It had been several months now when I was taken like a naive idiot while visiting a monster girl village and was taken to be sold to a Dark Elf to serve her.
The reason few can escape them is not that they like to restrain them with chains and ropes. They restrain you with sex, love, and endless pleasures if you work hard. Even the women.
It's another day when I stir in my bare, but comfortable cell.
My cell unlocks when a small pink rune rings near the cell door, and I tentatively step out of bed as the day dawns to the chirping of birds, and of course, harpies. Avian monster girls who are ever-present in forested monster girl cities.
Naked, I look back to my empty bed. My cellmate, Alicia the human woman is away for a fashion show with Anqebut, my mistress' Arachne friend about some silk clothes exhibit. Though I do not lack sex, my current habits of daily coitus of being drained dry had been slowed down. Alicia never turned down the offer of being fucked while spooned. Once a paladin, she had realized her guild won't bother to find and buy her back, so she had settled into the Monstergirl Empire's slave life. She never denied my advances, though it was of mutual understanding: I know when to bother her with a raging erection unattended by my mistress. The mistress always comes first.
Feeling extremely horny, my balls full, I could not help but hurry out of the slave dungeons and satisfy my mistress and owner. She bought me from slave traders several months ago when I was kidnapped by a female dark elf like her and put up for sale. The slave dungeon she maintains under her house is a series of cells, with barred doors locked by magic, some cages, a few torture devices, and a series of stalls with milking machines. No doubt she intends to pick some cow-girls of Holstaurus or Minotaurus races as her business expands.
My mistress will take care of me. Pra'da is sweet. She is good, and all that was gentle in my new life.
Even a few months had made my former life hazy: Here, I could do nothing but have sex, be toyed, tickled, and doted on in exchange to fill my mistress with essence. Her soft, silken, black thighs, big black ears, and round black bubble butt were the things I worshipped now.
Every day she sleeps, I wake up with the gentlest massage, rubbing her delicate feet gently. She opens her eyes lazily, my lips brushing her black feet, her smile, and gleaming amethyst, almond eyes warming my soul as I rub her feet and toes and worship them. Turning her head to me, she lays on her belly and spreads her legs with an elegance that would no doubt be vulgar made by another woman.
Being naked at all times, I have no difficulty being erect. I lift her hips, laying a pillow under her belly, and separate her small, round, soft, dark brown buttcheeks. I am naked until she demands I put something on. And since my love for her can only be expressed in my quiet duty between her legs, I oblige. I kiss her pink slit first, drawing her scent of lavender and a spicy tang from her secretions. Then, lining up my erection, I thrust inside her with deliberate slowness, savoring the soft, slippery insides of her cunt so her breakfast and book aren't disturbed. She always smiles at me briefly before focusing on a book even as we fuck, my mind focused on not ejaculating too early.
She nibbles her breakfast biscuits and coffee without even regarding me as I keep fucking her, deliberately slow not to shake her coffee and food. Even so, her breathing and her heartbeats speed up when I'm close to a climax. Increasing my pace, I relax and let the orgasm build up and release from my spine and explode in a wave of pleasure. She then cups my balls, eyes half-closed, and slowly squeezes them, as if wanting to drain my manhood. Only when my orgasm is complete and I unload my balls in her womb she establishes eye contact with me and smile.
"Good morning, slave."
"Good morning, mistress."
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Her breakfast is done, she waves her hand as I put away the breakfast tray to the kitchen which will be washed as soon as she is gone. Today I'm on house duty since I am her only slave until she can earn more, having invested her entire savings to establish her house and clothing business. Alicia and Anqebut were out to help with it.
My mistress goes to her house shrine for her morning prayers: It is a small, beautiful room with a worrying, circular altar with cuffs for her daily prayers and offerings to Dark Elf Goddesses, The Gentle Pi'ro'ro who just wants pleasure and fun in binds, and the Cruel Neo'crona who demands all men must be slaves forever. Needless to say, I accompanied my mistress quickly after delivering the dishes to the kitchen.
I had cleaned her shrine to perfection yesterday. She made me briefly kiss the foot of Neo'crona statue and hug the Pi'ro'ro statue before prostrating as low as possible herself, un unusual behavior to a dark elf: Pi'ro'ro was depicted as a smiling, gagged cute dark elf who politely offers the viewer a hug. Neo'crona on the other hand was depicted as a tall, smirking dark elf woman who points to her beautiful feet, her left hand had a grip for candles to torture worshippers with. Pra'da took some of her breakfast food and put a piece in a bowl, igniting it with magical fire, praying quietly in prostration, naked with my cum dripping from her pussy.
I stopped staring and hurried down to wash the dishes. She doesn't mind company in prayers but doesn't ask for either, so I leave it at that. I'm far too afraid to ask her if she sacrifices living things judging from the altar. Later I would learn that Neo'crona temples traditionally had always someone (usually a human male, but a dark elf female also sufficed) bound to the statues' feet, a candle lit up in the statue's hand so the wax would drip on the bound victim's body continuously.
Finally understanding the sad stare at me some months later, I'd learn that she didn't have the heart to hurt me. Better yet, after a few weeks, Alicia would mostly be the traditional volunteer, confessing that she played with hot candles when she was a young squire in the human churches.
I love them both.
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"Anon."
"Yes, Mistress?" I perked up from dusting her living room. My workload had increased since Alicia was away with Anqebut, showing off her silken articles of clothing to rich monster denizens who love Anqebut's unique fashion designs, using Alicia as a living model.
"I decided to get a Holstaurus girl as a milk slave, livestock." She spoke without raising her hand from the canvas, drawing her newest design. "That way I can have fresh milk and cheese." I nodded thoughtfully, not sure why she told me. She concluded with a firm voice as if finalizing a great plan.
"Live-in, talking, cute livestock, I mean."
"As you say, mistress." I was a bit uneasy, even though I knew she'd treat the poor cow girl decently.
"I need your help." She nodded at a drawn line, erasing it and redrawing it to accommodate the sleeves of her newest design without looking at me. "Tomorrow, you will seduce one because so that I can enslave her."
I gulped. It was a very weird thing to ask for, and probably criminal. "Err..."
She threw a sideways glance, her elven ears perking up. "Is that disobedience, Anon?" Her smile was kind, though you can never be sure.
"Not at all, mistress. I...was, not the best womanizer back in the human empire..." Was all I could murmur, cleaning her ebony figurines of fairies on her table.
That made her chuckle and pat my head, kissing my cheek with genuine affection. "Silly boy..." She shook her head, adjusting her naked apron, smudged with oily dye. "All you have to do is be kind to her. They are nature's plush fucktoys and breeders with naive hearts. You know, you'd make an ideal husband to a holstaurus. Big, burly men make them scared. Maybe I should get the new slave boys to supplement my sexual needs before you have a heart attack..." My mistress laughed sweetly as she sipped her wine, setting the pencils and brushes aside, looking satisfied with her new design.
