“Are you sure we don’t need to go after that damn imp?”
It was a simple cabin that could lodge around ten people. Being only an hour’s walk away from the highway, it was a shelter well known by merchants and mercenaries that often go this way.
She was waifish and somewhat slender. The bulges on her chest were rather modest compared to girls her age, just about small enough to be covered in the palm of her hands.
“Yeah, it didn’t do anything too bad anyway. It ran away with one shot from you didn’t it?”
The muscles on his body were as good as armor, and even now in the middle of camp he was wearing light leather armor in place of sleepwear.
“Legda, even though that kind of low level demon appears in fields, they’re mostly working for some superior monster. Rumors say there’s a dungeon master in the dungeon in those mines, so shouldn’t you be a little more careful?”
“He he he, our lady magician’s sure a worrywart”
“No need to mind anything here, nothing to be scared of”
The wand in her hand adorned with a star trembled slightly.
Glared at by Thalia, several of the men smiled wryly and shrugged.
They did not doubt the fact that Thalia had left from the Academy and that her magic was the real thing, but none of them minded it.
“… hng, Sara, wait a bit. Not much longer … uoh, Shiro, I’m coming, drink it all … ngh”
She was wounded all over and had a metal collar around her neck. The chain linked to the collar was being held by Legda.
Her red light leather armor that had been cut and torn all over was no longer able to function as armor. Her cheeks were red from being slapped again and again.
“Ngh, ng, gg …”
Legda suddenly grabbed Shiro’s hair, raising her face up.
“Eek … sorry, I’m sorry, don’t hit me, please …”
Her labia had swelled red from what was probably several days of rape, there were still semen somebody put into her in there.
Legda threw Shiro down in front of his underlings. “Alright, have at her,” he declared.
The other men surrounding them that fancied just watching made vulgar jeers and cheered.
“So this is how the White Dogs’ leader, the chivalrous thief Charlotte ends up, huh? … You got no sympathy from me, but you disgust me just looking at you”
“Yo, Sara! Why don’t you join us here!”
The magician girl shut the door, not deigning the men’s crude laughs a response.
Shiro and Legda were originally leaders of opposing adventurer teams.
The leader of the fighting-oriented Red Crows, who brought along his underlings from a mercenary band, the giant warrior Legda.
These two team leaders with opposing personalities who were both based in the same area around Abram often clashed during jobs. Their team members also have opposing characters, so they hated each other.
The antagonism continued for a long time.
Having a chase-off inside of town, so long as they had Charlotte, who was agile and good with traps, the White Dogs would have the advantage.
Even after the Red Crows picked up the magician Thalia a month back, she couldn’t possibly release fireballs in the middle of the city.
As a result, the White Dogs succeeded in their request and the Red Crows’ reputation dropped.
The fact that Thalia carried various drugs for her study of magic was another cause for the tragedy.
They bought off a boy at the bar where the White Dogs make their base and had him put paralysis poison in their drinks.
When the poison’s effects took hold, they attacked, and the bar-room became a scene of hell.
There were nine of the White Dogs, including their leader Charlotte. Three of them were girls.
Being a thief with some resistance against poisons, Chalotte survived, but after being taken to the Red Crows’ base and raped nonstop for twenty-four hours, the other girl succumbed to lust and completely broke.
The city guards began the search for the Red Crows the next day.
Charlotte did not know what happened to the girl, her friend, after that.
“C’mon, bitch! Get sucking!”
She was no longer aware what the men’s voices were saying.
If she didn’t listen, she was hit.
The aphrodisiacs she was dosed with blunted the pain from being hit, but it did not dull the fear.
If she clutched the men’s penises, sucked them, spread her legs and let them use her vagina and anus, then at least they wouldn’t do anything scary then.
“Shiro, bark like a bitch and beg for cock!”
A week ago she was Charlotte, the spirited, strong-willed leader of the adventurer team White Dogs that opposed the Red Crows.
Unable to protect her friends. Robbed of her pride as a human being. What was left was a dog only allowed to live to open locks and as a tool for sexual pleasure.
To not think and only do what she’s told, the girl that was there had already half given up on her humanity.