Everyone knew about the illegal sex slave markets, where elves were sold to humans as sex objects. When I was growing up in school I never thought I would be one of the slaves. I wasn't super privileged, but I was blessed with a sexy figure. Chesty, plump ass, plenty of curves, long blonde hair and pretty pink lips that were irresistible to any elven male; I loved my body. Despite my looks, I was confident I'd escape the fate of elven girls sent to the trade markets. I wouldn't realize how foolish I was until my twenty-first birthday.
I woke up to the blinding morning light that had started to flood its way into my room. Today was the big day I'd earn freedom from my family. It was an elven tradition for every child to live their life cut off from their parent's support. We were allowed visits and stuff but we couldn't get anything else. Essentially we were to live our lives on our own from here on out. I was excited every since my big brother left the nest to become a Warlock. He was one of the best in his magic class, so I knew he'd have no trouble.
On the other hand, all I had was my looks. I had tried getting into several interests ever since I was given the three year warning period. At first, it was magic. Every elf woman that got into magic was well protected from the dark fate of the slave markets. Unfortunately, I was an utter failure at magic. I tried plenty of times to solicit my brother's help but even that wasn't enough.
My next attempt was the bow. If magic wasn't my thing I wanted to be an archer like my mother. I practiced for weeks just trying to get her approval. It was never enough, and I couldn't improve my shot. On top of my bad depth perception, I had really shaky hands. Who would have thought that would be a huge issue with archery?
My third trick was medicine. My healing magic wasn't the worst and there was a growing need for elf healers. I studied for an entire year all the magical spells for surgical preparation and the elven anatomy. Beginners weren't allowed to perform surgery but I still had to prepare it as a nurse. My life as a healer was going well and I thought it would be my profession for life. That was until I botched a surgery prep and got a patient seriously infected. Normally that wouldn't get me in much trouble. Unluckily for me, the person who got infected was elven nobility and they made a big deal of it. I lost my healer certification because of it and sent I was back to square one.
I had a year left so I made one final desperate effort to study in the field carpentry. Normally that wasn't a profession for women, but my father was a carpenter and offered to be my mentor. I was an utter screw-up and my shaky hands were, even more than it was an issue for archery! With mere weeks left to find a new profession I hoped I could find it while I started my journey into the world alone.
My big day was pretty standard for a twenty-first birthday celebration. Friends and family from all over the country came in to visit, even big brother. Big brother tried really hard to cheer me up when the topic of my healing certification came up. It really put me into a low mood. After the big dinner, I was given starting funds to make due on my own until I found my own profession.
The next day I packed my things and purchased a small tree apartment not far from my parents. I would need their advice even though I wasn't allowed the support net. I wasn't afraid of failing, I just wanted to get more stable on my own two feet before I moved further away. With little to unpack, I went for a walk to take in the new neighborhood.
As I was traversing the green fields of the community park, I took a surprise hit to my head from behind. I tried to fight the coming darkness but I ultimately succumbed to the embrace of unconsciousness. I wasn't sure how long I was out for but when I woke it was the scariest surprise of my life. I panicked and squirmed as I awoke in unfamiliar scenery and more dangerously, I was bound!
Panic started to ensue as I looked down at my lack of clothes. I was fully nude with ropes all around my body. Ropes were tied around my chest, holding my arms tightly together behind my back. I tried to flex my wrists only to find they too were tightly secured by ropes. I noticed there were two more coils above and below my knees, tightly secured with knots I'd never be able to reach. Finally, there was one a smaller coil wrapped around my ankles. I certainly couldn't stand like this let alone walk.
I screamed for help over and over again as loudly as I could. There was no response and fear was taking its toll on my mind. Shortly later, a human male entered my small wooden room with a cloth in hand. He threatened me to stop screaming or else. He knelt in front of me and stuffed my mouth with a small cloth I hadn't seen then used the long cloth to tightly secure the smaller one in my mouth. I cussed the human for his savagery but it was nothing but muffled noises.
Upon on his departure, I tried to struggle free of my binds but it was no use. I wasn't strong, I didn't have an aptitude for magic, and I wasn't super smart. I was in big trouble with no help. Defeated by my inescapable predicament I resorted to crying away my time.
It would be sometime later before another man, accompanied by several older and gross looking men in luxurious clothing. They all eyed me up and down, taking in my naked form like I was candy for them. These men were no doubt, my potential owners. For a while, they talked about inconsequential things, like my virginity, my reproductive status, age, and measurements. Most of that information was easily available to anyone who was interested.
Thankfully, none of the disgusting older humans had decided I was worth the price. Then came a younger, maybe middle-aged, human male. He wore the same type of luxurious clothing signaling his economic worth. He asked the same questions as the elders before him and looked pleased to hear all my information. The man leaned down to me and asked how much I was. I glared furiously at him, only getting a sinister grin in return.
"For half a million gold coins, she's all yours," the creep usher spoke.
"Half a million huh?" The man kneeling in front of me was scratching his prickly face. Human facial hair was gross to me. I could almost feel the bile of vomit rising in my throat from being so close to him.
"I won't have any hagglin' she's a prime product. We were lucky to snatch her. Half a million or no deal."
"Very well. I'll meet your price but I want her in a specific attire upon delivery to my estate. A swimsuit, sexy of course and a tight bra. Is that agreeable?"
"The attire will cost another ten thousand but includes delivery and toys as well."
"Acceptable. Where do I sign?"
I screamed in frustration, thrashing side to side in defiance of being treated like an object. There was no way I was going to be his sex toy, let alone have these creeps deliver me in a swimsuit. The salesman laughed at my struggle while my owner just looked on me with a lustful grin. I was in big trouble if I couldn't escape.
Both humans left my prison room. Locks were pushed into place and I heard the salesman speak to what I assume were guards. They were told that I was sold property and not to be shown to other buyers. I felt such shame being degraded to a sex toy in their eyes. How did I let my life come to this?
I had fallen asleep at some point and I don't recall being woken. True to the salesman's word, I was now dressed in a revealing swimsuit. A tight white and blue padded pushup bra with a ribbon in the middle, perfectly displaying every inch of my cleavage. A rag of blue see-through silk was covering my hips with a blue thong beneath. My hair had been done up in a ponytail, with what I assumed was another ribbon. Most of my hair had been pulled back reveal most of my face and my sharply pointed ears.
The bindings of rope were similar to before with a line of rope, twisted into a braid-like fashion, between my breasts holding to the top coil of rope to the lower coil surrounding my chest. Every little movement caused the ropes to rub against my breasts providing me with brief and frustrating sexual pleasure.
I looked up to inspect my surroundings only to realize that was in some wooden box. I could easily tell I was in transit. Every bit of this humiliating experience was turning out to be a nightmare that hadn't been fully realized yet. I would still have to suffer whatever tortuous disgrace that human owner of mine had in store for me.
Coming to a stop, I was unceremoniously thrown, while still in my box prison, onto the hard ground. They could at least pretend there was a person in this box they were throwing around. There were some mumblings I assumed were my captors talking to the owner's servants. They cracked upon the lid of my box and reached in lifting me up. The sunny light blinded me for a moment.
