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Schwarzelfstadt...
...City of the Dark Elves, pointy chocolate ears, pleasure...and chains and whips meshed together, was just ahead, the tired human boy walking for days to his destination. His back was sore, his luggage was all he could carry...
Lono had been sent to negotiate with Dark Elves a trade deal, and now, after several days of walking and short stays at country inns, their beautiful purple cities were just in sight.
It seemed easy, though he never found out why the elderly Merchant Lady, a human like him, would send him in particular. He was an inexperienced boy, there were a lot more attractive, skilled ones than him to seal a deal, men and women who were better than him in finances. Her amused, kind smile, when she chose him amongst the merchants, was an enigma. He had no titles, he was an orphan, for God's sake!
Why was there no trade cart, no delegation but a human male being sent to the infamous dark elves?
"You'll love it there." She had smiled at him when she stamped and sealed the trade missive, someone who had been like a second mother to him.
Why of all things, reader wonder, would his boss send an unattached orphan growing by his wits and skill, no one to miss back in the Empire, in the Dark Elves' lap? We can guess why, and enjoy the sights of their dark, kinky race.
Now he had arrived at their gates.
The mountain entrance was just ahead, a huge gate cut and burned into the mountainside with fey magic, edges of the gate turned purple in contrast to the grey mountainside, apparently due to magical radiation. The outlying cottages and gardens looked quite peaceful, however. Apparently, not all Dark Elves were man-capturing fae harridans. Of course, his boss, the Merchant Lady had warned him not to interfere with their "business" anyway, and just ordered to "seal the deal." He knew monster girls practiced chattel slavery to keep humans, he just was worried how he would deal with cruelty.
Cruelty was nowhere to be found, just a few distant shadows working in the farms, getting along with pointy-eared shadows, barely visible from the corner of his eye. Laughter was in the air. Strange.
Lono kept walking towards the gate and nodded in greeting to the guards with hesitation, and a stirring in his heart: He had to admit they were beautiful monsters. Non-human, alien, but still beautiful.
Each guard was a dark elf that looked identical to the other. Each had chocolate brown skin, long, pointy ears and pure white hair reaching to their ass, clad in purple-black leather armor that looked more fitting to a courtesan or an exotic dancer than a soldier. Their lips curled into a smile when Lono walked past, feeling quite uneasy at their stare.
"Cute butt." One whispered at the other, mimicking groping a buttock with her free hand, spear in the other. The second, her teeth gleaming like pearls, whispered back as her pointy chocolate ears cutely wiggled, making a looped thumb and index finger, stabbing through with the other hand's index finger.
"Boys are just asking to be raped, dressed up like that..." She giggled. Lono could not hear what they said behind her back but felt so exposed.
They each nodded in greeting as he walked into the small tunnel, and into the gaudy chamber named "CUSTOMS".
The chamber had several exits leading inside a sunny opening where their city was situated. And the entrances was going to be something he would not forget easily. The entrance was full of visitors, most monsters were queued breaking into six or more custom booths. What Lono saw would be a usual culture shock reserved for humans visiting dark elf cities.
The type of shock upon seeing the bipedal merchandise.
Naked men and women, necks chained to each other, cool metal cuffs hugging their wrists tight behind their backs and hobbled ankles, chains brushing their naked bodies.
Slaves.
Lono had not seen a naked woman before, much less another man. Here, lines of chained slaves were walked in an orderly line to customs to be counted before another endless naked line of bodies were led, a throng of shapely female bottoms clenching with every step of naked feet.
Each nude human had an iron collar around their throat linked to the one in front of them and back. He blinked in surprise when he saw a completely naked girl before him, so close that he could touch. She was of average build, brunette, and wore nothing. Her wrists were behind her, clasped in irons, one of many that were in a long line, quietly led by a well-dressed dark elf in robes. Lono could see, looking past her tan, beautiful ass that in front of her was another in a similar fashion, a dozen women quietly standing with blank, worried stares. They were led to be examined by a cutely dressed Dark Elf nurse in pink-white uniform, who measured their bodies, checked their teeth, eyes, and skin for blemishes.
The nurse cooed in delight when her measuring tape ended up a decent size on a newly captured woman, obviously a raider from a lawless mountain cave by her strong, muscular build. Her angry glare was ignored when the nurse measured her waist and buttocks, noting down. The measuring of her arm muscles brought an admiring sound from the Dark Elf commissar who noted her down.
"Decent worker that one." She noted. "Farm?"
"I'm thinking docks or granary." The Dark Elf holding her mused, sapphire eyes gleaming in satisfaction seeing her beautiful human body. "Vineyard if she is cooperative."
"M-mmrgph..."
The human woman could only make pitiful, muffled souths, her mouth drooling with a ballgag on her lips with holes. The nurse's lips curled into a smile, and she spoke with a wicked giggle:
"What? You want me to slap you on your chubby ass?"
Frowning, the gagged, muscled woman shook her head, wild, shaggy blonde hair swinging like a lion's mane.
"Oh, you meant you wanted to be put to farm as a pony girl? Exotic owners make their girls into petplay!"
"MMMMPPPPPHHH! MHHHH!" The woman's eyes panicked, head shaking desperately.
"Oh wait! I get it! You want to be branded with an iron rather than the slave tattoo!"
"MUUUUUUHHH!" Tears started to form as the woman started to sob in her gag, shaking her head desperately. The Commissar and the nurse were laughing their heads off as the muscled woman cried. Sighing, the nurse wiped her tears, gave her a peck on her cheek and intoned:
"I was joking. Cheer up, will you?" She smiled sweetly at the woman, her pussy, and breasts in full view in chains. She poked a full breast, playfully pulling a dark pink nipple as the raider woman flinched.
"The gag will come off once you realize now that we own you as a slave. You'll be good, do you understand?" The Commissar smirked, eating her curves up with her eyes.
Sighing, the helpless woman looked around, and with a bigger sigh, nodded.
"You are captured when we cleared the bandit cave, and you are taken as a slave. You are a slave, and Lescatie will not buy you back: you are Reik property from now on. Understood?"
