The Dark Elf Town had schools for its children secluded from the main population of debauchery.
Unusual for the species, the dark elves gave free education to every child they could, and the training was quite secular, modest and mundane, from homemaking to sciences for those that could afford the mental capacity.
Of course, the majority of the children who were unattached to their families would have an obvious future unless they were exceptional.
Today, the Graduation Ceremony would take place before all work was stopped and the Annual Council would meet at the Mistress' Hall.
On the eighteenth year of their education, the boys and girls would be children no more, but graduate as slaves of the dark elf town. They would be assessed, washed, collared, and marched to the slave market to be sold as domestics, and exported to other monster girl queendoms as sexual pets.
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The dormitories were full of murmurs. Sexually segregated, boys and girls could not sleep their final day at the school. Taken from any age, the unattached youth's fate was to be educated to be courteous to monster kin, be obedient, and value pleasure of all things.
Crystal, the Minister of Slaves and Diplomacy would personally oversee the inspection, grading and escorting of the new humans under the yoke.
The boys could not wait. The girls were excited too.
The day started with the gentle ring of the bell, this time around noon: Dark Elves knew excited young boys would be asleep late. Before the boys could wake up, groggily blinking in worry, caring, middle-aged dark elf ladies in clothings of Frankish governesses entered the dormitories. Before the tired youth would flinch in fear of strict orders to wake up when they were underage...
...each gently started waking up those that could not stir to the waking world.
Warm, slender black hands gently nudged sleeping boys who were, mostly asleep, softly caressing their cheeks, pinching noses, and the hands' owners, our Dark Elf governesses even kissing their cheeks .
"Good afternoon, sleepyheads. Today is the day you are officially men." The white boys of Lescatie started waking up in amazement, hands lifting them to sit, stirring them softly awake.
Benny found the governess in charge of his Locksmithing Course sit next to him. Soft hands pushed on his chest, straightening his posture. Soft lips brushed his ear in a whisper:
"Good afternoon Benny. How are you feeling?"
"I...feel warm and happy, mistress..." Benny earned a warm hug from the governess who had taught him much ever since he was kidnapped by bandits from a human village: Human boys with dubious lineages were shunned in Theocratic Lescatie, but the Dark Elves bought them quite eagerly. "You taught me so much, and didnt abuse me till I'm a...man." He kissed her hand in respect. The Dark Elf cooed, smiled and patted his head.
"This is just the beginning. Do the things I taught you, and you will feed many monster girls with your body. From now on you are property of the Reik."
"Yes Mistress."
The governess stood up, waking other boys up and helping them stand.
As the human youth woke up from their bunks, they were marched to the showers. The teachers, dark elves, waited for them patiently as the boys slowly filed out, without wearing anything at all: a panoply of penises dangling from their hairless balls in a silent, excited march.
The teachers nodded approvingly. Every boy was erect, washing themselves under strict supervision. Today, girls were brought to join in, another silent march of budding breasts, naked asses and pussies, taught to shamelessly not to cover themselves in front of boys. Black and white, brown and yellow, the girls were taken from all around the world where farmer families could not afford to feed them, bandits kidnapped or were saved from rape and dishonor by roving dark elves. Who would miss a Bactrian brown girl when her own family wanted her dead?
The dark elves could use any human body: for a price of their service.
Today, when the first girls filed in to the showers, the boys were silent, gulping. They were told to wash the girls' bodies too, paying special attention between their buttcracks and armpits, and between their legs.
Quiet gasps made the dark elves giggle when the boys welcomed the girls to their arms, washing them silently with soap.
Quietly, the sexually tense throng washed each other in docility until the water ceased to flow.
Slowly, the naked swarm of human graduates followed a matron dark elf with a ruler, to a huge hall where they would receive awards, grading, and collaring ceremony.
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The graduation hall was adorned with a statue of a dark elf holding the heads of a couple of humans, a male and a female.
An ornate chair housed Lady Crystal, smiling kindly. Her gaze by itself calmed the humans' hearts as she congratulated each, welcoming them like a mother. As the rows of naked girls and boys filed in, the teachers took their place to present them before the Minister of Slaves.
She even shook the hand of every boy and girl, telling her how proud she was of each.
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Benny could not believe it:
The girls had grown up to be voluptuous women. And girls no longer felt icky: their bodies were glorious, all clear and naked.
Red-headed Alba girls from Scotti ruins when Maou ruined the Island before a united Monster and Man army shattered them.
Ebony black Kongo girls with large black butts and full breasts. Spicy skinned, saffron-colored Farsi and Bactrian daughters, voluptuous, thick, almost fat Haarlem beauties with button noses and golden hair. Blonde Norda girls with braided, long hair reaching their white, flat asses. He was near bursting when the girls next to him stole glances at his engorged manhood. One Farsi girl licked her lips, her dark brown skin glistening with arousal. Soldier girls from Frankia with perfect muscles, standing at attention, proud breasts standing in defiance to gravity.
Benny heard she, Shirin, snuck out to suck cocks the moment she turned 18, enrolled around the age of 2. For two years, she was the talk of the dormitories, gleefully accepting every cock presented to her lips with the fellatio few whores could muster, developing a taste of cum pumped down her throat as studs held her hair and raped her mouth. Her teachers were proud of her, saying she'll be made a succubus one day.
His naked cock stood at full attention, as all the boys' did. A row of erect, young penises, full balls that dangled like skin-colored apricots and soft, full breasts stood like a forest of flesh. Every teacher would fondle and caress said breasts, cocks, pussies and puckered firm anuses for firmness and quality. One female dark elf, a young, bespectacled one with a white alchemist's coat, kept a serious face as she recorded the penis sizes, testicular size and firmness, breast sizes, teeth, and bodily measures of every last slave graduate. When Dark Elf doctors measured Benny's cock, she made a hum, whispering to a teacher.
"My...n-nine inches, large balls fit for sperm production...specialized public mana fountain...Best tell him now..."
She kept scribbling with her pen, not a trace of humor on her face when a serious teacher held the measuring tape to Benny's painfully engorged penis, plugging the circumsized tip with a tiny, glowing button: He was chosen to be like a public faucet, to be fastened somewhere public to be a serving station for young succubi who needed "mana" to grow up. Part of him was terrified, part of him excited. He was denied orgasm until he could be used as a mana station for succubi who, waiting with wet, eager mouths to drink from his cock dry every day. Benny knew, and he sighed, accepting his fate.
The rest were not idle either...
The sexual tension in the air was palpable enough to cut with a dull knife. Their 19th birthday was going to be one hell of a domination festival, more perverse pleasure to mould their young minds to accomodate the Dark Elves' tastes.
"Arms behind your head, fingers locked. Legs spread at a perfect 30 degrees, thrust out your crotch for inspection, and relax your bottoms for slave tattoos." Without even turning their heads, the boys and girls knew the owner of the stern voice and obeyed.
Their headmistress, a bespectacled, middle-aged, tall dark elf with strands of black in her pure white mane of silvery hair, walked slowly around them, heels clicking in dull strikes across the purple stone floor which seemed always warm and glowing, even at coldest nights in the Dokkalvar Charity Servant School. She was dressed, to their now non-existent surprise, a Frankish human governess' black skirt, white shirt with puffy arms, butterfly shaped thick rimmed glasses with a silver chain to hang from her neck with her hair perfectly tied to a strict bun. Her riding crop which was nestled in her right hand, held down as she wandered with strong steps, clicking her heels right next to potential cheeky human youth.
She smiled sweetly when she could feel their rising excitement and anticipation. Not one cock was flaccid, helpless against a swat of her riding crop should she so wish. Not one could lower their hands out of fear, not one could lower their eyes or hide their genitalia from her view. Not one shaven, youthful pussy wasn't dripping wet, not one female (or male) nipple wasn't aching from erection.
Damned if one did, damned if one didn't.
"Farmer girl! Arch your ass, pull your belly in. You are slouching." She curtly spoke, patting a slouching sandy blonde's bum with her switch, the leather tip poking the chubby buttcheek. The girl stiffened and suddenly straightened up, not even shifting her gaze. Headmistress squeezed the girl's white, big arse and slapped with satisfaction.
"Good. You'll make a good farmer and breeder." Seeing a tomboyish well-built redhead with freckles, she smirked with satisfaction and a bit of pity. The girl had already sported a few pinpricks on her wrist: probably dating a passing vampire girl at night. She was heavyweight, muscle from field labor hardening her like an amazoness, facial cheeks ruddy. She gave the girl a glance, and cleaned her neck with antiseptics. That one would be a bloodbag and a daylight bodyguard for the vampire girl she probably dated.
The Dark Elves knew the value of human bodies eager to serve; to which they offered decent handouts, and took everything in return.
