(Light bondage, some sex and short story involving mostly lesbian, some bisexual acts, trigger warning, dark elven slave culture)
The Svartalf of Dunia are dark elven monstergirls who are always open to negotiations.
From a position of strength, of course, and always with collateral.
PROLOGUE:
"The Duemi-" The Dark Elven teacher, her pointy, black nose twitching under her wide-rimmed glasses. She then pointed her ruler towards the naked dwarven woman, standing before the glass at attention next to a muscular orcish woman, a light elf, and a human female, all of them with eyes straight and unmoving, "-are a mamono species who are, like us, co-dependant on human essence. They are colloquially known as dwarves. Shorter than us," She kept explaining the basics, stepping around the wooden classroom with high heels clicking, naked specimens open for inspection for the curious students, who did not feel lust but genuine curiosity at the slightly erotic lecture. "They are adept at metallurgy, about which I must admit, are shown abilities superior to our crafts, and so, they are valuable slaves. But we shall proceed one by one."
"The orc," the teacher reached out to touch a green breast, not to arouse but to lift the large boob and show it. ", is a powerful mamono. Suitable for heavy labor, more fertile than our kind, and tolerant to pain, make ideal heavy labor slaves with rapid reproduction. Treated well, they can be loyal bodyguards and fierce lovers."
The orc blushed, and the students tittered. Smiling, the teacher gestured the she-orc to flex her muscles, which she obliged, the students admiring her great musculature in perfect harmony with her feminine body. "Admittedly they are more powerful than an individual Svartalf." The academician concluded. "We respect their strength and take only the willing and truly defeated into slavery under our care, and offer ample opportunities for them to buy freedom and become residents utilizing their strength and skill in combat. Today, more than five percent of Svartalf military and twenty percent of gladiatrixes consist of orcish women, who were valued slaves buying freedom after hard work," She went on:
"The elves, our kin, are similar to us. However, they lack our dominance and aggression, so they can be summed as everything a Svartalf is capable of, albeit without dominance. They are, therefore, ideal sensual slaves." She pointed to the silent elf's body, pointing at her ears, pubis, and hands. "Same dexterity, same strength, but milder temperament." She then proceeded to tap the human's head with the ruler.
"The human, the Riv'vil, are the species we all know and use. Generate essence on their own, fast breeding, and are the only species with males, are our staple slaves ideal for labor and maintenance. Since mamono slaves need essence like us, control over humans is crucial for all our mamono sisters and the future of Svartalvr." She pointed to the human female's ears and breasts, instructing her to spread her legs, tapping her head, cheeks, breasts, and crotch.
"The female Rivvil is average sized: average height, and average lifespan, humans represent the baseline for many species and are suitable for all climates and diets. But we all know that as well as human males' prodigious fertility with mating with every other species as documented historically." The students giggled and took notes, the human woman staying silent like a doll as the academician showed off her body, and pointed to old reports of human fertility even in ages where monster males were present, as well as diagrams of penises. "The only male in the Age of Monsters surpassing the human was the rabbit-kin and orcs, and even then only desert orcs did: Ermorean "theratohominus orcus" fertility was equal to the humans, if not less.
Then the teacher stepped behind the dwarf as if showing that she was taller. No one commented on her heels, for fear of punishment.
"The Dwarf, or Duemi, are similar to humans, as I told you a few moments ago, and are our neighbors. They have a similar matriarchal queendom in which there is competition for suitable human males to breed, and we have a truce with them. They are inferior in dexterity but can have fantastic skills with metallurgy. For this reason, we must always keep an eye on them, as the risk of losing territory and human supply can be dangerous."
The students stared at the dwarven woman standing at attention, some dark elven students snickering at her hairy pussy. The dwarf had let it grow, but groomed beautifully, dyed silvery white rather than ivory white of dark elven kind.
"Lift your arms." The teacher commanded, softly tapping the dwarf's buttocks. The woman lifted her arms, blushing, and revealed her silvery-haired armpits, eliciting gasps of surprise from the dark elves.
"The Duemi males had beards when they existed. Therefore, traditionally, females keep armpit and pubic hair quite bushy, but woven in beautiful patterns and groomed in artistic methods." The students, giggling, noted the rich, silvery hair the dwarven woman kept between her legs and her armpits.
"The Duemi are my personal favorite." The teacher concluded. "Skilled, sturdy, healthy and long-lived, and docile when broken in. If they didn't need essence like us, they would be ideal slaves, for this goes to the humans. As a final note, all these species belong to us. Our property, and future slaves," The teacher lectured. "Keep in mind that they are, even the she-orc beast, beings with feelings and souls, and make sure you do not abuse them needlessly."
The students took notes on their notepads...
"Dismissed." The teacher nodded, leading the naked women outside of the classroom and into the slave barracks except the dwarf, who was given a fresh set of clothes and was led outside to return to her queendom. The orc, however, was fitted with heavy steel shackles around her ankles, her arms restrained doubly so: wrists and elbow were cuffed, then her arms were connected with bars fixing each cuff to the other arm. Despite her protests and gentle demeanor, the dark elven guard, a spiky-haired young woman told her that being an orcish woman who could bench-press a ton of stone at once and easily punch her way out of the slave barracks, security rules made these necessary.
She sighed. "I trust you. But rules are rules. We'll take them off at night."
The she-orc's lips curled in a sigh, frog-marched by four dark elven guardswomen who clearly looked like they did not quite enjoy treating her like that. The she-orc was put in her reinforced cell, her neck leashed to the cell walls with a loose, yet incredibly thick chain. As a small consolation, one of the guards brought out a saddle with a dense, ribbed phallus and gestured for her to squat and sit on it.
"Which hole?" The dark elf whispered to her once alone and made her slowly slide the dildo inside the orc's wet pussy to keep her entertained until nighttime feeding and eventual sleep in her reinforced bed. "You can bounce on it, it has springs." She whispered into the orcish woman's ear, sliding an oiled, flared plug into her light green asshole with a gentle hand and popping it inside. "We can't have the other hole unfilled."
Gagging the orc with a muffling, rubber penis gag, she closed the cell door and double-locked it before barring. The hall monitor did not enjoy treating the orcish slave like a caged beast, but rules were rules. So she left her a bit of sex toys to pass the time in her confinement until the next lesson.
Her moaning could be heard echoing in the academy's halls, a small reward and mercy on the dark elves' behalf in return for only exhibitionist display, being a test subject, and no heavy labor. She would be their favorite pet orc for many, many years: not an ideal fate if one craved freedom, but it was a light and pleasurable fate.
Outside the city's walls...
"Thank you, Duemi." The teacher smiled. "I told you it was a simple, tad erotic chore for the rest of your freedom price. Next time, do not get caught in the contested lands." She smiled patronizingly. Likely the dwarf had been captured when the dark elves and them fought over a mineral claim.
The dwarf nodded and sighed, caressing her hair cut short upon capture. "That felt...interesting."
"Anytime." The dark-elven teacher smiled graciously. "We can pay you for interviews and similar lectures, should you come with a permit. We don't have many Duemi slaves, and our daughters are intrigued with your kin. We could..." The teacher grinned. "Arrange a biology course where they can...examine you closer."
"I'm not a frog to dissect!" The Duemi was irate now, her cute, thick nose turning in anger and disgust. "Are you crazy?"
"I was thinking of...sex education."
The dwarf sighed, putting her fists on her hips and shaking her head." I'll consider it if it keeps your grubby paws away from my sisters." The dark-elven teacher laughed at the final insult.
"Off you go, Duemi, before I change my mind. I can always use a maid."
Sneering, the dwarven woman snatched her freedom papers and left. At least the dark elven underwear was soft and delightful to wear, she thought, a final parting gift, her new set of clothes being particularly cool, soft, and calming to wear. That's what the spider-silk of the dark elves' client Arachne weavers produced.
YESTERDAY:
The dwarven expedition had hit the motherlode. The moment one of the short, stacked monstergirls swung her pickaxe, the flow of gleaming galena was almost liquid with flawless dust of silver surrounding it, accompanied by a small patch of rubies.
The women cheered with great laughter, one breaking open a small barrel of beer in celebration. Bountiful breasts jiggled as dwarven women laughed, filling ale cups chained to the pickaxes to guzzle the amber liquid as two younger dwarves kept hewing.
"Chief, this is rich! Silver's almost pure!" One waved, grinning and wiping her forehead. "That won't take a minute per ton if we smelt it!"
The Forewoman, a matronly dwarven lady scoffed:
"Wrap it up, girls, we need to mark the spot and bugger off, this is contested territory." Sighing, the portly woman kept piling the samples onto the cart, galena, and ruby fragments. "Gods, these are huge, the Gemcutter Guild will pay a lot..." She wondered aloud, then realized in her sobriety returning: her sweat-soaked linen clothing around her armpits and breasts darkening. This was a bountiful day, with plenty of ale and human men waiting for them at the tavern once they returned. The Silver Hammer Company would pay them well.
Little did they know that gleaming almond eyes were watching them. Wiuiet whisper, tranquilizing darts, and bolas were readied, leather-clad dark elven girls took positions above the rock outcropping, aiming with perfect precision.
The dark elves regularly sent patrols and mining parties (usually trustworthy, unrestrained human and orcish slave women escorted by the military) to scout the endless caves and underground lakes bordering the Dwarven Queendom of rival monstergirls. More than often, both races clashed, the winner capturing the loser and ransoming them off, or enslaving them if the winner were dark elves, and the dwarves' employers and families couldn't pay. It was a cat-and-mouse game both races played to channel their aggressive tendencies.
The dwarven sentry overlooking the rock outcropping had suddenly found a dagger pointing at her throat, another on her mouth, while another pair of dark elven hands had grabbed her ankles, clicking a pair of manacles within moments.
Purple lips had touched her ear, gently shushing her.
