Chapter Six
Seraphina awoke with a start as the sound of the heavy cell door scraping across the floor reverberated through the chamber. She did not know when she had fallen asleep or how long she had been unconscious, but the other elves bound to her appeared to be groggy as well. The two gray-skinned slaves stood motionless where she had last seen them.
An orange-skinned Slethraan came into the room and looked them up and down with a predator's gaze. "Ssslavesss, bring the captivesss," he barked.
Without a word, Celenithra grabbed Velune's arm and the other slave grabbed Gelda's, and the three of them were marched to the large chamber where the nightly orgies evidently took place. They were met with the expected scene of debauchery when they were paraded into the room.
Most of the Slethraans sat in their chairs, being pleasured by a gray-skinned slave girl in one way or another—some kneeling before their Masters and using their mouths, while others straddled and gyrated on their Masters' cocks. A few of the Slethraans stood throughout the room, fucking or being sucked off by slaves.
At the center of it all Ysssgkar sat in his high-backed throne as Hole and Slit knelt on either side before him running their tongues along the length of his cock. Fuckmeat knelt to the side of the throne, her hands clasped behind her head, breasts thrust out and her legs spread invitingly wide, as if begging her master to notice and use her. Ysssgkar had a finger looped under the chain connecting her nipples and was tugging on it playfully, but was looking out into the room.
"Ah, good, you are here!" Ysssgkar announced as he noted the arrival of the captives. "Now it isss time to make you who you were alwaysss meant to be. But firsssst, we dine!" he bellowed, as he pushed a button on the arm of his chair. A loud hissing noise could be heard echoing through distant chambers.
A few short moments later, a woman shuffled into the room, and Seraphina realized with a start that she was human, not elf! Her wrists and ankles were shackled together, and long chains dangling from her wrists to her ankles and from her collar down to her wrists linked everything together, so she had limited movement. Her brown hair was unkempt and her body was dirty with grime and dried cum, and the mark of Slethraa decorated the smooth skin above her pussy, indicating that she had had her turn in the chair. But most noteworthy to Seraphina were her eyes. They were not the same blank white pools of emptiness as the other slaves—nor were they the yellow, slitted snake-eyes of Ysssgkar's pleasure slaves. Instead, the irises of her eyes were missing, or faded white perhaps, leaving naught but a black pinprick pupil.
Perhaps the chair affects humans differently
, Seraphina thought.
Or there are other modes we've not seen yet.
Upon entering the room, the woman shuffled up to Ysssgkar's throne and knelt before him, spreading her legs wide. She lay her chained hands down on her knees, palms facing upwards. "You summoned this lowly slave, Master," she announced herself.
She can talk! Like the pleasure slaves!
"What isss tonight'sss meal, ssslave?"
"Roast duck, potatoes, and carrots, Master."
"Crawl back to the kitchensss and have it brought forth. And come back with the food. You ssshall take part in tonight'sss fessstivitiesss."
"Yes, Master," she said, bowing her head before crawling back out the way she came, her chains clattering and scraping across the floor.
"Plsskl, are you prepared to ensssslave on an empty ssstomach?"
"I would prefer to feassst firssst, sssire," Plisskl responded from his chair two spots down from the central throne. Seraphina noted with despair that it was Binha who squatted in his lap, her legs spread wide as she lowered and raised her ass up and down his thick Slethraan cock, slowly and repeatedly impaling herself for his pleasure. Her mouth hung open dumbly, drool dripping from the corner and onto her pale gray tits.
The captives watched the Slethraans fuck their slaves for a while before a parade of gray-skinned slaves entered the room, each one bearing a tray of food and drink. They fanned out across the chairs lining the far perimeter of the room, and each of them knelt in front of a Slethraan and offered the tray of food up for their Master to grab.
The human woman followed at the end of the procession, still crawling on her hands and knees before stopping in front of Ysssgkar's throne again and sitting up on her knees, which she spread wide to show her glistening pussy to her Masters.
Ysssgkar picked up a meaty leg of duck from the serving tray held before him and studied it a moment. Then he looked at the human slave kneeling patiently before him. Dropping the leg back onto the serving tray, he looked at the human and gestured to the food.
