Catherine was the daughter of Odette, a baker’s apprentice at the Gourdplant farms of Genkysou had come of age, and had just been kicked out of the harem lodgings. Her mother’s salary had covered their living expenses for many years… but with twelve sisters, and another on the way, it had been time for her to leave the nest. Catherine had no special skills like her mother. She’d scraped the lowest passing grades in her final year of schooling, and so avoided culling… but her job prospects were looking bleak. The guard academy had rejected her application twice now, and even her mother’s bakery wasn’t hiring new girls at the moment. She had a handful of shells left to her name, and wasn’t sure how she’d make rent next week.

If she stayed in the village, then she’d be considered a vagabond, and there was only one punishment in Genkysou for vagrancy; the homeless were rounded up and slaughtered for their meat. It seemed to Catherine that she’d have a better chance wandering alone in the monster filled wilderness, than trying to outrun the city guard.

She packed a spear, and a few days rations she purchased with the last of her shells, and set out past the massive wooden entry gates of Genkysou, trekking north towards the mountain passes. If she was lucky, she’d make it as far as some of the scattered farmsteads that seeded the north. Odds are they’d be looking for wandering workers this time of year. The roads on the way were perilous, with monsters feasting on travelers. Even those who made it all the way to their destinations were often rewarded with enslavement at the hands of the rural farmers… but it was a life… and remaining in Genkysou proper would undoubtedly result in her being served up on a girlmeat burrito in Screaming Girl Alley.

Indeed the roads were dangerous, more so than Catherine had expected. The cold, muddy tracks were littered with the bones of fellow travelers, more than a few still sticky with the digestive juices or fecal matter of whatever had digested them alive. On one occasion, a slaver caravan guarded by well armed and fed mercenaries had passed her on the road. Hours later, she caught up to them on foot. The caravan lay broken, melted in half by the spray of an Acidstreamer’s corrosive projection liquids. When she arrived, The chitinous giant was busy hunting the last surviving mercenaries, ferreting the surviving girls out of their hiding spots and lifting them up to its bloated reddened orifice to be consumed. From her vantage point beneath a rotting log, Catherine had witnessed one unlucky mercenary pulled from behind a tree stump. The creature’s round puffy mouth had pulsated hungrily , dribbling burning saliva into her face as it gulped her down into its wriggling belly full of screaming women.

Another time, she bore witness to a Grey Stalker siphoning the brains out of a blonde teen off to the side of the trail, as it walked her back to its nest. Her tiny titties jiggled as she squealed and spasmed while she was painstakingly decraniated. Catherine pitied the poor slut, but there was nothing she could do to help her.. so she just continued hiking onwards, as the girl’s moans faded away behind her.

In the early morning of her fourth day on the road, Catherine stumbled onto the camp of a family of three; a mother and two young daughters. After a nervous period of feeling out the situation, Catherine was invited to take a log near the fireside. Her name was Vivienne, and her daughters were Rosie and Sally. They were traveling to a farmstead three days on foot from their current location. They’d been promised positions as wives to some farm owner’s sons. Catherine thought it sounded too good to be true. Odds are they’d be just be gutted and cooked for a farmer’s sunday roast., but she kept her mouth shut about it. She didn’t want to burst their bubble with cynical reality.

The girls played warrior by the fireside, play-fighting with some straight sticks they had found. Eventually Catherine left to journey further on while the family packed up their caravan. Vivienne made a note on Catherine’s map, marking the location of the farmstead. Catherine smiled to herself. It’d be a great opportunity if it were true. Maybe she should have a look for herself.

Catherine’s rations were perilously low when she finally stumbled on a farmer’s outpost off the main road five days later. She’d been backtracking after taking what she had thought of as a potential shortcut that hadn’t panned out as well as she’d thought. It was a series of village barracks protected from the rest of the world by a rocky valley; an ideal place for farming, without the risk of larger predators noticing often. Catherine noticed a tanned farmhand tending to a field of small cultivated aphrodisiac bloodflowers. (A risky, yet rewarding crop to grow) stepping out of the bushline towards the figure, Catherine hesitated. What she had at first thought to be a toned farmgirl was in fact a handsome young man with slicked back dark hair.

She was taken aback. In the cities and larger villages where she had lived, men were a treasured resource. They lived in breeding harems, where all their needs were taken care of, and they could spend their valuable time procreating as was intended by the gods. It was shocking to her to even fathom a man working the land. She’s heard tales of it, or fictions in romantic prints from some of the pulp paper prints she’d read in the dorms at night. Seeing it for herself though was a different matter. She’d seen men of course, but mostly at a distance, surrounded by their fiercely protective wives and mistresses. The idea of being alone with a boy was crazy. It was the kind of opportunity every girl dreamed of.
“H-hello” the nervous young girl prepositioned the boy. “Could you tell me if this farm is in need of any farmhands…. I’ll work very hard.”
The boy wiped the sweat from his brow, and turned to look at Catherine with deep brown eyes that seemed to drink her in all at once.
“I’ll bet a cute girl like you would work very hard indeed”. He replied.
Catherine blushed. Cute? He thought she was cute? Her brain fogged up, and she felt her nipples harden in the cold air. It was the first sentence she’d ever spoken to a man, and already she could barely resist the urge to spread her legs and present for him like some kind of country bumpkin. She straightened her loincloth and tried to maintain her civilized composure, hoping that he’d notice.
“My name is Catherine”, she curtseyed to him.
“Matthew” he replied “pleased to meet such a cultured young lady.” He walked over to her, inside her personal space.
She felt her face go red hot. He was so close, she could feel his breath on her cheek as he spoke. “Hmmm, lovely face… you might make a good addition to my trophy wall?”
Oh gods, her brain positively fried. He thought she’d make an acceptable partner? This was the best day of her life. Catherine pushed out her flat chest to try to make it look bigger, and he pressed his palms into her tiny titties, massaging them to check for quality. A small moan escaped her lips. Like almost any girl in the World of Bones, She’d do anything to be selected as a breeder. It was everything she wanted. Before she could help herself, she found herself on all fours, lifting her loincloth and presenting her dripping pink pussy like a Geckodog bitch during mating season. Her mother would be ashamed at Catherine’s barbarian-like behavior… but she was so overcome with lust, and the environment, that she couldn’t help but embrace the more rustic courting approach.

Matthew responded positively, his fingers spreading her open to inspect for signs of illness or injury. When he found none, he lifted her to her feet and commanded her to follow him back to the nearest farm dormitory. “Come on slut, my harem can formally welcome you as my twenty-fifth wife later this evening… but you’re making me hard right now, and I have a break from work, so I’m gonna take your virginity and put some babies in your belly right now.”

Catherine’s mind reeled in abject joy as he dragged her by the hand towards the large wooden domicile, where she would finally be made into a real woman. She was so happy she could die.