The four Savanites that have entered the now somewhat crowded Slave Quarters are all big, male, naked and smell of exertion. They all focus their attention on Jingle since she's both unfamiliar and adorned in chains and bells. She's also in heat, and while Savanites aren't technically felines, they're close enough for certain behaviors and urges that Jingle is now dealing with.
"Hello," Jingle signs as she backs herself slowly towards the wall for safety. "My Mistress is meeting with the White Zolk, so I am to wait in here. Pay me no mind?" She's had some relief, thankfully, so the urge isn't as bad right now as it could be.
The men all sign their names. The ones with lighter fur are Cloud and Winter, and the other two (which look like twins) are River and Lake. "Bells?" Winter signs to Jingle.
"I'm a dancer, mostly, Name is Jingle," Jingle claims. "Unless Mistress has me relax her male customers, of course. If I can ask ... what can you tell me about this place? I was just taken in here and left. I know I should wait but ... I'm worried."
"We never get to see the dances," River signs. Winter's hands reply, "This is a house where men come to gamble on pankration." The last word is spelled out phonetically, sounding vaguely Olympian.
"What is that? I do not know the word," Jingle admits as she relaxes a little. Well, as much as being in heat allows, really. She's not worried they're going to jump her right now at least.
"All out unarmed fighting," Winter explains. "Sometimes fatal or crippling."
"That sounds bad," Jingle admits in sign. "What do they gamble? Coin?"
"Sometimes coin, sometimes Savanites or others who are or will become slaves," Winter replies.
"Is your Mistress alone with White Zolk?" Lake signs.
"Were any of you wagers?" Jingle signs, wide-eyed. "Yes, she is. She isn't so easily fooled or tricked, though."
"If he enjoys her, White Zolk may try to keep her," Lake signs.
Lake and River raises their hands to the question about being wagers.
"Good luck, she's tough," Jingle signs. "What would happen to me?"
"You would become part of his collection as well," Lake signs. "Is your Mistress exotic or also a dancer? We felt the weight of two on the stage."
"I'm expensive; Mistress has spent a lot on me," Jingle claims, and even pokes out her forked tongue as evidence. "She's ... a sphynx. Sometimes mistaken for a solus. So I guess exotic? And yes, she can dance to; not as good as me though."
"She may become a guest then," Lake signs. River then signs, "Can we see you dance? We never get to see the performances."
"You may," Jingle signs, even preening herself a bit at a chance to 'show off'. She waves her hands a bit here and there to get the men to move away from the center of the room so that she has space. Then she's counting out the song beat in her head to remember the speed of the dance. On the second pass, that's when she starts dancing and using the bells to make up for the lack of movement. It's very serpentine and slow in its movements, with the occasional hip flick to set off the bells. Instinct, though, is also getting her to lift her tail more than normal, especially when movements require bending over. The guys get to see everything, and how decorated she is, well, everywhere.
Her audience responds with load purring. It may be that, the musk in the air, the blessing that causes her to start lactating as well. With all the shiny bits of glass bells and movement it may not be visibly obvious to the other Savanites yet.
That little bit is unexpected, and Jingle is using movements as part of the dance to, well, wipe her nipples clear so they don't notice, at that! She doesn't realize it at first, but she started rubbing up against the men too, as she sort of snakes herself between them. She even nips each of them in passing.
This leads to even louder purring.. and other reactions that the men can't hide, since they're naked. They also lick their noses a lot.
Instinct gets a bit, well, worse. And there are times Jingle is on all fours, and each of the men find themselves, well, licked, by her forked tongue teasingly. But she doesn't stay down long enough for any of them to really make a grab for her, though!
"I think Master will try to keep you," Lily signs.
"Why? Jingle signs, curious. It also helps her break a bit out of the fog she was in. Granted, she would make an amazing wet-nurse given she can lactate constantly if stimulated.
"Guests would want your company," the pregnant girl signs.
"Do you mean he would use me as ... a whore?" Jingle signs, looking aghast at the idea, nevermind she claimed Tulani did that occasionally too.
"If the price were right, or he wished to endear the guest to him," Lily signs. "Also as a prize for the winner of a fight, to encourage the combatants."
Alptraum twitches and slows from her dance. "That is not very ... good?" Jingle signs worriedly. "But, Mistress would not part with me easily, so I should be safe, I think."
The purring men seem to think it would be good.. or else very distracting.
Jingle also realizes finally what she had been doing to those guys and her face scrunches up some. She waves at them a little, looking embarrassed. "Kinda in a cycle right now, so, I'm a little weird," she admits.
"We can help with that," Winter signs.
Jingle's ear twitches. "I'm sure you could, but that has risks. Mistress may not be pleased if I get with child," she claims.
"You have already been with Tombstone," Winter points out. It must have been pretty obvious. "I was thinking of grooming you, which helps one to relax."
Jingle's ears twitch again. "Well, grooming is okay," she relents. Granted instinct has her wanting a lot more than that, but ... she's not going to say it!
She may not have expected all four of the men to surround her. The twins with Tizhar-style ear tattoos begin grooming her ears, while Cloud and Winter lick her cheeks from the front. She can really smell them now.
"Oh Gods, this is both wonderful and awful at the same time!" Jingle thinks. Handsome guys all tending to her! It's making her feel all foggy again, and needy. And she's soon purring and sort of limp.
Her legs really start to quiver a bit when they move to her neck. Two from the sides and two from the front, along with the occasional nibble. The contact and their deep purrs cause the bell on Jingle's collar to ring out.
At some point Jingle is rubbing herself against them while purring even more. Her hands are also, well, groping and massaging anything and anyone in range.
To make the groping easier, the lifts Jingle into the air and hold her horizontally, with hands supporting her back and butt, while her legs can rest comfortably over Cloud's shoulders. Tongues are soon back to work, but not as focused on her fur. River and Lake lick her nipples, and Cloud grooms between her legs. This causes a lot of jingling. Supporting the back of her head, Winter leans down to give her an upside-down kiss.
Jingle knew they were plotting something. KNEW IT! And she walked right in, so to speak. She even spreads her legs with little resistance, and that sort of grooming makes her make a chirpy sort of moan. Once that's silenced when she's kissed. Ugh, why does it have to feel so good? Now she wants all of them! She wants to be filled in every possible way.
She gets part of her wish soon enough, as Cloud shifts his grip to her hips and slides into her, a perfect fit. He's pretty eager too from the bells that go off from the impact of his plunges.
Jingle is still groping and trying to get ahold of Winter, and the why is she's trying to get her muzzle on him! Since he's right at her head after all!
Winter decides to help, slow releasing Jingle's head so she can position it how she likes. The twins have moved on to each fondling a breast with one hand while actually suckling (despite the adornments). Cloud is purring deeply enough that Jingle can feel it through their connection, which is pretty pleasant.
And soon Jingle gets her muzzle on her target, and demonstrates that a split tongue can actually grip and pull, and she does until her nose is pressed to him. This leaves her hands free, and those, well, move to the twins, reach up a little, and soon she's fondling each one while they suckle! It's a scene right out of some Inala-style paintings, really. Tending to four males all at once.
It is relaxing, in a way. Specifically in an Inala sort of way, which makes it feel rewarding. She's not always held perfectly level either, and the men shift and adjust. Her hips stay pretty locked in place though by Cloud as he vigorously pounds away. The others purr and show their appreciating in other more handsy and bitey ways. She gets Winter's tail draping over her throat and collarbone, which momentarily muffles some of the bells at least.
Right now even parts of Jingle are hoping she gets knocked up; goes with the instinct. Hopefully Inala is not listening when she has spurts of inward babbling to Her. Both ends of her have exceptional muscle control and are working their occupants firmly, though the one being pounded, well, requires less worth than the other since he can't move. So it's all her tongue and lip-work on that ends. And her hands, well, those manipulate, pull, squeeze, and stroke too.
The pent up Cloud makes chuffs as he releases. But he doesn't linger, changing places with Lake to work on Jingle's breast while the other takes over mating duty. Cloud is still pretty slippery to the touch.
Well, at least that makes it easy for Jingle to continue to mess with him! What must Lily think of her now seeing all of this! She's also purring on Winter's bit in her muzzle as she continues to work it 'expertly'.
Since Lake was already being worked up, he doesn't last quite as long as Cloud did, but is also working nearly twice as fast!
Jingle doesn't let up on Lake, either. She's really gripping him to try and slow him down, which of course means a lot more stimulation for each of them!
River is a bit more reserved when he swaps places with his brother. He also takes a bit longer to get things into place, and moves more slowly.
And Jingle adjusts her time with him, slower, but much more rippling and grippy as she tends to him too. She's had a few peaks at this point, which helps keep her euphoric, and yet soon after each mortified with how she's acting too. It's a vicious cycle.
The rhythm changes once River finally succumbs with a chirpy sort of chuff. Winter carefully pulls out of Jingle's mouth, and she finds herself deposited onto one of the hay beds. Now Winter has her all to himself when he mounts her, and makes sure to lick, suck, grope, bite and kiss to his hearts content.
Jingle wraps her legs and arms around Winter. Cattrap! She also growls playfully and demonstrates her hips are true savanite and move with speed. She's also groping, kissing, and otherwise being a rather feral little thing with the 'last' one.
Winter holds out remarkably well, despite having the longest warm-up of any of them. Jingle's peaks are starting to come more often, and this time line up exactly in time with Winter's avalanche.
Jingle ends up biting his shoulder when a particularly strong peak hits. She's sort of growl-purring as she rides out that peak, and his avalanche, with gusto! And in true form as it ebbs, she finds herself wondering 'What the hell am I doing?!"
There's just a moment of rest after Winter withdraws before Cloud comes in for round two. This time around they all thrust faster, which puts Jingle into a state of overlapping peaks that blur together. It's actually Tombstone that finishes her off, as he's very noticeable. She can't tell her peaks from her heartbeat at that point, and the big man has had the most time to recharge.
Jingle doesn't even know how much time has passed; she's just sort of floating in physical bliss! With odd dreams of being gravid with a cute little belly pouch on her thin body. Gah, she's going to get Tulani for taking her into this place in this condition! If she even survives this!
Tombstone does relent eventually, and Jingle feels.. flattened. She can barely hear over her own purr, and her limbs and tail are still twitchy. Winter does hold a hand out into view and signs, "Relaxed now?"
Jingle swats at it and grumbles. "Better not be pregnant," she signs, weakly. And yet she's still purring. And feeling disturbingly full; and knowing that was, well, a whole bunch of guys 'gifts'.
"How hungry are you?" Winter signs next, risking another swat.
"Fairly," Jingle has to admit. She also swats again.
The hand retreats, and after a short wait Jingle smells something other than cat musk: meat and spices! Lily enters from the kitchen with a tray of bread-bowls full of stew.
It's a struggle to sit up, but somehow Jingle manages it. She has to keep her legs parted though in the upright position. She makes grabby-hands at the bowls. She also signs, "I need a real bath now."
"Food first," Lily signs after handing over a bowl and a wooden spoon. "Try not to drip."
"No promises," Jingle signs and then takes the bowl and spoon. With hands occupied, she can't speak. but that's okay, because now she can eat, and this form can handle solids, usually. Nomf.
There are chunks of some sort of meat and vegetables, but it's hard to tell what kind due to the stew broth. It's not using Babelite spices, that's for certain. But if White Zolk takes slaves as valid wagers, why not spices or other luxury goods?
And hopefully not slaves in the stew, as the thought does cross Jingle's mind. So, she eats in relative silence; the bells jingling every so often when she moves a bit too quickly.
Soon all that's left is what's soaked into the bread. There's a vampiric temptation to bite into the bread and suck the juice out.
Jingle resists that temptation and instead just eats the bread too. It wasn't easy, though!
Lily comes around with a bucket and a ladle, offering water around.
Alptraum accepts some. Stew does tend to be salty, which in turn means thirsty. "How long have I been in here?" she signs now, wondering just where Tulani is.
Lily seems confused by the question. Cut off from day and night the only means to mark the passage of time is with some sort of clock. Finally she makes a rolling motion with her wrist and fist as if turning something over. She repeats it four more times. Five turnings of an hourglass maybe?
"Five hours?!?!" Jingle signs in shock and nearly leaps up. "Where is Mistress?" she frets.
"She ate with Master earlier," Lily signs, but doesn't indicate how much earlier. But their own meal must have been made from the leftovers.
"Did she seem okay?" Jingle questions.
Lily shrugs, and signs, "She was not being restrained."
"Are his guests usually restrained?" Jingle inquires worriedly. Soon she'd fidgeting with her collar, and thinking of the various times she's been restrained, starting with the time she was in the horrib lair.
"No," Lily signs. "She seemed less than alert however."
"Drugged?" Jingle signs, sitting up again. "Does your Master do that?"
"I am not privy to what he does with his guests," Lily admits. "I prepare the meals and taste them before him, then leave."
Jingle is suddenly worried her meal might have been drugged. "Am I allowed to go check on her? I assume no," she asks in sign.
"Not until you have been summoned," Lily signs. "You should remove your adornments before bathing."
"Except for the ones in me," Jingle comments in sign. She does get up and go about de-belling herself as much as she can. Can't remove the collar, though; it's locked on. And the body jewelry stays place too.
At least with the chains and extra bells gone, she feels more.. naked. "It will not be a tongue bath," Lily informs, possibly in case any of the men suggest to Jingle that it is one.
"It better not be," Jingle signs. "So, where do I go?"
"Follow," Lily signs. She's already collected all of the spoons.
Jingle does gather up her outfit, not wanting to leave it behind, and moves to follow.
After a brief stop in the kitchen, it's back into the servant tunnels and down two flights of stairs, then a few more twists and turns before arriving at what Lily signs is the women's bath. It's a large rectangular, sunken bath that while not steaming radiates warmth. A few others are there: the belly-dancers, some Eeee and.. Tulani, off in one of the corners away from the others. Nobody seems too concerned about seeing a Savanite. Maybe because she's got a different collar on.
Tulani catches Jingle's eye and her attention goes right to her, and looks her over worriedly as she heads into the bathing place near all the others so she can get cleaned up and ... out.
The other girls pretty much ignore Jingle, but Tulani beckons her over.
Jingle makes her way over and bows, then signs, "Mistress." She also leans in so signs and speaking can be concealed. As well as look her over for problems.
Tulani looks alright, but her breath smells of alcohol. "Don't look so worried," Tulani whispers in Sylvanian. "I'm playing along with the Solus act, so he thinks I can't handle booze and whatever else he added. Have you learned anything about the people that come here?"
"There is definitely a fighting ring here, deadly sort. Wagers are all sorts, including people. Many have become slaves because of lost bets, which I expect were fixed. Breeding slaves, though .. no idea on that yet," Jingle signs quickly. "And I have to look worried, it's part of the act. I know no one can drink you under the table."
"He wants us to give a private show for some guests tomorrow, so we're staying the night," Tulani says, and rolls her eyes a bit. "I'm staying with White Zolk of course. Part of the act. How are the slaves?"
"They don't seem .. unhappy? Resigned, maybe?" Jingle signs, "But it may be because they don't know any better? They're friendly enough. Rather horny too. You bringing me here while I'm ... you know. Is rough!"
"Sounds like they're not recently captured ones, probably descended from slaves," Tulani notes quietly. "New ones are illegal now. Too rough for you? I figured it would get you in close with them quicker."
"No, not too rough for me. This body's instincts are driving me nuts," Jingle claims, "And I have to be somewhat careful what I ask, you know. I can't be too obvious."
"Why not?" Tulani asks. "Do you think they'd report you or something?"
"Might. I just don't want to seem like someone prying for info off the bat, that's an obvious tell," Jingle points out. "So I'm getting information indirectly as things happen I tie it to weedling out a bit more."
"Well, you're new, you'd be expected to ask questions," Tulani says. "I've seen the pregnant girl and the bodyguards so far.. I half expect the bodyguards to be in the bedroom tonight. Tell me about the others?"
"There's one named Tombstone that's apparently the best pit fighter here, and tends to go for the girls, so to speak. He's the pregnant one's breeder. There are four other males, Winter, Cloud, Lake, and River. They were the ones running the dias. They don't seem anything particularly 'special' yet."
"I haven't seen White Zolk interact with anyone other than slaves and the eunuch," Tulani reports. "And the eunuch only briefly. He seems a bit paranoid about someone trying to kill him. Has the pregnant one taste his food for him. No idea what those Eeee women do around here. The wagering people thing is worrisome. Is that how some of the slaves ended up here?"
"At least two of them, the ones with the ear marks," Jingle signs. "So far they really don't seem unhappy, so to speak, and no one has been outright cruel. I'm curious, has the White Zolk made any overtures about buying me?"
"I think he may want us both, as a permanent act," Tulani says. "And for other reasons. He's very enamored of 'exotic' women, and Solus are extremely rare outside of their enclaves."
"I wonder of he'll want to sample me too," Jingle wonders, then shrugs some. "And I'm exotic for all the additions done. I think so, anyway." Her ears wiggle.
"Well, none of his slaves are entertainers.. although I suppose the one that fights is, maybe," Tulani says. "This special guests tomorrow are here for an 'event' so that's probably a pit fight. Just need to witness it and the wagering."
"I suspect the White Zolk will want me to 'whore' for him during that to entertain guests," Jingle signs. "And what happens after you witness it. You can forward the info on to someone? Do you want me to go all monstery? Something else?"
"We'll play that by ear," Tulani says. "If he becomes insistent that we stay, we may need to get rough. And if he's showing us his special guests, the more we impress them the more likely he'll want that.. and also more likely the guests will bring us along to see the wagering and the fight."
"We want to be appealing, and if we have to stay an extra day or two, that's fine. I don't feel like I'm regressing at all, so I should be plenty safe. Also probably plenty well, humped by good looking savanites," Jingle admits. "I've been in worse situations..."
"Are they as chiseled as the bodyguards then?" Tulani asks with one eyebrow raised slightly.
"Not that good. I'd love to bed one of them, but," Jingle signs, then stops when she realizes what she signed.
"I've been half-expecting them to insist swapping out my collar so I match them," Jingle admits as she tries to change the subject.
Tulani fingers her own collar, which is the only thing she's wearing. "Not until I end up with one," she says. "I don't think White Zolk wants to show that non-Savanites can end up as slaves too."
"If he asks to buy me, what will you tell him?" Jungle asks.
"Well.. depends on how much he offers," Tulani says with a wicked grin. "I doubt it'll come to that. He'd want the whole set. I'll try to make him really want me later. I've been getting some tips from Mave."
"We can use the money, so if he offers bit, take it," Jingle signs, and grins. "Also, I'm proud of you, being all wanton and slinky too. You've grown so!"
"The tips I got were making him really happy without me putting out," Tulani claims and winks. "Plus he's a Khatta. I just have to be careful of the barbs."
"They're part of the fun," Jingle claims in sign. "And you know me, I'd put out."
"You have a blessing from the goddess of lust though, so I'm sure you always enjoy it," Tulani puts out. "I don't have any blessings from anyone. Not sure Barada gives blessings."
"I can ask Inala to bless you," Jingle offers.
"Unlike you, I can't serve multiple Sisters," Tulani says. "The yodh aren't supposed to poach from one another, even though I'm not actually a yodhbarada."
"I could arrange something, I bet," Jingle teases. "But then I do like being special and wanted."
Tulani dunks Jingle for the tease! She needed to be rinsed off anyway.
Jingle goes blurk! She comes up sputtering and coughing. Also, glaring. "See if I ever worry about you again," she signs.
Tulani can't help but giggle. "You shouldn't tease," she notes, and waggles a finger.
"I should also get back to the others. Be careful, I do get the feeling that guy is actually dangerous," Jingle signs as she moves away a bit, so she can return to the others soon.
"Try to find out if there's a schedule around here too," Tulani whispers.
"They barely know what time it is in general, they never see the sun. So ... may not have any idea. I'll try, though," Jingle signs.
Nobody's waiting to help her dry off, but she finds the towels easily enough.
And so Jingle grabs a towel and works on drying off. It's not like she's usually waited on anyway. The biggest challenge is just being careful around any piercings to avoid snagging them. Especially the nose ring, yanking that hurts.
She could probably use the towel to carry all of her chains and bells in afterwards though.
Jingle could also put them back on, too! But she has no idea what more to expect, so probably best to leave them off for now. So into a towel bundle they go once she's dry enough ... and doeesn't stink like male rut. Give her a few hours though and she'll have her own fragrance back.
Finding her way back isn't difficult. It helps that she can backtrack her own aroma, and then that of the kitchen. She finds Lily there cleaning.
"Thank you for the bath. Where did everyone go?" Jingle signs when she can catch Lily's eye. "Also, is this your first child? You probably shouldn't be working so much?"
"They are sleeping," Lily signs once her hands are free. "And this will be my third child. Work must be done, and men cannot be trusted to clean with anything but their tongues."
"The men I've known have usually been more capable," Jingle signs. "And third? Where are the first two?" she then moves to help clean.
"Sold," Lily signs. "The boys will grow big and strong, the girl will bear many fine sons of her own. The men here have sausage fingers. From fingering their sausages too much."
"They get that lonely? Are you the only woman here?" Jingle asks. "And is there any schedule of things I should be aware of if I'm to be here for a few days?"
"I am the only Savanite woman other than you," Lily signs. "You are a guest, so you may keep your own schedule other than sharing meals. Do you need to serve your Mistress in any special way? She was naked when I saw her, but then so were you."
"She requires nothing of me right now. She is spending time with your Master. Do you serve your Master in the bedroom as well, or does he stick to his 'guests' only?" Jingle asks.
"He does not eat in his bedroom that I know of," Lily says, taking the 'serve' literally. She then realizes what Jingle really meant, and shakes her head. "I don't know if he is interested in slaves that way. None of the men have signed of it."
"So, unlikely he would ask for me, then," Jingle signs back, nods some. "Maybe he just likes men. Pretty common in Babel."
"I think he likes your mistress," Lily says. "Or she has seduced him. Is she also in heat?"
"Mistress? No, not at all. It may be her strength he likes. Not sure," Jingle signs, "Or her wings, maybe. If we are staying the night, where should I sleep?"
"I sleep with Tombstone," Lily says, pointing back to the entry to the slaves quarters. "You may pick any of the others. Winter sleeps the deepest."
"We're expected to sleep together? Is Tombstone your husband, then?" Jingle inquires.
"He is my mate," Lily signs. "There are not enough beds, unless the twins are sleeping together, but they have not done that for a long time now."
"Then I guess Winter it is. I hope he is not too handsy," Jingle laments.
"I would not know," Lily claims.
"No? Never?" Jingle prompts.
"He is my older brother," Lily explains. "Cloud is also my brother."
"Aaaah, so no bed fun with them," Jingle signs and nods sagely. "Have you always been with White Zolk?"
"Not always," Lily signs. "There was a previous Master that may be White Zolk's father."
"Who was that?" Jingle signs as she starts helping clean now. "And I'll help clean until bed."
"He was just Master," Lily replies. "I was an infant and do not remember if he had any other name. Do you know how to clean a kitchen?"
"Yes, I know how to clean a kitchen," Jingle signs, "I do have skills other than entertainment." She shakes her head a little, and settles in for a probable quiet time before sleep and what tomorrow will bring.