The pit toilets were located well away from the kitchens because, assholes or not, the inhabitants were still elves. The service hallways were filled with people, mostly slaves, entirely bots, and none of them gave another slave any consideration at all. Safi walked into the laundry and picked up the nearest pile of clean linens she could find. Then she turned and walked out as if she owned the place. The armful of linens provided her with an excuse to leave the service passageways and she went up two flights and into the guest quarters.
"Master told me to bring these," she informed the only upstairs maid that challenged her. The bot didn't know which master and probably wasn't bright enough to realize that was a problem that should be solved and, in any case, had probably been conditioned to obey without question. Master wants, master gets. The assholes liked that. Truth be told she would have liked that if they had just let her play.
She stepped aside and lowered her head as a pleasure slave glided past. A full elf (expensive) with a custom skin (pricey) and a top of the line AI (monthly expensive) that made every movement elegant. 'I'll bet she looks good picking her nose,' Safi thought, but carefully did not say. She wasn't sure what room would be best but it had to be against the outer walls and the elf slave had just walked out of one of those. 'Carefully made up and not disheveled.' Safi thought. 'So there's probably not a master in there cleaning himself up.'
Taking a breath she opened the door and walked in. The rooms were empty and, hurray, a window looked out over the outer walls. No pleasant views of the inner garden for guests. She walked into the second room and began to ransack it. Anything that looked useful she put in a pile but it wasn't until she found the jewelry case that she finally found what she was looking for.
The collars were enchanted and allowed the masters, and a few mistresses, to administer painful shocks and track the whereabouts of the wearer. They were also the kind of collars put on bots. They were, not to be too unkind, cheap shit. A bot thinking about escape could probably figure out how to open one of the collars, but then they'd be killed. So evolutionary pressure had produced bots that didn't think about taking their collars off. You just needed two hands, something to help apply pressure to the collar to compress it a little, and a thin piece of metal wire. Such as a pin.
Safi dropped the collar on the floor and began tying sheets together. Square knot, tug, knot, tug, knot, tug, square knot, tug. The book had recommended knots every few feet and Safi had carefully included those because breaking a leg was not her idea of fun. When her rope was finished she tied it to the convenient rings on the enormous bed and tossed it out the window.
"This is probably not going to work," she reminded herself, and then crawled out the window and down the rope.
Using the castle to orient herself she headed East into the forest. That was roughly the fastest way out of the forest and into the human lands. In theory the goblin lands to the North were closer but weren't a good idea. Safi wanted to be captured by a hunting party and dragged back to be decently ravaged, not killed and eaten. She didn't take any particular care in keeping on course. Once she was into the forest she was certain to get lost; she'd used all her resources on making herself physically appealing rather than on things like a keen sense of direction.
Despite the almost certain fact that there was no actual pursuit she kept to a good jogging pace for the next hour and at least made an effort to continue East. If she did happen to make it to the human lands maybe she'd have better luck there; even a basic half-elf would stand out from the basic human bots. But no, she'd wanted elves to enslave her. Handsome pointy-eared archery studs. Mysterious and brooding. Masterful.
"Ow! Fucking forest!" she swore. The underbrush had been scratching her legs up and her feet frankly hurt but that branch had caught her ass and it stung. She came to a stop and contorted herself, trying to assess the damage. Her hand pulled a thin metal dart with feathers at one end out of her flesh. She looked at it, trying to identify it, knowing that it meant something but unable to put words to the idea, unable to think at all. She didn't feel the fall to the forest floor and the green feet that appeared in front of her were so ridiculous that she tried to giggle.
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{..can't scream if she isn't awake,} Dart explained for the fifth time.
{If we fuck her she'll wake up faster!} Ripper countered.
{Remember what happened to Snap-Finger?} Dart growled.
{You killed him,} Ripper said. {What does that have to do with fucking the meat?}
{If you don't shut up Dart is going to kill you, too, Ripper. If you don't shut up then *I'm* going to kill you.} Slash-Throat explained.
Safi woke to the sound of snarling and growling. Still groggy she slowly forced her eyes open.
'Oh, the feet. More feet,' she thought.
{Awake!} Ripper shouted, his feet dancing with barely controlled excitement.
Dart confirmed Ripper's assessment with a glance and walked over to the woman. A foot against her torso turned her from her side to her back. She was a stock half-elf, but a very attractive variation. She had the classic red-hair and green eyes but her breasts and hips were bigger, large even for a human. She wasn't as tall as most half-elves, perhaps 5'5" which made her about the same height as Dart and Ripper but about 4" taller than Slash-Throat. Her skin had the rosy glow of human ancestry rather than the porcelain paleness common to elves. He casually kicked her legs apart and eyed her sex. She had a small, thin patch of pubic hair in the same shade of red and her pussy was fleshy pink, the same color as her hardening nipples.
Safi looked up the creature standing over her. 'Oh fuck! Goblins,' she thought. The one standing over her was difficult to make out in the dim light but he looked to be about her height, which was tall for a goblin. He wasn't precisely muscular, but there didn't seem to be any body fat on him and rangy muscles criss-crossed his body. He was a muted green and had ropy red dreadlocks that ran down past his shoulders in a ponytail. He was wearing a loincloth, a sword-belt, and a baldric. He had some sort of partial gloves, maybe leather? His features were bestial but not terribly so and his eyes seemed to glow red.
When he'd kicked her legs apart Safi felt her breath catch in her chest. 'Sex? Not death? Is this situation looking up?'
Dart stepped back. {Ripper,} he growled.
The goblin growled back wordlessly, all lust and possessiveness.
Safi gasped as a second goblin replaced the first. He was as tall, but more heavily built and with features that were truly monstrous. He bent down and grabbed one of her legs. Reflexively she kicked at him with the free leg and her heel cracked into his nose and rocked him back. The other goblin, the other two goblins, howled with laughter. The one she'd kicked, bleeding green from his broken nose, launched himself at her, crashing on top of her and pinning her to the ground. He wrestled her onto her stomach and then pulled her back, hand in her hair, onto her knees. She grabbed at his hand, flailing to reach it with hers as he bowed her back. His free hand caught first one, then the other of her wrists and held them behind her head. Safi saw the third goblin approaching, a thick column of flesh escaping from the side of his loincloth and stiffening.
'Things *are* looking up,' she decided, licking her lips. Then she saw the wire in his hands. His fingers broke the bronze wire through a combination of twisting and bending and then deftly shaped it into a ring with a complicated knot at one end. The other end was sharp.
'Or not?' Safi thought. She tried to twist her body but couldn't, a goblin knee in her back and his hands in her hair and on her wrists pinned her in place.
The third goblin smiled a pointy smile at her as he knelt in front of her. Then he lowered his mouth to one breast and sucked hard at the nipple, pressing his rough tongue against it. Safi gasped in shock and pleasure at the rough ministrations. He pulled back and regarded her stiff nipple, taking it between two dull claws and rolling it gently back and forth. Safi trembled, her whole body shaking. She felt him tug the nipple away from her breast, stretching it, and then a piercing pain that made her scream. The goblin did... something with the wire and then he was sucking at her nipple again and pain and pleasure fought within her. After a minute or so he shifted to her other breast. When the tug came and she knew what would follow she struggled, or tried to. But again the sharp pain and then he was feeding at her breast, mouth sucking hard and tongue scratching across her nipple.
The goblin behind her released his grip on her hair when the one in front released her breast. She looked down and saw two small rings, one in each nipple. The goblin produced some finely woven leather cord and strung it through the rings. The goblin behind her pushed her face towards the floor and she saw the free ends of the cord go through a small ring sticking out of the dirt. The goblin with the cord took up the slack and pulled, she followed her breasts to the ground, pressing her face into the packed earth.
Her hands were released and she scrabbled at dirt and tried to shift her body, but every way she moved created pain as the rings pulled against her nipples. She might be able to lie flat but the goblin was behind her and between her legs. The thinking part of her brain recognized the simple ingenuity of the restraint, the feeling part of her brain was aflame. As was her vulva. This fact was confirmed a moment later as something slipped easily inside her.
