It had been several months now when I was taken like a naive idiot while visiting a monster girl village and was taken to be sold to a Dark Elf to serve her.
The reason few can escape them is not that they like to restrain them with chains and ropes. They restrain you with sex, love, and endless pleasures if you work hard. Even the women.
It's another day when I stir in my bare, but comfortable cell.
My cell unlocks when a small pink rune rings near the cell door, and I tentatively step out of bed as the day dawns to the chirping of birds, and of course, harpies. Avian monster girls who are ever-present in forested monster girl cities.
Naked, I look back to my empty bed. My cellmate, Alicia the human woman is away for a fashion show with Anqebut, my mistress' Arachne friend about some silk clothes exhibit. Though I do not lack sex, my current habits of daily coitus of being drained dry had been slowed down. Alicia never turned down the offer of being fucked while spooned. Once a paladin, she had realized her guild won't bother to find and buy her back, so she had settled into the Monstergirl Empire's slave life. She never denied my advances, though it was of mutual understanding: I know when to bother her with a raging erection unattended by my mistress. The mistress always comes first.
Feeling extremely horny, my balls full, I could not help but hurry out of the slave dungeons and satisfy my mistress and owner. She bought me from slave traders several months ago when I was kidnapped by a female dark elf like her and put up for sale. The slave dungeon she maintains under her house is a series of cells, with barred doors locked by magic, some cages, a few torture devices, and a series of stalls with milking machines. No doubt she intends to pick some cow-girls of Holstaurus or Minotaurus races as her business expands.
My mistress will take care of me. Pra'da is sweet. She is good, and all that was gentle in my new life.
Even a few months had made my former life hazy: Here, I could do nothing but have sex, be toyed, tickled, and doted on in exchange to fill my mistress with essence. Her soft, silken, black thighs, big black ears, and round black bubble butt were the things I worshipped now.
Every day she sleeps, I wake up with the gentlest massage, rubbing her delicate feet gently. She opens her eyes lazily, my lips brushing her black feet, her smile, and gleaming amethyst, almond eyes warming my soul as I rub her feet and toes and worship them. Turning her head to me, she lays on her belly and spreads her legs with an elegance that would no doubt be vulgar made by another woman.
Being naked at all times, I have no difficulty being erect. I lift her hips, laying a pillow under her belly, and separate her small, round, soft, dark brown buttcheeks. I am naked until she demands I put something on. And since my love for her can only be expressed in my quiet duty between her legs, I oblige. I kiss her pink slit first, drawing her scent of lavender and a spicy tang from her secretions. Then, lining up my erection, I thrust inside her with deliberate slowness, savoring the soft, slippery insides of her cunt so her breakfast and book aren't disturbed. She always smiles at me briefly before focusing on a book even as we fuck, my mind focused on not ejaculating too early.
She nibbles her breakfast biscuits and coffee without even regarding me as I keep fucking her, deliberately slow not to shake her coffee and food. Even so, her breathing and her heartbeats speed up when I'm close to a climax. Increasing my pace, I relax and let the orgasm build up and release from my spine and explode in a wave of pleasure. She then cups my balls, eyes half-closed, and slowly squeezes them, as if wanting to drain my manhood. Only when my orgasm is complete and I unload my balls in her womb she establishes eye contact with me and smile.
"Good morning, slave."
"Good morning, mistress."
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Her breakfast is done, she waves her hand as I put away the breakfast tray to the kitchen which will be washed as soon as she is gone. Today I'm on house duty since I am her only slave until she can earn more, having invested her entire savings to establish her house and clothing business. Alicia and Anqebut were out to help with it.
My mistress goes to her house shrine for her morning prayers: It is a small, beautiful room with a worrying, circular altar with cuffs for her daily prayers and offerings to Dark Elf Goddesses, The Gentle Pi'ro'ro who just wants pleasure and fun in binds, and the Cruel Neo'crona who demands all men must be slaves forever. Needless to say, I accompanied my mistress quickly after delivering the dishes to the kitchen.
I had cleaned her shrine to perfection yesterday. She made me briefly kiss the foot of Neo'crona statue and hug the Pi'ro'ro statue before prostrating as low as possible herself, un unusual behavior to a dark elf: Pi'ro'ro was depicted as a smiling, gagged cute dark elf who politely offers the viewer a hug. Neo'crona on the other hand was depicted as a tall, smirking dark elf woman who points to her beautiful feet, her left hand had a grip for candles to torture worshippers with. Pra'da took some of her breakfast food and put a piece in a bowl, igniting it with magical fire, praying quietly in prostration, naked with my cum dripping from her pussy.
I stopped staring and hurried down to wash the dishes. She doesn't mind company in prayers but doesn't ask for either, so I leave it at that. I'm far too afraid to ask her if she sacrifices living things judging from the altar. Later I would learn that Neo'crona temples traditionally had always someone (usually a human male, but a dark elf female also sufficed) bound to the statues' feet, a candle lit up in the statue's hand so the wax would drip on the bound victim's body continuously.
Finally understanding the sad stare at me some months later, I'd learn that she didn't have the heart to hurt me. Better yet, after a few weeks, Alicia would mostly be the traditional volunteer, confessing that she played with hot candles when she was a young squire in the human churches.
I love them both.
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"Anon."
"Yes, Mistress?" I perked up from dusting her living room. My workload had increased since Alicia was away with Anqebut, showing off her silken articles of clothing to rich monster denizens who love Anqebut's unique fashion designs, using Alicia as a living model.
"I decided to get a Holstaurus girl as a milk slave, livestock." She spoke without raising her hand from the canvas, drawing her newest design. "That way I can have fresh milk and cheese." I nodded thoughtfully, not sure why she told me. She concluded with a firm voice as if finalizing a great plan.
"Live-in, talking, cute livestock, I mean."
"As you say, mistress." I was a bit uneasy, even though I knew she'd treat the poor cow girl decently.
"I need your help." She nodded at a drawn line, erasing it and redrawing it to accommodate the sleeves of her newest design without looking at me. "Tomorrow, you will seduce one because so that I can enslave her."
I gulped. It was a very weird thing to ask for, and probably criminal. "Err..."
She threw a sideways glance, her elven ears perking up. "Is that disobedience, Anon?" Her smile was kind, though you can never be sure.
"Not at all, mistress. I...was, not the best womanizer back in the human empire..." Was all I could murmur, cleaning her ebony figurines of fairies on her table.
That made her chuckle and pat my head, kissing my cheek with genuine affection. "Silly boy..." She shook her head, adjusting her naked apron, smudged with oily dye. "All you have to do is be kind to her. They are nature's plush fucktoys and breeders with naive hearts. You know, you'd make an ideal husband to a holstaurus. Big, burly men make them scared. Maybe I should get the new slave boys to supplement my sexual needs before you have a heart attack..." My mistress laughed sweetly as she sipped her wine, setting the pencils and brushes aside, looking satisfied with her new design.
"I'll call this combat couture..."
It was a very erotic painting-cum dress design on a canvas. A nearly nude dark elf woman was holding a bladed bow and an arrow, dressed in a pure white, extremely scandalous outfit that also somehow served as armor, reinforced with silvery plates around her neck and thigh arteries.
"Mistress...I...doubt this can protect the wearer..." I mumbled, blinking at the design.
"Nonsense!" Pra'da shrugged. "When facing battle, it is best not to be encumbered by thoughts of one's own mortality and to let the enemy know you fear not his slings and arrows...Showing him what treasures he is missing. More than a few times did we make men drop their weapons in confusion to take them on the spot like this..." She tossed a bit of paint to a particularly faded part of the painting with a flick of her brush. "...and make human women jealous of the beauty they will never reach..."
I kept listening, eyes fixed on her, and the room. Her workshop is a crazy mix between a fae garden, a bondage studio, and a tailor's designer room. She flashes a smile when she catches me staring at her ass, straining the nude apron's straps, knowing.
"Spare your lust a while, anon. I am well-nourished by your love." Pra'da smiles. "You have been willing, nubile, and virile for me. Rest assured, you are valuable to me." Making the finishing touches, she goes on. "You will come with me so we can seduce a Holstaurus. They can make me fresh milk and have some cute maid work. Alicia needs a little rest, even you."
I still had to probe a bit. "Can't you buy a human slave, or even take one, mistress? And is milk that expensive? I remember it being quite cheap on the market when I do your shopping..." She shrugged.
"Holstaurus is far better than regular cow milk. Plus, I can't spend money after I invested a ton in this building, leaving me to take one as a slave. I can't do that, I'm busy here, and have a lot of credit to pay back. So, we take a monster girl. And the ones submissive enough to serve me without pay, and without troubles with the law are Holstaurus living on a nearby farm. They willingly wander our cities and can be legally taken as livestock provided you treat them as a family and provide them, nice young men, to live with. Long story short, you pay them with sex."
Well, I don't know much about politics...
"Don't worry Anon, you will shower them with love as you did me because that is your mistress' orders. You will take a Holstaurus girl, milk her big breasts every day, and breed her whenever you can. After you have some children with her, I'll give you both your quarters, different than the slave cells reserved for newly broken-in and single slaves." Pra'da finished her words. "Wash me, Anon. Clean up the house afterward until I get the design done and displayed." She dropped her apron, and walked nude downstairs, me following like an idiot, eyes locked on her ass stretching and contracting with every step.
I could worship her big black elven ass every day...
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"Mistress, your bath is ready!"
The dials and valves are new to me. I was little more than an orphan who was old enough to adventure, grown up in an orphanage and had never seen technology like this.
My owner and goddess enters the bath nude, throwing her towel aside. Her divine body with the color of dark chocolate, and her flowing white hair sank effortlessly into the water, her big, round asscheeks slowly sinking inside the water before me, her back turned so I can start rubbing her dark skin and white hair with the shampoo and the soaps I could not imagine existed. Dark elves lived well and lived opulently. No surprise their entire wealth was built on a massive number of human and a few monstergirl slaves, toiling six days a week in their mines, farms, and crafts sheds with chains and collars imbued with relaxing enchantments. I had even heard that their losers in contests and submissives were sold in a black market as well, particularly to lustful human nobility who used them as concubines or made into living statues or petrified, extreme art furniture by medusa artists to adorn castles locked in orgasm and joy.
She purposefully sits on my lap in the bath, grinning to herself no doubt, my erection raging again, my poor member, overworked and sensitive was lodged between her soft, bountiful asscheeks...
