(This is mostly bondage, per my love, and a service story to many emails who wanted their OC's presented. I had to pause many times due to RL work, quality may fluctuate. Please enjoy. - Neighborhood Pervert Esteban)
In the world of Dunia where men and monsters existed, a dark, secluded and beautiful town was nestled on a wooded coast.
This beautiful town inhabited by all-female monsters had its tall spires nestled amongst trees for shades and beauty, its walls a near-impenetrable thicket enchanted by magic to blend into the foliage. The paths leading to the town was entirely hidden from above, to discourage spying and to hide the pathways and the usual activities of black, beautiful elves going about their business. No one could explain where the town started and where it ended, as any human spies, pirates or bandits nearby would disappear without a trace.
And they would, because it was a Dark Elf town, smaller than Schwarzelfstadt, the largest Dark Elven metropolis of the Monster Girl Empire, or the Reik for short. And like every Dark Elven town of the Reik, slavery was legal, regulated but ubiquitous. The dark little minxes with pointy black ears were too good for hard work like mining or less pleasant drudging like looms and farms, paying other monster girls, and usual for dark elves, using masses of human slaves, living in their homes as their servants, filling small and humble cottages and parceled out to their farms and mines, toiling at their looms and slave barracks.
The town seeming had entryways paved from purple, soft stones snaking through the lush and rich Black Forest, invisible to any observer. Any visitor paying for entry or earning the right would barely notice the huge town sign buried in a thicket of red roses, reading a population chart freshly painted and updated with shining pink paint and a welcome message:
"Town of Oscuras."
Below the name stood a series of numbers, often changed and re-painted by the looks of it.
"Population: 4000 Dark Elves, 7500 Human slaves, 300 Human Free Folk, 300 Beastfolk. Visitors Welcome! <3" The pink heart at the end of the message added to the dissonant serenity of such a dark beauty.
Every entry to the city was carefully laid out, a labyrinthine, spidery chain of entrances led to a single, huge gate, confused visitors suddenly realizing that they were filtering to a single massive boulevard entering the settlement.
Cute, young Dark Elves guarded each entryway throughout the forest, lounging on chairs sculpted from the trees themselves. The beautiful monster women were wearing purple and black armor woven from Arachne silk and interlaid with steel plates. Their knee-high armored boots were a work of art on its own, with sexy high heels that, as if impossibly magical, would help them run just as well. Armed with crossbows, tranquilizer darts, lassos, and webs, they watched the trail of visitors, their sisters and the occasional band of their own, checking for intruders or runaways amongst the human and mamono entrants.
This is where the initial habits of the Dark Elves were apparent to the new coming visitors.
Their tables and guard posts were cleaned and stocked, much to the consternation of newcomer free humans, by young human females with leather collars around their necks, serving the dark elves wine and small foodstuffs. They were mostly dressed in clean, neat brown sackcloth dresses with rope belts, their hair shaved clean like young boys, or at shoulder length at most. The girls were barefoot with leather ankle wrappings with small metal clips, bearing the word "slave" as black ink tattoos on their bare arms or cheeks. Those girls served the guard's food, and those who could read wrote and kept records of visitors or cleaned and kept the posts tidy, leaving the actual guarding to their dark elf owners. Working in shifts, a visitor could occasionally see the changing of shifts where Dark Elves switched places to go home and sleep, and take the girl assigned to their home as well, after clipping a chain leash on the girls' collar like a pet.
One of the human girls was already sleeping with her head on a Dark Elf's lap, exhausted at her shift. Sitting near her chair, she was slumped next to her, face sweaty with fatigue, mouth half-open, eyes closed. The Dark Elf's one hand caressed her wild hair occasionally, the other on her crossbow, eyes open for visitors. Another guard who finished her shift had lifted her own human to her arms and started tongue kissing her and groping her behind with one delicate hand.
"Let's go home and eat. You'd like sweets?" There was no hostility between them apparently.
Usually, monster girls from other towns of their Reik Empire came to trade and meet, interspersed with their kin from other towns, as well as a rare human who either bought entry or was allowed the right to visit to sample things mostly illegal in human lands, from drugs and illegal spells to more sensual delights. Subdued looking female wizards clutching illegal spellbooks filtered in, to trade powerful spells with the pink-and-purple clad Dark Elf Wizardry representatives in the town square, strong male traders followed bringing cartfuls of rare artifacts and herbs on horses, and cloaked merchants, male and female, bartered for jewelries that could have been stolen in the human kingdoms and offering other services for monstergirl buyers, namely a night together, perchance, a new monster daughter to remember her.
And there were other entryways as well, leading under the city where another, two types of trade goods would be brought in. These entryways were sloped tunnels leading under the city where the darker practices were done by the ebon-skinned elven inhabitants per their nature.
First were the inanimate goods, mostly special Dark Fairy herbs and flowers which would be damaged in sunlight; these were carried in rickshaw carts driven by monster girl races like Orcish or Lizardgirls, and the occasional Danuki, a rare canine monster girl whose members migrated from Zipangu to settle in the mercantile pursuits of mamono. Horses were forbidden in underground tunnels for hygiene and order, the job delegated to rickshaw carts and sentient porters.
The other type of goods were quite animate; namely human captives. Stripped naked beforehand and washed for hygiene at slaver stations before the tunnels, they would be driven in long chain-gangs; their wrists cuffed behind them, heads down in a black hood and leashed to each other in a long trail, led by smiling Dark Elf women with whips and sticks. Until they were examined, graded, and broken-in, they would be kept in underground dungeon cells and trained for sex and labor, after which they'd be sold to their new monster owners and given a job to do.
Dark Elves took no risks in their new catch knowing the exact location of the forest in case they got away, or bought their freedom, or freed by their mistresses, in the last case or suspicions of disloyalty, they would be given amnesia spells and left at a distant port via boat, rumors said.
For the town also had ports, located in its southern quadrant, situated in a massive cave which was magically sculpted and thickened to look like a hill with sea caves leading to it with ample plant life grown on it. These ship pens of Oscuras were as busy as ever, its visitors being mostly trade ships from other monster towns, as well as more military ships, which sometimes brought captives in the form of human pirates, or castaways from the many sea accidents, taken as slaves for repayment of saving their lives.
So, unscrupulous humans and beautiful monsterwomen visited the city for its vices and produce unavailable anywhere else, as well as sampling their beauty and hospitality. Bondage, work, sex, and trade was booming amongst shimmering purple spires, slave bazaars clinking with coin and chains, multi-colored streets with their beautiful, fey inhabitants in a permanent bustle of trade, sensual acts, bondage, and labor. After all, dark elves, with their chocolate-colored skin, big ears and beautiful physique made the most alluring mistresses and some whisper, amazing slaves in bed -in secret of course- to well-endowed men.
Set inside the forested coast was the alluring, shimmering paradise of beauty, with vistas and magical beauty unmatched anywhere in the world. Lovely chocolate skinned mistresses and their property worked and traded, made love and had fun, now that the human kingdoms were busy rebuilding from the Demon War.
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Such was a day on the dock caves lit by magical fairy lamps despite the glaring sun above, the flagship of Dark Elven captain Pri'a was sailing home.
Beautiful, muscled, big monster women with single horns on their foreheads called Red Oni loaded crates full of exotic produce, exotic creatures and minerals, even their bosses watching them with sighs and alluring stares as their naked, sweat covered red bodies gleamed and breasts swung, buttocks contracted with each step. It was said a Red Oni slave would bring a fortune once subjugated: no luck so far. But even as they are paid (Mostly booze and food) they could lift entire carts' worth of goods at once, and thus were more economical, and easily controlled than human slaves with baskets on their backs.
