rest) A: (sobs) My Kingdom is gone...what am I now, but a husk clinging to life? (tears fall, sobs and falls to the ground) Q: I'm sorry. (attempts to comfort, fails) A: I was poisoned. Q: Oh? A: A mahluqat did it. Q: You mean, girls who are like monsters? A: (nods) Q: This predates the monster wars, the demon queen, everything! Please, bear with me. Did the...mahluqat have male versions? A: (nods wearily) Q: Much better, now this fits the change in their society. (writes) Can you tell us about your killer and your life? We are scribes and warriors dedicated to preserve the human race in the face of those...mahluqats. We need to compare your testimony to texts of history. A: (Studies the professor and Inquisitor Merle) Very well...you see... Summary: The Pharaoh class undead girl will be lodged in a special chamber filled with Misrani artifacts of culture , to avoid shock and alienation. Tear crystals will be analyzed. Insights into her life and kingdom's court updated our knowledge of the Second Era of Misr, as well as giving insight into pre-Succubus era monsterfolk and their characteristics and a secret society of vampires and scorpion-people beneath the kingdom. With great shame, Hatshepsut asked for male semen due to her monsterisation, citing a strange hunger for it, as well as avoiding normal sustenance. Request granted, albeit with hesitation. The squires eager to supply the said semen were reprimanded for their weakness. This confirms the theory of succubus Monster Queen's influence reaching to all monsters, even those turned ages ago... We must find out all mausoleums and enlist the Pharaohs to our side before they are consumed by need of semen. We must redouble our efforts to rob the monster kingdoms of magic, and attack them with all our might. After all, Deus Vult. ****** Subject: Female human, age 33. Knight gone missing ten years ago, name Christina Valdez de Silva. Subject physically in top shape, well maintained but bears mild scarring - apparently due to whipping - on her back and her neck where a chafing iron collar must have been attacked. Psychological state is healthy, however subject wants to be disbanded and return to her family who gave her up for dead. Subject will be released after the interview. Q: Accept our congratulations for your escape and sympathies for your ordeals. Can you tell us about them anyway? A: Even carnal ones? Q: All of them. We are sworn to secrecy. Even if you did the most unspeakable acts, we swear no one shall know them (Makes the sign of the Heavenly Seal) By Allfather I swear. A: Very well. How do I begin? Q: From beginning to the end. A: Alright. Water? (Drinks) We were routing monstergirl slavers on the outskirts of Ciudad Grenada. After the Kingdom reconquered my lands in a glorious Reconquista, it was a child's play to rout all slavers and raze their wretched towns. With Grenada fallen to our grasp, and all monster residents sent south to their foul Kingdom, my company was making short work of rag-tag bandits, orcs and dark elves. Orc girls we either let go or killed when they attacked peasants. Dark Elves...(clenches her teeth) Whores. Sluts. Slavers. Rapists. Cunt-mouthed, lily-livere- Q: Please calm, miss. Take a draught of serenity potion if needed. A: (Drinks and sighs.) I'm sorry. Q: You were under captivity for years. It's understandable. I assume it's the dark elves that captured you? A: Si . The sluts had sprung a trap. Even so, we deflected their shots, knocked out the most of them; even killed some. My Toledo steel armor held, and I beat down the lot of them with my sword, with my fist, with my kicks... One last bitch had gotten away on a horse, with a captive peasant girl screaming for her life tied on her back. I had to rescue her. So... I kicked my horse to a gallop, and cornered her at the riverside near a tree. (sighs, and sobs) Q: What happened? A: A trap killed my horse, and flung me to the ground. I rolled up, and ran towards the dark elf bitch calmly waiting with the peasant girl in her arms with a dagger to her throat...(voice slow and shaky) She said "one more step, and I slit your damsel from ear to ear. Now drop your sword." ... I said "No." and advanced on her, blade raised. "If you kill her, I will drag you back to Grenada where they will burn you alive for that." It didn't relent her. "Soon my mounted sisters will arrive on a boat to take me back south. Can you outrun them?" I thought about it for a minute. "I can dash to the horse and ride away with you on my back." This nearly stopped her. I was desperate for time, so I offered myself in return. "Take me instead. Put her on the only horse and make her ride home." Q: Oh? Ah, this confirms the reports of the peasant girl's tale! This will put you up for an award, miss, if not for sainthood. A: (Laughs) What good will it do? The things they did to me...(shudders) Q: Please tell every detail. A: Si. Grinning, the bitch put the girl on the horse and slapped it. Soon the poor lass was riding for her life back to Grenada. And not a moment too soon as a fast boat appeared coming. She had this shit-eating grin in her face. "Drop your weapons, knight-dame." I still remember her predatory smile. So I did.(Licks lips) "Off with the armor." When I refused, she flashed her scimitar to my throat. So it was to strip or die. (sighs) When I was in my thin clothes, she had whistled. "You are built like a brickhouse, woman. I think I got myself a bargain instead of the flimsy peasant girl. Take off everything." I said I wanted at least my honor intact. Q: I take it she refused. A: And laughed. "You gave up. That's honor? You are now my property, woman." And she leapt forward and cut my clothes faster than I could blink. It was horrible being naked and shivering in front of a -now disembarked- ship full of grinning dark elf women. Each laughed and joked as they appraised me like a slab of meat, hands slapping my thighs, my behind...my chest. "Give her an oar. Whip her if she slows down." So I was roughly pulled, and made to sit in their ships as the monstergirls looted the nearby burning homes and shops. Then they sailed off with their loot, and me naked and guarded by my foul captor. I had to pull oars as well. Q: Then what happened?(Gives potion of remembering disguised as water) A: Well...(gulps) God, I shouldn't remember , it was so humiliating...I was pulled out, given a potion of stamina, and my hands were tied behind my back, still naked, and I was pulled with a leash around my neck as monstergirls cheered and...*sob* pinched me when I was pulled by them. There were human servants who looked away and just scurried working. *sob* She led me in this humiliating way, even stopping me and pointing at my body, exclaiming her catch like a fish...*spits and swears* If I ever catch her...I swear, I will...kill her slowly...*sighs* Q: Sorry to hear. What then? A: I was led to a palace. Every monstergirl tending to it looking at me hungrily. "I hope you choke on my bones..." is the only thing I could stammer when I saw a massive ogre girl with a cleaver come near me. My captor laughed and swatted me on the ass "We don't eat women...well not that way." Decadent whore. As the cook just shrugged and carried a pig back to the kitchens, I was poked and prodded until we came in sight of the Bitch Queen... Q: Khalifa... A: Her. Her Lowliness,*grumbles* in all her dark-elf glory after usurping the Magreb kingdom of men, still dressed like a fucking empress, just chewed her fingernail and smirked. I remember it like yesterday. "What gift have your brought me, Viera?" She spoke. "Kneel." My captor snapped her fingers, pointing down. Q: And you? A: Nearly headbutted her, managing only a weak spit before she slapped me and pulled me down to the carpeted floor. Whiplashes without pause...*shudders* I felt like I was burning...Then she repeated: "Kneel, bitch, and kiss her Majesty's toes. Maybe then we may keep you as a palace concubine." I told her to suck a floppy chumbo el burro, pardon my language. I lost it. Said I'd rather die. And they thought about executing me here and then. The royal executioner, an ogre girl 8 feet long with an axe as big as herself was waiting downstairs. I closed my eyes and waited for my death...then... Q: Then? A: Khalifa laughed, stopping my captor. "This one has spirit. Send her to the arena. If she wants to die for her God, let it be entertaining for us. Everyone wins! Right?" She opened her hands, even stroking my shoulders and muscles...*looks down* "Right?" Somehow I blurted that I was cold and wanted clothes. Surprisingly, she accepted "Let her dress whatever she wants, feed her and bathe. Let's see if she changes her mind after seeing the arena." So I was taken to a nice large Magreb bath, given a nice uniform, an admittedly fine meal, and taken to a slave barracks. My captor...the sadistic bitch made every moment of it a torment though. Bathed me herself. Commented on my body in most lewd ways...*sob* forcibly shaved my entire body...head, legs,womanhood and armpits...dressed me forcibly...fed me by hand, and made me suck her finger after dipping it in sauce. *sighs* I wanted to die from shame. Q: And the arena? A: I had three days to make up my mind. Kiss Khalifa's feet and be palace property, a gift of Viera to the Khalifa. Defy, and fight to death in the Arena. I still had my honor, I insisted. Viera called me an idiot and said I'd die miserably on the sand. Then added that she was sad for me to throw my life away. I told her that it was my choice, one way or another I was dead, but I had saved one innocent's life from the likes of her. She looked at me with something of an admiration, nodded and left. Q: So I take it you fought? A: Yup. Before the tournaments, I was taken in leather armor in front of Khalifa. She said "It's sad that you are throwing your life away. Kiss my feet, and I will take good care of you." With a lick of her lips. All I could do was to hold my head high. She shrugged, and I was dragged out of the palace, into the Arena. Q: What did they make you fight? A: Summoned monsters. Slaves are a waste of life you see. After all, who would tend to the indolent sadistic bitches' gardens, fields and homes? *spits* Q: But there was a slave, you...? A: One warrior slave at a time, though sometimes monstergirls volunteered to show off. If I did fight monstergirls, the fight was made with blunted, non lethal weapons. Q: For how long did you fight? À: Until I dropped. I counted four hours until I fainted. The bitches gave me an armor that barely covered me, with a leather thong underneath. Still I fought, luckily they gave me my Toledo-steel blade. So I cut skeletons, zombies, countless weird monsters, imps, quasits, et cetera. When I ran through my last foe, some large demon, they clapped and threw roses even as I fainted from thirst and fatigue. Q: So? You were freed? A: I wish. Suddenly, I was "the Spaniard" Viera's trophy slave gladiatrix. I woke up at an infirmary with the bitch's eyes gleaming as if she found a treasure. I knew I was fucked. Chingada . Q: How was her attitude? A: Changed. Said she would take good care of her investment and nearly made a fortune. She offered me my freedom on the spot if I'd submit to the monster transformation and fight one more time pro bono for her. Said I'd make a mighty minotaur woman at least. Q: And you...? A: I recited prayers from the Allfather about not to consort with the monster. She laughed and left. Q: Oh. And how was life then? A: I was put to a strict diet and training. Worst was the bathing. Viera insisted she'd watch my every moment with a smile. When I told her I don't swing that way her laughter rang across the bath. "Everyone swings that way." Still, I became strong . Soon I could fight for eight hours and once defeated a Balor. Yes, the one with the ape-like legs and canine head, with the black rod. They cheered like mad. Q: So you just fought for their amusement? A: Almost. I was taken to the Khalifa, who clapped with delight. "Become one of us." She said "And you will be Viera's equal, no, superior. I will grant you land and fame as we raid the human's cities." Q: Your refusal?(gives another potion of remembrance) A: (drinks) I breathed in, gently, and asked to speak freely. When she nodded , I spoke "My duty was to protect the weak, the meek and the defenseless. I fought for your amusement, and I will do so if it pleases you and keeps you from raiding out of sheer boredom. I am martyring myself here, with no requests of rewards. Kill me if it will amuse you, but I would rather die than raiding my kin. You are NO QUEEN OF MINE, AND WILL NEVER BE KIN OF MINE!" Q: Their reaction? A: Silence. Viera's eyes bulged, and she almost killed me on the spot, were it not for Khalifa. She raised her hand. Chuckled. Then she kept on. "I yield. You are unbreakable. Bring her to my chambers, and pay Viera...say...500 platinum pieces" Q: What did she do to you? A: *gulps. Eyes tear* Q: Torture? Rape? A: Sort of. I...So I was cuffed and dragged to the most decadent, opulent bedroom this side of the Sea. She stood on the balcony, overlooking a series of warships. Without turning her head, the dark elf queen-bitch spoke "I will give the order to pillage Grenada this evening. They will bring in slave humans by the thousands. And kill many more." When I nearly charged her, intending to drop her from the balcony with me if needed, she continued. "Of course, I can delay that. Maybe indefinitely. You see, I am bored." She grinned. "Amuse me, and I might not..." She yawned mockingly. So... Q: So? A: I did what I had to do. I slept with her. Please do not ask for the details. Because... Q: Too shameful? A: No...she was ...great. I confess: I had married a man but...this...she knew every nerve, every expected response. And she owned a series of strange torture devices. Hours later I was a half consumed wreck on the bed. Worse was her comments. "This was the best time of my life." "I didn't know Castillano knights were whores of the highest grade" "You should have been a high-class escort." I begged her to stop humiliating me. She refused. "I will use you. Like a whore, then a pain doll. Only when you are boring me I will sell you off. So, you do swing that way. You just didn't realize it." Q: God, I am sorry...(tries to comfort the traumatized woman) A: (shrugs) too late now. At least I gave you the time to gather your navy for the victory at Lepanta. Right? Q: Yes. It will be noted...maybe not noted...Can you proceed? A: Aye. So, my worst time started. It was a sin in every way. I lay with a woman, did things and sexual practices I shouldn't...was tortured and teased in every way. My...nipples are pierced. Belly...pierced...the top of my womanhood, the small...love button...pierced. *sobs* she would cut my back and buttocks and whip them and heal them. She would call a medusa, make me look in her eyes and make a sculpture copy in many lewd shapes. *starts to cry* Then she discarded me after I refused the monster ritual one last time and spat at her. Then I was dragged out and put to an auction in the nude...My torment was not over. Q: I'm sorry. Would you like a potion of clear mind? Mirth? A: (refuses) It's alright. I was tied to a pole and was described : "Fallen knight from the North, fought in the arena, has the might of a hundred men, blabla..." Monster females of every shape and age bid on me. So, in the end, some strange monstergirl bought me. She was like an ant from the waist down. Carapace, legs and all...and carried miner's equipment. Q: So...mines? A: Si. At least she was a bit decent. Gave me clothes and chatted me gently with an arm locked on mine. She would take me north to a silver mine near Grenadan coast, and would maybe free me, say, in 10 years if I worked hard. I sighed. Better than nothing, plus chance to be freed if some coastal raider attacks the mine, right? Q: Can you tell me where it could have been? A: (Gives a series of landmarks that pinpointed the location) That helped? Q: It did. Please go on. A: So, it was a hard, but fair life under her. Ant girls are strange. They don't usually serve the Monster Kings but work tirelessly for their own purposes. This one was mining silver for currency. I was uncuffed and made enter an underground dormitory. I nearly broke down and begged her for some sleep and a day off. It was a long time since I had slept. And you know what she did? Q: What? A: "What is sleep?"___( o3o) Q: W...wha... A: They don't sleep. I nearly died begging, saying we die if we don't sleep. Luckily a dark elf overseer came by and explained. When the ant girl gave me a day off...Allfather I slept for a whole day. Q: How did the others react? Evoked jealousy? A: No. It was different, strange. I heard of horrible tales but... it was tolerable. Q: How so? A: I panicked when I saw a dark elf approaching me during sleep. All my memories surfaced and...well I nearly broke her neck were it not for others telling me what the hell I was doing, denying free massage. Q: Massage? A: Well, we were a dorm full of women and monstergirl slaves. And at night it seems , some new "motivation" effort by the monster mine owners, the slaves were oiled and massaged, especially their sore limbs. It brought master and slave together, gave relaxation, incentives, yadda yadda... Mierda. Q: Why, mierda? A: *makes a sign of confession* I kinda... loved it. Soon I was laboring with gusto every day , waiting for the warm oil to seep on my sore bum, arms and legs as my overseer commented on my muscles and value. She even gave me health tips and some late night company to soothe me and listen to my worries. Q: The what? A: It broke me down in a way, maybe it started with the food and drink. To my own surprise, I was marching in underwear with a pickaxe and hewing down the deepest seams of silver and gold. Even dwarf girl slaves were impressed. Next month I had my own bed in an isolated corner and two masseuses who relaxed my limbs to jelly every night...and did more.