Dark Elven Justicar 2

(I am still active, but moving to a new home and illnesses had done a number on me, 30+ story drafts are waiting. This story is inspired by the ERPG Justicar by Shirabaru like the predecessor)

"A glorious new day has arisen, and there are butts to spank!"

This line of thought went through A'dalet's mind as she cutely yawned, her almost childlike face stretching as her tiny dark elven mouth opened: she was quite petite and her features were the cutest of the monstergirls in Dunia. Despite her tyrannical demeanor in public, an agent of her queen and justice dispenser to the vassal humans above, one could easily mistake this petite, adorable dark elf for a loving, surface-loving Svartalf that came to the surface to go native...On the contrary.

She was a tiny "drow", a deep dark elf wearing high heels and shoes with reinforced soles to make her look taller, always looking down from a higher position when working to make the accused look small. Her vocation was ideal for her inferiority complex, disciplining bigger humans through charm and intimidation alone, and spanking and paddling and whipping human buttocks that always looked better than hers. It was just like what a Zhong mamono, a Bai Ze monstergirl said, "Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life."

She was clad in her puffy, pink pajamas, ears snug in cotton ear socks designed for elves, and tiny, delicate dark elven feet wearing pink and white socks. She stood up from her bed and put her pink bunny slippers on. Humming happily as she washed her face, paying attention behind her big, black elven ears, she changed into her black-and-gold uniform, wearing her high-heeled, pumped-up boots, before looking at the mirror and wearing a harsh, authoritarian expression.

"Time for breakfast."

Her heels clicking on the floor, she set a determined gait, descending the stairs for her breakfast, courtesy of the queen's subsidized lodging in the human inn. The patrons, most of them human, made way for her, too scared to offend the little dark elf shuffling to her favorite booth.

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Watching A'dalet eat belied her predatory nature: the only sign that she enjoyed her food was the way her big, black elven ears cutely wiggled and her happy sighs. She ate daintily, almost like a princess, and nibbled sparingly, slowly consuming the eggs and bacon on her plate before standing up and heading for the Hall of Justice for Wayward Girls. People avoided staring at her eyes, though A'dalet was stunningly beautiful, her angular, tiny face scanning the room for any "uppity" looks and comments. Not that she'd convict them on "disrespect", it was a part of the game to keep the humans cowed: she was part of the overlord, they were the servant race to her queendom below the earth, tithing a small population of human youths to be given as slaves (albeit decently treated unlike the former ages) every year.

It was shocking to an observer that a tiny, adorable drow could be a strict justicar for the vassal human duchy above. Best discipline the humans so they supply better tribute for her glorious race residing under the earth, lest they give their young progeny for slavery to make up for the difference.

*-*-*-*

"It's quiet."

She did not enjoy the quiet walk towards the Hall of Justice, where young women across the duchy avoided her, but everything was dead silent today. The humans knew not to cross A'dalet, lest their buttocks be red for days.

Pushing open the heavy doors, A'dalet stepped inside the dimly lit hallway. The air was thick with tension, and she could feel the weight of her authority pressing down on her shoulders. Her purple eyes scanned the empty chambers, searching for any signs of movement. The sound of her clicking, heeled footsteps echoed through the corridors, breaking the silence.

"Where is everyone?" she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. The lack of her human workers was unsettling, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Determined to uncover the truth, Zara pressed forward, her cloak flowing behind her.

As she made her way through the hallways, A'dalet's pointed ears caught a faint sound of snoring coming from one of the side rooms. Curiosity piqued, she followed the noise until she reached a partially open door. Peering inside, her eyes widened at the scene before her.

Her guard, Kira, was asleep, snoring happily, sprawled on the bed, naked and hugging a large bottle of wine.

Her hair was a mess, washed, suggesting she had been dating the other drow guard girl who arrived last month. The girl herself was gone: obviously, she thought Kira would be up and awake and left for her home. Kira herself was oblivious, snoring and muttering to herself.

A'dalet's tiny nostrils flared. Kira was a statuesque, tall, and muscular blonde girl, beautiful even by dark elven standards. Tomboys like her would make ideal slaves for work, A'dalet noted, her race loved enslaving human tomboys and giving them their true physical potential with hard work and practical education by the time they earned their freedom.

But this was unacceptable. A'dalet stepped towards Kira's bed, slowly tapping her feet until the naked guardswoman stirred, groggily muttering to herself.

Then, within moments, her eyes snapped open, whimpering when she realized A'dalet was towering above her, tapping her boots.

Her blood froze when she heard the drow's squeaky voice.

"Enjoying yourself?"

In terror, Kira scrambled to a sitting position, trying to cover herself with the blankets before A'dalet slapped the bottle away, and pulled the blanket as well, leaving Kira naked with no way to cover herself.

"It's half an hour to the hearings and you have fallen asleep!" A'dalet squealed, slamming her boot to the foot of the bed. "Lazy human!" She gritted her teeth and to Kira's shock, pulled her by the ear like a child, even though A'dalet was almost half her size.

"I'M SORRY!" Kira wailed as her ear burned, pulled by surprisingly tiny hands.

Without another word, A'dalet positioned Kira over her knee, her firm hand resting on the small of Kira's back, holding her in place. The guardswoman's bottom was exposed, her shaven pussy glistening with excitement from the last night's fun no doubt. The Justicar's touch was electrifying, sending shivers down Kira's spine as anticipation mingled with a tinge of fear.

"You know what I am going to do, do you?" The tiny drow jumped over the lazy human, keeping her pinned down by her arms, and pushed her to a bent-over position, raising her ass.

"Well...?" She pinched a nipple, making Kira yelp.

"Yes...Ma'am..."

"And that is?" A'dalet grinned.

"You will punish me..."

"Good."

With measured precision, A'dalet raised her hand, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room as her palm connected with Kira's bare skin with a forceful, hard spank. The impact sent a jolt of pleasure and pain coursing through Kira's body, igniting a fire within her that she had never experienced before. Each strike was calculated, each one intensifying Kira's desire and awakening a craving for more. But she couldn't say it.

"You*smack*lazy*smack*ass*smack*human!" A'dalet started to slap the huge guardswoman's burly, round ass as if she was the smaller one, landing blow after blow harshly, without mercy. Kira screamed and wailed: she never thought A'dalet would hurt that badly.

The Justicar's hand fell again and again, turning Kira's bottom a rosy shade of pink, each blow hurting more. The guardswoman's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and submission that only fueled A'dalet's hunger. She reveled in the power she held over Kira, in the way the guardswoman's body quivered with each strike, in the way her moans grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

"We feed you...*smack* We shelter you... *smack* and THAT's how you repay the Queen's employment?" She kept spanking Kira, not like a child anymore, but like a petulant slave, quickly and harshly as the big human woman's legs flailed like a little girl, and ended up sobbing in pain. Every harsh blow on the toned, hard asscheeks cracked like a whip, audible from the outside adding to Kira's humiliation.

After several minutes of slapping her bottom, A'dalet's nostrils flared again, exhaling as she let Kira roll off the bed.

"Get dressed and present for court! If I catch you again, you'll be standing BOTTOMLESS IN COURT ALL DAY!" A'dalet yelled, slapping Kira's jiggling ass for the last time before storming off.

The guardswoman was panting in excitement and horror, to be forced to walk and escort criminals with her ass and pussy in full public view. She would die from shame! Still...

It had felt...

Pleasurable...

She hated to admit it: it made her feel good as if she WANTED to be punished, dominated, and guided by a superior drow.

Was it true what the drow said about humans? That they were only good to be slaves under proper guidance, so they don't turn into undisciplined barbarians?

No matter. Time to dress up. And God, the clothing was going to sting her bottom.

*-*-*-*

"Well, at least someone is working..."

A'dalet saw Chloe's paperwork and it was damn perfect.

"Thanks, ma'am." Chloe beamed with pride, having braided her hair for today, her big, round glasses on her small face enhancing her adorable beauty. A type like that would be a slave back in the dark elven towns worth her weight in gold, cute, "nerdy" assistants, clerk slaves, and magical apprentices were expensive. "What do you mean someone?" She politely asked, blinking.

"Kira was slacking off and sleeping. I had to spank her so raw her ass will be burning for days..." A'dalet rubbed her hands. She hated to admit, the human girl's ass took punishment well enough. Next time she would use a paddle. Maybe a whip, suspending her by the arms and landing wet blow after another on her muscular body.

Hopefully not... She was somewhat fond of Kira, and she had a drow girlfriend. Relations like that helped the vassalage. Chloe herself had been working hard, and that pleased A'dalet. Sitting next to her, the dark-elven "Justicar" paged through the papers, inspecting the documents for errors, her beautiful almond eyes squinting as she scanned every detail. Chloe's blue jewels for eyes widened in fear when she heard a very soft, very gentle, polite question, her asscheeks clenching.

"Chloe, dear?"

"Y-y-yes Justicar?" She stammered, hands beginnning to shake. A'dalet smiled sweetly when she put a hand on the girl's shoulder. Her voice was all sweetness incarnate when the dark elf posed her question:

"Why are the names and dates on two pages different? Here, I read Anna, and the second page has Annabelle and is dated for last week?" A'dalet loved toying with her underlings, using her politest, sweetest voice when she caught the humans in mistakes.

Chloe's heart sank, and with shaking hands, she snatched the papers and scanned through them desperately.

"I-i-i-i..." Chloe started to whimper, knowing what was coming next. "I must have confused both names when the cases were piling up! I'll just fix them in a moment! I'm sorry! Annabelle's case was..."

"You know what's coming next, do you, Chloe?" A'dalet's smile was sweet as poisonous black lotus nectar. Her lips quivering, the poor blonde clerk nodded, the dark elf reclining on her chair and gesturing to an empty one.

"Take off your bottom, your underwear, and assume position." The dark little elf bitch's voice was all sweetness and joy. "Think of this as a gentle reminder. You are a hardworking girl, but rules are rules, Chloe. Five blows it is." Her words were punctuated by the click of her heels, long, dark elven ears wiggling when she stood up and slowly picked up a leather paddle, her purple-black, delicate hands squeezing the hard, crisp leather with a soft creak. Shivering, Chloe looked around, realizing this was happening, and with a sad expression, removed her long skirt, revealing her bare legs and underwear. A'dalet grinned: the girl had bought a black thong from dark elven merchants, maybe to show off to a date. Too bad her bottom would be red tonight. Maybe it would add spice to her day.

Hooking her thumbs on the garment, Chloe blushed as she pulled down her underwear, and bent over the chair, shaking hands holding the chair's sides. Her pussy had been shaven clean, her little pink anus twitching in anxiety when she presented her bare bottom to A'dalet for punishment. She closed her eyes, eager to be done with, hearing the dark elf's slow walk behind her.

Without warning, a swish and crack made Chloe's eyes snap open, yelping in pain. A'dalet had struck not her asscheeks, but with a skilled swing of her small but strong arms, landed a blow right on Chloe's pussy with the paddle's wide end slapping both nether lips with great skill.

"One! Thank you miss!" Chloe whimpered, A'dalet's smile broad and pleased. She knew her place.

Another blow landed on her left asscheek, jiggling it.

"Two! Thank you miss!" Chloe's voice was squeaky, her poor bottom in burning agony. Another blow on her soft, plush right cheek made her voice crack a little.

"T-thrr..eee..."

Another blow, with a wide swing, made both her asscheeks crack in rapid succession. Grinning, A'dalet raised her arm and landed a very strong blow from above, striking the shivering human's buttocks with two rapid blows on each cheek, eager to be done with.

"F-f-four and five-eeeeEE~!" Chloe nearly collapsed, whimpering, her bottom stinging red, A'dalet grinned when she realized the girl's pussy was dripping wet, then hid her smile.

"Rearrange your dress and get back to work." The dark elf smirked and turned around. "Another mistake like that, and we are doing this in the public square, with you fully naked with your name and picture shown to the whole town!" The dark elf chuckled, Chloe, whimpering and protesting weakly.

"I'd die from shame! No! Please!" The human girl wept, rubbing her bottom, the dark elf having none of it, kissing her teary cheek and rearranging her messy blonde braids with her deft hands.

"Then be more careful next time. This is for your own good, Chloe." A'dalet consoled the girl, helping her dress up. "Humans need discipline, and I'm here for you." She hugged Chloe, wiping her tears and helping her freshen up. "Now, if you -want- spankings, you can visit me or any other dark elf when you are free. But this is different, understood?"

The blonde girl nodded, her big glasses teary, A'dalet wiping them gently and setting them back on. Sighing, she kissed Chloe's cheek and helped her dress and freshen up:

"Let's leave this behind now," The dark elf suggested, and stood up. "Strike that case off, and accompany me to the Hall of Judgement with the rest of the files."

Chloe nodded, wiping her tears, holding her now stinging bottom until the pain faded, and with nothing else to do, she followed the dark elf a head shorter than her like a pet, walking gracefully behind A'dalet as the pair climbed the oak stairs to stand above those about to be brought in for crimes.

*-*-*-*

"Guard, bring in the accused!" A'dalet slammed her staff to the floor and yelled in her squeaky voice. Kira brought the handcuffed woman slowly to the stand, herself flinching as she moved with the sad-looking girl in her arm. The dark elf's tiny hand had stung her ass, and Kira hated being this weak.

"You were caught stealing a very expensive set of lingerie from Azara's Harpy Couture. What will you say in your defense?" A'dalet intoned ominously, her lips curling in distaste.

The girl just shook her head. Even an apology would make A'dalet reduce the sentence, even apply it gently. Yet she hated hesitation.

"Fine. Twenty paddling on the bare bottom it is. Next!"

Chloe didn't even suggest any modification. A'dalet was not having a good time and probably rose from the wrong side of the bed today.

*-*-*-*

"Guilty of tampering with school grades. Thirty blows with the birch rod!"

"Thirty...oh no..."

The sighing, weeping sorcery student was led away, hands cuffed behind her back with anti-magic bands. A'dalet would personally enjoy punishing that one: the human girl's fat ass was quite large, straining her robes, and her fat tits were like that of a Holstaurus and defied gravity. The dark elf's small frame was brimming with jealousy.

A'dalet almost felt pity for the humans.

Almost.

Humans.

The drow loved humans: they supplied the only breedable males in the world for two centuries, but they were also weak compared to monstergirls in one-on-one physical struggles: they made ideal slaves, once broken in, they worked hard and disciplined, docile and content in exhibitionist, naked servitude. Their women were pretty too, passable compared to crude orcish slave women only fit for hard work in chains. Their soft bodies even made good living furniture for private events, most docile ones made wonderful, expensive, sexy chandeliers with lights stuck in their holes and tied to their bodies.

But their children were such undisciplined brats. And monstergirls that lived with them were becoming like them too. Stealing panties from each other, changing grades -even the most chaotic dark elf would *never* cheat in a meritocratic system- and now some were fighting and disrespecting their parents and (gasp) drow guards ruling over them.

Usually, the dark elves would simply clap them in chains and enslave them. But this duchy was a vassal and they already paid tribute, so A'dalet would treat them as drow citizens, punishing them with pain and humiliation.

"Guilty of theft of an apple. Ten paddles!" She slammed her staff.

Judgment after Judgment landed on poor, quivering human youth, some of them male, wayward brats: their manhood and pride would be humbled once A'dalet had their way with their bottoms. The horny, excited, bored youth would imagine being spanked by a dark elf, a girl, would be a reward. They would find out that it was not to be so.

"Assemble the guilty in the Hall of Punishment," A'dalet spoke to Chloe without looking, the blonde cutie in her long, blue skirt shaking with fear and excitement. "From now on, select students from the duchy's academies will be present in a mirrored room to witness what will happen to them if they stray out of line!" Her voice was proud, arrogant, and dripped with sweet poison nectar, A'dalet smiled wickedly. "One-way mirror, so our condemned will get a tiny slice of an illusion of privacy..."

"Yes, Justicar." She nodded, shivering.

Little did A'dalet know this would backfire on some.

Maybe she planned it.

*-*-*-*

Hall of Punishment had been expanded: banks where the shivering, or eager, condemned sat in mute resignation and faced a room separated by a curtain. Some arrogant smiles would turn to horror after their first experience of punishment, even those silently standing behind a one-way mirror.

Behind the curtain, the bottomless, or nude, condemned boys and girls would be bent over the Justicar, sometimes by force: she had two female dark elves flanking her, clad in an uncharacteristically conservative set of steel armor, to show that the usual dark elven lewd mindset was not at work here.

The purpose of this place was punishment, no reward for submissive human youth.

Those arrogant rich pricks, privileged sons and daughters, thought they would see a sexy spanking show, seated and overseen by a surly dark elven guardswoman brought from the underworld. However, the dark elf watching over them in the secret "voyeur room" was anything but friendly, and she was not even dressed in the stereotypical dark-elven lewd outfit, cradling a very wicked-looking whip in her strong, large hands. The students were very polite after a "Sit down and watch" snarl coming from her purple lips. Her body was fully covered, not even a bit of asscheek was visible from her leather pants under her wicked-looking armor, unlike traditional dark elven "bikini armor" attire which would often leave both cheeks exposed, their plump dark butts snug in a leather bikini.