In a quiet side road away from the village, a swirling purple portal opened. The glow of the magic energy turned the whole area violet, the weak light of the setting sun overpowered, and a trio of travellers arrived in the demon world Aletheria from elsewhere.  Each of them was human, two females, one male.

The younger woman was blonde, hair cut to a few inches above the shoulders, and just over five feet in height. She wore brown leather leggings, knee-high heeled black boots, a dark blue woollen jacket, and a white cotton blouse with a deep u-cut on the front exposing cleavage and chest. Close examination would show that the thin cotton brushing against her ample c-cup breasts would show that nothing lay beneath, hints of her pink flesh granted on occasion, not that the cut of the blouse. She also wore a simple leather choker, and had blue-green eyes that surveyed the scene before her. She was Nancy

The other woman was older, but did not look the twenty year gap between her and the blonde at all, looking like she was maybe at most a decade older. She had long black hair cascading down her back, the light catching it to show some hints of brown within it. Eyes of that same fleeting brown looked over the scene as this older woman stood in her outfit, boots tipped with fur halfway up her calves, and a green dress that cut off just above her knees, the dress pushing up her voluptuous D-cup chest to look even more impressive, and cut to expose the cleavage the two sizeable breasts created. A small gust of wind showed that she had no panties below the dress, and the pointed profile of her nipples poking the tight chest of the dress indicated she wore just that simple green garment. She was Janett, mother to Nancy, adoptive mother of Ronny, and about the same height as her daughter.

The man was Ronny, a good bit taller than his mother and sister at five and a half feet, with black hair and brown eyes. He wore a rather simple navy blue woollen tunic over tan leather pants, with black leather belts around his waist and one serving as a baldric, a simple sword in a scabbard on his belt. His boots were plain black, the pant legs going over them for the most part. He had created the portal, seeking to investigate strange goings on in this realm. And for that, he needed some bait....

"The nearest town is a short walk from here. Opening a portal right into it causes some bad reactions, so we'll have to deal with that," Ronny explained.

"Whatever, you said that before," Nancy rolled her eyes.

"It's fine, as long as there's something good to do in that Inn we're heading for," Janett said.

Any guilt Ronny may have had about his plan was fading, mostly thanks to Nancy.

"Well, you two wanted to come and see what things were like in other dimensions. I've got some work to do, but I'm sure you can pass the time somehow..."

"They're not prudes about women in this place, are they?" Nancy wondered as they neared the town, and an answer walked by.

The blonde admired the passing Elven ranger, white-haired in a long ponytail, long tall legs swishing with a red tunic so short it barely hid her black leather panties, and her voluptuous breasts seemed to be barely contained by the upper tunic or the cross-belt rig holding her arrow quiver onto her back.

"Guess not. Wish I had legs like that," She mused.

"We'd better go to the inn first, at this time of evening the town will be quieting down, so we get there first, we get rooms and a decent table. And yes, there'll be booze," Ronny said.

"Now we're talking," Janett grinned.

***

As the women picked a table, Ronny went to the barman, a bearded man who seemed bored with the slow day so far.

"Another Adventurer, I suppose? Here by yourself?"

"No, travelling with the two ladies," Ronny pointed at Nancy and Janett.

The barman seemed disinterested, moving to the next step.

"Looking for rooms, then? Food'll be served in an hour, booze is beer or what you see on the shelf."

Ronny was fine with this on one hand, but a little frustrated. A talkative barman could have meant more clues... but out of the corner of his eye he noted a cloaked figure seeming to take interest in Nancy and Janett.

"Sounds fine by me. I'll need two rooms, and three pints" He said, offering some gold coins.

The Barman nodded.

"Fair enough. Karl, deal with the admin for the rooms, I'll get the beer."

A third man emerged from a door, a moustached one.

"Ah, staying with us, sir? I'm Karl, I'm the clerk to deal with the accommodations. Albert there sticks to the bar," He said.

"I see. Well, as I said to him, I need two rooms...."

As Ronny talked and acted like he was not caring what the cloaked man did, he saw that the cloaked figure seemed to be making a signal, one that Karl was catching, but the clerk's poker face was good. Ronny only just saw that Karl was acknowledging it.

Well, looks like the bait's already hooking some fishes....

***

As the drinks flowed and the hands of the clock moved, Ronny decided to head off. Janett and Nancy, however, kept going.

"This place needs some... something fun," Nancy said, words slurred slightly after downing... lots of booze? She wasn't sure any more.

(She had only taken three pints, of course, but even then she had lost count)

"Like what?" Janett wondered, feeling a little light headed herself, but having kept better count at four... or was it three as well?

"I think a dancer!"

"Where are we gonna find a dancer at this time of morning? Night?"

Nancy pondered it, then looked at her own reflection in the beer. A few moments more of thinking, and she grinned.

"Me!" She giggled, jumping up, almost stumbling.

Janett jumped up, breasts jiggling below her blouse, as she began unbuttoning it, to the delight of the male patrons. The slightly beer-stained garment fell to the floor as the now topless blonde climbed onto a table to the cheers of the menfolk, and a few women too.

"Let's make it lively!" She giggled, swaying away.

It was hardly the most erotic dance, but to the patrons, seeing the topless beauty drunkenly dance earned more cheers and whoops. Janett simply rolled her eyes.

"You still can't handle booze, huh? Oh well, at least they're not throwing us out," She laughed.

She moved off her own table, jumping over to two other delighted patrons, who ate her up with their eyes as she swung her breasts before them. She gave a flirty look at one who reached up towards her rear end, letting the man pinch it, before moving onwards.

Janett watched her go, downing more booze herself, and feeling even more light-headed. Slightly tired, even. Her eyes drooped as Nancy finished up her tour, stumbling back, sitting down... and starting to snore almost instantly.

"Hah... Lightweight," Janett said as she blinked, blinked again, and...

Her head slumped forward too, as some of the other patrons smirked. A few stood, and began to lift the slumbering pair away. One of them picked up the dropped blouse, while admiring the breasts still on display they had once barely hidden.

"These two should be worth a fair amount, especially with these tits... Wonder if the others are just as good?"

One of the men carrying the slumbering Janett grinned. He had a perfect view up her dress, seeing her womanhood on full display, a few tufts of black hairs above a semi-aroused pussy, a side effect of the spiked beer. Not enough to get truly horny, but enough to start feeling a little hot under the collar if not for the booze and the main effect of the drugs leading the women off to dreamland...

"Maybe, but she's not wearing anything under this dress. Real nice view from here," He grinned.

"We'll all see it soon enough."

***

As he awoke, Ronny sighed to see he was the only one in the room, and when readied, went to ask where the two were. He had suspicions, of course, but on the whole, the plan seemed to be working. He had to be sure, though...

"Them two ladies? Ah, yes, they left already, doing some shopping they said," The Clerk said.

"I see. Well, I'd better go find them before they drain their purses," Ronny replied.

He toured the village, walking the markets, entering the stores, without a trace of the two.

'Seems things are moving. Best keep up the search in town though, play along...'

***

The duo in question now lay, still slumbering, as they were being prepared for transport.

"Let's get these clothes off, not that there's much in the way," One man said.

A henchman, with some delight, took a sharp blade and sliced what remained away. Janett was rendered nude completely when her green dress was shredded, and her boots were tugged off. Nancy's leather leggings were cut away, the men delighted by her lack of underwear as her smooth shaven crotch was exposed.

 They left Nancy's choker for now, as they peeled open her eyelid. Blank blue-green eyes did not respond, the woman completely unconscious.

"Yep, second dose is taking effect.... And our mage can wipe away any little spells," A henchman said as one rose a staff over the pair.

A few enchantments were broken, but the henchmen were relieved to see none were shapeshifting effects, changing the looks of the women. They were natural, or at least, nothing done was through easily undone magics.

"They're clean. Let's get the paperwork done and pack them," One said.

"Alright then, this one, Ginette was it? Forty-four inch bust, black hair, brown eyes. Human, pale skinned. Seems to be a little older, maybe thirty or so?"

"Sounds about right. Other one was Yancy or Prancy or something.... Nancy?"

The henchman taking notes shrugged.

"I think it was Ancy. She's a little smaller on the chest, only forty inch bust. Shaved, but looks like a natural blonde from her roots at least. Blue eyes, a little greenish... Also human and pale skinned. Looks like she's early twenties agewise?"

"Yeah. They also look alike a bit. Sisters?"

"Maybe mother and daughter, cousins. Doesn't really matter does it..."

"Some buyers like related pairs. Let's call them... sisters, maybe. Ginette really doesn't look old enough to be this one's mother, even if she somehow is."

The unconscious nude pair were lifted up, the henchmen enjoying the task, as their hands roamed over the merchandise, copping feels as they carried out their job.

"Jealous of whoever buys these two already," One sighed, squeezing Janett's firm behind as he lowered her into a hay-lined crate, folding her into a semi-foetal pose.

"Work harder and buy one yourself then," another taunted as he folded Nancy up in a similar way in her own crate.

"Sure, yeah, work harder. Who's lifting these crates again?"

"All of us, idiot," another pointed out as they hefted the crates up onto the back of a wagon, the two new additions going alongside a few others....

***

Ronny kept up his search, but knew by nightfall on the first day they were probably gone, taken by the group he was after: A suspected gang of slavers, trading in females exclusively. He couldn't quite trust the duo to have kept quiet: A few drinks in and Nancy might have babbled out the whole truth, and ruined the plan. But blissfully unaware, the pair had been perfect bait.

He'd expected that any tracking spells would be dispelled, so he hadn't even bothered placing any. What he did do, though, was note that there were still eyes on him. So, after another day, he made sure to make his intentions known. Step one, was checking out.

"I think my two companions have elected to move on without me. They do that a lot. I'll probably catch up leaving now, so I'll be checking out tonight," He told the clerk at the Inn as he fetched his things.

As the sun set, he prepared to leave, and was aware of the tail he picked up. The group that waited in ambush ahead were almost good enough to hide from him. He had thought there was only three at first, but as he neared, the full total became clear. Five, with his tail retreating about ten minutes before he would be attacked. The ambush waited ahead, wearing dark cloaks and carrying assorted blades.

The five men, good at hiding as they were, were also decent fighters. But again, not quite good enough to defeat Ronny. He'd simply taken a sword from the first one without even dulling his own weapon, grabbing it by hand as his would-be assassin swung. The remaining four once he'd stabbed that first man were surprised enough he cut down one more, and then two tried to rush him. The third began to flee, but a swing of the borrowed sword disarmed one attacker literally, giving him a nice light dagger to grab and hurl at the fleeing henchman, the blade halting his run by driving into his head. His last attacker dropped his own weapon even as his armless comrade fell down bleeding from his severed shoulder, but Ronny noted this one was about his size. So he tried to ensure that one went down fairly clean, kicking out and tripping the man, who fell down and hit his head on the forest floor. A quick punch and then a spin of his head, and the man was as dead as his companions.

"Well, now, I have a disguise to try and infiltrate their group," Ronny grinned at the bloodless body before him.

***

Back in town, the tail made his way into a quiet stablehouse.

"That guy with the last two left town, walked into the ambush. We're clear to move," The Tail told the two waiting Henchmen.

"Finally! Let's get this delivery on the road. Good thing these potions last months without antidotes..."

The trio readied their cart, and soon, were on their way, even as a cloaked figure slipped back into town, on his way to investigate more without as many eyes upon him.

Except as he neared a building that he'd suspected might have housed members of whatever organisation was behind the kidnapping of his bait/family, eyes upon him turned out to be just what he needed. A cloaked man saw him nearing and rushed out trying to get his attention.

"Hey, you! New guy! We're going to need you to take a message to the city, there was a guy with two of the recent acquisitions. We sent people to get rid of him but they're not back. You need to take these files there, see if they got the guy, and if they didn't take his description to them!"

"Alright. Uh, where's the place in the city again?" Ronny pretended to be confused.

"You really are new, aren't you? It's just along from the Alchemist Guild, the blue door. That's where they process the merchandise. Take this scroll to them, those idiots on the cart left it behind."

He took it, and went on his way, checking the scroll after getting far away from anyone else cloaked. It had details of some previous sales and some correspondence to another higher-up, letting him find the location of an auction house. Ronny hid a smirk at that. He'd practically been handed everything he needed just walking up to the place, not to mention he could lie about his own appearance to send the goons on a wild goose chase.... But if the 'merchandise' was on a cart, odds were he'd not catch up. Oh well, he'd rescued Janett and Nancy later...

***

The cart moved faster than Ronny, meaning that it arrived a few hours before him. The cargo was unloaded into the blue-doored stable, henchmen carrying the crates in, and unpacking the women within. One of them went around, using smelling salts that semi-revived the women.... But they remained unconscious too, only their bodies awakened with their minds still slumbering.

The henchmen lined them all up, taking the chance to fondle and squeeze the beautiful merchandise as one of the senior workers neared. He looked over the half a dozen women, eyes clinical at what was on display, but appreciative.

"Nice selection. This one... Think she'll catch some eyes," He said, looking over a dazed pink-haired woman as he slid a silver collar around her neck, the only clothing these slaves would wear unless their new owners chose otherwise.

He then took a golden tipped feather quill, and wrote upon the silver of the collar, scrawling  the name of the pinkette down, 'Louisa'. Standing beside her, was Nancy, given her own collar, and then her own name... 'Ancy'.

As the collar went around her half-awake form, it had suppressed her mind completely, obedience and servitude without question ensuring any shred of her personality would remain buried. The magic of the collar would make her listen to any command, and answer only to the name scrawled upon it.

Janett too was collared, and (mis)named as the collar took over her mind. 'Ginette' now stood there, eyes blank, awaiting commands, nude bar the collar, as the other three women were also collared and named.

This was the scene Ronny arrived to, seeing the two standing nude, blank eyed, as he handed over the message, and the warning about a man who looked nothing like himself.

'Hopefully there's no blond-haired six-foot guy with green eyes wandering around, or he's going to get the wrong attention...' Ronny thought to himself as he described his fictional self.

"Thanks for the delivery and the warning. We'll keep an eye out for this guy. Since you know about him already, escort these six to the auction," the Henchman in charge ordered, giving directions to the destination.

"...Sure," Ronny agreed, once again pleased answers were pretty much delivered on a plate to him.

No one batted an eye as he took the six nude slaves through the streets, though a few women gave him nervous glances and some men leered at the six naked beauties. It seemed that the populace of the city knew what was going on. He noted the route was largely the poorer side of the city, away from travellers and the richer merchants. But the auction house was a tradesman's entrance, the back door of a building facing into the main square.

He watched as Janette/Ginette and Nancy/Ancy walked past the door he held open, men in fine suits ordering the merchandise now.

"You can hang around for the auction, we might need you to deliver sales," One of the auction workers ordered. Ronny nodded agreement.

Ronny found the auction rather dull, and was disappointed that the audience sat in shadows. Making out buyers could have been a good lead, so hopefully whoever bought whatever girl or girls he was ordered to deliver provided a lead too. It seemed that a few other slaves were being sold as well, another handful of women auctioned off, but he wasn't called to escort those away.

And then 'Ancy', 'Ginette', and 'Louisa' wound up bought, alongside another woman. She was a Nezumi, a rodent-woman, apparently named 'Kayla'. She was black-haired, to about shoulder length, had brown eyes, and small to medium breasts. And of course, as a Nezumi, she had the round mouselike ears rather than human ones, a stubby snout-nose with whiskers, and a long pink tail drooping down from above her buttocks.

More significantly to Ronny, though, the auctioneers seemed to be giving this buyer special attention. A suited man approached.

"Take these three right away, the buyer's Lord Bauermann," The man ordered.

"Right. Who?"

The suited man sighed.

"You're new, aren't you. He's the accountant, he keeps the books in order, including the bribes to look the other way... and our cuts. So, do well, you might get a bonus. Maybe even a chance to sample some of the wares. Take these to his wagon, and hand him the control key for their collars."

"Right, sure..."

Once again, he walked slaves away, the blank eyed three following him along with the newcomer. He looked at the keys, knowing they could undo the collars... but the potions still lingered in at least the newer three and they would be sitting ducks for some time. Plus he still needed more leads, and snooping around the house of the organisation's accountant seemed like an ideal chance.

"Sorry, girls, but you're going to need to take up these new jobs after all," He told them.

The three had no response, as they were loaded into the waiting carriage of their new owner.

***

The carriage arrived, Ronny staying with the merchandise and keys for now, but looking over the house as they arrived, spotting a few ways to sneak into the office and look at the books.

'I get in there, I either find the top of the pyramid or more rungs on the ladder. Either way, I'll find out who heads this whole organisation up sooner or later...'

Lord Bauermann himself arrived in another carriage, delighted by his purchases.

"Bring them this way, my good fellow! I'll take their keys from you in the hallway once they're set in place..."

Ronny nodded agreement, not quite sure what he meant, until they entered the house, and he saw a dozen more nude servants standing statue-still. A small addition to each was a ribbon on their right arm, and two moving servants with red ribbons tied pink ones around the newcomers  arms.

Bauermann had his own quill, and beckoned the newly-ribboned trio over. He slashed out their names, and wrote a number.  Seven, eight, nine, ten

"These ribbons mark them as newer additions as well as letting them know a map of the mansion, so I and my regular staff know to expect any post-brainwashing quirks before they're fully settled and can move to red. They won't need those names for now, just numbers," Bauermann explained.

"I see..." Ronny said, noting that Janett was now seven and Nancy was nine.

"For now though...Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, let's test your obediences. Kneel, " Bauermann ordered.

As one, the four all knelt down, and Bauermann nodded.

"Good. Ten, you shall go to work in the kitchens, obey the commands of any kitchen staff to you. Eight.... I think you should go to the baths for now, assist in getting the hot water prepared. Obey the orders of any staff there. Seven, you shall assist the cleaners, and Nine, you shall go to work in the laundry rooms."

The four stood, marching off to their new roles. Ronny looked on, planning his return to the house for more snooping, passing it off as eyeing the merchandise walking away.

'Well, Seven and Nine, you'll probably be safe enough here as I keep investigating....' He thought to himself as he departed.

Their blanked out eyes stared forward ignorant of him, as they marched off to perform their tasks.