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https://forms.gle/Jsejee9W1zq5iGGF7Voting Closes on the 7th of December!Enslaved I adjust my mask, making sure it fully covers my face, before stepping out of my carriage. A collared slave bows as I approach the main doors and holds his hand out. I present him with my invitation and his eyes widen as he notices the insignia.
“My lord. If you care to follow me, I’ll show you to your seat.” He says, bowing again. He then turns and the door opens by itself. I follow him through a series of corridors until we come to another door. This time he opens it by turning the handle and holds it open for me.
“Someone will be along shortly to serve you drinks, your lordship.” The slave says, bowing again before quietly closing the door behind him. I step further into the small room and look over the balcony at the filled seats bellow, all pointing towards a curtained stage. I smile and take the nearest seat to me. A few minutes later another slave appears silently beside me, holding a list of drinks. I select a bottle of wine and the slave silently disappears again. As the slave returns and begins to pour wine into a goblet, the curtains on the stage begin to rise. A richly dressed masked man steps into the centre of the stage and the gathered masses in the seats quiet down.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to tonight’s auction. We have some very special specimens for you.” He announces, his voice magically enhanced. He raises his arm and points to two burley men leading a dozen chained and collared men. They file towards the centre of the stage and stop facing the crowd.
“Our first lot of the night is this group of bandits who where recently caught trying to highjack a very powerful mages coach.” The Auctioneer says as the crowd begin to mutter.
“I’ll start the bidding off at 1 Gold Piece, do I have any takers?” He yells, looking around the room. The group of men sell for 4 gold and silver and are then led back off the stage, to be replaced with another, smaller, group of men. I sit back in my seat and watch, waiting to see if anything interesting or particularly pretty comes up. There a few good-looking women that would make good whores for my brothels or even as personal attendants but nothing piques my interest. Not until the last lot.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we now come to our last lot. This is something we’ve never had here before. A truly marvellous beauty who I’m sure will get your coin purses jingling.” The Auctioneer says, his voice almost a whisper. I lean forward, intrigued, as the two burley men lead a petite figure out onto the stage. There are gasps amongst the crowd as the young-looking elf is left standing, her naked body shivering as she looks around in wide eyed fear.
“As you can see, tonight’s final item is this gorgeous little elf from the Goldenleaf Forest.” The Auctioneer announces as he circles the elf, flicking her long white hair over her shoulder to show off her pointed ears. I lick my lips as I stare at her perfect body, her round tits, her slender waist, and even from this distance, I can see her smooth pussy.
“For this specimen of utter beauty, I’ll begin the auction at 50 Gold Pieces.” The Auctioneer yells, silencing the crowd. I smile, knowing most of the crowd could not afford that much and that the elf will soon belong to me.
“100 Gold Pieces!” Cries out a shrill voice. I look up at the opposite balcony and instantly recognise a lesser lord, even with his mask. He is a large man known for his appetite for both food and for buying slaves who never usually survive a month. The crowd murmurs as the announcers asks if there are any other bidders. I turn to the slave hidden behind me and gesture for him to step forward.
“Let the Auctioneer know I will pay 150 Gold Pieces.” I say, my voice steady. The slave bows and steps to the edge of the balcony.
“My Lord offers 150 Gold Pieces!” He cries out, causing all heads to swivel in my direction. I hear a cry of dismay from the fat lord, letting me know that his gold reserves will not last as long as my own.
“200! 200 Gold Pieces!” He cries out, jumping up from his seat in frustration. The Auctioneer nods in his direction before turning back to me.
“250.” I say to the slave who then turns and ounces it for all to hear. The fat lord screams again, crashing down to his knees as he sobs loudly. The Auctioneer waits a few moments for a response before turning back to me.
“Sold! For 250 Gold Pieces.” He announces as the elf is led back off the stage. A small smile spread across my face, not only for disrupting the fat lords’ desires but for acquiring such a rare and beautiful slave.
“If you would care to follow me, my lord. I will take you to your property and my master will perform the enslavement binding ritual.” The slave serving me says, bowing once more. I stand and follow the slave through a new series of corridors, eventually emerging in a large room filled with cells and cages. Many eyes, not all of which are human, follow me as I’m led to a large clearing, a new richly dressed masked man stood in the centre of a ritual circle drawn on the stone floor.
“Ah, your lordship. Congratulations on your purchase, you sure have made many envious tonight.” His voice booms out as he gestures for me to join him in the centre of the circle. As I approach, I notice the elf girl kneeling behind him. She’s even prettier up close, her youngish face giving no clue of her actual age. I notice the bronze collar and cuffs etched with silver runes around her neck and wrists glow slightly, pulsing with magical energy.
“If you just stand here, I’ll step out of the ritual circle and activate the magic. It’ll only take a moment and then you are free to leave with your slave… Once you’ve all paid up of course.” The man says, laughing at the last statement. He then steps out the circle and whispers a phrase which causes the ritual circle to glow with the same magical light as the elf’s collar and cuffs. She screams, her body convulsing as I feel tightness growing in my chest. Suddenly the feeling dissipates and the glowing slowly dies down as a rune appears on the back of my hand.
“And the ritual is complete! Now for the payment.” The man says, stepping back towards me. I reach into my pocket and pull out a single piece of mithril. The man’s eyes widen and he licks his lips as he holds his hand out. I drop the metal into his palm and he quickly snatches his hand back.
“Most impressive, there are not many men who would walk around with this much money just in their pockets. This concludes our business. A slave will show you out and I hope we may see you here again.” He says, bowing as another slave appears.
“Follow me.” I command the elf, a compulsion forcing her to stand. We follow the slave to a small door where my carriage is waiting outside. I climb up and the elf jumps in after me, sitting in the seat opposite me. There’s a slight lurch as the carriage pulls away and I finally turn my full attention towards the elf.
“What is your name?” I ask, my voice a barely audible whisper. She looks up at me, her pointed ears easily picking up my question.
“Ellarian, my lord. But everyone calls me Ella.” She says, her voice soft and gentle. She doesn’t seem afraid of me and there’s almost a curiosity in her gaze. I hold a gaze, only breaking it when her naked body shivers in the cool air.
“We will be at my home soon. My other slaves will take care of you.” I say as she crosses her arms and looks away. The rest of the journey is quiet and as the carriage pulls into the long driveway of my mansion home, she looks out the window, her eyes wide in shock.
“It’s so big. How many people live here?” She asks as the carriage pulls up to the front door.
“Just me, and a dozen slaves who cook, clean and tend the gardens. Doing whatever I need.” I reply as the door is opened by a smartly dressed slave. I jump down and take a few steps before stopping and looking back.
“Take her to the baths and inform the housekeeper that she has a new charge to take care of. Tell her that I want to see the elf tomorrow evening after dinner, that should give her enough time to get her properly dressed and instructed.” I tell the smartly dressed slave before continuing on into the house.
The next evening, after a dinner of roasted deer which I hunted down myself, I retire to my library. After a short while, my housekeeper enters followed by Ella. They both bow and then the housekeeper leaves, shutting the door behind her. Ella is now wearing a simple green dress in the traditional style of the elves, pulled together at the waist by a leather belt. Her hair has been washed and brushed, the long white hair hanging down to her waist.
“Master, how may I serve you?” She asks, her eyes staring around at the many books adorning the surrounding shelves. I stand and beckon for her to follow me as I leave through a different from which she entered. I lead her down a corridor and into my bedroom, indicating for her to stand in the middle of the room as I shut the door.
“You have been instructed on what your purpose is?” I ask as I stand in front of her.
“Yes Master. I am to serve you however you wish and to keep you company in bed.” She says, her voice quivering slightly as she looks at floor. She flinches as my hand shoots out and grabs her by the throat, forcing her to look at me. I pull her in close to me and kiss her, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She gasps as I push her away, sending her sprawling onto my large bed. I climb on top of her, my hands pulling the dress off of her. She’s still wearing the collar and cuffs which
mark her station as my slave but her naked body is now clean, her skin smooth to the touch.
“Have you ever been fucked?” I ask her, smiling as she shakes her head almost imperceptibly. She looks up at me, her lip trembling as I lean over her, my face only inches from hers.
“That’s good, definitely makes you worth the price I paid.” I say as I kiss her again. I begin moving down her body, kissing her neck, her chest, each of her hard nipples and then her skinny belly. She gasps when I kiss just above her smooth pussy, her body flinching almost instinctively. I open her legs and kiss the inside of her thigh, making her gasps again. She doesn’t gasp when I kiss her pussy however. Instead, I hear her breath catch in her throat and then she lets out a low moan.
“You taste good.” I tell her as I begin eating her out, pushing my tongue into her tight pussy. This only makes her moan even louder and soon she begins grinding her hips, rubbing her pussy into my mouth. Her pussy becomes wetter and wetter, her orgasmic juices dripping down my chin until suddenly, with a loud scream of pleasure, she squirts. It fills my mouth and I drink it up, swallowing every last drop of her delicious orgasm. I sit, wiping my chin as I move to lean back over her.
“I…I’m sor…sorry. I don’t know what just happened.” She whispers breathlessly, her voice trembling in fear.
“It’s okay, it’s perfectly natural. And I’d expect nothing else from a pretty little thing like you.” I reassuringly whisper before kissing her again.
“And now comes the truly fun part.” I say as I move back, unbuckling my belt. She watches as I pull off my clothes, her eyes widening once more as she stares at my rock-hard cock. I grab her ankle and pull her towards me, moving up between her legs. I can feel her body trembling as I place one hand on her waist, my other guiding my cock towards her pussy. The tip enters her and I see her eyes cross as she lets out a high pitch squeal.
“You are so tight. Mmm, you feel so good.” I say as place both hands on her waist. I thrust forward and she throws her head back as she moans loudly. I begin thrusting in and out, slamming my body into hers. Her face is a picture of pure pleasure, her eyes are crossed and her tongue lolls from her mouth. Her high pitch moans only make me fuck her harder, driving her into an orgasmic frenzy.
“Beg me to fuck you harder.” I command. I don’t even have to use the slave’s compulsion because as soon as the words leave my mouth, she screams.
“Fuck me harder Master! Do whatever you want to me, just keep fucking me.” Her voice cries out. I lean down and kiss her, feeling her hands hold my face as our tongues fight to get into each other’s mouths. I lean back and her head hovers for a minute as she looks at me longingly before crashing back down onto the bed. I pull out flip her over easily before straddling her legs. She looks back over her shoulder as I slide my cock between her ass cheeks. I reach forward and grab a handful of her long hair, wrapping it around my fist as I thrust my cock back into her pussy. I yank on her hair, pulling her head back and making her cry out in both pain and pleasure as I fuck her from behind. I shift my position slightly and pull her all the way up onto her knees, my cock never leaving her pussy.
“How are you liking your new job?” I whisper into her ear, nibbling gently on the pointy end of it.
“I love it, Master. I’ve never felt so ahhh... Ohhh, it feels so good.” She gasps. I continue kissing her ear as I fuck her, my hands moving round her body. I grasp her small but perky in both hands, pinching her hard nipples. Her body is shaking and quivering and I just know she’s about to cum again.
“Ohhh Master!” She cries out, squirting again. I let go and she collapses forward onto her side, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Your pussy is nice and tight, and you certainly seem to enjoy my cock. Now let’s see how good you are at using that mouth.” I say, dragging her around so that her head hangs over the edge of the bed, her dangling hair brushing the ground. I slap my cock against her face and she opens her mouth. As soon as she does, I thrust forward. Her throat bulges and she gags as my cock slides down it. She wriggles about, trying to push me away with her hands.
“Stop fighting me.” I command, the slave’s compulsion making her arms drop to her sides and her body freeze in place. I thrust in and out a few more times before pulling out, a string of her saliva suspended between my cock and her mouth.
“You can sit up now.” I say, releasing her from the compulsion. She gasps for breath as she sits up, glancing at me with a submissive look on her face.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it? I don’t like having to use the compulsion but will if I have to.” I whisper, cupping her chin so she looks up at me.
“I’m sorry Master. I won’t do it again.” She whispers, her eyes not meeting mine.
“Good girl, now how about you ride me for a bit.” I say as I climb onto the bed and lie down. She crawls towards me and straddles my legs, hovering just above my cock. Her hand reaches down and gently holds my cock as she slowly lowers herself down. Just as before, her face is a mask of pleasure. Her eyes cross and her tongue lolls back out of her mouth as she rides me, bouncing up and down. She leans forward, resting her hands on my chest, as I feel myself edging closer to orgasm. I grab her hips and thrust up, holding her in place. My cock explodes and cum floods up into her pussy.
“Oh, Master.” She gasps before collapsing down onto me, her head resting on my shoulder. I hold her, hugging her, my cock still inside her as we both breathe heavily from the exertion.
“Master, can we do that every night?” She asks as I move her next to me. I stroke her hair and smile at her, seeing her cheeks blush slightly.
“Tonight was just a taster for what’s install for you. I have so many things I want to do to you, you are mine, now and forever.” I say as she snuggles into my arms.