Chapter 2

At the edge of the shadowed glade, just inside the shrouding waterfall of crimson leaves stood a pair of mighty gnolls, one, the female stood over eight feet tall, heavily muscled, broad of chest, heavy of breast, and powerful of thighs, carrying a large polearm.  Besides her a good half foot shorter was a male, still powerfully built, but not as heavy as the female.  Both of them wore heavy plated armor, and bore tawny fur speckled with black dots, and a thick mohawk running along their heads and down their backs.

The female strode forwards with a cackling laugh, "My my my, what a sweet little thing we have here, I think I could just eat her up," she cackled, her sharp, jagged teeth bared in a grin.  Dancer quailed where she was bound there in the tree's roots, shaking as she thought she saw her certain death in those deadly fangs, pulling and struggling at her binds helplessly.

Valor stepped forwards to intercept the much larger gnoll, a hand placed lightly between the female's breasts on her breastplate, "You're going to make her faint from terror, be a little more gentle with her, she is still just a child, and a very sweet little centaur at that, mmm?"

The gnoll paused, considering the much smaller dryad that she could easily brushed aside, tilting her head, before letting out another cackling laugh, "As you wish Valor," her voice softening, handing her polearm to the dryad, who took it, and then moved to collect the polearm from the other guard, setting them against a stone at the edge of the glade.

The female looked down to Dancer with an amused grin, while Dancer stared back with big blue eyes, breathing quickly.  The gnoll shook her head, and motioned to the other, who stepped forwards, and started undoing a number of straps and buckles on the female's armor, helping her out of her breastplate and plate skirts, setting them aside.  Beneath the gnoll only wore a long leather loincloth that hung down past her knees.

She walked forwards, and moves to kneel down before Dancer, who looked down and away, terrified.  The gnoll clicked her tongue and grips Dancer's chin to lift her head, "Don't look away now little one.  My, you are even more beautiful up close.  I am the Matriarch Maithga Bloodgleam, though I will allow you to call me Maith, what are you called? Your short name."

Dancer trembled a little with the claws of the matriarch gripping her chin, wincing as her head was turned up, but her eyes widening again as she looked up, she recognized the name as one of the most bloodthirsty warriors of the gnoll tribes, that had united the tribes beneath her banner and taken control of them usually with the bloody murder of opposing tribal chieftans.  Her mouth worked uselessly for a moment before she finally found her words, "I-I am Dancer," she offered meekly.

The matriarch grinned, releasing Dancer's chin, "Dancer, a pretty little thing you are," turning her head to look down the filly's front, taking in her little budding breasts painted in white mud, and the rest of her form slowly, a hand dropping down to Dancer's side, kneading and stroking along her ribs, and down towards her hip.  "I'll make you an offer little one, when this whole ritual is over, come to my home, and be my guest for a few days, a week or so, and I will agree to enter formal peace and trade talks with your leaders."  As she spoke, the male gnoll started to circle around the bound filly.

Dancer perked up, peace talks? These were things her tribe had been wanting with the gnolls for years, but worry gnawed at her… be a guest of the gnolls?  "What would it mean to be your guest? What will you do to me?" her head turning to start to follow the male as it circled around behind her.

Maithga's fingers caught Dancer's chin and turned her back to face her, "Ignore him, pay attention to me.  And the same thing I am going to do to you here," she grinned with a little giggle, which deepened as Dancer's brow furrowed in confusion.  "What, did no one tell you what is to be done to you?  We are going to hurt you, rape you, use you, fuck you, humiliate you, maybe one of us will successfully breed you even," her hand on the underage'd filly side sliding up, her rough fingers running up over Dancer's little breasts as the filly gasped, pinching her nipple hard between her thumb and forefinger. "But in return you might be able to purchase the lives of your herdmates, and their prosperity, mmm?"

Dancer's eyes went wide at the things Maithga described she was going to do to her, her breath catching in her chest even as she felt the hard pinch of her nipple, making her shudder and twitch, trying to pull back, and letting out a little while as the matriarch started to twist and pull, her lips parting as she looked towards Valor for help, for guidance.

Valor was leaning on a rock nearby, a little smile on her lips as she saw the look, and leaned towards Dancer, "You have some power here, some of the tribes will make offers, others demands, others nothing, but you can say yes or know to those, those they can't force you to accept, but you could do your herd a lot of good."

Dancer shuddered, looking back to Maithga as the gnoll twisted her nipple even further, arching her back, and then letting out a gasp and sagging as her nipple was released, red and throbbing, wishing she could bring a hand back to comfort it as Maith's other hand slid to her other breast, teasing her areola with a claw.  Shivering she furrowed her brow, "Can… can I think about it? Decide later?"

Maithga laughed and nodded, "Yes, the invitation will stand open, I think we could have such fun.  Oh it'll hurt, it'll hurt a lot I think, but I think also you'll find some pleasure in it… and I will try to work you into it slowly.  Here, as long as you wear our gift, you'll be allowed passage within our lands.  Not safe passage mind you," she teases with a grin, "But passage."

She produces from a pouch on the belt of the loincloth what almost looked like a ring, a nasty, terrible ring, holding it up for Dancer to see for a moment.  It was almost a circle of steel, the tip of one end worked to a sharp barb, with several barbs over three quarters of it, with a heavy, weighted bead at the other end, though the bead sported a number of almost sharp spiked around it, loose enough to spin and jingle up and down.  She tosses this to the gnoll behind Dancer, while the filly tried to follow the flight of the item, alarmed.

"What.. what is that? How do I wear it?" alarm clear in her voice as she looked back to Maithga, squirming and pulling uselessly against her restraints, hardly able to even wiggle.

Maithga watched the male, "Make sure to douse that in alcohol," she commands him, which drew more alarm from Dancer, who looked quickly back and forth between the two, before Maithga caught her chin against her, forcing the young filly to look at her, "If we find you without this, you'll be in a world of hurt, you won't be able to remove it easily anyhow, though if it does become damaged, come find us and we will repair it, though there still may be consequences if it looks like you've let someone tamper with it," she warms.

Dancer still looked panicked as she heard the male behind her opening up a bottle and splashing it on the object, the scent of grain alcohol hitting her a moment later, then she tensed and stiffened, her eyes going wide as she felt the male's fingers down along the bottom of her slit, teasing it felt like, but pressing, gripping something that made her arch her back and whimper as her sensitive, engorged clit was found, her eyes wide as she looked up at Maithga, shaking her head quickly, "No! No please no oh gods its too sensitive pleasenottherepleasepleaseplease!" her words running together.

Her body trembled, her hips twitching as it felt like the male was squeezing it, holding it tightly as Maithga held Dancer's head between her hands, watching her as the filly felt the first, searing bite of that ring as it pierced into the top of her clit, her breath being gasped in sharply as her body jerked.  Maithga's muzzle moved to press against Dancer's as the filly let out her first scream, stealing it, devouring it and the girl's breath as painfully and slowly as the ring was slowly pierced through her clit.

Dancer's breath ran out before the piercing finished, and she gasped in breath, her only choice to take from Maithga's breath, half used already as the ring continued sliding in, feeling the line of barbs in exquisite detail and agony as one after the other slid through her, tears starting to pour down her cheeks as Maithga's tongue plunged into her mouth to fill it, pressing at the back of her throat and making her gag and choke and scream.

Another gasped breath, and there was almost nothing left in it, her head starting to spin as her screams came and were swallowed, quickly and rapidly for several more long moments before the piercing finally exitted, the first barb resting just outside the skin again, while the male bent the piercing so that the spiked ball would press just lightly against her clit, and be able to roll over its surface, or scratch as it bounced  up and down.

Dancer's screaming faded to breathless, panting sobs as she leaned forwards, her head spinning heavily as she couldn't get her breath right as Maithga wouldn't return it to her, the gnoll's tongue pressing to the back of her throat, making her gag and swallow helplessly as it slid a few inches past her gag point, before finally releasing the kiss, drawing her invading tongue back as she let out a pleased murring giggle, "Exquisite."

Dancer gasped and panted for breath, sweat shining on her skin as she trembled, feeling the burning, terrible ache between her back legs.  Tears ran down her cheeks from the pain as she sagged forwards, just to find the gnoll's furry breasts there, and her arms curling around her back, stroking almost motherly down, soothing her, "Thats it sweetheart, thats pretty painful to get in, isn't it? Don't want to have to have it put back in again do you?"

Dancer shook her head, her voice a bit hoarse as she spoke, "N-no, I don't Maith," she groaned, closing her eyes and taking comfort.  The gnoll behind her gave her a minute or so to recover, before with a touch  to the piercing, he started to roll it slowly from side to side, the spiked tips dancing over the filly's engorged clit.

Dancer gasped and let out a little cry, her back arching, back legs clenching in a vain attempt to protect herself, whimpering against Maithga's breasts, "Nnghh! It hurts!" she whines, "s-stop! Pleaseplease"! She begged as her body clenched and trembled, though the male just continued to twist the barbs inside her clit while walking the spikes across the surface, one way, then the other, and back again while blood slowly dripped.

"Mmm, I bet it does hurt, doesn't it sweetheart," the matriarch murmured almost soothingly, "But its more under the pain than just that, isn't there?" she teased the trembling eleven year old filly, softly stroking her hands down the girls back.

Dancer whimpered and shuddered, her while body trembling, skin along her thighs twitching, and shaking her head, "No no, it just hurts! So much!" she whined, her tail quickly flicking before the gnoll gripped it with one hand to immobilize it as Dancer panted, feeling the biting shocks of pain radiating and tingling up her spine, finding herself growing wetter and wetter with arousal as she panted, and mixed beneath the sharp pain of the fresh piercing, unwanted stabs of pleasure from within her engorged clit.

The Matriarch tensed and growled, drawing back as she snarled, looking down at Dancer who quailed, "Don't lie to me girl! I can smell it on you, this is getting you hornier, needier isn't it?" she demanded to know  as she stared down into Dancer's wide eyes.

Dancer shuddered and trembled, swallowing, hard at the look in the matriarch's eyes, looking down a moment before the gnoll's fingers pushed her chin up again, and giving a tiny nod, her voice trembling, "It is, i don't know why, it hurts so much but… why does the pain feel a little good?" confusion shimmering in her eyes, and shame, cheeks reddening at the admission.

The matriarch's expression softened as she let out a laugh, "The body reacts, and the mind likes what it likes," she murmured, a hand sliding around the back of Dancer's head, drawing the filly's head to one of her thick nipples, pressing her lips, "Suckle now little one," she murmured.

Dancer's cheeks continued to burn, a groan of pain with a hint of pleasure slipping from her at the feel of those spikes dancing across her clit, her whole body shuddering and twitching at their continual movement, unable to do anything to mitigate or comfort the pain, and finding herself being pressed against a hard nipple, glanced up, but obediently pressed her lips around Maithga's nipple, and gave an experimental suckle.

A warm gush of rich milk filled her mouth, and drew a little sigh from Maithga as the filly swallowed. The young filly was hungry, having not eaten all day, but this was not what she had expected.  Her body trembled, the feelings of pained pleasure building, her back arching as she suckled, Maithga's hand stroking through her hair and down her back, as a muffled moan left her.

As bizarre as it was, she couldn't help but strangely feeling safe in Maithga's arms like that, nursing like she was a foal, even as the unbearable torment on her clit continued. 

 Maithga made a gesture to the male gnoll, who grinned, his other hand coming up to Dancer's wet, twitching folds, and slid his fingers between, drawing another moan from the little filly as the thick, rough fingers started stroking up and down and over her lips, adding to the building pleasure as she suckled harder, swallowing until her stomach started to feel full before finally releasing her latch.

"It hurts, it feels good," she moaned, her body trembling, "I don't understand…" the gnoll started moving the piercing faster, and Dancer gasped and groaned, and let out a little whimper as her body tensed, tail flicking faster, "I'm…! I'm…!" she panted, eyes scrunching closed, breathing heavier and harder as she couldn't stop the rising feelings.

"Mmm? Yes?" the matriarch teased with a grin, watching the little filly get closer, "Oh, the word is cum, you are going to cum," she grinned, rising to stand, brushing off her knees, and undoing the belt to her loincloth, letting it flutter down to the ground to reveal what looked like a foot and a half long dangling, turgid shaft while Dancer's eyes were closed for the brief moment.

"Ah! Ah!" she let out little cries as the male gnoll's movements got rougher, pinching Dancer's netherlips, and movements quickly flicking the piercing back and forth, jerking the piercing around as he pushed her hard, Dancer's cries getting louder and more desperate as the pain built, her body tensing as she felt the surging pleasure and need tightening in her loins, "I'm gonna...!"

Maithga slides one of her hands into Dancer's hair, pulling her head back roughly, causing the preteen filly to gasp out, "ah!" as her mouth fell open, her eyes flicking wide, and gasping as she saw the rather massive length the matriarch drew up in her other hand.

"Now cum for me, sweetheart," she commanded with a low growl, feeling the two inch wide tip of what was in fact her clit into Dancer's mouth, and gripped the girl's head with both hands, and started to draw the girl's mouth down on her.

Dancer looked at horror at the massive cock before her, having not thought that a female would have such a thing, and quickly gagged as she tasted the musk, salty flesh pressing into her mouth and to the back, even as that wave crashed over her, crying out with a strangled sound as her body bucked and jerked, her netherlips twitching, as if wanting to grip around something as her arousal and pleasure gushed from her as she twitched and writhed, trying to escape the continual and ongoing torment of that piercing twisting inside her clit and biting over the top of it.

The matriarch didn't stop, or give Dancer much of a chance to recover, or even deal with having her clit forced into her mouth, her grip on her hair drawing the gagging, choking little filly's mouth down, heedless of how much she struggled.  All Dancer could taste was the thick musk of her flesh, her head jerking, chest heaving as she tried to get a breath even as the paingasm rippled through her still, the biting spikes still playing again and again over her engorged clit.

The male just didn't leave her alone as the Matriarch fed inch after inch of her clit down Dancer's squeezing throat, before giving a jerk of her head to the male finally, "Go ahead and fuck her."  

Dancer's head was swimming, her ears ringing, but finally she felt the male stop moving the toy and her body sagged, her tongue working unconsciously against the flesh gagging and choking her, her mouth trying to close for a moment before Maithga curled a thumb into the corner of her mouth, tightening her grip to force her mouth to stay open.

The male took a moment to remove his codpiece as he stood up, his own foot long cock slipping out, nothing compared to what a fullgrown mare could take, but to a little filly like her it was still fairly large.  Dancer felt him gripping her hips and aligning herself, and she tried shaking her head in protest, her whole body trembling in the after shocks of that orgasm, but with the Matriarch's grip on her head, she couldn't even protest as she felt the sudden thickness slamming deep into her, groaning as her body rocks forwards from the thrust that she felt up through her core.

Dancer's eyes watered as she couldn't breathe around the matriarch's clit, inches still feeding into her mouth, her throat bulging around it uncomfortably, until finally her nose was pressed hard into the gnoll's furry crotch, as she growled down at her in pleasure, "Good girl, just keep struggling, it feels so good," she hissed with a giggle, her clit twitching heavily.

Dancer felt the male draw back and slam in again in a heavy thrust, her body clenching and trembling as the male did it again, making barely audible whimpers and whines, caught between the two as she was raped, the male picking up speed, and Dancer's head starting to spin again from lack of air before the Matriarch finally drew herself out of the filly's throat, giving her enough of a moment to gasp for breath, before roughly shoving herself all the way back down her throat, making Dancer gag again, her eyes watering.

Dancer felt helpless as she was caught between the two, the thick male slamming between her back legs, driving into her, feeling the new piercing dancing and making her shudder, clench tightly around the gnoll, as she struggled to breathe and not choke around the matriarch's clit as it drove up and down her throat, only occasionally letting her get a real breath.

Her head was spinning as she was caught between the two, her lungs burning as she heard the moans and growls of pleasure from the two, the heavy hand of the matriarch stroking her head, the male's hands stroking along her back and curling claws against her hips as the rape stretched until she couldn't tell how long it really took, minutes? Hours? Logic told her it was just minutes, but her logic wasn't working well.

Finally she felt the male's pace quicken into quick, ragged thrusts, and he let out a cackling snarl as he buried himself with one final rough thrust into her, her body jerking as she clenched around him, feeling the heat of his seed and the jerk of his cock throbbing within her, a few more tears running down her cheeks.

A few moments later the matriarch buried Dancer's nose into her muff again and growled in pleasure, her clit twitching and the young filly felt the gush of liquid pouring down that engorged clit, past where she could taste it, or even swallow as it pumped into her stomach.  The Matriarch was not kind enough to just leave it at that however, drawing back her hips until the last few splashes of her cum jerked into Dancer's mouth, making her taste the salty bitter sweetness.

The Matriarch removed her thumb from Dancer's mouth but held it closed, growling, "Swallow, drink every drop, suck me dry" she snarled as Dancer's wide eyes stared up at her, dazed, but she obediently swallowed, gagging on the thick taste, but not letting the swollen clit leave her mouth as it took her several attempts to swallow all of it, reluctantly swallowing as she shuddered.

Maithga grinned wickedly as she watched, her clit twitching a few more times as she watched Dancer's tearstreaked face, before she started to push her hips forwards again.  Dancer's eyes went wide again, having thought it was over, "Keep those lips sealed dear, try not to spill a drop now," she growls.

Dancer let out a low whine, but a moment later she saw Maithga bear down a little, and she felt the rush between her lips first before the bitter taste of piss hit her tongue as it splashed up from the back of her throat.  Trying not to choke on it again she tried to start swallowing it down, though a few drops slipped from her lips, there was just so much! Running down her chin and neck and over her breasts.

Maithga gripped Dancer's head again and thrust her hips forwards, driving herself down the filly's throat again, even as she continued to piss, now pissing right down her throat for a good thirty seconds more, before finally drawing herself back, slowly, "Lick me clean, every bit you can," she growl.

Dancer felt the burning heat of piss down in her stomach, worse than the cum, the bitter taste heavy on her tongue as she worked to swallow and lick as she had been told, submitting to the powerful Matriarch's demands of her until just the tip of her clit was left in her mouth, while she tried suckling on it, her tongue licking for every last drop she was supposed to get..

Maithga finally drew the rest of the way from Dancer's lips with a little pant of her own, "Damn,  I could rest in your throat all day had I the chance.  Maybe that is just what I will do with you while you visit," her hands stroking Dancer's hair, "Good girl."

Dancer couldn't help the flutter of pleasure in her chest at the attention and the praise as she panted and gasped for breath, and while she didn't like the thought of spending a day with her throat full like that… the praise felt good, and she wanted more, "t-thank you Maithga," she murmurs, groaning softly.

The matriarch looked back at the male that was resting still buried inside the underaged filly's cunny, "Are you finished back there?" she asked.

The male nodded, "Yes Mother, just enjoying her around me, shes quite the sweet thing, and I think it would be a pleasure to have her visit sometime, I look forwards to it."  He drew himself out of her finally, bending down to pick up his codpiece, though as he straightened he gave her new piercing a rough flick, with drew a sharp little cry from Dancer as her body clenched and shuddered.

Dancer trembled as she panted, little shivers running through her, though that didn't help as it jostled the toy and wriggled the spikes as they pressed into her.  Maithga motioned to her son, "Get ready for our departure," she commanded, before she slipped down to her knees before Dancer to be more on her level again, hands curling in Dancer's hair to draw her head back, and leaning down to kiss her again.

Dancer let out a soft moan into the kiss, which was gentler this time, her lips parting as the Matriarch's tongue invaded her mouth, curling and dancing with her tongue, kissing back as she leaned forwards, her wits only slowly gathering, but the feel of Maithga's hand stroking down her back and through her hair felt good.  

Even though she tasted her own piss in Dancer's mouth, she didn't seem to mind, finally breaking the kiss, "Mmm, you really are a sweet thing," she murmurs, stroking her cheek and laying the filly's head against her furry breasts.

Dancer slowly nuzzled, dizzy, confused with the feelings, but despite the pain, and the suffocating, and the rape, the motherly affection felt good, and swallowing, she finally spoke up, "Maith… I will try to come visit… please be gentle?"

That surprised Maith, making her blink, and let out a softer laugh, nuzzling her cheek astop Dancer's head, "I look forwards to your visit, though I will promise that I will not be gentle, you will suffer, you will scream, you may beg, but I will try to make sure you enjoy yourself, and I will be there to take care of you, that I do promise, my little filly," She leaned up, and kissed Dancer's lips again softly, truly fond of the filly, loving to watch her suffer and scream and submit, but the rituals were done, and she had to leave the young girl to the next set.

Maithga stood up finally, turning to pick up her loincloth and fasten it back on, her son having gathered up the weapons and armor and carried them beyond the waterfall, and giving a last look to the lovely, bound filly, before she turned and followed, pushing aside the leaves and vanishing beyond them.

Quiet settled into the glade, Dancer's breathing relaxing as she sagged in her bindings, exhausted, mentally and physically.  A sharp pain bit across her clit as Valor flicked it, making her gasp and a whimper slipping out, her body clenching, and turning her head to glare back at the dryad, "Ow! What was that for?"

Valor giggled, "I couldn't resist, thats a nasty little piece of jewelry.  I can't and won't remove it, however, I can help."  She produced a golden fruit from somewhere, and as Dancer watched, she squeezed it till it split and a few drops of golden liquid started to flow, that the dryad brought down to let it drip and run over Dancer's clit.

The filly gasped at the surprisingly warm kiss of juice on her clit, a little groan slipping through her as her clit tingled, feeling the juice flowing through and into the sensitive little bit of nerves.  The pain eased of the piercing, and she let out a soft moan of relief, though it tingled, and itched for a few moments before that too finally faded, "Mmmnng, better, thank you Valor."

Valor smiled, and stroked along Dancer's back for a moment, before reaching down to roll that piercing again across Dancer's clit, making the filly gasp and tense as the little sharp tips danced across her clit again, sparking tiny lightning bolts of pleasure to jerk up her spine in rapid succession, "Aah! Quit! Its still sensitive!"

Valor laughed softly at the reaction, but drew her fingered back, holding her hands up to show she wasn't touching anymore, "I suspect it will be, maybe forever like that, every move when you trot, when you run? The piercing bouncing? The weight jerking those barbs? The spines dragging up and down when they aren't rolling from side to side? I think travel has just become very interesting for you."

Dancer shuddered at that, making a face, "And if I remove it they'll be mad, and I… I don't know why I like her… I don't want to make her mad… its strange…" she sighs, and shakes her head, "Can I go home now?"

Valor smiled and shook her head, moving around to sit on Dancer's upper equine back, slipping her hands around her, hands sliding up her stomach and up over her breasts, "No no no little one, you are going to be here for days… I will take care of you, clean you, repaint the mud, and in a few hours your next ritual will begin," her palms flattening over the young filly's nearly flat breasts, cupped against them.  

Dancer sagged a little at that, "Daaays?" she whined, though a little sound was drawn from her as the dryad teased her nipples and fondled her breasts.  "Who is going to be next? What? Who are lined up to… to rape me?"

Valor clicked her tongue, "I can't tell you, you'll find out… mmm, I will get you some food and drink and wash you up, and tell you some stories while we wait."  Valor kisses Dancer's neck and ears from behind before rising, slipping off to gather a few golden fruit, and a skin of clear, cool water that she took to Dancer, to begin tending her helpless ward's needs…