The Refugees

The Refugees
by neorenamon

Dash was spirited away to one of the dog warrior's caves where she was certain an obedience collar was waiting for her. Being carried by three of them at the same time, she was powerless to resist them. They weren't going out of their way to be overly gentle with her either. She looked around and wondered what was so special about her that all of the warriors and both bitches were following her through the passage.

"Oh, she is going to look so good in a training collar," said one of the warriors with his arms about her waist as he looked at her face.

"Do you think Rover is going to try and take away our new bitch?"

"What does he have to do with anything?"

"Didn't you hear that he killed the old chief in a fair duel?"

"Oh no!!" grumbled another warrior, "How did that DICK wind up in charge?!"

"Yeah!" added yet another, "He's nothing but a bloody slave driver! If he gets his paws on this bitch, we'll never get to see her again! We gotta make sure he doesn't find out!"

"Why should he care? He has all of those mare bitches in the nursing cave to keep him amused!"

"Didn't you hear? Revolting miners and outsiders have take the nursing cave. Who knows what's going to happen to them now? They won't be available for fun for who knows how long."

'Well this doesn't sound good,' thought Dash, 'How does this bode for me?'

They carried her into the back of the cave where she was dropped on a pile of woven blankets. One of them that Dash assumed was the cave's owner went elsewhere to fish through a pile of stuff.

"I heard the shaman gave one of those mare bitches FOUR pairs of tits," observed one of the warriors.

"SO?!" answered the searcher.

"Well if he turned her into a bitch, how would Rover even know we have her?"

"I suppose that is a valid point."

"We could always use another bitch to nurse all those hungry pups too," agreed another.

The searcher pulled out a thick wide black leather collar with a bronze buckle and silver studs all around it. Dash thrashed in vain under the weight of three dogs as it was brought over to her. A fourth dog forced her head back as the collar was strapped down in place. She felt a little choked as it was tightened just a little too much. A strange tingle flooded out from the collar all over her body, but she felt like her brain was chilled numb.

"There we go," said the warrior as he backed up, "Untie her legs. She should be fit to walk herself over to the Shaman's cave now."

They untied her legs, and all she wanted to do was kick the nearest dog warrior in the jewels and flee. But her body just would not move. She could feel everything that was happening to her, but she couldn't force herself to move any part of her body. Rough hands helped her stand up.

"Stay!" commanded the one who put her in the collar. She could stand perfectly still, but do nothing else.

'I'm in SO much trouble,' she thought.

"Scout ahead," he said to one, "The last thing we need is to be ratted out by a Rover loyalist. Take one of the bitches with you. If anyone questions you, just say you're taking her to the Shaman to be punished... for biting someone in his jewels... or something."

So he took one of the bitches by the arm, bound her hands behind her back, and left the cave ahead of them. He took a leash of about six feet in length from the pile, and hooked it up to the collar.

"Don't worry about it," he whispered into her ear, "In a few hours, you won't be needing the rest of the bindings or that little rope muzzle. You'll just want to do whatever I want you to do for me... without question!"

They waited a moment before they went out into the passage.

She felt a pair of hands on her flanks, getting felt up all over as one of the warriors commented, "Look at the ass on this one. I've never seen a bitch with such a firm butt and such firm legs."

"Well we don't allow the bitches to ever leave the mines," said another, "When would they ever have the time or space to do that kind of workout with their legs? When that last Unicorn bitch was here, she wasn't allowed within a hundred yards of one of our bitches."

"Would it have mattered?"

"Well look at how many gems and jewels she took. I'd hate to think how many of our bitches she might have taken with her if she but knew about them."

"A valid point, I suppose."

"And with the shortage of nursing bitches, that would really hurt."

The group trudged quietly until the came to the Shaman's cave and met up again with both the warrior and the bitch they had sent ahead of them.

"Is he in?"

"He should be. The bastard does enough heavy breathing for three," observed the warrior who had apparently not bothered to enter the cave at all.

"You didn't look?"

"He's more than a little off his rocker," he replied, "I don't want to be turned into a Stone Frog."

He leaned in and asked, "Are you busy, oh Wise and Powerful Shaman?"

"It's gettin to a point where a guy just can't finish no game of Solotaire around here!!" replied somedog from inside. A grizzled old dog came over leaning on his staff as he added, "What do you bloody pups want now?!"

They shoved Dash in front of him.

"What?! Don't you have enough eight breasted pony bitches around here?!"

He leaned closer and whispered something in his ear. The Shaman scratched his chin as he looked Dash over. He reached out and felt the control collar with one of his long claws. Dash was sweating like crazy as he touched her.

"Okay, bring her in and I'll see what I can do."

'Please,' she mentally begged, 'I don't want to be a bitch!"

The dog tugged her leash and she automatically walked after him into the Shaman's cave. He glanced back and said, "Well I can't do nothing with her all tied up like that."

"STAY!" commanded the warrior as he began to unbind her arms, wings and mouth.

No matter how hard she resisted, she could only stand perfectly still.

"I hope ya ain't in no hurry over here! This spell is gonna take a long while!! Lay her on her back so she don't fall over or nuthin!"

So two warriors laid her out on her back on the sandy floor. She couldn't make herself move no matter how badly she wanted to get up and run away. The Shaman drew a circle in the sand around her, and then scribbled a few other things that Dash could not see without being able to move her head.

He leaned over to two of the warriors and said, "Keep watch outside. We don't want any surprises from Rover loyalists."

The warrior nodded and stepped outside with his friend. The bitch with the tied hands was sent to the corner along with the other. They both seemed to just stay there simply without even being told to. Dash hoped that that sort of life was not something she could look forward to.

The Shaman began to wave his staff about as it began to glow, and she could feel a disturbing tingling throughout her body as a result. With each passing moment, the tingle grew stronger. She could see that she was beginning to glow as well. The feeling was especially strong in her face and feet, but there was more tingling along her torso from her breasts down to her loins.

"Well... uh..." said the first warrior slowly, "Why don't we... leave the great and powerful Shaman... to his work? I'm sure we... can hear anything important... from over there..."

The warriors grabbed the bitches and took them over to another adjoining cave where Dash lost sight of them.