About This Adventure
You are the untouched virgin selected as personal trophy by a coming-of-age centaur stallion after his tribe slaughters the men of your village and collars the surviving women as slaves. Smoke still drifts across Redmill green. Under the broken peace of the Eastern Marches the Stonehoof tribe finished their work an hour ago; the men, the boys, and the old lie where they fell. The surviving women kneel naked in a single line beside the well, most already wearing the thick rune-etched collars of the herd. You kneel at the end of that line because the raiders marked you early as untouched stock and left you for the young stallions to claim. Gutrad the Strong halts in front of you. His Clydesdale-scale bulk cuts the late light. He tips your chin up with one rough hand, then checks what the others already confirmed. An older stallion tosses him a fresh leather collar and a short blade still hot from the branding fire. Gutrad buckles the collar first; the runes warm against your throat. He sets the knife point against the skin over your womb and waits. “Play along as my breeding mare and we keep this simple,” he says. “Or does the collar teach you first?”
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