After peace was settled, every monster girl race was free to commit their mischief and kinks.
Such was the time of dark elves, after the peace treaty was signed, who could pursue their arts and culture, as well as indulge themselves in pleasures of the flesh and their little joys of plantation life.
Plantations and mines would be worked by other monster girls, or human slaves, obviously. Not out of laziness: each Dark Elf only made custom industry, deeply stubborn, and unsuited to mass, faceless labor. Any Dark Elf crafts shop had a fiercely customized set of items across the world. Not one were alike.
And this was the one of the last Dark Elf run cities after the crusades, when they learned a harsh lesson not to be overtly cruel.
It was a secluded little city, half above ground, half below for security. Purple stone mined from the bowels of earth was the foundation of the building shaped by magic and fairy fire lighting them at night. It was a dark city of delights, where the dark elves lived in peace with their slaves. The slaves would clean, build wooden structures and do the labor such as cooking, mining, and sometimes smithing, though dark elves themselves favored their own hands in the production of chains, harnesses and bondage equipment to keep their property in line.
That didn't of course, go without saying that they didn't accept visitors. They just preferred visitors with chains or leather collars, tightly controlled.
They welcomed even human ones. The dark elves needed humans, especially men for inseminating their now all-female population, to produce babies, the joy of their mothers and the human nannies.
It was a cozy, dominant life under a harsh, but fair mistress.
Captured humans, monster girls in debt, and even some willing humans were not far from the auction block for the discriminating buyer, the flesh markets of the Dokkalvar always eager to present the best naked flesh for their citizens. Slaves for the wineyards, mines and homes were always in demand, as well as for homes that wanted a human nanny to school and take care of dark elf daughters.
Young Dark Elf girls *loved* homely Frankish nannies. Ask one, harass her maid. You won't get out of town alive unless you beg for mercy.
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"Slave processing complete. Health shots administered, psych counseling and calming draught given. Please, would you raise your buttocks a bit?"
Keri loved her job, inspecting newly "acquired workers" for health checks was the cherry on top of the cream. What counted for her conscience sated with regular health checks, anti-abuse guidelines and counseling, all she had to do was to stamp naked human and monster bodies with the magical ink for their new life amongst pretty pointed ears and high heels.
The soft ink stamp in Keri's deft hands pressed on the soft, chubby ass cheek of the naked human woman leashed to her aunt's hands, chain rattling. The ink made a soft, wet sound as it stamped the woman's ass with a simple merchandise declaration:
SLAVE, with a stylish S
She took a small pen and wrote on her log:
"Property of Ash Mansion, one human female, 32. Fertile, caramel skin, measures..."
The human woman didn't even flinch, looking at the slave stamp appearing on her ass, kneeling on all fours, naked, her breasts dangling naked from her chest showing a little flab. She was over thirty years of age, stripped to the skin when she was taken in by Keri's aunt, and tamed after a rigorous session of BDSM. Obviously a human adventuress that started to explore this parts of the woods, she was subdued and took to her new role quite well after the strict genealogical and sexual mores of Lescatie. Smiling, she patted the human woman's head, feeling her sweaty hair and skin before motioning her to stand, don a pair of white boots, skirt and a scanty tunic. The human woman gratefully dressed herself, blushing red, as her aunt caressed the human woman's cheek, and took her leash to follow her.
"Let's get you settled in, Caramel. My daughters are so eager to hear from human lands. Think you can entertain the little ones with your tales? And I have a baby who could suckle on these treasures, our slender bodies only so much for child rearing."
Carmen was her name. The human woman licked her lips and nodded, keeping wisely quiet as she was given a new name, unconsciously holding her breasts. Her new mistress chided her. "Don't worry. Just because you were cursed by infertility does not mean we won't sculpt you to be a second mother for my babies. I promised you this."
"It will be a safe, happy life..." Caramel, once Carmen, thought, holding Keri's aunt's hand, neck leashed like a puppy.
"Next!...Who the hell are you to step inside...are you crazy?"
It was a strange day for the customs officer Keri, the young dark elf. A young human girl had entered their town and wanted to settle. She was either stupid, or desperate to seek refuge in a dark elven town, dressed in her wizard robes and armed with a staff topped with a sapphire.
She was quite chubby, bespectacled with wide, black horn rimmed glasses showing a pair of bright black eyes under her hood. The robes showed ample flesh, breasts that had grown fat, hips bulging under the skirt.
Her face was hopeful, scared, and quite cute, Keri found.
"Hello..." She spoke timidly, clutching her staff. "I came to register and apply for..."
Keri held her nose, adjusting her small glasses. This could be fun, or end up blowing up the whole town if the wizard girl was an agent or would go awry with her magic.
"Dumb ass...You know humans can only wield magic here if they work at magic loom or industries, and you come in barging with a staff? I'm going to have the guards beaten..." She grumbled, making her flinch. The fat wizard girl whimpered, earning a tired sigh.
"Give me your staff before someone sees it." She held out her hand, which the wizard girl filled with the staff with an afraid exclamation.
"I didn't mean anything bad." She apologized profusely. Keri just nodded, adjusting her books and glasses.
"I see. So what brings you to Violet Town? Trade? Visitation? Manumission?" She questioned the human girl: " You got some courage to come in alone, unescorted. Interesting."
"Um... I'm Shiri." The human girl spoke, taking a seat. "I have nowhere else to go when my tower was torched by the human mob..." She mumbled on.
"I see." Keri nodded with sympathy. "Do you have an invitation? Papers?" Keri asked, opening a log book. The wizard girl just shook her head.
Keri smiled. This was only a one-way trip then, best take care of the fat human girl. Smiling, the dark elf stood up, standing a foot taller than her without sitting. Adjusting her purple leather officer outfit, she approached the human girl, and took out a few medical tools from a bag.
"I understand. Then, you acknowledge that we *do* take in humans with a certain entrance fee, price if you will, to live under our watchful eye. And I do need to watch you, miss...Shiri..." She licked her lips. "I believe the transition will be easy for you unless you have five hundred gold coins. Seeing you don't have the fee...well, you will be enslaved with a start-up indenture of five hundred gold coins."
