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Within the borders of the Rising Horn tribe's territory, there was the Wild Tusk tribe, a protectorate tribe of the Rising Horn tribe, and one of many such tribes near the border of the Alliance, or more commonly referred to as Rock Claw tribe territory to those outside the Alliance due to the Alliance border tribes throwing around the Rock Claw or Grud's name as a threat everytime they come into conflict with the rival power blocs.
Eyla, the first daughter of the Wild Tusk chieftain… the first of many daughters, first of twelve to be exact.
Her father, the chieftain, whom she disliked talking about, longed for a male heir. However, when his first wife, her mother, repeatedly gave birth to daughters year after year, he ignored her and married two other women simultaneously to increase his chances of having a son. Despite this, each child born was female. He became so desperate that he tried again with his first wife, which resulted in her youngest sister.
With each daughter born, her father became colder and more violent, sometimes hitting his wives and shouting at her and some of her sisters.
When Eyla came of marriageable age, her father tried to sell her off to someone from a neighboring tribe in exchange for a woman so he could try for another boy, his reasoning being that his first three wives were somehow defective for only producing girls.
Not wanting to be sold like cattle by a father she despised, she argued with him and threatened to kill her new husband in his sleep if he went through with it, which would eventually bring shame on her father for forcing such an unwilling marriage.
Her father eventually grew tired of arguing and kicked her out of the house, but the tribe's old medicine lady took her in, and when her two younger sisters from the same mother came of marriageable age, she took them in.
It was around that time that the old medicine lady passed away from old age, but not before passing on her knowledge and title to Eyla, affording her the means to take care of her younger sisters.
Life was normal for a while, peaceful even, when she didn't see her father. That was when warriors from the Rising Horn tribe arrived and conscripted every able-bodied man into a fight against the alliance. That included her father.
It had been more than a month since her father was pressganged, and she was never happier. She could walk around the tribe without worry of running into her father. She was even able to visit her mothers and half-sisters. They may be from different mothers, but she loved them all the same and would accept them with open arms if they ever ran away.
Eyla was at the chieftain's home, teaching her younger sisters their numbers, when a warning horn sounded through the tribe.
When she looked out the window to the main gate, she saw old men and young boys scrambling to close the gate. She immediately turned to her sisters and said, "Call your mothers and sisters back here and hide. Go!"
Hearing the urgency in her voice, her sisters hurried to follow her instructions. Meanwhile, Eyla ran to her home, grabbed her two sisters, who were in the middle of grinding some herbs, and brought them back to the chieftain's house, the safest building in the tribe.
After arriving at the chieftain's home, she noticed that the bear skin rug covering the cellar door was pulled back. She opened the cellar door, went downstairs, and found the rest of her family. After doing a head count to ensure everyone was present, she ran back up, barred the front door, and arranged the rug to cover the cellar door once it closed.
When the cellar door closed, they all kept as quiet as mice.
Through the cellar door, they could hear the chaos outside. Minutes later, there was the sound of shouting, followed by a loud crash that sounded like a tree hitting the ground, then came the sound of hooves beating the ground and the screams of women and children.
The only upside of the screams was that they were not cut off halfway, suggesting that they were not cut down while running.
Soon, there was a banging on the front door, and it did not take long for the door to be broken in, followed by the sound of footsteps running through the chieftain's home.
After a few minutes, the footsteps came together in the room the cellar door was.
"Found anyone?" a voice asked.
"No, a lot of loot though. This is most likely the chieftain's house," a second voice replied.
"Not like that chieftain would need it. He's probably dead, just like all those the Rising Horn sent ahead before they got the balls to come and face us." a third voice said.
"Alright, let's get out of here. I need to take a shit." the first voice said as he walked toward the front door.
As they walked, one of their feet stepped on the cellar door and then stopped a moment later. There was the sound of someone clicking their tongue to get the other's attention.
No less than ten seconds later, the sound of the bear skin rug being pulled off and the cellar door opening was heard. As the three men rushed in, Eyla and her family screamed and tied in vain to defend themselves, but one by one, they were dragged out of the cellar and held at sword point.
"What do we have here? Quite the catch; they're all pretty too. This chieftain's got good taste." the man with the third voice said.
"How about we get a taste." the man with the second voice said as he was about to grab one of Eyla's mother's tits, only to be stopped by the man with the first voice.
"Hold up, you know that Tribe Mother Mita gets first pick." the man with the first voice said as he grabbed the second voice man's hand.
The second voice man shook his hand loose, "Suck up, just because you are married to one of the chieftain's daughters, does not mean you have to kill our fun. Besides, the chieften has so many wives, what use has he for more?"
"That is not the only reason I am stopping you," the first voice said, "Just to remind you, if you lie with a woman, you are going to have to keep and take care of her. Doing otherwise would not have Chieften Grud look kindly upon you. As for what use he has for more women… From what my wife describes, what her mothers go through on a daily basis, our chieftain, or more accurately, his wives, really needs more women, at least for the sake of his wives."
Second voice man shuddered like he remembered something, before heading for the door, "I will go report the capture and request more hands."
'THE Chieften Grud?... That means Rock Claw Tribe. What horrors is he putting his wives through? I only heard rumors, but they cannot be true… can they?'
Minutes later, instead of more men, who Eyla now recognized as Rock Claw tribe men from their colors and monsioning of their chieftain's name, all the women from the Wild Tusk tribe were brought into the same room as her by other men.
The second voice man told the other two, "They are using this house to hold all the females. We are on guard duty outside." The two other men nodded and stepped out. But despite nobody looking at them at the moment, none of the women made a move because they knew that they were truly trapped and at the mercy of the Rock Claw tribe. But such was the fate of the conquered; they had submitted to Rising Horn rule. Changing the ruler made no difference. They knew their fate was to become slaves and could only hope that their new masters would be kind.
Around an hour later, Eyla heard footsteps, and first voice man greeting someone, "Tribe Mother Mita, the women are inside."
"Thank you, Gi'va. After we get home, bring your children over. I would like to see my grandchildren more often." a sweet, melodic voice said from beyond the front door.
"Yes, mother." first voice man, or Gi'va, said.
"You are dismissed, me and my daughters will take it from here." the sweet voice said.
A few seconds later, a short woman, followed by three other women, came through the door, shocking everyone into silence. But the fact that women actually came along with the men on a raid that wasn't what stunned Eyla and the other Wild Tusk women into silence. It was how these women looked.
Each one of them was a paragon of beauty that they could not even imagine before it appeared before them. The three taller women who followed the short woman were all olive-skinned, dark-haired, of average height, similar to almost everyone in the room, but that was where the similarities ended.
They had flawless skin, symmetrical beauty, slender arms, and narrow waists, but had the breasts, hips, and butts of women many times their size and weight, but without the sag that such weight would bring. It was like their bodies were purely for men's carnal desire made manifest.
'By the ancestors, each of their breasts is bigger than my head.' Eyla thought. Little did she know that these women were the offspring of the petri dish of desirable genetic traits known as Grud.
That left the last abnormality in the room. The short woman, ivory-skinned, platinum-haired, and only 4.4 feet tall, but had impossibly sized breasts that were a few cup sizes bigger than the three other women's, and should not be attached to a frame that small, and a bubble butt that her robes could not hide. But if one was not totally captivated by her otherworldly beauty and outrageous body proportions, they would notice that her ears are long and pointed.
'This must be Tribe Mother Mita. If I'm not mistaken, based on what I heard, she's one of Grud's first wives.' Eyla thought to herself as she held on to the sisters and kept as close as possible to her family.
Mita stepped forward. "I am Tribe Mother of the Rock Claw tribe. As I am sure most of you have figured out by now, you will all become our slaves. For what it's worth, you can rest easy; the Rock Claw tribe does not mistreat our slaves. I am here because I get first pick. Now strip, me and my daughters will be inspecting you."
After some hesitation, every woman and girl was naked, and the four Rock Claw tribe women stepped forward to inspect the new slaves. Eventually, Mita made her way in front of Eyla.
Mita started by asking Eyla to bend down, checked her hair for lice, held her by the jaw to open her mouth and check her teeth, grabbed both her breasts, making Eyla flinch as they were groped hard, followed by her nipples getting a light pinch. For some reason, Eyla did not know, she actually felt something from her breasts being groped and nipples teased, making her feel a slight tingle between her thighs. Mita then felt her way down her body and grabbed two handfuls of ass, feeling Eyla's firmness and elasticity. The tingle between her thighs got stronger, but by then, Mita moved on to her sister, but not before marking Eyla's neck with a small dip stick with red paint.
When Eyla looked around, she noticed that some of the other women were marked with green paint and realized that those women had things like missing teeth, missing fingers, or some kind of physical defect.
When the first round of inspections was over, Mita's daughters brought to the front a few tables and four by four, the Wild Tusk women and girls, regardless of their age, were told to lie on the table and spread their legs. When the four beautiful Rock Claw women started using their fingers to open the open-legged women's vaginas, it was obvious that they were checking for virginity.
Those who were virgins received a red mark, while the non-virgins received a green one. The results surprised Eyla a little about who was not a virgin and a few she thought had lost theirs.
When it came to her turn, she just so happened to be inspected by Mita once again. She felt Mita's thumbs spread her labia, but instead of marking her and moving on, Eyla felt a finger enter her vagina, making her throw her head back and gasp in surprise as she felt the finger run around the walls of her vagina and lightly press on her hymen.
Eyla managed to bring her head back down in time to see Mita take the finger that was just in her vagina and suck on it.
Eyla did not know what came over her, but the sight of such a beauty tasting her vaginal juice made her climax on the spot, sending her hot sex liquid all over Mita's cleavage.
Mita just smiled and said, "I like this one." She then took out a string attached to a small, simply carved wooden token and tied it to Eyla's wrist.
When all the inspections were done, the women were ordered to dress.
"You and you, both of you are now my slaves, the rest of you will be up for the rest of the warriors to choose or be bought back at the Rock Claw tribe." Mita said, pointing at Eyla and another of the prettier tribe girls she knew.
'Wait, this means I am going to be separated from what's left of my family, which will most likely be split further as others pick apart my family when they are sold away. And from the looks of what that man who was about to rape my mother, I do not want to think about what will happen to the rest of my family.' Eyla thought as she threw herself at Mita's feet and started to beg.
"Tribe Mother Mita. Please accept the rest of my family as your slaves." Eyla said as she thought, 'Better if we endure slavery as a family than suffer alone, especially if we are the slaves of such a powerful man as Chieften Grud.'
There was silence for a few seconds before Mita said, "Bring your family before me and I shall decide."
Eyla scrambled to her feet and gathered her mothers and sisters.
Mita examined Eyla's family before saying, "These three may be beautiful, but they are not virgins. As for the rest, accept two, maybe three of them; the rest are too young or small to accept my husband. You understand that I am gathering slaves to add to my husband's harem, right?"
"I know, Tribe Mother. I have heard that your husband is a great and virile man whose children know no numbers. As long as my family is together, your husband can use us any way he desires… please." Eyla bowed her head to the ground, and the rest of her family followed, even those who did not know what was going on.
"Hmm… I will allow it, but the young ones will only join our bed when they are properly grown." Mita said before telling her daughters to tag Eyla's whole family as her slaves and walked off.
Just before Mita went out of Eyla's earshot, Eyla heard Mita say, "I am sure he will love some mother/daughter sex. We have not done that before."