AN ELF MAIDEN'S TALE

World of Magnamund created by Joe Dever.

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PART A

February 21, 5381 MS

Gwena was a young elf girl, of average height and shapely, as was the way of elvish females. She had long blonde hair tied in an intricate knot, and delicate, pointed ears. Her eyes sparkled with blue fire, and she had moist red lips. Today she wore a long white dress with a leather vest tied snugly over her round, pert breasts. She walked gracefully down an old forest trail as the day wandered into noon, and she reveled in the sights and sounds of the wood. After walking down the trail for about an hour, Gwena left the trail and moved east until she emerged from the trees and entered a cool, forest glade.

The clearing was large, with a clear stream running down its length. A small waterfall poured down a small, rocky hill to her right, sending droplets into the air to form a light mist. Beautiful flowers gathered along the shores of the stream, with large blossoms of rose and daisy. Gwena breathed deeply of the scented air, smelling water and the flower's sweet nectar. The elf girl walked to the edge of the stream near the waterfall and took off her vest and dress. Mist caressed her smooth, naked flesh, and her nipples hardened to the water's coolness.

She slipped slowly into the water and moved to stand under the gentle waterfall. The water washed over her slim body as she unbound her long, blonde hair and cupped her round breasts to receive more of the cool liquid. She opened her mouth and drank deeply of the cool waters, then moved her small hands over the contours of her shapely body. Her hands moved across her slim stomach, then down to her blonde mound of pussy hair. The girl's slim fingers caressed her pussy lips, then moved deeper into her hot love hole. Gwena gasped with pleasure and rubbed her clit, moaning lightly with each stroke. She raised her fingers to her lips and licked her honey with her wet tongue.

The perfume of the flowers grew stronger, and Gwena inhaled deeply. The sweet scent of the flowers aroused the elf girl more, so she left the water and moved towards one of the large, rose plants. Leafy tendrils emerged from the plant and moved towards the young woman as she knelt before the plant and inhaled deeply again. The strands moved around her slim stomach and encircled her round breasts. Gwena moaned lightly as the tendrils squeezed her tits, and other limbs pulled her thighs apart. A tendril stroked her wet pussy lightly, then entered into her cunt, making the girl gasp for breath. The plant pulled the naked girl towards it, her arms bound above her head, with limbs around her slim waist and legs.

Gwena moaned as the plant fucked her pussy harder, little blossoms closing around her nipples and beginning to suck on them. The naked girl writhed with pleasure as the plant squeezed her soft tits and plunged deeply into her cunt. A phallic-looking tendril caressed her soft cheeks, and moved slowly into her open mouth. Gwena sucked on the limb greedily as it moved deeper into her throat. Sweat began to coat the girl's skin as she sucked on the limb and fucked the tendril in her pussy.

After several minutes of ecstasy, Gwena orgasmed, and the plant shot sweet nectar down her mouth. She drank the liquid deeply, then sat up as the plant unwound its limbs from her sweat-covered body and retracted them into its trunk. Gwena exhaled loudly with satisfaction, then she bent down to kiss the rose on one of its blossoms. The plant shook softly as the naked girl plunged back into the water to wash off the remains of her session then quickly dressed and returned to the forest trail.

Gwena frowned as she heard shouting in the distance, from the direction of her village. She hastened her steps until she reached the edge of the wood and could see the outskirts of her home. Smoke billowed high into the air as the wooden houses of her village burned. Screams came from the village as Men in black armor rode into the town and threw torches dipped in oil on the defenseless houses and shops. Gwena looked on in horror as she watched an elf woman fall to the ground as a Man pursued her on foot. The Man laughed as he slapped her across the face, then pinned her to the ground with his knees.

The elf woman screamed as the Man ripped open her white blouse and fondled her round breasts. The woman tried to crawl away as the Man sucked on her tits and ripped her dress apart. The Man punched the elf woman in the face, knocking her unconscious, then he opened his pants and thrust his cock into her pussy. The woman's body rocked as the Man thrust deeply into her, squeezing her breasts with his gloved hands. As he orgasmed, he shot his load across her naked tits, then he got up, reached down to grab her naked body, and carried her under his arm back into the village.

Scared witless, Gwena ran from the shelter of the forest and hid next to a burning building. She moved deeper into town, where she saw a group of Men on horseback, directing other soldiers as they loaded metal cages on wheels with the women of the village. A lone Man in black armor had a scarlet cape around his massive shoulders, a larger sword held easily in his right hand. A pentagram pendant clasped his cloak at the neck. A horned helmet hid his features, but he had a strong voice, and a long, black beard.

"Get these elf bitches loaded! And be quick! The Elven Council will send warriors to investigate the smoke in a few hours," said the Man leader.

Gwena started to leave, thinking to hide back in the forest, when she saw her father run into the town square, a bloody sword in his left hand. Three Mannish soldiers chased after the Elf, who turned to face their assault. The Men attacked fiercely, chopping with their blades at their smaller foe. Gwena's father parried the Men's clumsy attacks and sliced his blade across the throat of one Man. As the soldier gurgled on his own blood and died, the Elf stabbed another Man in the heart, and pulled out his blade and sliced open the belly of his third attacker.

The Man leader smiled fiercely and pointed his right forefinger at the Elf. As Gwena screamed a warning to her father, a stream of glowing darts flew from the Man's finger and slammed into the Elf's back, flesh sizzled as the Elf flew forward and fell on his face, then he was still. The Men laughed, as did their leader as Gwena ran to her father's body and cradled it in her slim arms. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she turned to glare at the Mannish leader and scream, "You killed my father, you son-of-a-bitch!"

"That's not the way a young lady should talk. But all of you Elf bitches are sluts and whores anyway," proclaimed the Man as he dismounted from his horse and approached the young woman.

Before she could get up to flee, the Man grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet.

"I'm your father now," said the Man with a grin, "and Daddy wants a kiss."

The Man leader kissed Gwena hard on the lips, forcing his tongue deeply into her limp mouth. He ripped off her vest and dress, then forced her to the hard ground with the help of two of his Men. As the soldiers held her wrists to the ground, the leader spread her creamy thighs and moved between them. He leaned down and began to suck greedily at her right breast, while his hand squeezed the other. She screamed in terror and frustration as the Man moved to suck her other tit, then moved down to lick her pussy lips. Gwena squirmed as the Man sank his tongue deeply into her love hole, while his hands squeezed her breasts roughly. The elf girl moaned as her body responded to the Man's attentions and love honey began to flow from her cunt.

The Man drank her cum like fine wine, sucking harder into her pussy. Gwena's body went limp and one of the soldiers undid his pants and forced his erect cock into her slack mouth. The elf girl moaned as the Man thrust deeply into her throat, his hand pinching her erect nipples. The other Men hooted and shouted encouragement, while the other Elf maidens looked on in shock. The leader rose from her warm pussy and opened his codpiece, pulling out his erect penis and stroking her inner thighs with it. The naked elf girl moaned as he put his rod into her tight cunt and thrust deeply into her.

She moaned loudly as the Man fucked her deeper and deeper, and the other soldier fucked moist mouth. Gwena's firm ass rose into the air as the leader grabbed her slim waist and forced her pussy harder onto his tool. Minutes later, the leader orgasmed into her warm love hole, then the man fucking her mouth pulled his tool out and shot his load across her face and neck. The elf girl gasped for breath as the Man leader rose to his feet and adjusted his armor.

Smiling at his helpless prisoner, the leader said, "Take the bitch to the well and wash her off, then put her with the others."

Gwena stumbled after the soldier who pulled her to the well at the center of the square and poured water from a bucket over her naked body. After two more splashes, the guard pulled her to the nearest wheeled cage and threw her inside, after he kissed her roughly on the lips and pinched one of her tits.

Gwena lay weakly on a bed of straw as the Men finished burning the Elf village and began to ride to the south, to the Mannish Empire.

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February 22, 5381 MS

Gwena awoke to the tilting gait of the wagon as the slave convoy made its way down the forest trail. Many of the other Elven girls still lay sleeping as she rubbed her sore eyes and watched the guards patrol the trail on their mounts. One grizzled Man smiled lasciviously at her as he passed the cage, but she ignored him. The leader of the band of Mannish slavers, who had raped her when he raided her village, rode proudly at the head of the column, surveying the environment with an arrogant gaze.

Morning passed into noon, and the slaves were tossed scraps of travel bread and a few flasks of water. The girls quickly devoured their meals, then stared with empty eyes at their captors and the forest home that would soon be only a memory.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and at dusk the convoy stopped to make camp. The slavers fed and watered the Elf girls again, and after the Men had eaten their own meals and passed a wine flask around, one of the Men opened the cage and pulled a struggling raven-haired girl to the waiting group of leering soldiers. The girl screamed as the Men ripped off the shreds of her clothing and gang-raped her several times, until hours later, when most of them fell into contented sleep, and the girl lay sobbing quietly near the fire. One of the remaining sober guards grabbed her roughly and threw her back into the cage. She lay crying in the dry straw until an older Elf woman drew forward and hugged her close. Gwena watched the girl cry then curled into a fetal ball and fell asleep.

Two days passed as the convoy moved south through the forest. The Men shot game for meat, and at night, they would take an Elf girl, sometimes several, and rape them mercilessly. Strangely enough, Gwena was never taken into the orgies and was left alone, except for the occasional lustful gaze. The other Elf girls noticed Gwena's new stature, and began to avoid her. Soon, the girl sat by herself near the edge of the cage, while the other prisoners watched her with suspicion and spoke in hushed whispers.

On the four day, the convoy broke free of the forest and traveled into open grassland. To the northeast, mountains protected the forest home of the Elves. The slavers had traveled south along the edge of the mountain range, then crossed its tip to enter the prairies of the west. To the south, the Sea of Vaduz crashed against the beach, bringing cool, salty air to the mainland. Gwena inhaled the rich, sea air and marveled at the large expanse of water before her. She had never traveled out of the forest, and everything around her was new.

The convoy traveled northwest, along the coast until night fell and they made camp. As Gwena sat in her cage and munched on some stale travel bread, she watched as the Men cooked fish over an open fire and feasted on them. Wiping grease from his chin, a rough soldier walked over to Gwena's cage and opened it.

"You, elf bitch! Get over here!" commanded the guard as he pointed at Gwena.

The slim Elf girl walked unsteadily to the door, then jumped lightly to the ground. She relished the soft earth with her toes as the man grabbed her left arm and pulled her roughly after him. He traveled to the center of the encampment, where the Man leader's large, round tent was perched. The guard pulled her through the entrance and pushed her roughly to the rug-covered ground. The leader sat in a leather field chair, sipping a cup of mulled wine, as the guard saluted and stood at attention.

"Leave us. I am not to be disturbed," said the leader.

"Yessir!" replied the guard as he saluted and quickly left the tent.

The Man sat and regarded the Elf girl, his eyes pools of darkness that seemed to pull at Gwena's soul and devour it.

"Care for some wine?" asked the Man as he stood up and went to a small pot hanging from a brazier.

He poured a cup for Gwena, then refilled his own. He returned to his chair, then held out a cup for her. The Elf girl tentatively took the cup and took a small sip of the wine. The warm liquid traveled through her body and relaxed her stiff back. The Man watched her drink, then took another swallow from his own cup.

"You know, it's really getting difficult to find elf females like you anymore. Ever since the Darklords destroyed the Kai two hundred years ago, all the creatures of Fey seem to be disappearing. It's a pity, since Elf women provide several important ingredients in Nadziranim magic. Did you know that I am a mage of the Right Hand?"

"I guessed that you were some kind of wizard," replied Gwena quietly.

"Yes, your people are steeped in magical lore. You're brought up around it. I can sense the sweet scent of magic in your blood right now," said the mage as he gazed hungrily at her.

Gwena swallowed the rest of her wine with a gulp, then nervously fingered her cup.

"Yes, it's a pity that there are so few left," whispered the mage as he flew from his chair and grabbed Gwena by the arms.

She whimpered softly as he pulled her to a pile of pillows and furs that served as his bed and threw her onto them. She cowered before the Man as he reached for a knife from a nearby table and sliced open her right arm. The girl screamed as he grabbed her arm and collected her blood with a copper bowl.

"Elvish blood is very useful in spells of clairvoyance and seeking," said the mage calmly as he collected more of her blood in the bowl and poured it into a glass jar.

After filling two jars with her blood, he whispered words of magic and stroked her wound. The slashed skin sealed back together and the wound disappeared without a scar to mark it. The mage pushed Gwena onto the pillows and ripped her shreds of clothing away. He gazed at her naked body with lust, then leaned down to spread her legs apart.

The Elf girl lay back limply as the Man began to rub her pussy with his right hand. She moaned lightly as her body grew warm and her cunt became wet from his caresses. Smiling coldly, the mage began to lick her pussy with his tongue, sending shivers across the girl's body as his tongue probed deeply into her vagina. His strong hands reached up to squeeze her round breasts and pinch her nipples as he probed deeply into her. She moaned loudly as she orgasmed, and a flow of love honey poured from her cunt. The mage quickly grabbed another bowl and collected the girl's cum with it.

"You may be interested to know that a Elf female's cum is also a very powerful ingredient in Nadziranim magic. Any dark mage who drinks it finds that his spells are twice as powerful for a limited period of time. Sex magic is a relatively new discipline, first discovered around 5150 by a Nadziranim wizard. It was quite an accident really, when the mage drank from a human princess's cunt as he raped her, then cast a fireball spell at a group of soldiers in one of the Northern Kingdoms, I forget which one.

The mage's name was Mordred, I think. He's quite a powerful Nadziranim arch-mage these days, serving one of the Northern Darklords I believe. Human women are satisfactory, but Elven women are even better, it's probably all the magic in your kind's blood," said the mage as he tied her wrists together and connected them to one of the tent poles.

The mage leaned forward to kiss Gwena roughly on the mouth, exploring her warm throat with his tongue. He pulled away, then began to suck eagerly on her right breast as his hands stroked her inner thighs and probed her wet pussy. The girl moaned softly as the mage moved to suck her other tit, then lick her warm, sweet flesh between her breasts. He undid his pants and pulled out his erect cock, then pulled her head up by the hair and forced his rod into her slack mouth. Gwena moaned in protest as the Man thrust his tool deeper into her throat. The Man smiled in ecstasy as he forced the naked girl to suck on his cock for several minutes, pushing her harder and harder against his crotch. He pulled away from Gwena, allowing her to gasp for breath, then he forced her legs open again and thrust his cock into her pussy.

Gwena gasped as the mage pushed his rod deeply into her love hole. Her sweat-soaked body rocked as he thrust deeper into her. Waves of orgasmic pleasure assaulted her mind as the mage fucked her without restraint. She came again, pouring a stream of love honey from her cunt. The mage collected her fluid, then penetrated her again, pushing deeply into her warm, tight pussy. She moaned louder as he licked her upraised legs and leaned forward to squeeze her heaving breasts. When the mage finally orgasmed, he spewed cum across her slim stomach and breasts then moved forward to run his cock across her sweaty face.

"Lick it, Elf bitch!" ordered the mage as he yanked hard on her long, blonde hair.

She reluctantly licked the sticky cum from his rod, then sucked lightly on the tip of his tool. The Man grunted with approval as the girl licked across his shaft, then sucked daintily on his balls until he pulled her away and pushed her down into the pillows.

The mage stood up, pulled on a nearby robe of red silk, and took the bottles with her fluids to a nearby strongbox, where he carefully placed them inside. He refilled his cup with wine, then walked to the entrance of the tent to summon a guard. While the guard was being sent for, the mage retrieved another silk robe, with the flaming eye symbol of the dark god Naar, one of many such symbols. He pulled the limp Elf girl to her feet and draped the robe lovingly across her creamy, smooth shoulders. He cinched the silk belt tight against her slim waist, then traced her cheek with his hand as the summoned guard entered the room.

"Take the Elf slut back to her cage. Make sure no one touches her but me. Is that understood?" asked the mage.

"Yessir! None of the men has harmed or bedded the wench, as you forbade us to earlier," replied the soldier.

"Good. She's my fucktoy until we reach the slave markets," said the mage.

"Very good, sir," acknowledged the guard as he took Gwena's arm and led her from the tent.

"Just so you know, you're the property of Vonotar the Second, mage of the Nadziranim," stated the Man with a wicked smile as Gwena left the tent.

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February 25, 5381 MS, The coast along Sea of Vaduz

The morning sun rose above the mountains of the east as Gwena stirred and opened her large, blue eyes. Her long blonde hair reflected the warm golden rays of the burning orb and she smiled in greeting to the light. The dark, silk robe inscribed with the sigil of Naar was warm against her soft skin, the fabric absorbing the sun's heat like a hungry beggar. The elf girl folded her arms across her ample breasts as the guards hurled the day's ration of stale travel bread and water flasks into the cell. The other elven girls quickly seized their food and retreated to the far side of the cage, leaving enough food and water for Gwena as she slowly rose from her corner and walked to claim her portion. An hour later, the cage jerked as the driver whipped the horses into motion and the convoy resumed its trek northwest along the coast.

Gwena nibbled her bread as she watched the cages and their escort make their way along the soft earth. The sky was clear, with only a few fluffy clouds to mar its perfection. To the west, across the sea, dark storm clouds began to advance on the slavers' convoy, with lightning flashing from one mote to another.

Hours passed, merging into afternoon as the formation wound its way along the water body until the elf girl could see two ships floating serenely in a natural bay. The wagon-cages and the mounted slavers continued their ride until they stood facing the bows of the two ships. One ship was a large merchantman, a fat galley with two tall masts and slits along the sides for oars. The second ship was deeper to sea, near the edge of the bay, and was sleek and agile, obviously a destroyer. Rows of lethal flash-cannons lined the flanks of both vessels, with crews of cruel-looking Men, which Gwena watched as they scurried about the ships.

A small shuttle broke away from the large galley and rowed its way to the beach. Vonotar dismounted his horse and stood holding the reins as the boat slammed lightly into the sand and crewmen quickly secured it to the beach. A tall, lithe woman with a wide-brimmed hat jumped from the shuttle and walked gracefully to where Vonotar stood. The two slavers bowed stiffly to each other, then walked together towards the cages. Gwena watched as the woman examined the prisoners of each cage, then finally made her way to the elf girl's cell.

Gwena gasped in surprise as she got a closer look at the slaver woman. The woman had deep, tanned skin and delicate features. Her hair was lustrous silver, and it cascaded in rich waves to her slim waist. Most surprising to Gwena was the slim, pointed ears and raised eyebrows that marked her as an elf--a dark elf. The elven slaver smiled coldly at Gwena as the girl realized the race of her new captor. The dark elf examined her prisoner coolly, then turned to Vonotar.

"Why does she wear a robe with Naar's sigil upon it?" inquired the elf woman.

"It was a small jest, a private joke on my part," replied Vonotar with an evil grin.

"Yes, very amusing," replied the dark elf sarcastically.

"Can you get all the slaves on board by nightfall?" asked Vonotar with a frown. "That storm from the west has me worried."

"Be calm, mage," said the dark elf with a smile, "all will be taken care of."

"See that it is," said Vonotar coldly as he glanced quickly at Gwena, then moved away to order his men about.

"Vonotar tells me you're his plaything," remarked the dark elf with a grin. "Perhaps you can play with me tonight, eh?"

"Go fuck yourself!" whispered Gwena sharply.

"Such language from an Elf of Light! I'm shocked!" whispered the dark elf as her eyes widened with laughter and she placed her hand over her heart. The woman chuckled softly and moved back to the shuttle to instruct her men.

The elven slaves were quickly and efficiently loaded in turns upon the shuttle and ferried to the galley floating in the clear water. The waves began to grow rougher as the approaching storm got closer to the coast. As the sun set upon the choppy waters, all of the slaves were aboard the slave ship, and it slowly set a course to sea. Gwena sat on a bench with two other elf girls in the large hold of the ship. Her slim right ankle was encircled by a thick shackle that linked with a chain that was bolted to the deck. The two elf girls on her bench sat far away from her as she pondered the appearance of the dark elf and what it would lead to.

The storm hit just as the two ships entered the sea and began to sail north. Vonotar and the dark elf stood near the helm of the galley as rain lashed the deck and thunder roared in their ears.

"Victoria! Should we make for Sheasu or sail directly for Telchos?" yelled the mage.

"We make for Telchos! If we try to reach Sheasu Island, we'll be sailing directly into the storm!" replied Victoria the dark elf with a shout.

"You're the sailor! Just don't risk my merchandise!" shouted Vonotar as he made his way towards the ladder to the lower hold.

"Don't worry! Anything happens to them, there goes my commission!" yelled Victoria as she pointed a course for the helmsman, then followed Vonotar's path.

The dark elf slid gracefully down the ladder, then opened the door to the passenger cabins and went inside. The slim, young woman shook the water from her body, then took off her waterproof poncho. She walked casually down the hallway till she entered her room at the far end and closed the door after her. She slid the doorbolt in place, then went to the secret hatch that opened into the cargo hold. She slid down another ladder, then lit a lantern from a nearby table.

She entered the dark hold, then scanned the ranks of slaves until she spotted Gwena sitting alone near the hull. Victoria smiled in anticipation, then walked to the elf girl and unshackled her from her bonds. Gwena stared at her with resignation as the woman pulled her to her feet and led her back to the captain's quarters.

Gwena sat on the only bunk as Victoria filled a crystal glass with dark, red wine and sipped it appreciatively. The dark elf shook her long, silver hair to free it of water, then moved to sit next to the elf girl.

"Drink some," suggested the elf woman as she held the glass in front of Gwena.

The girl took the glass and had a small sip, then coughed at its bitter taste.

"Drakkarim Bloodwine is difficult to cultivate a taste for. Most Men hate the stuff, as do Elves of Light, those that get out anymore, that is," said Victoria with a smile as she took another long drink.

Gwena felt dizzy as the bitter wine burned her throat and stomach. The dark elf drained her glass, then moved to a nearby trunk, and opened it.

"Take that robe off," commanded Victoria as she pulled out a leather corset and held it up for inspection.

Gwena continued to sit and made a sick face from the wine.

"Take it off, bitch!" screamed the dark elf as she glared at the girl with smoldering violet eyes.

The elf girl slowly undid the silk belt and pulled off the soft, black robe. Victoria walked back to the bunk and pulled Gwena to her feet. She spun the girl so her back faced forward, then placed the corset on the girl, tying the garment tight against her soft, creamy flesh. The corset left Gwena's breasts bare and forced them up and erect. The dark elf made Gwena put long, sheer nylons on her legs, attached to the corset by a black garter belt. Shiny, spiked-heeled shoes completed the outfit as the dark elf led the girl to the far end of the room and placed her wrists in leather shackles attached to a wooded support beam. Another set of leather shackles forced her legs apart, spread-eagling all of Gwena's limbs.

The boots of Victoria clicked against the hard wood of the deck as she walked to the chest and pulled out a long, leather whip. The dark elf licked her lips in anticipation as she flicked it once, then lashed the whip across Gwena's bare shoulders. The elf girl screamed in pain as Victoria lashed her flesh again and again. The girl could her the dark elf moan in ecstasy as she whipped her prisoner many times. Sweat and blood beaded on Gwena's skin as the woman lashed her ten, twenty, thirty times. The girl screamed with each lash, then her head lolled to the side, and her body went limp.

Victoria took off her clothes and licked her own erect nipples with her wet tongue. Her slim fingers rubbed the silver-haired mound of her pussy until she was wet with lust. The woman walked over to where Gwena hung limp and slid her hands along the girl's bare ass. The dark elf smiled as she knelt down and licked the girl's wet pussy with her tongue.

"So, the Elf girl of Light is turned on by the torture. What would your people say?" mocked the woman as she probed deeper into the girl's warm cunt with her wet tongue.

Gwena moaned softly as the woman tongue-fucked her pussy eagerly. Her face buried itself in the girl's blonde mound of love flesh, drinking the sweet nectar of sex that poured from the bound girl's fuck hole. Victoria's hands squeezed and pinched the girl's naked ass as she sucked deeply within the girl's pussy. After drinking and licking her fill, the woman licked along the girl's back until she reached her neck. The dark elf reached around to squeeze Gwena's round breasts then pulled the girl's head back by the hair. As Gwena moaned in pain, the woman kissed her roughly on the mouth, probing inside with her tongue. The girl moaned again as Victoria probed deeply within her slack mouth, then sucked lightly on her moist lips.

The dark elf moved back to the chest and strapped on a long, erect dildo. She swayed gracefully over to the bound girl and rubbed the slave's pussy with her right hand.

"Your flesh is trembling with desire, little slut," purred Victoria as she licked the girl's love honey off her fingers. "You elves of Light think you're so morally superior, but you're just as corrupt and decadent as the dark elves. You're a lying bitch! And I'm going to make you beg to lick my pussy!"

Victoria rubbed the tip of the dildo lightly across Gwena's bare ass and pussy, then inserted it softly into the girl's cunt. Gwena moaned loudly as the dark elf pushed the rod deeper into her and then began to thrust back and forth into her pussy. The bound girl's body rocked in its leather shackles as the woman fucked her harder and harder. Gwena gasped for breath, sweat dripping from her creamy skin as her pussy clung to the dildo and sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Victoria smiled and held onto the girl's long blonde hair with her right hand as she thrust her crotch against the barely clothed girl's ass. Gwena orgasmed repeatedly, and the dark elf lubricated the dildo with her cum, pushing the tool deeper into her cunt. The girl's round breasts heaved with effort as the woman hugged her close and caressed her naked tits lovingly. Victoria orgasmed violently and pushed even harder against the girl's body.

An hour passed as the dark elf fucked Gwena's pussy then licked the love honey from her cunt and the rubber dildo. Victoria placed another dildo in Gwena's slack mouth and plunged it deeply down her throat as she began another session of fucking the girl's pussy. The bound girl moaned as she took the rubber cock in her mouth, and remembered the gentle caresses of the rose plant before her capture. Her mind dwelled on her pleasant, safe lovemaking with the plant, and her flushed body began to eagerly respond to the plunging dildos in her orifices. She began to suck on the dildo in her mouth and push her crotch harder onto the thrusting dildo behind her, moaning softly with pleasure as she remembered better days.

Victoria watched her in surprise, then shrugged her shoulders and fucked the girl in earnest. The two females spent the rest of the stormy night in sexual ecstasy, until at the crack of dawn both elves orgasmed in unison. Gwena plunged into a pleasure-filled sleep, the scent of roses in her nose.

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February 26, 5381 MS

Gwena slept peacefully in the small bunk as the slave galley Blood Fang, sailed north to the city of Telchos. The dark elf, Victoria, whispered words of magic and gently massaged the sleeping elf girl's back, healing the welts left by the whipping she had endured the previous day. Finishing her spell, the elf woman smiled in satisfaction as she gazed at the smooth, creamy flesh of Gwena's shoulders and back, no trace or scar remaining to mar her beauty.

"Can't have the merchandise depreciate prematurely," whispered the dark elf as she walked away from the bunk and sat at her desk, opening a ledger to review profits over the last quarter.

Gwena awoke slowly, smiling with pleasure as she moved her shoulders and felt no pain. The girl turned over to lie on her back, then sat up and turned to watch Victoria warily.

"Good morning, little one," said the woman cheerfully as she closed the ledger and placed it in a secure drawer. She muttered the lock spell on the compartment, then stood up and stretched her back and arms. "I'll go get you something to eat. Meanwhile, my servant will attend to your needs," remarked the elf woman as she went to the door and stepped outside.

As the door closed behind her, Gwena spotted the black robe that Vonotar had given her, and she quickly pulled it over her naked body.

The door opened again moments later, and a small Giak stepped into the room and closed the door softly behind him. The ugly creature was about three feet tall, with scaly skin and a small crest that ran from his forehead, down his neck, and far down his back. Small, red eyes regarded the elf girl as he clasped a bundle of clothes in his small, clawed hands. He wore a simple, spun tunic and pants, with clawed feet showing beneath the hem. A stained apron completed his wardrobe, with artful splashes of sauce, flour and blood covering its surface. The Giak's mouth fell open as he gazed at Gwena, then he quickly scurried to the edge of the bunk and deposited the clothes in her lap. The elf girl backed against the hull of the ship and watched the creature warily as it turned its mouth into something resembling a smile.

"Lizard bring pretty lady new clothes. Mistress not like pretty lady wearing robe of Naar," said the Giak in a high-pitched squeak.

"Thank you, Lizard," replied Gwena as she found a white tunic, hose, and high, leather boots in the bundle of clothing.

The Giak smiled again and shambled over to a table with many beakers and pouches upon it. Gwena took the moment to quickly take off the robe and pull on the tunic and leg hose. The nylon clung to her shapely legs like a second skin, but the girl ignored the fit and pulled on the leather boots eagerly. The Giak turned to regard Gwena as she fastened a golden belt of silk around her slim waist, then it approached the girl holding a small leather pouch.

"When is Lady Victoria returning?" asked the elf girl curiously.

"Not for many minutes," replied the Giak purposefully. "Mistress has many duties to attend to." With that, Lizard opened the pouch and threw a cloud of white dust at the girl.

Gwena coughed as the dust entered her nose and mouth, then dizziness assailed her. She swayed on her feet, then fell limply to the ground. Lizard pounced on her prone form eagerly, and delicately pulled off her tunic.

"Mistress will not know if clothes are not torn," said the Giak with a giggle as it fondled the prone girl's round breasts, then leaned down to suck eagerly on them.

Gwena's vision swam as the creature bit her nipples until they were hard then licked her smooth neck and chin with its rough tongue. The girl blinked her eyes rapidly as Lizard kissed her deeply on the mouth, forcing its forked tongue into her slack mouth and entwining it with hers. The helpless elf girl could not move as the Giak carefully pulled down her hose and sniffed her blonde pussy mound hungrily.

The Giak licked the surface of her pussy, then pushed his muzzle deeply into her cunt, sucking eagerly at her tender flesh. A low moan escaped her moist, red lips as the creature explored her vagina and licked deeply into her, then across the surface of her creamy inner thighs. Warm cum began to flow from her pussy, and Lizard eagerly lapped up the nectar with his tongue. Gwena moaned as she orgasmed, then watched as Lizard moved to stand next to her head. He stroked her soft, golden hair, then opened her mouth carefully and inserted his small, stub cock into her warm mouth. The Giak grabbed her head in both hands and used it as a support as he thrust his rod deeply into her throat. The girl moaned softly as she involuntarily began to suck on his tool, enfolding it with her soft, moist lips.

Lizard purred with pleasure as he fucked her mouth with his cock then quickly shot a load into her mouth. She drank the hot jism quickly, then gasped for breath as the Giak pulled away from her mouth and moved between her slim legs again. He pulled her legs apart, exposing her wet love hole to his cock, then he thrust his erect rod deeply into her cunt. Her honeypot blossomed with warmth as she unconsciously pushed her crotch harder against his tool. Lizard purred loudly as he grabbed her thighs tightly and thrust harder into her warm pussy. The prone girl's breasts heaved with effort and she moaned loudly in ecstasy, orgasming again, and spurting cum across the Giak's apron and face.

Lizard squealed with delight and licked the honey with his tongue as he frenziedly fucked her cunt. The door to the cabin opened and Victoria entered the room with a tray of food just as Lizard orgasmed and shot his load deep into Gwena's love tunnel. The panting elf girl gasped with pleasure as the dark elf slammed the tray upon the desk and quickly seized the Giak by the scruff of his neck.

"Did I say you could fuck my slave, you little shit!" shouted Victoria into the cringing Giak's ear hole.

"No, Mistress. Lizard is sorry," replied the Giak with a downcast expression.

"Oh, you're going to be sorry," said the dark elf as she slapped him several times across the face, knocking out a couple teeth.

"Please Mistress! Have mercy!" screeched the Giak as he clasped his small claws together.

"You know better than to ask mercy from someone who has none," replied the woman coldly as she flung the Giak across the room and into the hard, wooden hull.

Lizard squealed in pain as he bounced off the wall, then he quickly came to his knees and bowed low in Victoria's direction.

"Great Mistress! Mighty Mistress!" moaned the Giak as he clasped his claws together in supplication and continued to bow.

"Oh, get up, you little bastard!" sighed the dark elf as she knelt to examine Gwena and quickly cast a cure to the magic powder Lizard had used. "If I catch you screwing this girl again, I toss you to the sharks."

"Never Mistress! Lizard will never screw pretty elf lady again!" promised the Giak fervently.

"Leave me. I'll summon you later to perform some tasks for me," said the dark elf.

"Yes, Mistress! At once, Mistress!" agreed Lizard as he moved quickly to the door and bowed repeatedly before closing it after him.

"Giaks," muttered Victoria as the elf girl sat up shakily and coughed to clear her throat. The elf woman stroked the girl's long, blonde hair as she blinked her eyes and focused on her captor.

"Feeling better?" asked the dark elf.

"Yes, much," replied Gwena. "What was that stuff Lizard used?"

"Just some spell powder that I use from time to time," remarked Victoria coolly as she helped the girl to her feet and led her to the desk. "Sit down and drink something."

"Thank you," replied the elf girl as she took a wooden cup of wine and drank greedily.

The dark elf smiled as Gwena refilled her cup from a pitcher, drank again, then began to eat the eggs, ham, and honeyed toast that the woman had brought her.

"Fucking in the morning can give you a big appetite," remarked the elf woman off-handedly, which made Gwena blush deeply, but didn't stop her from eating everything on her plate. When she finished, Victoria gathered the remains and placed them back on the tray.

"You'll stay here while I check on the ship. Later this afternoon, Vonotar wants to see you," said the woman as she stood up and carried the tray out of the room.

After Victoria had left the cabin, Gwena stood up and went to examine the dark elf's spell components. As she got closer to the table that Lizard had pilfered from, the elf girl felt a strong sense of repulsion and fear. The feelings got more intense as she drew closer to the table, until finally her body would not advance anymore. As Gwena backed away from the table, the bad feelings eased. She discovered similar barriers of avoidance on the sex toy chest and door. Sighing in frustration, the elf girl sat on a soft bench near the aft windows, and watched the frothy backwash of the slave galley as it sailed north to Telchos.

Morning blended into afternoon, and Lizard entered the room briefly with a tray of food. He quickly set it on the table and scampered out of the cabin before Gwena could speak to him. The girl shrugged her delicate shoulders and sat at the center table, attacking the sandwiches and fruit with relish. She drank the small flask of wine that came with her meal, then lay down on the bunk to take a nap. When she awoke, the sky had turned dark, and stars twinkled at her through the clear glass of the window. As she stood up from the bunk, the door opened, and Victoria entered the room, followed by the dark mage, Vonotar II.

The tall, muscular Nadziranim wizard had changed into black flowing robes, with the flaming eye sigil of Naar on the breast and back. His long, black beard had been trimmed, and he carried a large, leather satchel over his right shoulder. He bowed mockingly to Gwena as the dark elf woman muttered a brief spell, and globes of golden light appeared above the corners of the cabin. Vonotar set his satchel on the center table and began to withdraw magical implements as Victoria approached the elf girl and grabbed her lightly by the arms.

"Vonotar and I are going to perform a ritual that we cast on all new slave girls. It isn't painful, in fact, it's quite pleasurable. Just relax and let go," said the dark elf soothingly.

"What kind of spell is it?" asked Gwena softly as the Nadziranim began to draw a white pentagram on the wooden floor of the cabin.

"Well, it's a mind spell. It releases the subject's inhibitions and makes her desire sex in any form. It's a standard feature with all pleasure slaves," replied the dark elf calmly.

"You're going to make me act like a slut?" asked the elf girl in wonder.

"Elves are already sluts," growled Vonotar as he finished the pentagram and began to anoint the sigil with incense.

"Shut up, you prick," replied the dark elf as she pulled off Gwena's tunic, then knelt down to pull off the leg hose.

The elf girl watched curiously as Vonotar chanted in his deep voice and made mystic gestures into the air. Glowing runes of power hovered in front of him, then faded into the ether. The pentagram on the floor began to glow with a crimson hue as Victoria finished stripping off the girl's clothes and began to apply a warm salve to her skin. Gwena stood still as the dark elf rubbed the salve across her legs, stomach, breasts, and back. The dark elf kissed Gwena's tight ass softly after she finished applying the salve to her pussy and upper thighs.

Gwena began to feel dizzy as the incense wafted into her nose, and the warm salve soothed her creamy skin. Victoria led the girl by the hand into the glowing pentagram, then placed her in the center before leaving the circle to strip off her own clothes.

A naked Vonotar stood to the north of the symbol and began to chant words of power, "Kuz Dag Hoki! Kuz Okja! Kuz Jeg Zutag!" The dark mage chanted the words over and over as the naked dark elf woman stepped into the circle and faced the spellbound elf girl.

"Ok Okja Naar! Naar Hoki Eg Ok! Kai Gaz Eg Ok! Ok Kuz Eg Naar!" chanted Victoria in a clear, ringing shout.

Gwena swayed as the dark magic washed over her naked body. Sweat began to glisten on her skin as she began to breathe deeply, her nipples erect and hard in reaction to the warmth forming in her pussy. The dark elf moved close to the girl and kissed her deeply on the mouth, their tongues caressing each other as the woman fondled the girl's heaving breasts. Vonotar continued his chanting as he moved behind the girl and knelt down to face her shapely ass, then leaned forward to part her thighs and lick her wet snatch.

Gwena gasped in pleasure, staring ahead with glazed eyes as the dark elf leaned down to lick her tits lovingly, then bite gently on her nipples. Waves of sexual ecstasy assaulted the elf girl's body as the Nadziranim licked her cunt eagerly, then probed deep inside her love hole with his wet tongue. The girl panted for air as Victoria sucked on her breasts, tasting the girl's sweet flesh as she licked down the valley of her heaving bosom. Warm love honey began to pour from the girl's pussy as she felt her first orgasm of the night, honey that Vonotar drank like sweet wine.

The pentagram began to throb with power as Gwena was lowered onto her back and the dark elf moved to lick her cunt hungrily. Vonotar placed his erect penis on top of Gwena's lips, and she licked the tip of his tool, then caressed the shaft with her tongue. Vonotar groaned with pleasure as the girl took the cock into her warm mouth and sucked on it hungrily, taking it deep into her throat. The dark mage squeezed her round breasts as the dark elf probed her warm, wet pussy with her tongue, licking the inside of her vagina like a thirsty beggar.

Vonotar orgasmed into the prone girl's mouth, shooting cum deeply into her throat. She drank his jism eagerly, then licked the remains from the tip of his rod. Honey poured from Gwena's snatch into the elf woman's hot mouth as the dark elf drank it with relish.

Victoria and Vonotar gazed at each other, then raised their gaze to the stars and threw their hands into the air as both chanted, "Naar Narg Oknar! Naar Narg Hoki! Gwena Narg Kuz! Gwena Okja Oknar!"

The two dark mages chanted the words three times loudly, then stood up and switched positions. Vonotar knelt down between the naked girl's spread legs, and the elf woman knelt down near the girl's head. The Nadziranim placed his cock near the delicate lips of Gwena's wet pussy, and caressed her warm flesh with the tip. The girl shuddered with pleasure as Victoria bent down to kiss the girl roughly on the lips, then forced her slack mouth open and ravished her wet mouth with a eager tongue. The elf girl moaned loudly as the dark mage pushed his taut rod deeply into her yielding flesh and began to thrust deeply into her.

Gwena panted loudly as she pushed her crotch harder onto the Man's cock, while the dark elf straddled the girl's head and grabbed a handful of golden hair. The girl closed her eyes and moaned as Vonotar fucked her pussy relentlessly, grunting with effort and pleasure at his labor. The elf woman pulled the girl's head up by the hair and pushed her wet pussy onto the girl's face. Gwena inhaled the woman's sweet scent, then began to eagerly lick and suck on the woman's warm cunt flesh. Victoria's large, round breasts heaved in effort as she fucked the girl's mouth, smiling with pleasure as Gwena probed her pussy with a warm tongue.

The pentagram glowed with a bright, hellish light as the three, sweating, naked bodies writhed in carnal ecstasy. Vonotar shot a load deeply into Gwena's pussy, filling her crotch with warmth. The elf woman orgasmed, her naked, tanned body shuddering as warm honey poured from her snatch into Gwena's sucking mouth.

Finally, the elf girl orgasmed for the third time, her crotch thrusting wantonly against the mage's cock as she screamed, "Yes! Oh, yes, master!"

Vonotar backed away from the panting girl then rubbed his finger across her throbbing pussy, coating his finger with her warm cum. The dark mage stood up and moved to kneel opposite Victoria on the other side of Gwena's sweat-soaked face.

"Do you accept Naar as your lord and master?" asked Vonotar firmly.

"Yes, lord. Naar is my master!"

"Do you deny Kai and all his evil works?" asked Victoria as she panted lightly for breath.

"Yes, mistress. I deny the evil Kai!" replied Gwena as she gasped for air.

"Do you give your wanton body, and offer your sex-hungry soul to Naar and those that serve Him?" asked Vonotar as he stroked her sweat-slick blonde hair.

"Yes! I offer my naked body and surrender my soul and will to any servant of our Dark Lord!" replied Gwena as she licked her moist, red lips.

"Then drink the sweet honey of your own wanton body, and pledge your undying devotion to Naar, King of the Darkness, his servants, the Darklords, and his minions, the Nadziranim for the rest of your natural life!" chanted Victoria as she caressed the elf girl's soft breasts.

"I pledge my body and my devotion to Naar! I will fuck his servants when they ask, I will cry in pleasure to their whippings and shackles! I will drink their cum till my mouth overflows! I am the slut of the Nadziranim! The whore to the Dark Armies! I am the fucktoy of Darkness!"

"Then drink, and cast thy virtue to the winds!" intoned Vonotar as he dipped his cum-soaked finger into Gwena's eager mouth and watched with relish as she sucked deeply on his digit until her honey was gone, then licked his finger and hand until he removed it from her reach.

Vonotar and Victoria stood up, then backed away from each other till they stood outside the pentagram. They bowed to each other, then gazed up at the ceiling and crossed their hands over their naked chests.

"Naar Narg Oknar! Gwena Narg Kuz!" shouted both mages three times. They bowed to each other again, then clapped their hands together.

The pentagram flared in blood-red tones, then disappeared from the floor, leaving only a light burn mark to show its position. A small, black pentagram appeared on the inside of Gwena's left breast, marking her as Naar's property. The elf girl faded into a deep sleep, her mind filled with dark images of the Dazairn Plane and the decadent sexual acts inflicted on the slaves of the Dark God.

"That went well," commented Victoria as the two mages sat on the window bench and sipped glasses of wine.

"Yes, the elf bitch should fetch a fine price in Telchos. Perhaps I can finally get enough to pursue my true goal," said Vonotar as he gazed at the red wine in his glass.

"Buy a seat on the Nadziranim Council and learn the secrets of the Arch-Magi? I wouldn't hold my breath, with all the enemies you've made over the years," replied the dark elf with a grin.

"Quiet, wench! I'm the son of Vonotar the Dark! Destroyer of the cursed Kai!" declared the mage boldly.

"And we all know how well he did that," snipped the elf woman, just as the galley shook from a shock wave.

"What the hell?" shouted Vonotar as he shot to his feet and hurled his glass away.

"Sounds like a flash cannon," said Victoria as she drained her wineglass, grabbed her swordbelt, and ran swiftly out of the cabin towards the deck hatch.

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February 26, 5381 MS, Sea of Vaduz

The dark elf woman, Victoria, emerged from the hatchway and stood on the main deck as water rained down on the milling crewmen. The dark elf quickly climbed the ladder to the helm and cast a minor spell of Far-Seeing. The woman saw three, swift destroyers sailing towards her slave galley, their forward flash cannons adjusting their aim for another salvo. She squinted to make out the banner flying from all three ships, a green field with a blazing sun in the center. Emerging from the sun was the fur-tufted head of a snarling wolf.

"Shit! Privateers," muttered the dark elf as she turned to face her expectant crew and placed her hands on her slim waist.

"All right you dickless bastards! Man the guns! Now!"

The Mannish crew quickly obeyed their mistress and began to load the twelve cannons to port and starboard. Vonotar walked calmly through the struggling crew till he stood proudly at the bow of the ship, his black robes billowing in the ocean air. Two of the privateers moved north and south of the galley, hoping to flank the larger ship. The last privateer made course directly for the center of the slave ship. Victoria's escort vessel, a destroyer named the Black Plague, sailed aft of the galley and moved to intercept the southern attacker. All three privateers fired their cannons at long range, sending geysers of water into the air and soaking the slaver crew.

"Load cannon!" yelled Victoria as she watched the advancing ships. The crewmen quickly loaded bags of flashpowder into the cannon breeches, then the iron balls. A swabber cleaned the inside of the breech, then nodded to the gunnery officer.

"Aim!" shouted the dark elf as the officer sighted along the port cannons, then turned to nod to the captain.

"Fire!" said the woman before six cannons fired in unison and landed around the middle privateer ship.

Two balls smashed into the bow, while one fell amidships, and another impacted against the aft castle. Men screamed as wooden shrapnel and collapsing deck claimed their lives, and the destroyer began to list to starboard. The slave galley crew cheered as Vonotar cast a spell and sent a burning fireball from his right hand to the ship that sailed to the north. The fireball landed softly amidships, then exploded in a superheated blossom. Men screamed as their flesh was seared from their bones, and flaming corpses fell into the churning water.

The slave ship Black Plague advanced on the southern privateer and fired its bow cannons. Both shots missed, and the attacking destroyer returned fire with its guns. One shot smashed into the forecastle, sending both bow guns high into the air, along with the gunners. The other shot smashed into the lower starboard hull, letting a great inrush of water into the crippled ship's hold. The crew of the Black Plague dived into the water as the destroyer sank quickly into the sea. Schools of sharks swam gracefully around the floating men and snatched them below the waves to feast upon.

The remaining privateer turned to face the Blood Fang, and Victoria smiled at her opponent. She began to chant as the enemy ship fired its bow guns and hit the galley's main mast and port hull. Two guns flew into the air and smashed into the helpless crew on the main deck, meanwhile the sheared mast fell onto the deck, crushing several Men. Victoria grasped the helm rail with her left hand as her right aimed at the privateer and lightning bolts flew forward to smash into the ship's bow. The ammo stores near the cannons exploded, and the bow became awash in flames. The privateer turned to port, aiming its starboard guns at the slave galley.

The dark elf grimaced in frustration as the destroyer fired four guns at her ship, smashing more of the port hull, and shearing the bow from the ship. The dark elf watched Vonotar recoil before the bow exploded into flame and debris. Shrugging her shoulders, the woman ordered the remaining gunners to reload the port cannon as the Giak, Lizard, made his way into the aftcastle and descended the stairs into the cargo hold.

The hold was filling rapidly with water from several large holes in the port hull. Dead elf girls floated on the surface of the water as the others struggled to free themselves from their bonds, or huddled together in small groups. Lizard took out the shackle keys from his apron and quickly freed the nearest group of girls.

"Pretty girls mustn't die in nasty, cold water," muttered the Giak as he moved to the next group of slaves and unshackled them.

The freed slaves slowly made their way past the raging torrent of water and climbed the stairs to the main deck. As the elf girls emerged from the aftcastle hatch, another volley of cannon fire smashed into the hull, listing the galley to port. The slaves slid down the deck, then crawled to the port lifeboat, which they quickly boarded before the Men could stop them.

As Victoria screamed for Men to seize her property, the elves untied the boat, and went plunging into the water. The lifeboat rowed away as the privateer circled the remains of the gallery's bow and fired its starboard guns into the dying ship, making it sink even faster into the churning sea. Victoria slid down the helm ladder to the deck as the ship sunk to port. She went through the aftcastle hatch and climbed up the hallway till she reached the open door to her cabin and stepped inside. She watched grimly as Lizard slapped Gwena awake, and helped her to her feet.

"So, the little Giak has a soft spot," hissed the dark elf as the Giak and elf girl watched her with fear.

"Lizard like pretty elf girls," said the Giak softly.

"So does the captain," replied the woman with a smile as she quickly went to her spell component chest and tied pouches to her belt.

The ship lurched forward, sending the aftcastle into the air as the galley began to sink bow first. Victoria held onto the bolted chest as Lizard and Gwena fell towards the open hatch. Lizard grabbed the doorframe as the two fell past it, and the elf girl held tightly to his short legs.

The dark elf cast a spell, and she began to float above the tilted deck. She flew slowly down to the hanging couple and grabbed Lizard's hand tightly. The Giak whimpered as the trio flew up the cabin and through the large, glass window of the aft hull. The woman grimaced with effort as she carried her two passengers past the sinking ship and high into the air. Victoria watched as her ship sank swiftly into the cold waters of the sea of Vaduz--taking all of her assets with it.

She did have one asset left thought the dark elf as she turned to look at Gwena, then began to fly north to the city of Telchos.

Sweat collected on Victoria's tanned brow as she carried Lizard and Gwena with each arm and maintained her flight spell. The woman breathed heavily as the sea sped by below them, with no hint of land in sight. As the hours passed, the trio began to descend closer and closer to the ocean until the wave tips lapped across Gwena's feet. The elf girl looked up at the grim dark elf then came up with an idea.

She placed her free hand, the right, past her leg hose and against her pussy. She began to quickly rub her fuzzy snatch, then inserted one slim finger into her cunt. She began to breathe heavily as Lizard watched her and smiled with his feral teeth. The elf girl probed her love hole deeply with her finger, then inserted another to heighten her arousal. She moaned softly as she finger-fucked herself, until finally she orgasmed and released a trickle of honey onto her questing fingers.

Gwena quickly removed her hand from her crotch and held the wet fingers up to Victoria's face. The dark elf sniffed at the digits, then looked at the elf girl in surprise, making her blush in embarrassment. The woman eagerly licked the girl's fingers clean of cum, then kissed her fingertips softly. As the love honey increased her magic, the trio flew higher into the air till they soared high above the waves.

As the sun descended to the west, the great city of Telchos appeared on the horizon. Its ivory towers and domes beckoned the trio with promises of shelter and rest, but for one girl, a trial and a new master.

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February 27, 5381 MS, Telchos, Southern Magnamund

Gwena awoke in a soft bed, and gazed to her right to see Lizard curled up in a fetal ball next to her. The elf girl sat up and discovered Victoria sitting on the windowsill and drinking a steaming cup of tea. The cool air of the desert morning made Gwena shiver and pull the sheets over her naked breasts. The dark elf turned to regard the girl, then motioned to the dining table in the center of the room.

"Good morning, little one," said the woman softly. "Come and have some breakfast, it's the least I can do for you."

"Thank you," replied Gwena as she stood up from bed and put on her blouse and leg hose.

The dark elf smiled as the girl dressed then watched her sit at the table and pour some juice into a clay cup. The girl eagerly sampled portions of eggs, fresh bread, ham, and cheese, washing it down with several cups of orange juice. The dark elf rose from the window and walked to the bed, then punched the small Giak in the shoulder. The creature gasped in surprise, then rubbed its eyes and eyed the table hungrily.

"Go check out the slave block, see if they're setting up yet," ordered Victoria sternly as the Giak looked at her with wide, red eyes, then sighed and scampered out of the room.

Gwena looked at the dark elf with concern as the woman moved to the table and sat in a chair opposite the girl.

"You're really going to sell me?" asked the girl softly.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," replied the woman reluctantly.

"But I thought you liked me," said Gwena.

"Why, because I whipped and fucked you, then fucked you again when Vonotar and I cast the Possession spell on you? Think a little! I do that with every slut that I capture and ready for sale," replied Victoria vehemently.

"True. But it felt different with me, didn't it. I can tell you have feelings for me," whispered the girl hopefully.

"What if I did? I can't keep you now. I lost my ship, my slave stock, everything I ever owned!" shouted the dark elf as she gazed at the girl harshly.

"We could figure something out. You're a mage, you could teach me, then we could work together."

"Right, I'm going to teach a slave that I raped and branded to cast magic and kill me when my back is turned," muttered the woman darkly.

"I wouldn't kill you. You were the first person that I ever had sex with," replied the elf girl softly.

Victoria's gaze softened slightly as she heard this admission, then her heart hardened, and she frowned again.

"I'm sorry, little one, but I have to sell you. It's the way things have to be."

Gwena opened her mouth to plead again, but looking at the dark elf's resolute expression, she closed her mouth again and sat with slumped shoulders. Someone knocked on the door, then Lizard opened it and hurried to the side of his mistress.

"Slave market open, Mistress," said the Giak softly.

"Good. Get the choke collar from my pouch, then bring it to me," ordered the woman.

The small Giak quickly went to the pile of pouches that Victoria had saved from the Blood Fang. He reached his arm deeply into one of them, then withdrew a small, leather collar studded with gold pips. Lizard brought the collar to the dark elf, who stood up and approached a vacant-eyed Gwena. The woman placed the collar around the girl's delicate neck then fastened it tightly against the girl's skin. Victoria muttered a quick spell, then the collar glowed red briefly before fading.

"We're going," said the woman coldly as she gathered her pouches, then fastened her swordbelt to her slim waist.

The trio left the inn and walked north, towards the great slave market of Telchos. When they arrived at the large, open square, dozens of traders and buyers milled around, examining slaves and making private bids for the better stock. A huge, wooden dais, with a small, sweat-stained block of wood, dominated the square. A tall, thin man in black robes stood upon the dais, examining a sheet of parchment as merchants lined their merchandise for the sale.

Victoria led the elf girl by the hand as they made their way through the crowd till they stood at the back of the waiting line of slavers. Morning moved into afternoon, and the line moved slowly as slaves were auctioned and sold. Gwena sweated heavily and grew slightly dizzy as she waited for her turn, while Victoria slitted her eyes, then reached into one of her pouches. The woman withdrew a strange device with two black, crystal lenses attached to a metal frame. The dark elf placed the frames over her pointed ears and nose, with the lenses over her eyes.

"What's that?" asked the sweating girl curiously.

"An invention of a dark elf about a hundred years ago. He called them sunglasses, to protect a dark elf's eyes," replied the woman distractedly.

Hours passed, and Gwena could now see the stairs leading to the dais. As she swayed from the heat, Lizard pulled lightly on her right hand. The elf girl looked down to see the Giak holding a cup of ale and a small sandwich. Gwena smiled at the Giak then leaned down to kiss him lightly on his head ridge. The small Giak blushed a deep crimson as the girl took his offering and greedily drank the ale. The dark elf watched this exchange out of the corner of her eye, but did nothing.

As the sun began to set, Gwena was pulled up the stairs and placed up on the wooden block near the pasty, tall, man. He glanced at his record sheet, then bellowed in a loud voice, "Here is a fine Elven wench from the eastern forests. Her name is Gwena, and she would be a fine concubine or serving girl. The owner's price is one thousand gold crowns!"

"Fifteen hundred!" shouted a large, fat Man in rich merchant's robes.

"Two thousand!" offered a Helghast in its natural, skeletal form.

"Three thousand!" yelled a large, Giak chieftain.

"Six thousand!" roared a black-cloaked Helghast Lord as he grasped his Power Staff tightly.

"Six thousand! Do I hear seven? Six thousand going once, six thousand going twice, six thousa..."

"Twelve thousand!" yelled the fat merchant as spittle fell upon his black beard.

"Twelve thousand! Do I hear thirteen?" asked the thin man as the buyers muttered amongst themselves.

No one outbid the merchant, and the thin man motioned him forward after the sale was final. The fat merchant waddled over to the dais, with a small, human girl following after him.

When the thin man asked for the money, the merchant snapped his fingers, and the girl gave the seller a fat bag of gold from her haversack. The merchant gazed hungrily at Gwena as she was led down the stairs and presented before her new master. The merchant reached forward to squeeze her left breast, then quickly touched her collar and muttered words of magic. The collar glowed green to his touch, then faded. The fat man turned and began to waddle away from the market, while the young girl grabbed Gwena by the hand and began to tug on her to follow.

The elf girl turned to face Victoria as the woman tucked the money pouch into her own bag, then she looked up and blushed from the girl's gaze. Lizard walked forward and hugged the girl's left leg, and she held him tightly before he pulled away. The dark elf walked up to Gwena, tilted her head up by her chin, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. The girl returned the kiss before Victoria pulled away and began to walk out of the market.

Before the woman left, she turned slightly and said, "If it means anything, I wish you well. May Naar protect you."

The beautiful dark elf left the slave market, with a small Giak reluctantly following her.

"Come on," said the girl desperately as she tugged on the elf girl's hand.

The collar she wore began to get warm as the merchant got further away from her, so she quickly followed after her new master, tears glistening before her eyes.

The Crow's Nest was a bustling tavern near the harbor, filled with the usual assortment of thieves, sailors, and whores. Sitting at a small table near the corner, a man in tattered navy blue robes and cloak drank slowly from a tankard of ale, a hood hiding his features from the other revelers.

The tavern door opened, and a sweating man in a merchant's apron entered and found the robed stranger. As the merchant walked towards him, the door opened again, and a Helghast in natural form entered the tavern and pointed a wand at the merchant. As the man turned, the undead monster spoke a harsh word of magic, and bolts of green light flew from the wand and smashed into the merchant, making him scream in agony as he fell to the floor and died. The robed man set down his mug as the Helghast walked up to his table and sat across from him.

"You've led me on a merry chase, Brandon," hissed the creature as he sat back and aimed the wand at the man.

"It wouldn't be fun if I didn't run, would it?" said the man softly as he slid his right hand casually under the table.

"Oh, it was fun. But now the fun's over. I'm going to get a big reward for bringing you in," replied the Helghast as it licked its rotted lips.

"Really, how much is that slug, Agarash, offering for my head?"

"A king's ransom, and it's not your head that he wants," replied the undead smugly.

"How about I give you five hundred gold crowns, and you forget that you saw me," said the robed man as he made intricate gestures under the table with his right hand.

"Five hundred? Give me a break! Every bounty hunter in the Great Desert is going to be after your ass. I'm taking you in before someone else does."

"Over my dead body," said the man coldly.

"That's the idea," replied the Helghast with a grin. "I've been looking forward to this."

"Yes, I'm sure you have," remarked the man as he pointed his forward finger at the creature, and blue lightning shot forward to impale the Helghast's chest.

The undead monster screeched loudly before going limp and collapsing on top of the table.

Brandon stood up from his chair, drained his mug then walked over to the dead body of the merchant. As the other patrons watched him apprehensively, the robed man took a parchment case from the dead man's body, then strode past the bar. He flipped a gold crown at the bartender on his way out.

"Sorry for the mess."

As she worked for her new master, a merchant named Gates, time passed slowly for Gwena. Her master was known as a man of greed and ruthlessness, who enjoyed satisfying his appetites. The elf girl dreaded what he would do to her on her first night, but he left her alone. She stayed in a small room with the other slave of the household, Jemma. The human girl was about sixteen years old, with long, black hair and full breasts. She was petite and slim, very beautiful on all accounts. Fear filled her eyes, however, and she was always quick to serve their master when he called.

One night, Gates raped Jemma several times, then pushed her from his bed and shouted her back to her room. The small girl cried pitifully, and Gwena let the child sleep with her in her small bed. After that, Jemma always curled up with the elf girl when they slept, and they held onto each other against the cold night.

Finally, one night as Gates ate at his large table, Gwena stood next to his chair and served him wine when he demanded it. The fat merchant went through two flagons of the liquor before he slumped back in his chair and bellowed for Jemma. The slim girl hesitantly entered the room and stood at the far end of the table.

"Prepare my sitting room, bitch! I wish to be entertained tonight!" shouted Gates as he took another long pull from his tankard, spilling wine over his beard and silk tunic.

The fat man staggered to his feet as Jemma ran to obey him, then leaned heavily against the elf girl as she staggered against his weight and helped him to the sitting room. The chamber was hexagonal, with light globes set in each wall. The far wall had a large mound of cushions near it, and Gates steered the elf girl towards them. As he sat heavily upon the silken pillows, Jemma entered the room carrying a beautiful crystal orb.

"Let it go, you little slut!" shouted Gates as he drained his tankard, then motioned for Gwena to refill it.

The human girl let go of the orb, and it floated gracefully to the ceiling, where it hovered expectantly.

"Dance, slut!" commanded the merchant, causing the orb to glow with a warm, white light, then plunge the room into darkness.

A shaft of light speared on Jemma, and she looked fearfully at her master.

"Dance, you little whore!" bellowed Gates as the elf girl refilled his vessel.

Jemma moved to the center of the room then began to dance as the orb filled the room with sultry music. The raven-haired girl spun slowly around the room, rolling her slim hips in a suggestive way. Gates smiled lustfully as the small girl swayed back and forth, then began to unlace her tunic. Drool slid down the fat merchant's lips as Jemma took off her tunic, revealing her round, pert breasts. She caressed them with her hands before turning to wiggle her shapely ass in her master's direction.

Gwena stood near the Man as the lithe girl took off her short skirt and swayed her ass hypnotically to the music. Gates undid his pants and began to massage his dick while the girl twirled her black hair around her, then turned to face her master and move her hand slowly down her tight stomach to her crotch, where she slowly rubbed the spot over her pussy. The Man panted loudly as he choked his chicken, then he looked up at Gwena, who had a slightly disgusted frown on her face.

"Come over here and suck my cock, bitch!" ordered the Man before he turned to watch Jemma take off her panties and throw them aside.

As Gwena held back, the collar around her throat grew hot, and she found it difficult to breathe. The elf girl quickly knelt down in front of the panting fat man and took his cock delicately in her mouth. He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pushed her face hard against his crotch, thrusting his dick deeply down her throat. He moved her head back and forth against his rod as Jemma swayed before him, then put one of her fingers lightly against her pussy. She rubbed her snatch gently, then put a finger in and began to probe deeply into her cunt, forcing her to pant for breath and thrust her crotch towards the reclining man.

Gates pushed harder against Gwena's head, making her take even more of his erect cock in her mouth as he fucked her sweet lips. The Man orgasmed quickly, cum shooting down her throat and across her lips. He watched as she licked his jism from her mouth, then he ripped open her blouse and began to suck greedily on her round tits. She moaned convincingly as he rubbed his face against the soft, white skin of her breasts, then tore off her skirt and panties before fondling her blonde snatch with his hand.

Jemma squeezed her round tits and licked the nipples before lying down on the carpeted floor and spreading her legs open. She caressed her left breast as she reached down with her other hand and fingered the lips of her pussy. Wet cum gleamed against her warm flesh as she stuck one finger, then two into her throbbing cunt and plunged them deeply inside. She moaned loudly as she finger-fucked her pussy and squeezed her tit. Sweat glistened on her forehead as she thrust her crotch wantonly onto her slim fingers, her creamy breasts heaving with effort.

Gates forced Gwena on her hands and knees, then turned her till her shapely ass pointed towards him. He spread her legs, then leaned down to lick her wet pussy with his tongue. She moaned as he probed deeply into her cunt, licking her warm flesh and sending waves of sexual pleasure through her body. She squeezed her left breast as her long blonde hair stuck to her sweat-streaked skin. Gates backed away from the elf girl's sweet pussy and watched as Jemma licked her cum from her probing fingers.

"Get over here and let Gwena eat out your pussy," ordered the fat man as sweat poured from his face.

"Master, please," begged the naked girl softly.

"Do it now, you little bitch!" screamed Gates as his skin turned beet red.

The naked girl reluctantly stood up and walked in front of Gwena as the elf girl moaned loudly to the Man's resumed licking. Jemma knelt down in front of the panting girl, then leaned down to kiss the elf girl softly on the lips. The human girl pushed her tongue delicately into the elf girl's warm mouth, and their tongues caressed each other slowly. Jemma backed away from the elf girl, then smiled softly as she leaned down to caress the elf girl's hanging breasts, then get on her back so that she could squeeze in and suck hungrily on Gwena's tits.

The elf girl moaned as her breasts were sucked and her pussy licked by the panting Man. She orgasmed powerfully, hot love honey spurting into Gate's eager mouth. He drank her cum like it was the sweetest, most delicious elixir he had ever had, then he licked every inch of her pussy-flesh to make sure he got it all. When he finished, the Man knelt up and put his cock gently against her warm pussy. He caressed her soft flesh with it before plunging the rod deeply into her tight cunt. Her love hole squeezed and caressed his dick as the Man thrust into her, forcing her naked body to rock in time to his thrusts.

Jemma backed away from the elf girl's round, heaving, delicious tits then kissed the panting girl passionately on the mouth. Saliva dripped from the two girl's mouths, but Jemma licked it off eagerly. She lay down on her back and thrust her throbbing cunt in Gwena's face, and the elf girl quickly bent down to lick the human girl's pussy. Jemma moaned loudly as the elf girl sucked eagerly on her soft pussy-flesh, then probed deeply into her fuck-hole with a warm, wet tongue. Jemma lay limply on her back as her round breasts heaved and sweat trickled down her face. As darkness began to descend over her vision, Jemma felt her first pleasurable orgasm, and torrents of sexual ecstasy smashed into her brain, making her spurt her warm love honey into Gwena's waiting mouth before she fainted with happiness.

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