She draws in a sharp breath, trying to focus on something else, "The humans in your traveling party appeared to be well taken care of."

His head tilts towards her as she speaks; he replies softly, "I am sure you think that we beat our slaves and ravage the women," his voice bites with a hint of venom in it.

It stings her slightly, but the distraction from her aching cunt is welcomed, "That is what they say. I think there is so much hatred because they simply don't know what happens to the people once they are taken."

"You don't believe it, then?"

"No?" she wonders, truly thinking on...