BANG! I was shaken awake by the rattling of the hull, the wood planks of the dungeon beneath deck I resided in creaking and groaning as the muffled sound of shouts and screams filled the air. I heard the quiet whimpering of my fellow slave from the darkness at the other end of the dungeon, but it was too dark to see Zinnia with just the light of the waning moon shining through the portholes.
I watched as a crewmate came from the direction of her voice, only his damp underwear covering his raging hard-on as he hastily made his way up the stairs to the deck above.
BANG! It was as if the ship itself was being torn apart by some sort of monster. A kraken, slapping the ship apart with its massive tentacles? I looked out my little circular window, but could see nothing. I sighed, sitting back down, curling my knees to my chest as I simply waited. There wasn't much else to do. Hopefully it was a kraken. It would serve the slavers right to die like that, even if Zinnia and I drowned along with them, stuck in our iron cages. It wasn't like there was much to look forward to with our lives anyway, I often heard her begging for death whenever the crew came to enjoy themselves.
BANG! The ship twirled, nearly capsizing as the floor nearly turned perpendicular to the water. The second crash was the sound of my body slamming into the iron bars of my cells, my ears ringing as I screamed out in pain. I managed to look up, seeing this time little Zinnia, tears in her eyes, shouting my name. She was chained to the wall, her wrists and ankles bolted to the wood, the same way mine were when the men came to satisfy themselves, this time at least, the chains saving her from the rocking of the boat. I watched as she threw up, my eyes starting to blur. I tried to call out to her, but before I could, the ship corrected, slamming back the other way- and headfirst into the bars across from me. The last thing I heard was the cacophony of screams before everything went blank.
"...No, Merlou.. I can't let you take her..."
"...I don't care what she is......this was a ship......didn't care about damaging their goods..."
"...You can't know that!" I heard the echoes of deep, husky voice, as if it was a million miles away. I was fading in and out of consciousness. Where was I..? I was on a bed, at the very least. I hadn't felt one of those in months.
"Damn it, Merlou, they don't need this right now!" The voice.. a woman's despite how deep and throaty it was. I heard her snarl.
I managed to finally open my eyes, my eyelids fluttering as I winced, trying to adjust to the light in the small room.
"Hey, you're awake!" It was the same woman, I felt her paw on my cheek- wait, paw? My eyes finally managed to focus on the wolfbeast standing by my bed, a look of concern in her glowing yellow eyes.
"Wha.. where am I?" Panic filled me as I looked around the room, only to find no one else with us. "Zinnia! Where's Zinnia!?" My voice was hoarse, my throat scratchy as I tried to speak. I pushed off the covers, starting to get up before the wolfbeast placed her paws against my shoulders, pressing me back down onto my pillow.
"She's fine. Much better off than you. If the shifter's magic didn't flow through your blood, you would not have made it. But even still, you need to rest. You've been through a lot."
Oh thank the gods, she was alive. Relief flooded through me, only to quickly disappear once more when I realized what she had said. "Shifter.. how do you know?" I had kept it a secret all this time, scared of what the slavers would do if they knew what I was. I looked at the woman once more. She was huge, well over six feet tall and rippling with muscle. Deep gray fur covered her body, except for a small scar over the left side of her snout. She was dressed in full leather armor, the handle of a massive two-bladed axe peaking out over her shoulder.
"Do not worry about your safety, Ceri. There are only four people on this island who know. Three are sworn to secrecy, the last is Zillia." She rubbed my shoulder as she leaned forward. "Get some rest. I will explain things later."
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I slipped into the simple white gown that had been left for me at the foot of the bed, glancing over at myself in the mirror. I froze at the sight. I looked horrendous. I had not been able to see my own reflection since I was kidnapped.. three months ago now. My cheeks were sunken in, dark circles were etched under my haunted eyes. My blonde hair was thinning and dirty. I nearly threw up, retching, pain filling my empty stomach.
I opened the thick wooden door, stepping out into a hallway lined with many others.
"Oh, hey, Ceri!" I turned to my left, where I found the wolfbeast woman, and to my surprise, a male, even taller than her, probably at least seven tall, with his massive cock pressed between her lips. They were both naked, the male groaning as he pushed his foot long cock in and out of her mouth, past her gleaming white fangs over and over.
She placed a hand on his muscular stomach, stopping him as she got up from her knees. "Oh please, Darren, don't be so whiny. I'm sure Ulen can finish you off."
Ignoring his protests, she walked up to me, seemingly unfazed about what I had just witnessed, or her nude body on full display, the massive breasts that had been hidden behind leather armor now spilling free, her perky black nipples stiff on her furry chest.
"Rizen Lupenskrul." She offered me a furry hand, the pads of her clawed fingers calloused and firm. I shook it tentatively. She seemed nice enough.
"You're..." It came to me then, that this shouldn't be possible. The wolfbeast nation was over a year away by ship. No way could I have reached their lands so soon! I shuddered at the thought of being sold as a sex slave to one, the cock of the male she was sucking off earlier would utterly break my human form-
"A wolfbeast? Do not worry, Ceri, you are not that far north. That ship carrying you and the elf girl was spotted from our ports here on the Island of Vesna. We boarded it. I brought you two here myself."
"The Island of Vesna.." So many thoughts were swirling through my head. Vesna.. the goddess of lust. Her island was one of the most famous spots in the entire world, a haven for all races to live together, fucking as they pleased, home to the famous redlight district headed by the goddess' disciple herself. I couldn't help but feel a bit excited. How could I not? I had spent the last three months waiting for the rest of my life as a slave, and instead I had been brought here? It made sense then, why they were fucking so openly, why Rizen seemed unbothered by her state of undress. I glanced up, only then noticing the black collar hidden against her dark gray furry neck. The famous symbol here, a two sided collar. The black side meant the wearer was open to sex, the white meant they were not.
Rizen caught me looking, offering me another collar, clasping it around my neck, white side facing out. She in turn switched hers the same way as we left what I learned was the barracks. She wrapped an arm around my shoulder as she squatted down to my eye level. "Listen, Ceri. I know you know what this place is. But do not feel pressured. I have seen many traumatized by what you've been through. And I know it is dangerous for shifters to reveal themselves. I am taking you to someone who understands, who can take you in, okay?"
I nodded, blushing a bit at the empathy she was affording me. I could understand how those in my situation could become afraid of it, terrified of living in a place like this. But even without the sex, a place where all races lived together equally under a goddess was magical.
My identity, on the other hand, that was something I was still nervous about. Shapeshifters were an incredibly rare race, so much so that I had never met another one in all my years of travel. And that rarity created danger from desire. I had been friends with a woman for years, a human I had met in a town I had decided to settle down in. Yet once I had finally trusted someone, shown myself to another... the price of my body was too much for her to handle, and I was sold out to those slavers. Luckily, there had been false reports all the time, greedy people trying to cash in by claiming the person they were selling was a shifter, so I was able to feign ignorance, to pretend I was just a human. The fact that so many people on this island knew... it created a sense of dread within me.
We walked down a cobblestone path into the heart of the town overlooking the water. The buildings were all no more than three stories high, made of wood and stone, residential buildings making way for storefronts. Everything looked so normal. Except for well... I found myself both embarrassed for looking, and unable to stop myself from staring at the assortment of races going about their days. About a third of the people we saw as we walked were naked, many of which had their collars flipped to black.
Hearing an echoing moan, I turned to look down an alleyway, finding a human woman being completely ravaged by a tentacled demon, each of her holes stuffed completely with its oozing black tentacles, even more wriggling as they held her against the wall.
No other town in the world could have a scene like that be perfectly fine, not only the alleyway sex, but the comingling of demon and humankind. I felt myself growing hornier as I stared, blushing deeply as I felt Rizen pull me along.
"I'm taking you to Luke. He'll take you in, give you a job. And he doesn't make force his workers to service his clients. He's a good man."
"Is he.. is he one of the one's who knows what I am?" I asked, a bit nervous. It was still eating away at my mind, the question of the other two's identities something I wanted to solve soon.
