Commissioned by a friend from the U.S who loves monstergirl-makes-human-chattel stuff. And I'm nothing if my friends are not happy.
Femdom, dark elf, the works. Monstergirls raid humans for slaves for breeding and labor, and take care in integrating, training and breeding them as sexual pets. Second Person, heterosexual story. Enjoy if you like that stuff. Sorry, not native English speaker, but I try my best.
Your neighborhood pervert provides. -- Esteban Von Chucha
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You are a young human lad who passed his eighteenth summer just barely to sign up for the militia. Your growth spurt seemed delayed in your appearance, which is suspected because of proximity to Mamono Reik the next county over with its feminine energy blooming over the borders. But that's not what matters anymore.
You are on a prisoner wagon to be taken deep into monstergirl, or Mamono territory to be sold as slaves. All of you, youths who were supposed to pass into adulthood are scared to the bones to talk. Your captors, monstergirls with a majority of dark elves, laugh, joke and talk with each other without paying attention to your plight.
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You were caught unawares outside, when you and your compatriots, similar military orphans, were drilling, merely taking weighted backpacks and were running treks through the forest. The guard captain herself, a large woman who somehow rose through the ranks due to sheer effort of education, watches you disapprovingly.
One day, you are given weapons and told to patrol the forest, young boys with less experience than a woodsman hunting a rabbit. Not a smart idea.
It's one of those days that you just should not get out of bed. Now being reported as "missing in action" is the least of your worries when bolas swing out of the woods and down members of your youth patrol.
Swordbrethren, beaten on their first patrol. Not good. Not good, with several of raw recruits falling unconscious to crossbow bolts, needles sticking to their legs. Out of the forest step thin slender shapes, and all you see is a glint of light missing your arm by inches You scramble for your weapon: too late.
One moment, you were admiring a sparkling waterfall as you all, raw recruits were camping next to it, the next was bolas and darts on your hide. Black-skinned tall women jumped you before you could draw your sword, all silent and fast, aggressive as wolves on a hungry winter. You are rushed!
You kicked one on the shins, and elbowed the other, your hand about to draw steel. Then a fist connects to your forehead as you see stars.
Pain shoots up across your skull, and you feel cold earth on your back, your head throbbing in pain.
Just when you get up... A strange woman with white hair, ebony skin and pointy ears towers above you. She is clad in dark leather armour which somehow has a leather skirt for lower protection-you're sure it won't protect any blow-, with a clear reveal of ivory white panties. Her head is adorned with long, white hair, with a beautiful, sharp face emanating malice with purple, gleaming eyes. She smirks at the others who surrendered and started getting tied up before her deadly gaze, evil glare of purple eyes focus on you. Her hand lashes out when you think she is going to help you up.
*slap*
It hurts as it dawns on you. Before you towers a sinister dark elf, far less gentle and playful than some encounters your peers mentioned.
"Are you going to fight back?" The dark elf's hand explodes on your cheek again. Snarling, you take another swing at her, only to be kicked hard on your stomach twice before she kicks you on the chest.
"WILL YOU?" She repeats, boot grinding on your face. For several seconds you sniffle, and swallow. You *are* tough, but not that tough. Sighing, you shake your head. Her lips curl to a grim smile.
"Good. About time little bitch learned his place. Hands!" She growls. Far too beaten, you let yourself be tied up. But your torment doesn't stop: she goes further, pulls your hands and legs behind you and hogties you harshly, making even her own dark elves flinch and feel sorry for you, from what you can see. Your ankles and wrists are tightly tied and you sob and grunt in pain, thrown to a cart where dark elf women guard your friends who are tied together.
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You are led in a cart to parts unknown, afraid for your life, tightly bound. You fear the worst fates, often slavery, worse than death. There are stories of monsters roasting human captives and eating them in horrible feasts, and how they tore the old Ermor Empire and split the world in two, where they live in the west, enslaving and killing humans.
It took hours as you gagged boys, rumbling at the back of the wagon towards a dark fate, were continously teased by the dark elf girls sitting with you, your own predicament being painful because any time some of them tried to untie you, a snarl from your captor would stop them. You start bawling from sheer pain, only to make them sigh in annoyment and eventually gag you.
You are all, without further ado, captured by monstergirls in forests, lead away in binds, and by dark elves of all creatures. Fearful small talk between your friends end in slaps and gaggings. Each minute is a torture as you lose the track of time, the cart rattling to its destination.
You sob and beg one last time when all of you are taken out and dragged to your doom, hearts full of fear. You are tossed to a strange building, set in purple stone, in the deepest part of the forest, guarded by grinning Dark Elf girls. Your heart is full of dread, expecting hellish tortures as you are piled , pulled and tossed into a room...
...
Hours pass...
Half-unconscious moments of fearful waiting, the tension of being blindfolded and gagged is broken by a stern, but soft and reassuring voice, and a hand that finally relaxes your binds, untying the painful knots.
You curl to a corner and cry quietly, until a gentle but firm voice informs you:
"Lift your head." You cry and shake your head, broken of any spine you might have (no shame in that),making her sigh. Next time, her voice is gentle now. Really gentle.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
Strong fingers grasp your jaw and turn your face to look at hers, tearing off the blindfold and gag. Your eyes burn from the sudden rush of light, but she keeps her hands on your face.
Another dark elf, it seems, kinder looking than the others. You look up tearfully and she nods approvingly. "Healthy."
She is a softer looking dark elf, though still wearing a dark, frightening attire, but looks at you captured lot like petulant children rather than hateful enemies. You could admire her incredible beauty, but right now you are focused on surviving, and sobbing like the girls you used to mock. Her voice continues, as her hand ruffles your hair.
"You will be treated decently as long as you obey. Now stay still and listen."
Her smirk and sigh gives signal that you are a bit out of danger. Deftly she unties you from your restraints, and gives a hiss of anger seeing your tortured flesh, your limbs aflame from lack of circulation, full of pain. She slams her palm on a table, shouting at the figure behind her.
"What the fuck, Razzan? You had your slave husband run away and you take it out of beating kids?" She retorts angrily, noticing your rope marks. "He could have had gangrene!"
Your captor's name must be Razzan, who is just enjoying a cold glass of beverage, whiskey from the smell of it. Her look at you is an amused satisfaction. Bitch!
"Kids? They are adults! AND That has nothing to do with it, Ina! Humans need restraints, and men in particular! I'm the one supplying the slave market AND exceeding the quot-"
"THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" Ina snaps angrily, overshadowing the aggressive looking dark elf. "We hunt men out of necessity; we don't torture children, and look what you did to him! What, he showed backbone and hit you back? Means he has fire in him!" Your tearful face is puffy and red, and the rest of the captives are scared to the marrow, huddling like girls they used to mock. "I've got
some ethical
standards in my line of wo-"
"Again, they are fresh adults, SECOND, yeah, makes him learn his place. Wash the whiny bitch if you care for him so much." Razzan smirks, leaving. "Men are breeders first and cattle second, and you shouldn't care that much for cattle, remember that, Rose dumbass!" The dark elf you heard as "Razzan" leaves quickly, but being the boy you are, you can't help but see her black, round hips sway deliciously, straining every bit of the way to give way to a bit of flesh, even though she was your captor and tormentor.
It's so painful to see such a monster of a lady dressed in the most provocative clothing, with no way to address her nicely. And that arse. Despite your torment, your age still finds a way to stimulate looking at the round, ebon-black, toned bottom straining the evil monster-woman's leather skirt, jiggling with every step of the way..
You hear a loud sigh.
"Cock envying Thorn bitch." Ina comments at her slamming the door shut, and turning to you, her face softens a bit, but maintains her authoritative air, now that you see she is...a slaver. She has a set of manacles on her belt, is as tall and powerful as her sisters, and looks at you like an appraising merchant, albeit with a small amount of pity... "You obviously are traumatized." She looks over your pale, tired face. "Famished too." A loud churning sound from you and your friends' bellies, making her chuckle quietly.
"Hungry?" She smiles slightly. Beaten and kidnapped, dragged for days by monster girl raiders, you all nod tearfully as your stomachs grumble.
This strangely gentle looking dark elf nods, and takes out a large bag and sets of glasses.
