Ty was awoken from her uneasy sleep as rough hands once more drug her from her cage.
"Wha-?" she said, her mind still fogged with sleep and the deluge of implanted memories and instincts from the changes to her race and class.
"Rise and shine, my beauty," said the same bandit from before. "We're off to Madame Lerouge's."
He slipped a pair of manacles around her slender wrists. "Not that it's really necessary," he said cheerily. "A good slut like you wouldn't want to run from the future that's in store at the Pleasure Palace."
"Uhh..." Was all all Ty could manage. A good slut? Is that what I am...? A kitsune courtesan... trained since early youth to seduce and pleasure my clients... and I'm in heat... need to be bred...
It was the sight of Steph, also groggy between two other bandits, that reminded her of who she had been. A boy who bought a game, a Dark Elven ranger who rescued her friends and dozens of others from Goblins and an evil witch. She tried to focus on them, recall their names.
"E-Eric," she muttered. "Jack... Aaron..." The memory of the large cocks of the Minotaur and the barbarian kept her from going any further, and she whimpered, rubbing her legs together in need.
"Aw, is the foxy horny?" teased the brigand. "Well, be a good foxy, and your mistress'll take care of you once we deliver you."
She was lifted up into the carriage, an open four-wheeled vehicle, painted red with black trim -- not fancy, but presentable. Steph was sat down beside her, and the brigand took his seat opposite them, next to a hulking, grim-faced Orc. Beyond them, a Dwarf was whipping up a team of four horses, setting off down a wide road of hard-packed dirt.
"Hey there, foxy lady," greeted Steph. She leaned into Ty, putting on arm around her shoulders, stroking at her fur and hair -- while her other hand stroked her own wet petals down below. "What's your name?"
"T-Ty," answered the vixen, trying not to watch the tiefling pleasure herself. Though regardless, she could not keep the scent of either her friend's or her own female arousal from her sensitive nostrils. Nor the scent of two males in such close proximity.
"Ty!?" The tiefling jumped a bit, the shock enough to stop her masturbating. "Really? That's you now?"
"Yeah..."
"Well..." The tiefling's eyes, also with slitted pupils though with a somewhat more generic yellow, scanned over the vixen's voluptuous form. "Well, I must say it's an improvement. Are you a bard too now?"
"No, I'm a... a courtesan." She almost choked on the word.
"Really? That's a class?"
"Kinda surprised you both aren't courtesans," interjected the brigand. "But I guess Madame Lerouge wanted a singer."
"Mmmm." Steph stared at him speculatively. Then she smiled. "Speaking of singing, how's about I sing something to warm your blood a bit?"
The bandit shook his head. "No can do, sweetie. Lerouge specified that you two are to be untouched; she wants to break you herself. Not that you need any breaking, but the order stands."
The carriage rolled on. Ty shifted in her seat, growing increasingly uncomfortable. And embarrassed as the nectar from between her legs overspread the seat and dribbled on the floor. Steph was not much better; unable to keep from fingering herself, she also drew out a steady trickle of femme lube that seeped under her legs to mix with Ty's, driving the vixen mad.
Damn it. She bit her lip, just barely preventing her tongue from giving voice to the words, although a strangled whine still issued from between her teeth. Unwillingly her eyes were fixed on the human bandit's crotch. She could see the outline of his cock pressed against his trousers. She could smell his lust.
I need it so bad... But even if she asked, she knew he would refuse, curse him. So, digging her claws in the damp wood between her legs, she held on, not wanting to give him the pleasure of begging for his big, hard, juicy bone...
"Something's happening," grunted the Orc. He seemed disinterested in the two girls before him, despite Steph's moans and groans of self-pleasure. Now he nodded past them back towards the bandit camp.
Ty twisted her head, her ears swiveled. Now that the Orc's voice had broken the spell of her lust, she could hear the distant sounds of battle. It was a bit far to see, but her heart rose with hope.
"Our friends!" she exclaimed, her tail wagging a bit against the side of the carriage. She looked back, a hint of triumph in her eyes. "They've come to rescue us."
"A bit late for that," replied the human, but he frowned. "Think we should maybe turn back, Rutgor?"
The Orc shook his head. "The Master will beat them. Best we deliver the slaves and get payment."
"Whatever you say big guy." The human relaxed and grinned at Ty. "'Sides, what would you even do if they did? Sell yourself to your buddies?"
Ty opened her mouth, but winced as her pussy clenched. Yes. She said nothing.
Steph glanced at her. If the bandits were under attack, then maybe this was a chance for a rescue. Or rather, escape. Sure she was horny as fuck, but that didn't necessarily mean the tiefling wanted to be a slave to some mistress. With the right song, she could incapacitate the males with lust, she and Ty could use them to sate their urges, then head back and join the fight.
Still, her hands were bound. And the Dwarf posed a problem -- Dwarves being fairly resistant to magic, especially mind-altering magic. Even if she managed to captivate the two males in the carriage with them, it was unlikely she could enthrall the driver.
And Ty would be no help at all. Even if she could use her own talents to help seduce the men, they couldn't very well communicate to form a plan. Steph would have to just start -- and hope that maybe Ty would catch on soon enough.