The 'aroma of love' wafted about the sleek production floor, that unmistakable musk of countless Draph women writhing in unbounding bliss; you truly were a shepherd, of sorts.
Rows of nude, horned women squirmed within their metallic pillories; long had they casted aside any notion of shame, pride or even dignity for that matter. From a philosophical standpoint, Draph women had been evolutionarily designed to service the males of all races. They were impossibly busty, childishly short statured and possessed perfect 'handlebars' atop their heads. Straight or curly, long or short, Draph women had the most exotic horns you'd ever seen; it was something of a childhood fascination taken to an extreme. Yes, Draph women were much like any other race's women, though their horns served as a peculiar weakness.
Rows of sweaty, shuddering Draphs cooed in orgasmic fits as you softly caressed their cheeks, meticulously checking the hungry pumps that worked their ever-lactating orbs; their contents stored in great glass jugs for later collection. Draph milk was a delicacy and the dust of their finely powdered horns a potent narcotic; like ecstasy and cocaine in one.
All the Draphs that had been inducted into your stable underwent a forced 'horn-filing' process. Their frantic protest and tearful pleas were transformed into the hazy, lustful moans of cognitively handicapped bimbos. Draph horns were quite rigid, and the process of removing wasn't exactly painful or bloody. Horn-filing was a mind-twisting act of subtle pain and all consuming euphoria; it was hard to feel too bad about the end result. Once a single horn was removed, a Draph woman knew nothing but servitude to cock (or a dominant pussy for that matter). Unfortunately, Draph horns weren't regenerative, so running this operation took a steady stream of kidnapped Draphs to make things work.
Those with one horn remaining made perfect little milk factories, minds coherent enough to speak and follow commands. Those who had both horns filed were expendable, their most basic functions overridden by a primal need to be sexually dominated. These 'no-horners' couldn't speak or really move; you sold them to Draph hobbyist.
Each morning you were greeted by a symphony of begging:
"P-Please stuff my h-holes, Mister Anon!"
"I'll suck y-your *Ooouugghh* c-c-cock!"
"Me n-next!"
It was indeed a good life, but the endless stream of drenched Draph slits wasn't your favorite part of the trade; livestock came and went. Some Draphs were simply more exotic than the rest. Those rare ones were your prizes.
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Vision returned to Threo in a stream of hazy images; had she been captured? The proud Draph warrior's eyes opened slowly; perhaps sleep would've been preferred.
"Ah, so you must be the one with the axe?" It was almost an insult, 'The One with The Axe', as though the purple horned Draph wasn't the finest axe-wielder in all the lands. You knelt low, inspecting your prize.
Rent armor, long, silver hair messy and unkempt, a glare of increasing contempt. Threo knew all about your little operation.
Threo spat, "You think you're intimidating?" She scanned every inch of you for weakness, thoroughly unimpressed.
"Yes, I'm only human after all, but looks can be deceiving, my dear."
"You aren't human, you're a monster; lower than dirt." strong-willed and incredibly arrogant, Threo was a bit out of her element; an earlier battle with your strongest goons had knocked her down a peg, if only temporarily.
"Hmph, it took five of my best men to subdue you even for a moment, but a moment was all I needed; I'll be sure that they get to sample you."
"'Sample'?" Not for an instant did Threo's confidence falter, but even she could understand her compromised position. The pillory that secured her neck and wrist had been expertly made and specifically for her; she was utterly helpless.
"You can't be that daft," kneeling to eye level, you scraped a long diamond edged file along the ground. "Submit, and maybe you can keep those pretty amethyst horns just a little longer. I'd hate to make an example of you so soon, but I know how sensitive those big, lovely horns of yours must be." Your fingers danced along one of Threo's gorgeous crystalline horns, sensually fondling the smooth surfaces to their tips.
"So very soft... Ohhhh..." Threo's couldn't help it, but a fresh wave of orgasmic bliss washed over the small Draph woman, "I-I can't..."