The Imperial Patriarchy Index, Sponsored by Raincoat Corp, catalogues all Stable Female gene species throughout the territories and known worlds to the wisdom of the Patriarchs, along with their general demeanor, likes and dislikes, and methods for Masters to make them submit harmoniously to their will. It also includes a Case Study as a helpful Example, and some Products that will make that particular member of your Harem even more happy and loving for you! On this Magazine Edition, The Elf!
The Little Sister, and her Adored Big Sisters.
Midori woke up slowly from a deep sleep, on a communal bunk, as her sisters still quietly snored. Her hands came to rest upon her face, and slowly traveled down, caressing her thin, long neck as it lazily moved from side to side, rubbing her shoulders, and ascending to the skies, as they explored her large, slender arms, which hid a wiry, flash speed power, her elbows, and each other, dexterous, soft forms, before going back to comb her silky hair, and slide upon her elastic, developed, triangular ears. Midori was an Elf.
Touching her ears lit a dormant fire within her, as it had done every single other morning, as she repeated this ritual every day without fail. A rushed and excited intake of air preceded the descent of her hands over her impressive breasts, her fondling and pinching of them, and squishing and flattening of them, like two natural stress balls, but it was not enough. They hurried to her sides, on an urgent mission, and then they found resistance, just like every morning. Midori let out a flushed moan, as her fingers rediscovered a soft rubber-like edge covering unyielding metal, holding her nether area. It was her chastity belt.
A frustrated whine came from Midori. She wanted to tear the belt apart, touch its insides, and quell the blaze burning inside her, but another pair of hands came upon her, and restrained her, grasping her arms with one grasp, and covering her mouth with the other. Mieko, her Big Sister, had woken up. She was a lacquered idol, an ancient ideal of femininity, an unmoving monument that had become obsolete, but that she still loved very much, and many others did too. Mieko was a Clone.
"Eimi has ordered me not to let you awaken the others with your shuffling. Be quiet." She whispered to Midori, but the vibrations of sound, nestled so close to her ears only stimulated her further. Mieko did not relent, and instead kept whispering. "Think about Master. Think about Master. Think about Master."
Midori remembered Master, and understood this burning desire was his will. It was the proof of his unending love upon her, and her secret happiness. As she kept on hearing it, she stopped struggling, and snuggled Mieko in a warm hug, still needy and horny, but now fully accepting of her situation. On the upper bunk bed, Kyoka groaned, and turned around her sheets. Midori loved Master, and her sisters very much...
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