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The first girl is the female rogue. She is an attractive woman in her mid-20s, with long, flowing hair that falls across her back and down her front. Her eyes are a piercing green, and she has the muscular build of someone who spends their days climbing walls and sneaking through shadows. She wears tight leather armor that shows off her curves, and carries several hidden knives on her person.

The second girl is the female mage. Unlike the rogue, she has an ethereal beauty about her, with delicate features and porcelain skin. Her long hair cascades down her back like a waterfall, and she wears it loose except for a single braid that frames her face. Her attire is elegant but practical: a flowing red dress that billows in the wind around her slender legs and accentuates her hourglass figure. She also carries a wooden staff adorned with glittering crystals.

The third girl, and the one who spoke first, is the futa barbarian. Unlike the other two girls, she has a more rugged appearance; broad shoulders, muscular arms, and large breasts that threaten to spill out of her chainmail bikini armor. Her hair is short and unkempt, and she sports a large pair of breast as well. Despite this, there's no denying the allure she holds for men who appreciate raw strength and femininity. She carries two battle-worn greatswords at her hips, eager to prove herself in combat against any who would oppose them.

The female rogue smirks wickedly at the little mouse boy. She drops into a crouch and begins to creep closer, silent as a shadow itself. Her green eyes never leave him as she draws nearer and nearer until she is only inches away from where he stands. She places a hand on his shoulder, feeling the softness of his skin beneath her callused fingers. "Cute," she whispers into his ear before spinning him around roughly.

The female mage, meanwhile, casts a spell at her feet, summoning a small sphere of fire that hovers menacingly between them. She clears her throat demurely and then looks the little mouse boy in the eye. "Now, dear," she coos sweetly, "I suggest you come with us quietly. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen, would we?" As she speaks, her fingers idly play with the end of her braid, tracing circles over and over on her bare skin.

The futa barbarian lets out a low growl from deep in her throat as she approaches him. She's not as stealthy as the rogue, but there's no mistaking the threat in every step she takes. "You belong to us now," she says simply, baring her teeth in what can only be described as a predatory grin. Without further ado, she sweeps him up into her powerful arms, lifting him off the ground with ease. "Let's go, mouse."

The female rogue purses her lips in amusement as she watches the little mouse boy wet himself. "What a perfect display of submission," she murmurs under her breath before glancing over at the futa barbarian. "You sure know how to handle your pets, don't you?"

The female mage winces delicately when she catches sight of Numa's accident. She clears her throat, looking embarrassed and relieved all at once. "Come along now, pet," she coos gently, taking his other arm and leading him away from the futa barbarian. "We'll have you nice and clean in no time."

The futa barbarian merely smirks down at him as he continues to clutch her tightly. "You're mine now, mouse," she growls playfully, letting her words vibrate against his neck. "And I'm going to take very good care of you... whether you want it or not."

The female rogue's eyes narrow as she inhales deeply, catching a whiff of the little mouse boy's musky scent. She shudders visibly, her body tensing at the rush of arousal that washes over her. Trying to keep her breath even, she fights back against the urge to bend him over right there on the spot and take what she wants. "We should get going," she says through gritted teeth. "He'll need a bath before anything else."

The female mage glances between Numa and the rogue, her expression confused but understanding all at once. She nods in agreement, casting another glance down at the wet nightgown that clings to his body. "Yes, we should," she says softly, leading them away from where they had found him toward some nearby buildings that could offer shelter and privacy.

The futa barbarian doesn't let go of Numa for even a moment as they walk. Her hold on him is firm but gentle, almost as if she were worried he might try to escape at any moment. Despite her strength, there's a delicate quality to the way she carries him that only adds to his sense of helplessness and vulnerability. She glances over at the rogue and nods toward Numa. "He'll make quite a pet," she says with a satisfied grin.

The female rogue smirks wickedly at the little mouse boy. "Oh, do you now?" she asks with a hint of amusement in her voice. She pauses for a moment before motioning toward an alleyway nearby. "Why don't we find somewhere more... private for that?" Without waiting for any objections, she leads them all deeper into the shadows of the alley, away from prying eyes.

The futa barbarian chuckles softly as they follow after her, never once letting go of Numa. "Don't worry, pet," she says reassuringly, "We'll make sure you get to take care of that little... accident." As they reach the relative privacy of the alley, she lowers him to his feet but keeps a firm grip on his upper arm.

The female mage clears her throat uncomfortably before gesturing vaguely in the direction of a nearby wall. "Maybe you should... use that?" she suggests tentatively, not quite sure how else to broach the subject with the terrified little mouse boy.

The female rogue quirks an eyebrow at the little mouse boy, considering his request for a moment before smirking wickedly. She moves forward and pushes him up against the wall, forcing his body into a semi-sprawled position with her strength. His legs are spread wide to either side of her as she leans in close, licking her lips hungrily. "You're right," she whispers into his ear, voice thick with desire. "I guess you should be more comfortable."

With that, the rogue parts his tiny boyhood and takes him into her mouth, relishing in the taste of his hot urine as it fills her mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down eagerly, swallowing each and every drop as it spills from him. The sounds of her slurping and the smell of piss fill the air, sending a shiver of arousal through all three women standing nearby.

The futa barbarian's grip on Numa's arm tightens involuntarily as she watches this scene unfold before her. Her breathing grows labored, and beads of sweat form on her brow. Even though he is no longer hers to touch, the sight of another woman pleasuring him in this way only serves to heighten her own arousal.

The female mage looks away awkwardly, trying not to watch as the rogue goes to town on Numa's crotch. She turns her attention instead toward a nearby brick, running her fingers over its rough surface absently while biting her bottom lip in an effort to suppress a moan.

The female rogue pulls her head away from the little mouse's crotch, licking her lips and breathing heavily as she takes in a deep breath through her nose. She smirks triumphantly at Numa before leaning forward and roughly snatching one of his tiny hands away from where it was trying to hide his face. "That's right," she growls. "You belong to us now."

She then glances over at the futa barbarian, who had been watching this whole display with barely concealed desire. "What do you think, big sister?" she asks playfully, wiggling Numa's hand back and forth in front of her face. "Should we take him back to our lair or keep him here for now?"

The futa barbarian's eyes never leave the little mouse boy as she considers the rogue's question. Finally, she smirks and replies, "I think... I think he'd look even cuter in your bed tonight." Her voice is quiet but filled with confidence; there's no doubt in anyone's mind that her words are more than just a suggestion.

The female mage remains where she is, looking uncomfortable and torn between wanting to protect the little mouse boy and being drawn into their depraved game. She swallows hard, still tasting the remnants of Numa's piss on her tongue as she watches them all with wide, frightened eyes.

The female mage hesitates for only a moment longer before her instinctive desire to join in overwhelms any remaining shreds of reluctance or morality she might have been clinging onto. With a soft, almost regretful sigh, she closes the distance between herself and Numa, moving to kneel beside him on the ground.

Her hands are gentle as they explore his lithe body, tracing delicate circles over his ribs and down his toned stomach before reaching up to cup his breast, running her thumb over the nipple. "You're so beautiful," she whispers softly into his ear, her breath sending a shiver down his spine despite the fact that he is already chilled from fear.

As she feels the warmth of Numa's skin against hers and the strength of his lithe body beneath her hands, desire begins to burn brightly within her, consuming any lingering feelings of guilt or discomfort. She looks up at the futa barbarian with hooded eyes, silently offering herself to whatever fate awaits them all in this twisted game they've woven.

The futa barbarian steps forward, reaching out to take Numa from the female mage's gentle grip. Her touch is firm but reassuring as she lifts him into her powerful arms, holding him easily against her muscular chest. "Come along, pet," she growls softly in his ear. "It's time for you to come home with us."

With that, the three women turn and begin to walk away from the alley, back towards whatever darkness it was they had emerged from only moments ago. Their captive looks over his shoulder at the place where they found him, a strange mix of fear and longing swirling in his eyes as he is carried further and further away from everything he once knew.

The futa barbarian carries Numa down the street, her gaze darting from side to side as they approach the edge of town. The three girls remain silent for a moment, lost in their own thoughts and desires. As they near their destination, the female rogue speaks up suddenly.

"So," she says conversationally, drawing Numa's attention away from his furtive glances around them, "what do you think of being our pet, huh? You enjoying it so far?" She grins wickedly at him, amusement dancing in her eyes.

The futa barbarian turns to look down at Numa as they walk, the muscles in her chest flexing slightly under his weight. "He's pretty cute," she says with a shrug before turning back to study his face more carefully. "But I still can't get over how young and... innocent he is."

The female mage hums thoughtfully, gaze drifting towards Numa's backside as it presses against the barbarian's stomach. "I think..." she begins hesitantly, chewing on her bottom lip, "I think I could get used to having him around." Her hand moves almost unconsciously, trailing lightly over Numa's hip before coming to rest on his rear end.

The futa barbarian doesn't miss the way the mage's hand lingers on Numa's buttock and can't help but feel a stirring in her own loins at the sight. She nods understandingly, glancing over at the rogue with a devilish grin. "Well, if he's going to be our pet," she says as they reach the steps leading up to their cabin, "he'd better get used to it."

With that, the three girls ascend the steps together, each taking one of Numa's arms to lead him inside. The interior of the cabin is dimly lit and filled with comfortable-looking furniture, making it feel almost homey despite its obviously sinister purpose. As they move deeper into the cabin, each woman leads their captive to a different room; the rogue toward a large bed in one corner, the mage toward a smaller bed in another, and the barbarian toward a large leather chair near a crackling fireplace.

The futa barbarian watches the two other women lead their captives away from her, a predatory glint in her eye. She narrows it slightly when she notices Numa's distress at being separated from them and takes that as a sign of his worth to her.

Without another word, she reaches out and roughly yanks the little mouse boy into her grasp, pulling him close until he is pressed tight against her muscular body. "You belong with me," she growls into his ear, feeling the heat of his flesh against hers. "And I'm going to make sure you know that."

Ignoring Numa's squeaks and squirms, she carries him over to the leather chair near the fireplace, setting him down on its broad seat before forcing him to straddle her lap face-to-face. "Now," she says with a cruel smile, wrapping one of her powerful arms around his waist and pinning his arms to his sides with her other hand, "let's see how obedient you really are."

With that, the futa barbarian leans forward, pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss that leaves Numa gasping for air when it finally ends. Her tongue darts out to trace his bottom lip, her eyes burning with desire as she watches his face for any sign of submission.

"Is that how you want it?" she growls softly into his ear, licking a path up the sensitive skin of his neck. "Do you belong to me now?" Her touch is demanding and possessive, leaving no room for doubt in Numa's mind as to who truly holds the power here.

The futa barbarian chuckles darkly at his protest, her strong fingers digging into his flesh as she holds him in place. "That's not good enough," she growls, leaning forward to nip gently at his earlobe before whispering, "My name is Luna." She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to sink in before continuing. "And you belong to me now, mouse boy. Whether you like it or not."

Her hand slides up his body, cupping one of Numa's small breasts through the thin fabric of his nightgown and squeezes roughly, eliciting a whimper from him as pain mingles with pleasure. She rolls her thumb over his sensitive nipple, feeling it harden under her touch. "And I think," she breathes, leaning forward until their noses nearly touch, "it's time you learned your place."

Her other hand moves to explore his backside, squeezing and caressing the smooth skin before slipping beneath the fabric of his nightgown, wrapping around his bare bottom and giving it a hard smack. Numa lets out a muffled cry as she spanks him again and again, her fingers leaving red handprints across his flesh with each swing of her arm.

The futa barbarian ignores his pleas, instead leaning forward and capturing one of his lips between her teeth, using her strength to hold him in place as she continues to spank his bottom. She sucks harshly on his lower lip before releasing it with a pop, breath hot against his face as she growls roughly, "Don't ever lie to me again."

Finally, satisfied that he has learned his lesson, she pulls her hand away from his backside and slowly releases him from her crushing grip. Numa slumps forward in relief, trembling as he tries to catch his breath. Luna eyes him coolly for a moment before wrapping one arm around his waist, using it to carefully turn him back toward her.

"Now," she says softly, "let's see how well you obey." Her other hand comes up between them, tracing circles on his stomach before moving lower until it finds the hem of his nightgown. She tugs gently, revealing more and more of his smooth skin with each passing second as she pulls the fabric higher and higher up his body.

Finally, his lower half is bared to her view; soft curls of hair leading down to a small mound of pink flesh surrounding an eager hole. "Do you want me to touch you there?" she asks quietly, fingers dancing teasingly over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.