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CAUTION: Heresy ahead. If you are triggered by things such as mamono women pushing captured humans into servitude, turn back and report to Nun Aurelia for a debrief.

YEAR: 2 Years after Megiddo. Maou is seemingly dead, and both sides are in disarray. Another skirmish.

Grimdark summary : Captured by dark elves and tamed/dragged into mamono servitude.

Part 1: Male
Part 2: Female

***INQUISITION PROTECTS, RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY***

***DO NOT TAKE AFTER THESE VILE RACE TRAITORS***

The Lescatian Marshal lined up his papers. time for another skirmish.

The mamono had struck another town and made off with everyone, women and children in carts. Their slavers had worked overtime just to pick a town devoid of men during day labor. No one paused to think why women and children were carried off.

Luckily the Marshal knew a way for compromise. Levying additional taxes, he had put up a war party. One armed to the teeth with angry knights. It had a hidden stash of ransom money for a carrot and swords, maces and chastity enhanced knights as a stick.

Scribbling the orders, he stamped the orders and gave them to his courier without further ado. Saluting, the courier dashed towards the barracks to sound the clarion of war.

***

"TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN HUT!"

The humans stood at full attention. 20 Knights, 30 men-at-arms and a war cleric from Lescatian monastery of St. Marguerite. Their equipment wasn't up to date or perfect, but they were grown-up and motivated.

Skylar was a young knight squire who had finally been knighted. He stood at full attention even though he knew he didnt feel "that" ready. His armor was polished to perfection and he was eager to fight, however. Nothing was more honorable than to defend humanity from rapist monster girls who would take men's chastity and seperate them from their families.

Fiona was a Knight of St. Celestine, a bright woman who hailed from Alba, a far, far northern Island where people would still paint themselves blue and worship nature were it not for Lescatian missionaries. A tall, thick woman with skin pale as marble, a lot of freckles and eyes greener than emeralds sparkling in a river, she was also a paragon of virtue, clad in crimson plate armor and glowing with purity.

Coming from a clan where women were also constantly embroiled in clan warfare, she was more than capable to fight and kill on her own. Her appearance and charm had attracted the eye of the missionaries, and she was eventually drafted to Knighthood.

Armed with her warhammer, she was eager to earn her spurs and protect the innocent.

"You will be striking deep inside a mamono town and get out civilians held by dark elf monsters. Allfather's blessings go with you. Show no mercy."

The soldiers saluted, and on a bugle blast, started marching towards their destination.

***

The expedition went easily. they marched across green forests and plains by day, and rested by night. The wardogs could sniff out mamono so it was safe to rest at night.

Skylar's caravan was in high spirits, less than disciplined, and the battle nun was young and aloof. No good companions for traveling but they were capable healers and warriors, and they had a female knight who had arrived from the north. A red-headed, freckled, tall and mighty woman with a chest fit on a Holstaurus matron and legs that would give an Oni shame.

A lot of knights joked behind her back. And more than once would a Dark Elf sneaking across the woods would watch the party, her eyes gleaming at the sight of the woman, and the value of her exotic beauty.

When the sun rose, they were roused by the captain.

"Marshal said the "town" is ahead. We will charge in and rescue whom we can. Fill the carts with everyone and gallop back. Understood?"

That dawn, the knights drew their weapons and started marching to battle, archers and men-at-arms ready to liberate their kin.

***

"Sister Bunbun! Sister!"

The imp girl, a small humanoid mamono that looked like a miniature girl wearing pink leather armor sprinted back to the encampment to warn her sisters, trying hard not to smack her face on her swinging boobs.

She hated it, which forced her to resort to legwork and mercenary career to get a spirit energy fix. It cost too much to sneak in human lands under magic disguise to hunt pedophiles and her pay and strength did not make enough to buy a human and keep it.

"Men are coming!" She was exhausted, her tiny trident at her back as she sat down on a log to catch her breath. "We move the ones we snatched?" She pointed to the cage full of women and children hugging each other and glaring at BunBun.

The other imp shook her head. "Nu. We run. Men open cages, win time." She lifted her sister by the arm and blew on a small whistle before running to the direction of the sunset. "We paid when we get back!"

"Run run!" The two imp girls disappeared in the woods; followed by a rumbling sound of clanking armor and shouting men.

***

Scores of knights, shouting hymns and warcries, charged towards the encampment guarded by silhouettes wielding spears...only to reveal that they were manniquins, some painted with rude remarks.

"What?"

The confused humans opened cages to embrace and rescue women and children and load them to the wagons to spirit them away. The grateful human peasants were soon loaded and ready to leave within less than an hour.

There were no sounds. The horse carts left without any problems, the peasants gratefully praised the men and women rescuing them.

Every soldier looked around, puzzled, at the lack of response. Even the woods were silent, hinting at a dark possibility: Ambush.

From the silence, a series of squeals and feminine warcries erupted. Panicked soldiers drew their weapons and huddled together to shield themselves.

"Yeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

Face painted, joyfully screaming monstergirls of all races started towards the human rescue party double time. A mixed bunch of mamono who more looked like a horny group of fratgirls with weapons were to be their ambushers. The human men shivered, hesitated and drew steel.

Fiona prepared her warhammer, planting both feet firmly to receive the charge in front of all the men to prove herself. "Come and get it you bitches!"

She swung low, catching a Minotaur girl by the stomach and sending her smashing towards a tree.

"Fuck yeh, ye fooking cow!" Twirling her hammer, she knocked down several more, and a Jinko who was about to leap towards her. A weak moan was all the minotaur could bellow back.

"I'm a minotaurussssssssss..."

"FOOKIN' WANKER MORE LIKE!" She kicked her jaw to knock her out cold.

"YE bitch-boned *slam* cock-loving *smash* rapey *crack* HOOERS! AH'LL RIP OFF YER HEADS AND SHITE DOWN YER NECKS!"

A swing threw a charging Ushi-Oni fly to the treetops, grasping the branches in horror while rubbing her stomach with her hind legs. "The fuck this is broad? SISTERS! HELP!" She mewled. "I'm afraid of heights!"

Fiona was in a righteous fury, delivering blow after blow to knock out every monstergirl that charged at the group. Kicking earth upwards, she jabbed with the hilt to the gut of a goblin, and heaved her over her head, sending her squealing towards another tree.

The men stood idle for several seconds, shocked by her ferocity. Then, brandishing weapons, each screamed their own warcry before joining the fray.

***

Skylar knew he was in trouble when an electrified sling bullet slammed his chest. Grimacing, he swung his baton and knocked out the goblin mamono cold. It didnt feel right hitting a small girl, yet this was a monster girl with an oversized club and a grin that scared him.

Other knights had no trouble knocking out and injuring the mamono, and regrouping around the caravan...where was it anyway? Right behind the tr-

Shit.

Skylar realızed he was lost when a small, greyish bullet flashed near his head and cancelled all sensation for a while. Blinking and recovering, he shook his head to find himself in a completely random location.

Worse, two lizardgirls flanked him. Ducking just in time, he elbowed one on the throat and clubbed the other, twisting free and running wildly towards an opening...

Only to bump into the soft, jiggly, ample bosom of a Holstaurus medic and crashing on her jiggly bosom with an "oof". The feeling was heavenly; his tired face felt the soft embrace of rich, soft pillows smelling of milk and feminine perfume. Her face went red as her hands flailed to shove him away. "N-n-not so fast sir! I was supposed to heal the injured and..." The holstaurus ran away in shame. "T-that knight groped me! That knight GROPED ME!"

"goddamnit..."

"HA! At least he is honest! Get him!" Completely panicking Skylar broke into a sprint, with a dozen mamono running after him, screaming like crazy schoolgirls.

"RAPE HUNT! RUN, BITCH! RUN!"

Skylar dropped his armor and shield, and kept running desperately until two hellhound girls leapt on him. He dodged the first, stumbling to the right, but then his vision turned around, was filled with two warm meaty paws and a grinning, friendly face of a Hellhound girl whose eyes spewed fire. "Hiya!"

His feet slipped, and he felt like flying until a sharp pain...

"Gotcha!" His world went black.

...

"Goddamnit Nana. You banged his head. You could have killed him!"

The hellhound whimpered, paws scratching the ground. "Sorry."

"You are paying for the healing potion." The hellhound whined and her tail sank as her Salamander captain scolded her with a rolled newspaper on her head: Mamono Times.

***

No more...pain...screams...

Skylar felt the throbbing pain and ringing sensation in his head cease slowly as a sweet, cherry-tasting substance filled his mouth.

"Swallow. It's healing." Hands pinched his nose and massaged his throat gently until he could.

"Good boy." His pain receded, and he could think clearly again. "Feeling better?" He nodded weakly, but then realized they had removed his armor and weapons, and he sat near a campfire, next to a Salamander woman, one of the muscular, large mamono women he was told about. Her golden scales flickered golden next to the fire as she watched him with a curious gaze.

'You'll be washed and fed." His captor had announced matter-of-factly. "Stay still, and we'll be over this quickly. Then the girls will have their fun with you and probably sell you off. No, no no don't frown. A lot of men would be happy in your stead. I don't care if you love men instead." The salamander leaned over him and kissed his cheek, savoring the sweat. "We need spirit energy, are thirsty and bored. So grin and bear it if you don't like it." Skylar sighed, and nodded. The salamander smiled and patted his head affectionately.

"That's a good lad. I'll tell them to treat you gently. " She motioned him to strip. "Take them off. Let's see what we caught." Poking his belly softly, the salamander girl helped him to take off his battered clothes to see a well toned, yet hairless body at the zenith of puberty: with a hint of abs, enough biceps and a face that was afraid, cute and still beardless. The salamander grinned. "Nice. Now shuck them off and come with me to the spring. Let's get you washed and oiled."

Skylar was pulled gently, but firmly to a hot spring, blushing furiously when a lot of naked monstergirls were leaving with hungry stares directed at him, some even muttering: "Fresh meat.", giving his buttocks a slap or pinch as they passed. The Salamander slowly pushed him to a sitting position inside the spring, and sank herself as well.

Skylar's head was still hurting until the Salamander slowly heated the water with her sizzling tail, and daubed his forehead with a balmed towel. Soon he felt his pain recede, and his stare relaxed...now he realized he was in the arms of a naked salamander. Her grin and eyes looking at his crotch told as much.

"You are hard so soon?" Blushing, he turned away. Her strong, scaled hands gently grabbed his jaws and turned his eyes to hers. "Answer me."

He hesitantly spoke. "Yes." That only made his captor's eyes narrow.

"Explain."

"My..."

"Your?" Raising eyebrows, the fiery salamander-girl squeezed harder.

"You made me...ow"

The salamander grinned. "I made you what?" She cupped his balls. "They say men say everything once you squeeze'em." Her hands applied pressure... which increased as his balls were slowly crushed.

"YOU MADEMEHARD!" Suddenly, his captors burst in laughter. Skylar shied away and slumped inside the water, holding his groin.

The Salamander laughed, her tail swishing with delight. "Good. Now let's scrub you and I'll have a first taste." She started wiping his body gently, scrubbing with some nice smelling field soap (Mamono Empire's rations) and kept cleaning him as the girls opened wine casks and started celebrating in a drunken, rowdy fashion. Some tackled the tied up men and rubbed their bodies on them, until the men stopped struggling and smiled back shyly. Kissing and stripping them, the mamono had started a drunken orgy in their campsite as Skylar was being cleaned.

Eventually, he was lifted, dried and brought to the campfire, her scaly arms protecting him. "Hey girls, this is the prey that wanted to run!"

The girls hooted and whistled as if receiving a dancer in their midst, some hollered and laughed. He was gently put on a bedroll that the Salamander had prepared for him. The mamono resting looked at each other meaningly.

"I'm first." The salamander girl, who had treated him snapped off her bikini armor bottom, revealing a moist, pink, glistening pussy emerging from a delightfully cute, trangular patch of gold colored protective scales

"Ahh~~" She closed her eyes and her tail snapped up, sending a small puff of fire from the sheer pleasure as his meaty cock slid between her scaly thighs and deep into her silky soft womanhood. "Whoah... He is huge!" was all she could gasp, her eyes fluttering from the nice sensations after battle. The salamander moaned loudly, shamelessly to echo across the campsite, much to the laughter of other mamono who weren't cuddling, kissing and fucking other captive men.

"Come on, make him cum already!" The Salamander growled as a goblin girl slapped her butt, prompting her to move faster.

"I'm trying!" Ignoring the gasps Skylar gave, the Salamander started moving her hips faster, squeezing her thighs to make her captive cum inside her. "Come on boy! When I squeeze no man lasts more than ten seconds!" Repeatedly hopping on his pelvis, the Salamander started to shudder as the overstimulated lad started to moan and gasp.

"Come on! Twenty second-HGIII!" The Salamander herself shuddered, rocked by a premature ejaculation as her tired, pent up body clenched, her pussy squeezing the captured boy's cock like a vice. Skylar screamed himself, shuddering and desperately shaking as his cock twitched in the flaming-hot grip of his Salamander dominating his groin.

His connected part with her exploded in warm, creamy bliss as he unloaded in the Salamander's womb, his balls pumping away inside her hot, burning womanhood.

...

"That was...good..." Was all the serpentine mamono could muster, her tail giving small bursts of fire with every orgasmic shudder. Her friends pushed and poked her, claiming to be next in queue and impaling herself on Skylar's still twitching cock.

"ME NEXT!" A goblin jumped on him, landing on his groin like an athletic little fleshlight and impaling herself on his cock.

"owww...that's gotta hurt." A werewolf girl flinched.

The painful stimulation was too much for Skylar as the petite Goblin moaned and started moving her hips , firmly engulfing his penis with her tiny pussy. The rest of the audience laughed, clapped and kept drinking wine. "FFF-uck! NO WAIT!" Skylar squealed as his circumsized penis was being tormented by the pint-sized fucktoy of a goblin girl bouncing up and down on it.

"Come on! Show me big boy!" She giggled and started hopping up and down, slapping lewdly against his cock. Skylar screamed in ecstasy, much to the amusement of the mamono around him. The goblin girl giggled, using her club as leverage, leaning on it and pumping her hips to torment Skylar's tortured cock for several minutes.

Her breathing ragged, her movements becoming faster, his goblin rapist giggled and moaned until she could hop no more, and slid down his cock, mewling with a shudder. The goblin girl bounced up and down his cock several more times until she squeaked in delight. Again, the young knight who had endured so much and now had lost his virginity, gasped, shuddered, and went limp under her.

Her tight pussy leaked cum which she desperately tried to hold in with her tiny hands.

Skylar shuddered again, the pain and pleasure becoming too much for him. Sobbing, he eventually cried out in pain, saying he'll be obedient if they stopped. Laughing, his captors gently rubbed him clean and started sharing their food with him.

"Come girls, a little break for the virgin boy."

"Can we keep him?" The goblin girl mewled in delight.

"No, Mei chan. We sell the men to the Dark Elves after raping. That was the deal. You want husband, you buy out one HERE, from your share and savings and retire with him." The Salamander warned them.

Skylar heard "Dark Elf", eliciting a mewl and a half-hearted attempt at escaping, only to have a lasso wind around his legs and get pushed down.

"LIE. DOWN. Looks like he recovered, who's next!" Skylar exhaled in agony, and slumped seeing eager paws and hands. Adorable feminine faces covered his sight, landing kisses, licks and suckling tongues around his body. Apparently the mamono fed on any male essence, and his body's heat was no exception.

A surprised laugh signaled his erection, and a very wet feeling below his balls made him try to get away, only to be held down again.

"NOT THERE!"

"Fufufufufu~ boys get frisky when you lick their assholes!" A goblin girl giggled. More hands started jerking his cock that he could remember, and Skylar shuddered and let himself go.

The feeling of a dozen hands wandering about his groin, wet and ticklish filled his mind as another orgasm made him splatter the eager faces with more cum...that was the last thing he could remember before he blacked out and let oblivion claim him.

He felt the wet tongues, laughter and hands even in the soft fields of sleep..

***

He briefly remembered being put on a cart and delivered to some building before consciousness returned...in the shape of a cold poke. Blinking, he woke up to a Dark Elf dressed as a nurse playing with a collar and a small health chart.

"You will speak when spoken to, understand, boy?" The Dark Elf menacingly glared at him. Afraid, Skylar nodded. "Good."

"Name?"

"S-skylar..." He hesitated, making the dark elf chuckle.

"You don't have to be THAT scared of me." She petted his cheek, sending another shudder. "Just answer so I can have you registered to the slaver guild's book. Helps with anyone willing to ransom you home, so I am doing you a favor unless you never want to see humanity again. Now..." She pointed towards the book.

"Skylar, ma'am." The dark elf nodded approvingly, and scribbled his name.

"Age?"

"20, ma'am."

"Where are you from?" She looked at his sandy hair and playfully blew on a lock and chuckled.

"Southwest Frankonia, Marignon." His response raised a her eyebrows as she scribbled. Eventually, she scribbled his name, tort price and origin, and closed the book.

"Now. I'm Lucita, your trainer. The raider girls said you are docile enough but I will remind you a few things. Be respectful and try to look cheerful at least: this will land you in a nice owner. Now, if you'll stay still..." She pointed to the room that looked like an infirmary. "...I'll have your health shots, collar and tattoo done."
"Health shots?" Skylar's face contorted.

Lucita chuckled. "Potions to inject painlessly to your bloodstream to protect you from diseases and injury." She smiled, and approached him uncomfortably closely. "It would be dishonor to care badly for our own. Find it strange but, we have our own honor code. Obey, and we can make life very pleasing for you here."

Slowly, and carefully with the hands of a professional, the strange Dark Elf girl jabbed him with a needle and injected a red vial, fortifying his heart and limbs, and started to etch a tattoo on his upper leg, slapping him whenever he winced.

Skylar let himself go, and slumped on the bed. What would happen to him now? Soft hands jabbed his leg, slowly marking him as he, helplessly and naked, was being processed as a slave.

"Lie still. You lost a lot of water. Have this." She gently squeezed a large cup of water in his hands and motioned him to drink.

"The things I do for silly boys..." She sighed. Skylar finally could hold himself no longer. "Why do you hate us humans?" He finally

The Dark Elf nurse stopped...only to chuckle, and laugh, and laugh harder.

"We love humans! Without you, none of us would be here. I love all human men and women... and I love them working for me and mine only!" She laughed. "So, you are a slave here because we especially care for you."

Skylar decided not to argue over morality as a needle was on his skin. The gloved hands of the dark elf was dextrous and fast. Next was a collar. She took a leather slave collar, and fastened it around Skylar's neck, and locked it carefully not to strangle him. Afterwards his pointy eared, dark captor handed him a pink potion.

"Drink this. You'll be put to sale tomorrow. It will help you relax."

Completely helpless, all Skylar could do was to drink after a long staredown, and let sleep claim him.

Last thing he felt was a warm blanket draped on him, and a large pillow sled under his head. "Sleep."

***

Skylar woke from his sleep with a groan.

His dark elf jailor opened the door, motioning him to stand up. The ebon skinned mamono held out a small,candylike pill for him to swallow, frowning and squeezing his nose when he hesitated. The pill was sweet, and as he swallowed the sweet candy, a warm feeling spread in his veins. Suddenly his groin felt on fire, and his heartbeats sped up. The dark elf nodded her head approvingly, and sprayed some perfume over him after slowly wiping his armpits, chest and genitalia with a wet towel, giving him shuddering waves of pleasure. She laughed when his erection throbbed at the attention.

"Stay still. I will whip you badly if you ever come."

Kneeling, his captor slowly, ,gently squeezed his balls, and rubbed a cool cream around it, as well as gently working her dark hands around his anus and shaft tenderly.

"Relax." She squeezed finger intentionally through his butthole. "You may be purchased by a mamono that likes to penetrate men. You must get used to it."

"This is a cooling balm for friction and cleaning and...to prevent accidents during your sale."

Skylar didn't resist as she slowly led him by the arm outside. His nudity was still shameful in front of all mamono who went by their daily work, but not many paid any attention to him. The dark elf quietly put him near a crate of oranges, and shackled his ankle to a series of wooden beams where likewise several female elves, and humans waited naked and hands tied before seating him on a small pillow. She had put him up for sale like some merchandise. Occasionally she would prod him with a coiled whip softly and command him to keep his legs spread.

"Keep that manhood in display, boy. Six inches limp is something to be proud of." She put a sign next to him, winking perversely. Skylar's face grew a deep shameful shade of red as he spread his legs and looked away as some prospective mamono buyers stopped and looked at his sign tied to his chest.

"Human male, fertile, healthy. Guild S vetted, 20 years old.200 gold pieces."

"Nice! But thanks hun, I already have a husband." A mature Lamia, thick and tall with green scales, slithered by at the Dark Elf's greeting and offer, smiling at Skylar kindly. "Husbands are already a plenty here. You should ransom the poor kids and girls home instead."

Another mamono, a Holstaurus with her stereotypical bosom and a holstaurus baby in her arms, passed by, frowning at the dying slave trade and looking at Skylar pityingly. She was carrying a large bag of vegetables on her back and going home from a long shopping trip.

"Maybe I will, if people can pay." The Dark Elf shrugged nonchalantly. "But the raiders said he is a good lay so, I'm keeping him until I'm bored. Plus..." She patted his cheek. "He is kinda cute and obedient. Might take him with me home: daughter needs a daddy to play with."

She laughed at Skylar's horrified expression. "Wha? It's not even technically incest! Plus you'd do nothing but fuck me and my daughter all day: I got my own cook slave." Smirking, she poked Skylar's shivering lips. "Now give me a smile?"

Reluctantly, Skylar attempted a smile. The Dark Elf nodded and returned his: "Good. Now relax and look friendly. You are safe here; nobody's gonna hurt you, nor the other girls here." Pointing at the elves glaring at the Dark Elf, gags preventing them from cursing her. The poor boy sat on his pillow, trying to relax and breathe calmly. His captor nodded at his efforts, and sat back, reading a small book as she kept an eye on all the merchandise.

Captivity was a shameful thing. Naked, more so. Skylar could only find solace in the fact that his captor and seller said "You'll be alright." It was a little unsettling as the others were eventually sold, the elven girls taken out, liberated and given cloaks to cover themselves by their buyer, a dragon woman who glared at the Dark Elf even after paying her. "This is unlawful. Selling POW's of humans trying to kill us are one thing, passing Light Elf pilgrims another!"

Lucita flipped her the bird. "Your coin, their cute white butts. I could keep them as my personal slaves you know." She blew a kiss at the youngest elf girl, a petite mamono with eyes as blue as the sky. The girl blushed and looked away without retorting. "Look me up if you are tired of your life!"

The human men waiting in chains rolled their eyes.

After an hour or so, Skylar shuddered at a particularly large mamono watching him with interest and his heart froze.

An Ushi-Oni. A rare mamono female: a demonic, multilegged monsterwoman with claws for legs and hands...and the face of an eager, lusty young girl with one eye protected by a strange text scrap. Her only clothing was a bikini bottom covering her front legs. She looked clearly in heat, full of desires and gazed amorously at the poor boy.

His captor grinned at his terrified reaction. "Hmph, it's alright... Ushi-Oni aren't that wealt-"

The Ushi-Oni tossed her a large bag of coins, speaking with a voice full of excitement. " I work hard at sapphire mine. 200 gold I saved up! Give me this husban~" She kept speaking like a chattering rat-girl. "I have good house. I treat him, we'll be happy a lot!" The Dark Elf grabbed the bag, weighed it, and slowly approached Skylar with a pitying, apologetic expression. Caressing his cheek tenderly, she chuckled.

"Don't worry, Ushi-Oni don't kill people, their claws help you heal up with demon energy..." Softly tapping his cheek, she went on. "I was thinking of keeping you for myself but I need the coin. STILL..." She grinned. "You might be entitled to a small sign-up gift." Her lips approached his own in the shape of a kiss. "Consider this a consolation bonus for your new life. I was hoping some gentle Holstaurus or Harpy would take you in..."

Smooch. The kiss lingered on his lips, tasting of blueberries, tickling his lips and teeth as a purple, small tongue found his own. The Dark Elf slaver gently laughed in his mouth, her chuckles tickling his throat and lips. And that pissed off the Ushi-Oni royally.

"No fair! YOU DON'T KISS! HE IS MINE NOW!" The huge mamono threw a fit like a child, spider legs kicking off dust. "MIIINE!"

The Dark Elf chuckled, taking his leash and giving it to him. "Please don't break him like you did the others~" She laughed at the poor boy's horrified reaction. The Ushi Oni's one eye flashed with anger at the slave trader.

"She lies! I don't kill! No break!" She hugged him strongly while glaring daggers at the slave trading mamono, giving Skylar another wave of stimulation. The monsterish woman looked in his eyes and smiled.

"What is your name?"

"Skylar, ma'am." He reluctantly replied, smiling, remembering his conditioning.

"I'm Rishi! Pleased to meet you, husban~" She hugged him, her scary looking, but excited face buried in his shoulders. Softly, still smiling sweetly, she carried him on her giant furry arms, and slid him over her back. "Let's go!" She giggled, breaking into a chittering sprint.

"I'm fucked." Skylar mumbled.

"But it's a good thing!" Replied her new owner, galloping home. The remaining human men who waited their turn sighed and felt pity for the boy.

***

"Why do you think I send unmarried, depressed boys into combat screened by experienced men?" Said Theocrat Ulrich, cleaning his pipe.

"If they win and shake off mamono seduction, they are great warrior potential and citizens, bringing back captured mamono to ransom for humans and concessions."

"If they lose...they can adapt to their new life fairly easy and satiate the mamono need for men, and we lose the runt of the litter. Everyone goes home happy. Maou is dead. There's no need to raze cities and besiege people to death anymore. Allfather never condoned killing in the first place, dear. Lescat himself said to turn the other cheek..."

He lit his pipe in front of the light elf emissary. "So...how is the north, dear?"

***

The Ushi-Oni that he rode on skittered until they reached a home...with Skylar shivering like a leaf...would she kill him or drain his life? She was a demon!...although her face was beautiful...if one could call a demon beautiful. Her curves around the beastly body were alluring, with a friendly, loving eye watching him.

The house was...a large lair. Since ushi oni could not be bothered by door handles, it opened via a glowing slot that Skylar's strange buyer and "new wife" put her claw in. With a soft rumble, the door opened, and rider and ush-oni entered the house.

"Welcome home, new husban~" The Ushi Oni yawned, and stretched herself. "Be comfy!" She threw him naked on a huge bed, and without pause, dashed off to the kitchen. Skylar could hear a crude sound of rattling furniture, and finally, the Ushi Oni returned, her furry massive bulk pressing uncomfortably close to him.

"Say "aaah!"" she held a small slice of cake with a cherry topped on it. "Come on! Is good! You need energy!" She pushed the cake in his mouth. "You look weak!"

He decided to eat. After all, a fucked-up captivity story surely had an up to every down, yes? Smiling, and to avoid embarrasing the strange beastly woman before him, Skylar took a bite.

"Good???" The Ushi Oni's eyes implored, brows arched, as if pleading to be known as a sweet cook.

Not having the heart to hurt a mamono as this (even if she wouldn't hurt him), he smiled and nodded, eliciting a squeal of joy...honestly the cake was good...but...

Skylar's tongue savored the magically preserved cherry cake's taste. Sweet, buttery, with a hint of whipped cream...and a bit salty...

Wait...salty?

Skylar's tired, submissive mind registered a fire in his loins. He was taken by every mamono who had captured him but now his cock and balls stirred again, for he felt hard as rock just now. He wanted more, as his sight changed to a tunnel vision as he felt very, very sensitive.

"I think I cut my hand when I make cake!" The Ushi Oni grinned as if revealing a hidden joke.

Suddenly, the Ushi Oni's face looked pretty. VERY PRETTY. Those curves. The breasts...her childbearing hips...Skylar's hands were shaking, barely restraining his lust. To his sight, her strong, massive body wasn't a horrid monster, but a vessel of life hiding a beautiful pussy and lovely thighs under the fur.

He leaned forward to give the grinning the Ushi-Oni a closer look, only to lose his control, and grab the horns of the mamono woman engulfing him, and give her a tooth bumping kiss.

"UMMMPH?! YUSH! Hehehehe!" Initially shockened, the Ushi-Oni grinned, and suddenly pushed him down, mounting him on the slack opening of her sex which filled Skylar's mind with bliss.

"Yesss.... I handle Husban! HNG!" She pressed herself down, making Skylar sink into the bed amongst the smashed cake. He could only scream in soundless agony as a near endless orgasm erupted from his loins.

"First time is not last! At least twenty!" The Ushi Oni smiled, closed her eyes and held him tight, still buried in her inviting pussy. "HUSBAN!"... Skylar felt his spine almost crack as he was pushed down on the bed...

This was going to be a long night...by the feeling in his balls, he was sure he could compensate. His hands shot out, grabbing his "wife's" flanks. With burning lust, he lifted his hips, driving his cock deeper inside the hot, inviting folds of her cunt and making her gasp in surprise.

"I know you like. Again, lovely husban~~!" She started rocking the colossal bed as the pressure in his groin increased, again. But her pussy , and thighs around it was surprisingly soft around the warm fur, that his body felt like being pushed under a heavy, furry blanket of pleasure.

The bed started creaking dangerously as the Ushi Oni, roaring with pleasure, started humping his tormented cock again, and again, several times, as her blood filled his heart with power and potency. Each time he ejaculated, she moaned loudly, shuddering and spattering him with demonic pussy juice.

He blacked out after the eighth...

***

In the dead of the night, Skylar woke up. His body felt under a huge blanket...wait...it was her.

It would take years of hard work before he could even think of saving enough to purchase his freedom, perhaps convincing an ambassador to pay his kingly ransom...if he only wished to. Moreover, did he truly want to return to his previous life? His loins were sore and worn from the repetition, but...

Just another Lescatian knight, suppressed in chastity for an entire decade, he was beginning to have conflicting feelings over his imprisonment.

He was now property--owned by a monstrous Ushi-Oni, though her ethereal beauty was beyond compare. Sitting atop him, sweat dripping freely from her face, her Sutra-seal had slipped from over her eye during their insistent lovemaking. She cooed to him softly, coaxing him through the hours of painful intercourse, coyly kissing his cheek.

"I l-l-love you my wonderful Husbaaaaannn-" Her strong furred arms tenderly lying upon his chest, the fluffy paws tenderly carressing his face. His own face lying gently upon his cheek, sleepily and lovingly kissing him as she slipped into sleep, gently stirring upon occasion with soft murmors. Her arms felt as wonderful as any plush blanket in their warmth.

He sank into a deep, comfortable sleep. Free from the worries that plagued his wearied mind, freeing him from the shackles of thought.

Time to sleep. Perhaps time would tell. Perhaps, he would grow to love this strange female. Perhaps, they would even conceive a child. He chuckled at the idea of a loli Ushi-Oni calling him "daddy".

He sank to a deep, comfortable sleep, free from worries.

And his thoughts from the previous evening coming to fruition, the next morning. Waking up to the sensual creature then cuddling long into the late hours of the morning. Her furry arms felt like a warm blanket keeping him warm, as her gentle curves hidden inside her monstrous body.

Clinking of utensils warned him that his "new wife" was busy in the kitchen, as the smell of bacon and eggs reminded him of cooking food. Getting up, recollecting his senses and draping a towel around him for the sake of decency, he entered the kitchen. She had her back turned on him, busy with cooking, barely succeeding with her monstrous paws. Sighing, he gently tapped her shoulder and pulled her arm, she blinked at him in confusion.

"Let me." He took an unused knife and sliced some bread, and took his time to set up a generous breakfast table.

She gasped, the sound far less erotic than the previous ones he'd heard, instead filled with surprise and delight. "My Husband knows how to cook!" She cried in joy, taking him in her arms with a powerful hug. The energy in her claws was already beginning to stir his loins once more, easing away his soreness. Her large supple breasts and soft fur pressed against his back, cushioning him like a pillow and warming him like a plush blanket, soothing his very soul.

"I want to stay...with her." He thought to himself. "But perhaps save money whenever I can anyway. Maybe I'll find a way out...maybe..." He laid his arms over her own, pulling them more tightly about him, before disentangling himself and sitting down to breakfast with her. It looked to the be the start of a truly joyful day...hopefully the first of many to come.

*8 months later*

Dear Garrison Leader Jonas,

Before your anger flashes and kill the messenger, let tell you that I'm very happy with my position. Please, don't waste your time attempting to ransom me or looking to free me. I won't be returning, as I've lost my will to fight. I've something truly precious now that I've not known before...my wife is with child.

My war is over.

*** END OF STORY, CURSED TRAITOR SKYLAR***

Summary: Lesbian bondage and some sex scenes of both genders, and some lore about the Mamono Wars - Theo added. Please enjoy.

***STORY 2, FIONA, THE WEAK-WILLED KNIGHT HAS FALLEN TO HERESY AND KISSES DARK ELF BOOTS, HATE THE TRAITOR***

The mamono had overran the human liberators, capturing, raping and (forcibly) snuggling them. One of the minotaurs landed a lucky hit on Fiona's warhammer and had knocked it out of her hands. The monstergirls had surrounded her, demanding her to surrender or die.

Fiona growled, headbutted the lead Salamander girl before she could strike, and ran away.

She kept running. The mamono had overwhelmed her and knocked out her warhammer, overrunning the knights' defence. She now had to run or die. Running wildly towards what she perceived as an opening, her foot was tangled in a strange pile on the ground, far too well hidden amongst the grass. A sudden jerk on her leg spelled her doom.

"SHITE!"

Her world went upside down, as her stomach heaved with a horrible feeling of falling to a trap.

"OOOOOWWWWEEEEEEEEHHHHH!" A snare!

The thick-bodied, armored woman was no match for a magical snare that exploded out of the ground, snapped around her ankles, and lifted her five feet, head-down to the air.

"HELP!" She screamed desperately. Her head was aching.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!" Thrashing, the fiery redhead screamed and tugged wildly at the ropes, not realizing that the trap was next to a village of Dark Elves.

...

In the distance, a dark-skinned elf resting against a tree grinned at the screams for help. Her ears twitching in joy, she drew her tools for the trade, tranquilizer, gag, shackles and collars and started towards the source of the sounds.

"Oh oh oh, I was juuust getting bored~" Whistling a tune, she started to run towards the sounds. "Maybe this time is a cute boy!~" As if on cue, another sound of footsteps appeared next to her. Her twin sister gleefully joined the dark elf girl in the hunt, saying : "I'm claiming this one as husband if its a boy! You got yours!"

"If it's a girl?"

"We sell her and buy pretty shoes!" The both mamono girls at the age of adolescence cackled with glee as they ran towards their doomed victim.
Before them squealed the poor female knight, helplessly dangling from the tree.

***

Fiona sobbed and moaned. Her head was dizzy, and her legs were numb. She was a fierce woman, but deeply, she was afraid of dying needlessly and alone. And losing breath and being suspended was her phobia. Hyperventilating, she screamed.

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE A FOOKING PINATA! PLEASE! SOMEONE! I'M NO RABBIT!"

Her cries and prayers were finally answered...by a chuckle.

"Ohohohoho~ what did we catch today, sister?" A little, dark skinned elf slowly emerged from the woods. Her twin, another Dark Elf with a sword and chains, advanced on her menacingly.

"Looks like we catched a big rabbit! Pity she is no man though, but I'm sure she'll fetch a good price on the market..."

"She is big as human men though. Maybe she can work at the farm?"

Dark elf slavers! Fiona's blood froze. She must have run off badly!

"LET ME DOWN!" Fiona suddenly returned to her angry, feisty voice when she noticed two young girls to be toying with her. "For fook's sake, I'm having my ears bleeding!" The two mamono girls smirked and turned around to leave.

"Maybe some other time."

"Yeah, she's very rude." Before Fiona could answer, they turned and left...keeping her to her nightmare.

"YE CAN'T DO THIS! I'LL DIE!"

The Dark Elves laughed. "Nah, it takes some time for humans to die." And both disappeared. "See ya!"

"Fuck." She started choking from fear...From panic, she started thrashing like a fish again, and finally started screaming after several attempts, and few more minutes later she started crying and squealing.

"Please. PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

"Anything? Like working in our farm all your life?"

"YES! PLEASE!"

As if on cue, her wicked captors quickly appeared around her, again, grinning...Their black , pointy ears twitching from anticipation, both scantily clad mamono started circling her like wolves..

"That's a start, human... Please...what?" Both were looking at her like cats eyeing a morsel mouse. The redhead, face red from exertion, huffed.

"Please...let me down..."

"She is a mouthy one, sister." One dark elf smirked at another, scratching her ear.

"Mhm, she'll need a lot of disciplining to be valuable." Concluded her apparent sister, taking out ropes and cuffs. "Well, sweetie, we will lower you if you promise to cooperate. Now be a dear and cross your wrists, would you?"

Utterly helpless, Fiona could do nothing but close her eyes and wish the vertigo away as her wrists were bound. Slowly, two mamono lowered her, utterly terrified and exhausted, to the ground. Fiona just closed her eyes until her sight and stomach adjusted to the pain of being dangled for hours.

"Ah...aaah...." She could only gasp and mumble as blood flowed back to her body. Two pair of soft hands grabbed her and pushed her down, rubbing her temples, and easing her platemail to let her breathe easier. They seemed to be genuinely concerned: after all, sickly slaves don't earn them much.

"Is she sick?"

"I think it's these spots." The other one tapped her cheek. "She looks sick."

"I'm not..." Fiona mumbled..." Yeh evil bastards dangled me for...ahh" She tried to not to vomit from the sheer dizziness. "They're freckles." She tried to struggle a bit to gain space, only to have her ear pulled harshly. "Lie down, slave!" Her captors warned her harshly. "And no cussing. You owe us your life."

The other dark elf girl nodded. "Which means we can morally claim you as our slave, am I not right?" Her compatriot cooed happily:

"Of course sister! She should be grateful to be saved from a bad fate." Her sister agreed, giggling.

"Not that we won't take good care of her either. Slaves have it good these days..."She pinched Fiona's cheek, savoring her soft skin's touch.

Fiona growled, but decided not to take any action for now, until she could free her wrists. Breathing easier, she waited and tried to appeal to them.

"Look girls, I'm a knight. I was...like...running...from a big fucking boar..." Fiona stuttered. "I have no beef with yer kind, sooo...can I like...go?" Though a strong woman, she was smart enough not to cause trouble in foreign territory.

"What?" Both of them blinked in confusion. "There are no boars in our woods." They frowned. "She is a liar too. I don't think she is worth much."

"Her armor is nice though. We can sell it. Her too."

Fiona tensed. "Please...you understand "please." right?" Seeing them blink, she went on. "You can keep the armor...just...I wouldn't be worth much to you..."

The girls started smiling wider.

"I..can pay?" Fiona looked imploringly.

Both Dark Elves started laughing.

"R-ransom?" Fiona made wide, wide puppy eyes, eliciting a loving coo from each who caressed her cheek, but shook their heads.

"Nope. Sorry." Both grinned at her with shiny white teeth.

"Sweetie, we are going to keep you as a slave. Now, shut up and start strippi- OW!"

"FUCK YOU!" Fiona summoned the last of her strength, pulled her tormented leg muscles to her belly and kick the dark elf on her chest, throwing her on the ground. With a shove, she pushed the other one away , grabbed a fallen knife with her bound hands, and ripped open her wristropes.

"YER MA'S A HOOOOOOOOOER!" She shoved the other Dark Elf, yelping in surprise as she slammed a tree, and started to run, bellowing curses and insults.

Just when she thought she was going to get free, fortune shit on her badly.

A scream, alarm whistles and barking dogs made her shiver. Running resperately, Fiona whimpered and screamed in frustration when she was surrounded by a bunch of dark elf girls and barking hunting dogs before she could react more. Gulping and fearing death, she turned hesitantly to the Dark Elf she shoved, who seemed to be recovering with an angry stare.

"You get ONE for a freebie. Next time we won't be so nice." Their leader gazed at her icily, a taller Dark Elf girl who was as scantily dressed as the rest, and held a crossbow in her hand.

"Off with the armor. Now."

Glaring daggers at the barking dogs and dark elves, Fiona hesitantly took off her armor, revealing a flimsy skirt and shirt. Her heart ached seeing it taken away, with girls commenting that "red-steel will bring a nice price."

"Put your wrists out, together." Her spirits sank as she was put in irons , this time shackles, bracers and neck irons interconnected with chains.

"Now move your big butt!" Spears poked her ample backside, making her glare at her captors and earn a smack on her bum again. Shocked and angry, she let herself be herded towards her fate.

***

"How far n-OWW"

"Tehehehehe!"

Fiona growled and screamed in anger as another slap exploded on her ample rear. The Dark Elf patrol that captured her hit her just for fun every 2 minutes just to hear her angry shouts.

"FUCKING STOP IT!" That earned her another butt slap.

"Gods, she is jiggly!" The Dark Elf laughed madly.

"Teehehehe~" The twin dark elves giggled as they left the company of the patrol. "We'll be back for our sales' share!"

"Welcome to Rose and Thorns Duchy. Your new home, slave."

The words pierced Fiona's heart coldly. Her captor, a deeply dark-skinned Dark Elf holding her shackled wrists and iron collar smiled at her in a strangely tolerant and patient way:

"You should be happy, we treat our slaves well... Even after they throw stupid tantrums like this..." Fiona balked at her remark incredulously and quipped quietly. "...monsters!" She was distressed at seeing subservient people scurrying to help their masters. Her captor "tsk'ed" and smiled, shaking her head.

"They aren't mistreated. Humans mistreat humans. We keep them...tenderly, just as you'll be treated." She pinched Fiona's bum and patted it, earning a snarl from the redhead woman again. "That plump butt will shrink after some hard work!" Looking in the human woman's eyes, she groped harder and frowned, another hand on her sword.

Fiona took the cue and forced herself to calm down.

Another Dark Elf joined the tirade:

"You...you are an interesting one, aren't you? Spirited like a wild horse, knocking out Gleva like that and running away..." She grinned, revealing ivory white, sharp teeth. "I think my sisters will enjoy breaking you in." Fiona's heart filled with fear at her sheer helplessness.

She knew one way to clean the fear in her heart: Anger.

"Let me loose an' I'll show yeh how spirited I can be, you bitch!" Fiona growled at her and tugged at her shackles, her strong, voluptuous form threatening to break her bondage. A riding crop harshly landed on her cheek:

"You praise your Allfather with that dirty mouth?" The dark elf woman smirked. "I don't want to hurt you, sweet thing. But my patience is wearing thin. You are a captive, in the middle of mamono land; and Dark Elf slaves are forbidden to swear! Can't you just face facts and we'll both get along? Or I can just gag you and leave you for our daughters to play with."

Fiona looked at her incredulously. "Yeh can't sink that low to use children to torture captives!"

The Dark Elf let out a snort akin to laughter. "Who said torture? They just tie you to the swing and tickle you all day. They might remember to bring you water...don't get your hopes up though." The Dark elf grinned.

Fiona's face fell. "Fine." Her captor smiled and tapped her cheek and continued. "I'm Lucretia, Lucretia Rose by the way."

The human redhead mumbled. "Fiona."

Lucretia smiled at her: "It's a beautiful name, slave. I don't think we'll rename you." Fiona just glared at her. Lucretia's mind already registered Fiona's helplessness and weakness against kids.

The plantation was a strange, eerie beauty. Spires of purplish stone dotted circular fields tended by humans; mostly men: clean and healthy looking, with human children helping their dark elven owners and their own children. A dark elf girl and a human child played handball in a small enclosure. Another human-dark elf child couple snuggled under a tree's shadow.

"See? It's not so bad..."

Dark Elves were mostly sitting in shaded groves and gazebos , either lecturing children of both races or scolding them for some mistakes. Fiona shuddered at some dark elves' smiles starting being directed towards her, some of them pointing at the sullen, captured female knight walking in chains.

One of them blew her a kiss. Fiona looked away angrily. Escaping would be difficult, and these perverted women were interested in her..

"Allfather spare me fucking hide..." Fiona gasped as she received a sound slap on her cheek as soon as she cursed. She gritted her teeth: to be beaten by a smaller dark elf woman poked her pride.

"Are you going to swear in front of children? You want a gag? Just when I was thinking to get the children to talk to an exotic!" She waved a short whip menacingly. "Now shut up or get gagged." She gestured to the curious children.

"Exotic huh..."Fiona sighed, her worn clothes sans armor wasn't the most concealing or best looking dress. Plus she was shackled. And now a bunch of dark elf children were running towards her with curious eyes, eyeing her well-built, thick legs and body full of freckles, her emerald eyes and her fiery red hair. Their astonished stare and gasps of surprise was comical.

"Whaaaa!" Curious dark hands poked her belly and legs, making her flinch. Only her captor's gentle smile and reminder prevented her from lashing out and making a scene. There she was, tied up and poked and pushed as a plaything to curious children.

Young Dark Elf girls are an enigma. Most are completely perceived as innocent, or see lewd things as an utterly natural act. Shameless, they started pelting her captor and her with questions.

"What did you catch mommy?"

"Are we going go keep her or sell her?"

"She looks sad."

"SHE IS BIG! AND SO WHITE!" One of the darkest elves' eyes were large as plates when she saw the northern redhead being dragged in chains.

"Waaa! She has dots all over!" Fiona rolled her eyes and sighed. Seeing her reaction, all the dark elf girls started giggling and touching her freckles. The little mamono girls were enthralled with the strange, pale woman who was nearly a head taller than the tallest dark elf.

Lucreta grinned and shoved her to the ground, making her land on her arse with a sound "oof". Fiona glared back at her, but kept silent as little dark elf girls, eyes full of curiosity, surrounded her. Lucretia looked at her with a vary eye, as if saying "Don't make a scene."

And Fiona didn't have the strength to resist either.

***

Fiona sat, utterly exhausted, tied up, and full of lines. The children laughed, and toyed with her for hours, connecting her freckles with pencils as she could do nothing but plead them to stop. "Connect the dots!" They had laughed, much to her chagrin and Lucretia's laughter. Fiona shuddered, feeling Lucretia's hand on her head, petting her hair slowly.

"But it's so fun!"

"I hope my mom buys you! We could play this all day!" Fiona flinched when the pencil connected more dots on her skin.

"Bring the new woman some water! Remember to take care of your slaves, young lady!" Lucretia tapped one of the girls' head who could not keep her hands from playing with Fiona's freckles for hours.

"Okie!" Dark Elf girls, in an alien, strange display of morality, ran to get some water, and after some minutes,held a large wooden cup to Fiona's lips, who only could sigh, and started sipping. Smiling, the dark elf girl went off to the dinner table.

Lucretia was laughing silently as she watched her. The Dark Elf's eyes were twinkling as she calculated the human captive's weaknesses. She was especially soft to children, and looked more than once with despair at a human boy who did a mistake and was slapped (not too harshly) by his owner or dark elf playmate.

She smiled and set next to tied, exhausted Fiona and leaned next to her weary form once all the little dark elf girls went for dinner towards a large table.

"Dinner soon. My husband is a good cook slave."

Fiona looked away, weary, exhausted and thoughtful. She was still trying to think of how to escape or find a compromise. Lucretia's mischevious eyes watched her.

"You have a weakness for children." Lucretia looked at her. Fiona's eyes gleamed emeralds.

"Don't yeh be threatening ONE of the human bairns for me. I'd rather die-

Lucretia raised her eyebrows. Her heart softened a little at her desperate anger. "Why would I?" Seeing the fire in Fiona's eyes, she calculated whether to punish her or to explain....explaining would be gentler, she decided.

"They are human boys loved by my daughters and relatives. They will either love our kind or sold as surplus to other loving kind mamono. Why would I hurt them? I love humans."

"...that a way to display love?" Fiona venomously retorted, rattling her binds and pointing to her manacles. Lucretia chuckled, petting her hands to calm her down.

"Yes. Dokkalvar OWN everything they love, sweetheart. Or make sure our friends own them. It's our nature. After dinner, you will be processed, cleaned, and sent to the marketplace to be sold alongside your human friends, female knight. The more you comply, the more...comfortable this will be for you."

"Dinner..." Fiona sniffed the air, ignoring her peril.

"I didn't say you could eat."

Fiona moaned in despair and her face fell, making her dark elf captor smile.

Lucretia was a Dark Elf, thorough and thorough. And she thought this one could use a bit of seasoning first, perhaps to be a nice mother and stepmother for her people's children. "Maybe I could feed you. Why should be, though, give food and bed to a very ungrateful slave who didn't even thank for the food and lodging we so graciously give and hits one of my sisters?"

Fiona looked at her sullenly, in silent treatment at her situation.

Lucretia squinted, her whip hand twitching. "Fine. Marketplace it is. You sleep in the cage in my basement, and first thing in the morning, the auction block."

Fiona looked at her imploringly. Lucretia raised her eyebrows and was about to slap her when she heard her stomach growl loudly, suppressing a chuckle; The human knight sighed, and looked at the dinner table wistfully. Lucretia grinned. "I think I'll ask Gleva whether you should be fed or not. GLEVA!" She waved an ebony hand at the dark elf about to sit for dinner.

Gleva's face was a stone mask at being called from dinner table. She towered over the human woman , though not as much since Fiona was quite large compared to her. "She asks to eat with us rather than sleep in her cage."

Gleva, the Dark Elf who had caught her with her twin sister, smiled sweetly at Fiona, making her drop her psychological defences once. "Really?"

Suddenly, her hand lashed out.

*SLAP*

Fiona had fought before. But this hurt, especially when she was restrained. Her eyes did not leave Gleva's own, as another landed on her face.

*SMACK!*

Her anger boiling, she started to tear up. A harsher slap landed on her strong face, and her cheeks felt like burning. Fiona glared at Gleva as if she could murder her with her gaze alone.

*SLAP!*

Another slap exploded on Fiona's face. Lucretia quietly watched.

Her emerald eyes started tearing up after three more slaps. Lucretia smiled wider.

*SLAP!* Last one was delivered with a whip. She sobbed, and whimpered, making Gleva smirk. "Well?"

Fiona mumbled.

Two more slaps later, Fiona was crying. She raised her hand again, and just when Fiona was going to get slapped again, she yelped, flinching.

"I'm sorry..."

Gleva smiled wider, and her slap slowed to a gentle caress on Fiona's ruddy, freckled cheek and softly blew on her skin to cool her. "Fair enough. Let this be a short lesson. Now wipe your eyes, wash your face and sit to dinner. Then we'll think of what to do with you."

Lucretia untied the shocked human woman, and lifted her by the arm. "Let's eat." Sniffling, Fiona followed them and sat down to dinner as lucretia blew on her cheeks. "There, there. You are stronger than you look."

The food was eaten communally around a long table. Dark Elf mamono lazily waited as human husbands brought dishes made from exotic supplies, spiced and/or stir fried rice, and strips of fish and chicken, and freshly hunted pheasant with sauces and rich cornbread.

Lucretia nudged her sisters, quietly pointing how Fiona looked at all the food and swallowed.

Fiona was seated next to her captor, who cuffed her hands under the table..."No funny business, and no knives" she warned Fiona. "Usually fresh caught slaves are made to eat the leftovers later in their cells. Consider this a welcoming consolation after our... argument."

Gleva, seated likewise, nodded with a smirk. "It was my mistake as well. I shouldn't have scared her that much when she was caught." She then leaned and kissed her husband on the cheek. "It's delicious, dear. I'll be sure to pay you back later tonight!" He kissed her back, gently, bowed and left, sadly looking at Fiona's slap-reddened face.

They waited until dishes were deposited by well-mannered, clean human men. Some women were likewise serving, but pregnant human women were treated as equals with their owners, waiting to be served.

Fiona's mind, recovering from a rollercoaster of emotions, considered the scene to be strangely serene. Her neck felt a ghostly caress without looking. Lucretia was petting her head.

Then the hands became 2, three, and four. Tiny hands.

Fiona looked back, and saw where she was sitting next to.

Children.

She was seated near children. The bitch knew her weakness, so she brought as many children eating behind and around her so Fiona wouldn't try anything stupid. Especially dark elf girls who just couldn't stop playing with her blood red hair and asking questions.
"Where are you from!"

"Why is your hair so red?"

"Are you sick? You are covered with spots!"

"You'll stay here or will my momma sell you?"

Fiona could not answer the last one without looking down in shame and dissonance. As if sensing, the Dark Elf daughter went on: "I hope you get a nice owner, miss. You look sad but you look like a good woman." The redhead rolled her eyes.

Lucretia stood up, and rang a small bell, signaling everyone to sit and eat, males included. The clan, human and dark elf alike, tucked inside the endless pile of food.

Fiona's hands were tied, unsure of what to do as mamono women started eating. Was that some humiliation plan after her ordeal? Suddenly, a nice smell of food tickled her nose, and her sight was full with a chunk of pheasant.

"Eat."

Lucretia was hand-feeding her, pushing the food to her mouth until she started chewing. Some dark elves looked at Fiona and pointed at her. She felt very, very humiliated, being fed like a babe when everyone was chatting and eating.

"Consider this privilege as a little make-up on our behalf." She grinned, feeding her prisoner by hand while the rest of the clan chatted and ate, with some eyes probing the sullen, beaten captive. Lucretia was hand-feeding her like a babe, violating the human woman's mind more as her situation dangled between being treated like a kid and a slave.

Her captor and hostess fed her from every article generously, used sauces and even fed her beer and water. Fiona had to admit. She was being taken care of quite well. The laughter around had increased when she even gave a cute little burp. Fiona could not help but smile when her captor laughed along with her.

"Looks like that frown is gone, my red feral human." She dipped a large strip of meat to a barbeque sauce. "You humans are cute little beasts. A little food in your belly and that face shines with a smile." She giggled, making her try to bite the morsel but pulling out at the last minute with a laugh.

Fiona could not help but laugh nervously as well. "Um...about cage..." Was all she could mumble.

"I could, I suppose, give you my friend's room who is away on a business trip. You are tired, and deserve some sleep after dangling like... what was that? Pin-yatta?" Her friends laughed as Fiona rolled her eyes.

"And how will the human pay us back, sister?" Gleva kissed her husband and cast a glance at the well-fed human.

"Yeh already took all my stuff and myself to be sold, what else?" Fiona sighed and sullenly answered. Gleva laughed back, surprised by her spirited answer..."Alright. Fine. She can sleep in Razzan's room."

The meal went on, Dark Elves and their husbands and wives eating peacefully as plates full of meat and rice disappeared. Mamono and human women sighed contendedly, relaxing in their husbands' arms. Fiona herself found herself yawning, and surprisingly, pulled to lean on Lucretia's shoulder. After hours of abuse, despite that she was her captor, Fiona found herself dozing on her shoulder. Lucretia smiled at her and didn't mind, even held her a small cup of coffee served by men.

"Afterwards, you'll follow me. I will show you to your lodging for the night, and bath." She picked up still bound Fiona and led her inside as men collected the dishes and washed them.

After being given a warm bath and "relief", Fiona was surprised to see extra warm blankets, and a comfy pillow put to the bed she was given, only to see Lucretia smiling behind her, holding a warm woolen nightgown for her to wear.

"Gleva's a fair mistress; she decided to gift these in return for your apology." She turned to leave. "Had you not raised your hand, you wouldn't be beaten. Now sleep, and forget what happened: we did already."

She blew off the candle, leaving her pointy ears and silhouette at the door threshhold to be seen.

"I was going to invite you to our bed for a little making up, but...I'm sure you will want to sleep." She winked at her. "Prudish Lescatian hooman...unless you want to change your mind? Just join to watch?"

Fiona shook her head rapidly. She had been through enough. Lucretia smiled and nodded.

"I understand. Good night." The door was locked soundly, reminding her of her captivity.

Fiona changed into the nightgown, and snuck inside the bed. Her tired body slumped on the bed, eyes teary thinking about her future. Her sleep was uneasy after the lightning humiliation, especially with the moans and bed creaks coming all around her: after a good dinner and early bedtime the dark elves would fuck like rabbits, and invite everyone to join in, judging from the sounds of male and human females moaning alongside them.

Fiona felt her body heat up half an hour later when she tried to sleep desperately, as she could hear chains, cracking whips and orgasmic screams and profanity added to the noise. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME AND CALL ME KIKIMORA! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

"Allfather help me."

***

The marketplace was bizarre. Exotic, lustful, decadent and still alluring. Tapestries, spider silk, glassware, fruits and pets: anything could be found in Dark Elven town of Roseville. And slaves, of course.

Dark Elves, members of Mamono Empire was infamous for their slave trade: even the (seemingly more merciful) Rose clan basically viewed all human men (and women) as slaves one way or another, as "gently" treated as they may be. The gentle treatment meant no backbreaking labor fit for strong mamono, and even when that, fair maintenance. Thorns clan put women to mines to keep human birthrate down and beat every slave: it didn't work out when a human boy wielding blood magic entered their towns.

Only smoking ruins and piles of charred corpses remained of those places.

Thorn clan (before they were decimated in Megiddo) raided human towns for slaves and accompanied Maou's armies. Rose clan was smarter: they bought P.O.W's off raiders and screening potential true submissives and ransoming the rest for greater amounts of money. They also snuck in human towns and snatched the ones that mattered the least: orphans, widows and conflicted youths. They seduced people in long term relationships and enthralled them into domestic servitude. They secretly visited impoverished families and bought children, promising them a stable life.(which they honestly did.)

Eventually it produced genuinely loyal human slaves and lots of children, some of them even asking to live elsewhere than their parents' plantations.

Adding the sifting slaves from overseas imports where Rose clan dark elves actively took abandoned infants, runaway children, urchins and any captives from far away wars (that would end up dead or enslaved to cruel humans) and rapidly brought them with lightning fast ships, and Rose clan had established the monopoly on a stable, lucrative slave trade in Mamono Empire with a diverse resource pool: with boys and girls from strange continents with reddish skin and graceful physiques, slaves from southern kingdoms where women were stubby nosed, coal black, hardworking, beautiful and sturdy, strong black men who were loyal to live under their roof away from tribal wars(and eager to breed their mamono overlords with their oversized cocks); slaves from eastern islands, skins light but yellowish with a grace and a fearful respect to all mamono which they called "yokai", and thus made ideal household servants.

After cleaning, screening and "husband claiming", the rest were sold in the village market to any passing mamono in need of a servant, concubine or husband. Of course, the trade also extended to other races as well, although in a dying fashion after the battle of Megiddo.

Light Elves were instantly captured, gagged, and without any ado put to sale: no one asked why, Roses did not answer even under threat of death. (and this just drove Light Elf clans away from the Empire and between both Empires, up north, near Temirburg.)

There were unspoken rules, like no separation of families without consent and children, or abusing needlessly or blocking ransom attempts. It was all the same, however. Dark Elves sold human slaves to anyone that could afford it. Even Lescatie delegates bought slaves to free them for non-altruistic reasons like knowledge from far away lands. Each transaction made the Svartalfar richer, win or loss.

Fiona walked towards the marketplace, clad in a ragged dress walked alongside her captor, hands tied in front of her. That morning she was woken up, bathed, and her hands were tied and she was put on a horse ridden by Lucretia to be taken away. The sheer alien atmosphere of the event had still numbed her minds, as she was taken to the slave market, other mamono species lived happily around her, some married to human men and with children.

That is when she saw the marketplace.

"So this is where ...." She shivered.

"Yes, and you'll be sold naked, so you won't need these rags anymore." Lucretia chuckled. Smiling, she led her to a small building. "We won't abuse you though, you'll notice it's...not so bad in a slave market. Consider it...a new career market with a much narrower chance to leave it." The dark elf laughed. "With intensive physical screening and enforced nudity."

"Right..."Fiona sighed, resigned and tired, making the dark elf mamono squeeze her and kiss, and lick her cheek, loudly. Fiona grimaced as a tingling sensation and smell of lavender overcame her.

"Tasty white human!" The way Lucretia licked her lips made her shiver.

"I'll miss you. But the farm needs the money. Now cheer up. Maybe you'll be spotted by an Imperial agent and asked to be ransomed! They even check up the slave registry for important figures, so don't get your hopes down."

Entering, Fiona saw a nice-smelling room full of herbs, medicines and a white, large cot with restraints. A nurse...

Who was a strange mamono, a strong-looking woman with a long, spiny tail, lionine ears and furry neck and thick paws, wearing a nurse outfit.

A...manticore?

"I'm nurse Ruala. It's my job to keep slaves healthy...and fertile." She smiled politely to Fiona, extending a thick, furry paw to push the redhead's ruffled hair back. "So red! Lucy, you know how to pick the cutest ones...not gonna keep her?"

"No. I gave her Razan's old room until she returns, and i need some cash. So." She slapped Fiona's butt, earning a glare (but no retort) "Check her and tag her for the market, would you?"

"Just tag her?" The manticore nurse, Ruala took up some ink and a stamp.

"A health inspection, grading, and tattooing, dear." Lucretia smiled; sometimes manticores were dumb. She gestured her to take off her ragged dress. Fiona paused, and that earned her a glare. "Strip."

The redhead looked at her sullenly, Lucretia sighed and rolled her eyes. "Still needs a poke all the time to get stuff done." The Nurse smiled. "I know it's not easy for human women to get accustomed to be slaves. But if you don't kick up a fuss, I can promise this will be quick and painless."

Fiona blew a lock of her red hair and nodded nervously as she took them off.

"First. Body measurements." Fiiona closed her eyes, wishing she was away...far away, from this war and this captivity, as a warm measuring tape softly hugged her ample breasts, and she heard a note being scribbled to a medical notebook. Another measure of her waist and hips were done and added to the notes.

"Blood pressure." Both mamono softly pushed Fiona down, and attached a soft, flexible leather bladder on her arm. The strange device was blown with air, and the resulting gauge display at its end was noted.

"Healthy."

"No shit." Fiona mumbled, making Lucretia twist her ear painfully. "What did I say about swearing?"

"Sorry..." Fiona mumbled. Lucretia fanned herself in a fake display of frustration, her black skin and pointy ears making a fine contrast to Fiona's own.

"She is so stubborn too."

The nurse shrugged. "Let her be accustomed over time. Would you lie down on the bed?" Fiona, licking her lips, nervously complied. Her resistance increased when both girls started spreading her legs; her hand was slapped away when she frowned and tried to put up a fight.

"Sexually responsive...lubricates nicely." Ruala smiled. "Just let yourself go, you will enjoy it." Fiona tried to clench her legs in vain, as soft fingers gently slid inside her womanhood, and Ruala's spiky tail, gently rubbed on her face. "Please relax. I promise a pleasurable experience if you cooperate."

"Stop fighting." Lucretia glared. "Just enjoy it unless you want to cut wood and farm for years in a dour Minotaurus farm with no fun." Softly, she started caressing Fiona's belly, and pushed her head down.

"Relax." Fiona tried to shut her eyes and focus to another world as warm fluffy paws started to rub her chest. "Testing responsiveness now."

Fiona sighed, and tried to focus away from the scene. Might as well relax and enjoy.

Lucretia gently slipped a finger, softly teasing Fiona's pussy. with her other fingers and watching her helpless response with a smile. "She is soft, though the look she gives me kills the mood." Her fingers stopped. Fiona's eyes wandered between the nurse and the dark elf captor, and gasped when the dark elf's black finger touched the little bump above her velvety entrance.

Her imploring eyes made Lucretia laugh. "What? You didn't think you'd be used THAT way? Humans need to learn pleasure more than mating's sake." Her gaze was not cruel, however, making Fiona temporarily stop resisting. "I promise you pleasure. Just relax, girl."

"Relax." She started softly rubbing her pussy again, seeing her stoicism melt. The dark elf smiled and started to rub circularly, making the human captive blush more and more as her breath quickened.

Lucretia grinned, and without waiting for a reply, leapt on Fiona, pinned her down and pressed her mouth for a savage kiss. The dark elf's hands did not leave the human's crotch and her fingers dove inside without pause.

"MMPH!" Fiona thrashed, only to have her limbs held fast and strapped to the bed as the nurse likewise held her with her meaty, furry paws. Fiona's world went in flames as minutes of weak struggling went on. She started begging them to stop, only to hear laughter as three fingers starting pumping in and out of her cunt. Her world started to melt around her eyes.

"Mmmprgh!" She thrashed as the sensations overwhelmed her body, which had not felt any carnal touch for years. Lucretia laughed inside her mouth, her black body contrasting Fiona's own. However the coup de grace was when Ruala, who poured a vial on her tail, laughed, and swung it to slam a spike with a weird cocktail on Fiona's rump.

The redheaded human-caught-slave screamed in Lucretia's mouth, convulsed and started shivering as a mind-shattering orgasm wracked her body.

Lucretia withdrew herself, savoring the redhead's reaction, screaming and convulsing in a drug induced orgasm. The poor woman curled up in a fetal position, shivering, and screaming. Her body was on fire, her red head flung in a wild position as Fiona tried to block the sensation...Until the breathlessness and endless orgasms made her faint.

For minutes, her insensate body convulsed, her pussy splattering juices as Lucretia and Ruala sat back and watched.

When she woke up, Ruala and Lucretia were holding her a cup of water. "Here."

Angrily, Fiona stood up, and realized how weak she had become. Moaning, she accepted the cup and did not flinch as Lucretia caressed her hair and wiped her sweat.

"Even your eyes look calmer, sweetheart. I'm sure you needed that." Lucretia patted her cheek, friendly and smiling as the redhead sighed. Being made to climax by a woman... Fiona felt queer sensations mess up her already confused sexuality. "A quickie always relieves stress, Fiona. Human maids are encouraged to have sex and bear children for us. Forget your Lescatian morals here, no one will bat an eye if you hump 5 men at once."

"And I dipped my venom spike in potions so your health and fertility should increase!" Ruala laughed. "If you ever bear children, please bring them to me!"

Fiona shuddered.

"Now, let's clean our patient, and apply sunscreen." Ruala commented further, stretching her wings and tail. "If she is still grumpy, she could use a good tickling, though." She winked at Fiona, who looked pleadingly to her captor, who started uncorking a bottle of nice-smelling oil and started lathering her, combing her hair and applied powder to her armpits. Fiona sighed in sorrow as a soft, rubbery stamp was heated and pressed on her thigh, marking her upper leg with an "A" as some magical ink felt itchy on her skin.

"A class slave. High grade!" The creepily cheery manticore chimed, before patting her to stand up and follow.

She did not resist as she was taken out, put to a large stall and her neck and ankles were shackled to a long board, even demurely holding her wrists to be fastened on her back. She felt conflicted, tired, and spiritually shocked by the lewdness she received after dinner, night time entertainment of mamono, and the brazen lust displays she saw in the marketplace, town square and everywhere else. It reminded her of her people's Pagan sex rites suppressed by missionaries. Mamono women could copulate with anyone they wished...as did human servants if they had the time.

Now she was helpless, in bondage, and on sale, naked like the others. It was not a good fate. But...the dark elf captors assured her that she won't be treated badly as if that actually mattered. Her stall had several human boys and girls for sale just like her, and a melancholic looking Naga who didn't talk with them, leashed to a post.

The humans looked clean, well taken care of and cheerful. They did not make a fuss as one by one some of them were bought and taken away for their new owners. Lucretia bellowed in a high-pitch voice to attract customers.

"Exotic slaves! Mamono pets, human studs and quality servants!" Spiritlessly, Fiona leant back, and sighed, hoping it will be over soon. Looking around just made her heart become further and further conflicted.

Some mamono were checking out another stall, full of naked boys, as old as sixteen, standing demurely, orderly and with erections. Each answered politely to questions by buyers. One of the Yuki-Onna shoppers held her jaw thoughtfully after measuring one of the boy's bodily features from head to toe, even his penis (with a measuring tape), and checked out with the slave trader, a well-dressed Dark Elf lady, talking about a few details, pointing at the boy and haggling over a price.

"Is he talkative?" The trader nodded.

"He was brought up by our husband grooming school of Rose village. So he knows a bit of history, manners and he knows how to serve..." She smiled, indicating the boys were trained in many servile carnal acts as well. "But zero talent for simplest of cantrips, no talent for magic at all. Best he can for your daughter besides "essence" is to help her dictate, keep company and write. Has a keen nose for perfumes and smells too, and is very fertile. 150 gold is a steal for your introverted daughter's happy future!"

A few moments and handfuls of gold coins later she draped a cloak over him and gently guided him out of the market, gently holding his hand like a big sister. "Come dear, let's get you acquainted with your new life. My daughter is a lonely enchantress too shy to get out of her room, you suppose you can keep her company and give her the...essence she needs?" The boy nodded eagerly, hugging her back as he was led out of the slave market to a happy life.

Fiona noticed that boys and men sold much quicker (due to the needs of mamono women who need male essence to survive.), and women were mostly bought for show, maidwork, by the truly odd lesbian and bisexual mamono that can also consume female essence to grow and survive, and mostly ransomed out to sympathetic visitors who wanted to garner favor with Lescatian Theocracy (freed slaves always earned influence) and use propaganda material to the peasants back home (they are stealing our women! Look at her poor self!).
Fiona's head felt like burning even though her captor passed around a waterskin every hour to water and take care of her stock. It simply was utterly bizarre and alien to her to be enslaved like this. Would she know freedom again?

She looked away, eyes big as plates when a Naga handed a few coins to a slaver and leaned down, to kiss and "sample" one of the boys for sale. The young boy flinched, and relaxed as the Naga gently coiled around his body, whispering with a smile: "Shh...I'm not going to hurt you."

Slowly the monster-woman smiled at him, and her head slowly descending towards the hairless, hard prize standing erect before her. Her snake tongue extended lustily to wrap around his shaft, eliciting a surprised gasp and moan from even the well-seasoned slave.

Her mouth engulfing his cock and suckling slowly, and monster-woman started shivering. The boy tried to keep a steady face for a minute until he shuddered, his upper legs shook, and nearly collapsed on the Naga. His cock was still twitching when the Naga stopped sucking and pulled his cock off with a "pop", swallowing his "male essence" hungrily.

"Early ejaculator but he tastes so gooood~! I'll buy him!" She hugged the boy, let the trader unshackle him and paid with a generous purse. Hugging the exhausted boy in her scaly arms and strong body, she slithered home, eager to show what she just bought from the market.

"I'm on sale like a horse." She sniffled, her white skin burning under the sun.

The agonizing, servile wait took hours. Now she felt how it was to be in a pet shop...this time, SHE was on sale. Her shame deepened when interested buyers, some of them male (which made her blood boil, to be gazed on men so), approached her with interested looks and softly poked and prodded her body. She blushed red as a beet when a few male and female mamono buyers softly squeezed her breasts, and opened her mouth to check her teeth. It made her feel conflicted, to be given lavish intimate attention; only to be bought like cattle as her skin felt on fire.

She could not keep her angry glare from the human fosterling, who was shopping for his mistress held her jaw, smiling. "You seem quite pale, miss." He touched her arms and chest, feeling the freckles as Lucretia gazed varily. Fiona's eyes spelled murder.

The young man chuckled and shook his head, moving on.

"Bastard..."She mumbled, and squealed as a harsh hand cracked on her arse.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" The Dark Elf merchant was on her in a split second, slapping her across the face as well. "WHAT DID YOU SAY, SLAVE?" She hissed in Fiona's ear, twisting it violently. Not even the former knight could stop herself from yelping in pain even though the human servant returned and apologised on her behalf.

"I'm sorry, mistress. It's my fault, poking a freshly caught human sister." The slaver dark elf smiled sweetly at the human boy's tender apology.

"You are too well-mannered, human, but she needs to learn obedience." She grabbed Fiona's ear and twisted it again.

"Be thankful you are a classified exotic, so I won't beat you now. But make a scene like this again and i'll make sure you won't sit still for MONTHS! Now apologise to him!"

Fiona muttered a cold apology and looked down again.

"For the gods' sake, can't she just...accept this and sit still?" The dark elf slave trader muttered angrily. "We treat slaves well, and I still get this crap. Sheesh!"

They were interested in her body. It made her stomach go alight with butterflies as men smiled at her, eyed her breasts, her clean shaven womanhood like some town prostitute! She looked down, in shame. Her mind only wanted it to be over.

Suddenly, she felt a poke on her flank. "Look at me." A strong hand grasped her jaw and softly lifted her eyes.

It was a tall, almost regal looking Dark Elf woman. She was flanked by two slaves, a human couple carrying groceries and soft leather collars on their necks. Each were politely looking at the ground.

"Open your mouth." Her hands pried her jaws open, stiffly but not hard to hurt; she checked her teeth. "Healthy." She softly slapped her sides with both hands to check her body fat, and muscles. "Sturdy." Her hands softly rubbed her skin, exploring the strange freckles. "Interesting. Not disease I hope?"

"Good evening, Lady Thalassa." The slave trader bowed slightly. "No disease. It's...called...freckles, spots on northern people .She is a bit wild still, but quite exotic, yes... a warrior from the north we just captured...she isn't too well adapted to her new life though."

Still smiling, she caressed, measured, and squeezed Fiona's rump and even gave a soft probing smack, watching Fiona's eyes glow with fire. "Yes, she is healthy and exotic like a spotted leopard..." Her fingers gently caressed Fiona's arm.

"...And I sense fight left in her. How much?"

"300 gold pieces. She is classified "exotic", even though she is a bit wild."

"Fair enough. I think she has potential and value." Lucretia's eyes shone with gold coin signs...a sale with no bargain!

"Hmm..." The dark elf woman named Thalassa cradled her chin in thoughts. "I can tame her."

Fiona thought, amongst the humiliating post "Like fuck yeh will..." Purple eyes focused on her, resonating in her soul : "I will tame you."

The red haired human flinched...Thalassa had whispered those words to her, leaning in her ear.

Fiona's own emerald eyes flashed in fear as if sensing her challenge. Thalassa smiled. "Alright. I'll tell the overseers I bought another one."

Lucretia took her payment, counted it, and unlocked Fiona's cuffs, and delivered her leash, naked, and bound, to the new owner. "Since all the children are returning to school, my plantation is quite relaxed now." She told Lucretia. "And I ran out of men to play with. This will provide me a challenge."

Fiona just sighed and looked at the Dark Elf.

"Welcome to my household, slave. What is your name?" She askes sweetly.

Fiona's heart and ego finally hit a low point to retort even when naked and chained. "What does the sign on my chest say? Cannae ye read?"

Lucretia's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, and she slapped her forehead. "You are SO dead, woman." Much to her surprise, Thalassa gave a cute snort "Ha-", and laughed. And laughed....

"HAHAHAHAHA! She has spirit. Alright. 300 it is. Can you chloroform her though? I don't want to argue with a human who think she is still my equal."

"You FUCKI-" Fiona was about to roar in anger.

The Dark Elf, though smaller, shot out with her hand and grabbed Fiona's throat savagely. Chained to the post and unable to defend herself, Fiona's eyes bulged and she flailed until Thalassa held out a rag.

"You can inhale this or be strangled to sleep. Your choice." Thalassa's eyes gleamed evilly. Weeping, Fiona nodded, and Thalassa let go of her throat, and rubbed it gently as Fiona coughed. "Much better, girl. See, obedience is much more comfortable under my lash." Sighing, Fiona leant forward and smelled the wet rag, and slowly collapsed in the dark elf's arms.

"Load her up in the cart, and deliver her to my dungeon for breaking in."

***

Her sleep was troubled by dreams of being a pet to dark elves, to be caged and ridiculed and sold.

When she woke up, that dream became reality, again.

She was tied up, legs spread, blindfolded, shamelessly exposed and suspended on her belly from the ceiling in a dark dungeon. Her mouth was gagged, and there was a small beaker suspended above her, dripping water on the back of her neck, slowly.

Fiona growled under the gag. She was tied utterly helplessly, suspended from the ceiling, naked, with tight rope loops around her nipples. She heard footsteps, whiplashes and moans all around. She was hyperventilating when high heeled footsteps came in.

The dark elf chuckled at her vain struggles and proceeded to tie her up tighter, ignoring her growls.

"You are helpless."

Her quip made Fiona growl again and even try struggling. A slap on her pale bottom made her shudder and yelp."

"Stop."

Sobbing, she stopped.

"Good." Her captor lay a hand on her back, rubbing. "Breathe slowly."

"Understand your helplessness and my skills at arousing you. Let it mold your senses, relax and let go of your ego."

Fiona's eyes started to tear again and she shook her head in painful denial. Thalassa's vicious dark elven features softened a bit. "Come on. The ropes do not hurt you. And I won't harm you...any more than necessary. But you do need a little correction, my dear. "

Fiona panted desperately for air and was turning blue, prompting Thalassa to take off her gag. Fiona started sobbing nad whimpering through her mouth: "Why...you evi-"

*crack* Fiona's butt was not throbbing with pain and sporting a red hand mark.

"No talking back. Be civil. You will not be hurt if you cooperate."

Exhausted, the redhead nodded as Thalassa's dark hands tenderly wiped her sweat, removed the water torture dripper and slightly loosened her bonds.

"I have bought you, which means you are my slave whether you like it or not, do you understand?" Fiona was silent.

"You are a purchased slave, a property." Thalassa threw a harsh look at her.

"Let's get this over quick. These pretty feet?They are mine."

The dark elf rubbed Fiona's soles and toes, kissing and biting them softly, making Fiona yelp.

"They are my property. These long, strong legs?" She grasped the long, white, thick feminine legs and rubbed her dark hands, slapping occasionally.

"They are mine. Those strong, red-haired thighs and the red rose garden?" Her hand darted out to cup Fiona's helpless, exposed womanhood and squeeze it, eliciting a shriek and moan. She then slapped her bum, squeezing it harsh enough to make Fiona grit her teeth and eventually moan, again.

"That cute pussy and ass? They are mine. My property" *slap* Fiona could not help but moan this time. "Please..."

"Sshh...I'm not done yet." Thalassa walked over her. "These plump, beautiful breasts? Whom they belong to?" She softly cupped one, gently and weighing the beautiful, white breast hanging from Fiona's freckled, white chest.

"Well?" She started squeezing harder, softly squeezing a nipple. "They are very beautiful." She smiled, leaning and giving the fleshy mound a soft kiss and bite. "Whom do they belong to?"

"Y-you!" Fiona flinched in pain and pleasure, making Thalassa nod and smile.

"And that beautiful face? Lips? ears? Mouth?" She kissed and squeezed every part of Fiona's face. "My property. I bought them. I own them from the slave market. Get it?" The dark elf glared lustfully at the helpless, suspended Fiona. "I own this body before me. Do I?" She gazed at the helpless woman's face.

Fiona had enough abuse in short amount of time. She could now only wearily nod, hoping it will be over.

"Very well. I will now lower and untie you from your shibari." She pulled a small rope, slowly lowering the shamefully bound naked human woman from her predicament to safe ground. Her dextrous hands untied the woman's naked feet, legs and chest binds, eventually freeing her tormented skin into a pile of sobbing mess. Fiona scrambled to her feet, sullenly staring at her and covering her naked body with her hands, as Thalassa laughed and washed her own.

"If you continue to defy me, I will make your life here very difficult. But if you co-operate, I'll give you... a tranquil, joyful farm life with the love and care you so clearly crave... and deserve."

"What do you know abou' wha' I crave?" Fiona retorted, albeit carefully, snatching a blanket to cover herself. Thalassa started to laugh, without malice. "Come. I'll read you something." She pulled her gently towards a small reading room and took out a book. "The Subconscious: Fallacy of Free Will."

"Please. Take a seat. I will read you the passages you must hear..." She softly made her sit on a cushy chair and draped her with the blanket.

"I'll have tea and painkillers brought in."

***

Hours passed as Thalassa seated her and read her the book about the fallacy of free will, praising utilitarianism and mutual pleasures.

Fiona was grasping a cold cup of tea, eyes locked to the ceiling, by the time Thalassa was finished.

"You may spend the night here. I feel that you badly need to accept your new life. But I know you need more than the whip to come to terms."

She replaced her tea, and smiled at her, caressing her white, soft cheek. "Taming human women is...harder for us. Thorns just brutalize you into servitude. Women like you would have her back scarred heavily." Her dark skin made a perfect contrast with Fiona's ivory skin." Her hands softly caressed, fingertips softly squeezing Fiona's soft, white cheek and nose. "I wouldn't do that...as a misguided human woman, you deserve compassionate guidance from your superior monster owners."

Fiona looked at her with sadness. "Compassion..."

Thalassa chuckled. "Come on, you killed mamono and fought many more. You shouldn't feel bad about a slap or two, or being suspended for some time... Besides, you didn't seem to be suffering when I laid my lips on your most precious body parts..."

"Ain't decent... a knight of St. Celestine..." Fiona mumbled.

"A war machine? Fiona..." Thalassa whispered. "You are far more valuable than hurting mamono whose life depends on male energy..."

"You raped me!"

Thalassa smirked. "A little nude restraint and a tickle and kiss doesn't count as pushing you down and fucking you senseless, slave." She chuckled. "You are a human, and my property now, unless your captains buy you back."

Fiona's eyes implored Thalassa, full of tears. The Dark Elf sighed: being a Rose had her difficulties. The human woman wanted to hear some care personally, her wet emerald eyes showed as such. The dark elf sat next to Fiona and started caressing her hair.

"It's not the end of the world. You are also a valuable plantation slave. A property...maybe a future friend and mother, nanny to me children, foster mother to my abandoned human children..."

Fiona shivered at a soft kiss on her neck. "...maybe a lover too...At least a bed companion to spice up my night life." Thalassa grinned. "I hit the spot, didn't I? You crave to be owned and loved. I heard Alba is notorious for blood feuds."

Fiona looked away, nodding quietly.

"You would be wasted in its crags and lochs and green wilderness, another angry human woman needlessly dying and fighting a needless clan war." Thalassa confidently declared, as she rubbed her own black, pointy ears with a skin cream: dry air tended to hurt her erogenous ears.

"You don't just crave love. You deserve it."

Fiona looked at her again.

"You earned it." She earnestly said it. "You rose from a people that had women as second-class citizens and attracted the attention of a recruiter. Isn't that enough by itself? To now live a tranquil farm life free of restraints of your religion?"

For these words, the human woman had no words.

"You are still grumpy." Thalassa approached her with a smirk. "That means..." She darted out, slapping handcuffs on Fiona's wrists and pinning her down on the chair and snatching her tea.

"Wha! Wait, wait, I didn't do anythehehehehehehehHHEHEHEEHEHNG!"

Thalassa hugged her tight, and started tickling her armpits. The laughter and shriek the human woman elicited was sweet music to her. She kept on tickling, her hands racing from her armpits to her belly, as the human lost it and started laughing without restraint.

"AHA! You are ticklish, slave! YOU ARE DOOMED: Because I like tickling..." Thalassa laughed as she kept tormenting her. Fiona thrashed and laughed like mad as merciless hands tormented her, tickled and rubbed every sensitive area as the dark elf pinned her tired body.

She laughed, and laughed, until her mind started to melt. The Dark Elf captor was merciless, and did ot stop as ticklish sensations filled her mind to a blank slate..

She laughed breathlessly for minutes as she was tickled mercilessly, the dark elf cruelly laughing and tickling her all over her belly, shoulder and neck.

"stoHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHP!"

Laughter, lack of air and the rush of pleasure had finally made her snap and scream in desperation:

"MISTRESS! MERCY!" Fiona herself clasped her hands over her mouth as Thalassa burst in laughter. "Ha! Broken-in!" Fiona was frozen and blushing red.

"Ohohoho~" She grinned "Had I known this would make you break so easily..." The dark elf laughed and kissed Fiona's nose. "Very well, I decide to be merciful. But, say, how about we have a few more tender moments of laughter?"

"Wait, I am not rea-hehehehehahahahahahahahaha!" She thrashed and laughed as another ticklish assault was unleashed upon her. The maids cleaning up the library smiled at each other lovingly, savoring the laughter of their new friend.

Tickling was Thalassa's favorite hobby. It not only made the grumpy slaves laugh, but was also a method to break in minds with pleasure and laughter. It felt so warm and comfy when she and Fiona cuddled after an hour of tickling.

"You will stay in the dormitory. Our human...servants are well housed there. Now go to sleep, my newest red toy." She kissed Fiona's cheek.

***1 month later***

It passed like a breeze. Fiona was taken out, given light restraints and left to work under a careful overseer. Thalassa's daughter personally oversaw her work at the farm and sawmill. Fiona, conflicted and confused, was told to focus on working to earn her meal and keep, and clear her head of issues.

The redhead was given light serf clothes, an (admittedly light metal) collar, a slightly heavy pair of ankle cuffs and was kept under scrutiny. The human woman sighed and started working , carrying farming tools and tilling the soil. The Dark Elves made slaves of humans, but she had to admit, they were treated well. Nothing like tales of evil cruelty, though still humiliating, and admittedly evil if the person had a family back home.

She was collared and leashed to her Overseer during the day who took care of her and a few dozen more. First few days she was struck with terror and shame until she realized no one cared about her predicament and humans at the plantation treated her as an equal , so Fiona got to work, helping at the farm with farming tools, eventually getting used to being collared.

The third day there was no leash, but collar to remind her what she is. And pinchings.

Sweet Allfather, the pinchings and gropings. The Dark Elves, perverts and bondage freaks they are, loved to touch and bully humans. Mostly men (Fiona saw more than a few -personal punishments- due to perceived slights in their work) were taken to be "questioned and punished" an returned with dopey smiles on their faces.

If Fiona had known Thalassa had ordered them, she'd be worse off. Every morning, when she passed the overseer, she had given up on trying to run from the butt-slap that would come with it. Thalassa's daughter the Overseer would wink, smile, and when she'd pass, deliver a slap on her bum that would make it jiggle. At the fourth day, Fiona's resigned, sad look had made her giggle.

"Come on, it's a bit of harmless fun~" She kissed her cheek and handed her tools and simply squeezed her rump softly. "Now get to work, cherryhead."

Fiona started feeling conflicted the next day. This was different than what she thought, very different.

She was treated no differently than her owners save for serf work around the farm and the mansion. No beatings other than badly made mistakes which would earn corporeal punishment back home anyway. She ate at their table, lived in their lodgings, and shared rooms and baths.

True, she was property and more than once she saw fresh captives "broken in" before joining the slave dormitory, but the conditions were neither dirty nor cruel. That said, the Dark Elves would hunt runaways mercilessly, and would punish them severely. Of course, occasionally one or two slave would leave the farm as a delegate would ransom important figures or lucky ones whose relatives would pay enough to get them out.
The coup de grace to her old beliefs was the sinful little pleasure she received and (admittedly) gave with gusto:

After she was given a bit more freedom, Fiona had decided to plough the field and take a little rest under a tree, behind the treeline where the fields joined the carefully trimmed forest. It was a hot and humid day that had sheared her willpower to work, even under threat of lashes.

She snuggled under the tree, and closed her eyes...after all a short break could be good...

...

"What do you think you are doing here?" A very feminine and upset voice roused her from her sleep.

She gasped. The Overseer was right on top of her, legs planted on each side of her snoring, asleep body before she was roused with a nudge.

"You will be flogged." She angrily stated. "Follow me."

Fiona was about to raise her hand in apology and a plea when the dark elf smirked. "Or, there is another way to pay penance... I might not even say a word of your laziness." The redhead, sweaty from sleep and fearful of her reduced station in the farm, nodded eagerly. "I need female essence besides food." The Dark Elf chuckled. "I'm sure you can help me out..."

Fiona sighed. Intimacy was still foreign to her, but she thought: "It might be less harmful than getting beaten and losing standing."

The dark elf, her ebon features gleaming before the midday sun, flashed a toothy grin. "Let's get comfy, shall we?" She slowly pulled her leather skirt, and revealed a shaven, clean pussy with a tiny tuft of white hair typical of her dark elven heritage.

"Why don't you get that sweet tongue over here, and I'll return the favor? Hmm?" The overseer girl chuckled, slowly pulling Fiona's face closer to her womanhood.

Fiona closed her eyes and extended her tongue, afraid and slightly disgusted by the sexual abuse, but also dreaming of a happy place. Once her tongue touched the soft, bumpy flesh of her overseer's cunny, it all changed.

The soft, silky slit was cool, clean and wet. Her tongue tasted so many sensation at once that, for one moment, Fiona let go of her reservations.

Fiona kissed the dark slit on impulse, and ran an experimental lick. The texture of the slit was slippery, soft, with a slightly tangy, salty taste. Closing her lips around her gash, Fiona started to insert her tongue slowly, losing her restraint.

"Ahn~ to think you were prudish..." The Dark Elf's eyes rolled back in a wave of pleasure, and she turned around, engulfing the redhead's eager face with her hips and womanhood.

"I should return the favor and feast on your essence..."

Fiona's legs were held down, the Dark Elf turning around to kneel, and present her petite rear to Fiona's face, as she knelt down to undo Fiona's serf skirt and reach her most intimate area. The feeling of the mamono woman's tongue inside her body, of her lips and teeth and breath stimulating her entire pelvic region, was shocking.

"Go on. I'll make you feel great! Just relax your legs and breathe."

The soft, hot tongue was far far better than the cold fingers she was violated some time ago. Her mind melting, Fiona leant and extended her tongue, greedily burying her face inside the mamono girl's twat and tasting more and more of the delicious demonic energy she started to have cravings.

Likewise, the soft, ticklish tongue had roused the same fire a month ago.

It felt so good, being violated by a woman's tongue, sweet wet suckles and licks exploding on the cute button above her entrance.

When her overseer licked and nibbled it, her world went ablaze, again.

It seemed like an eternity that they lay there, their moans growing louder and louder, their bodies putting out so much sweat and other fluid that it was practically beginning to pool around them. Finally, with a shudder, Fiona climaxed, her insides clamping around her overseer's tongue with powerful muscles and drenching her face with so much of her glorious liquid love that it was impossible to even think of devouring it all. Yet the Dark Elf closed her mouth on Fiona's white thighs, licking and sucking like crazy.

"Oh gods..." The Dark Elf and Fiona simultaneously shivered, their tongues bringing each other to another orgasm. Shaking free of the dark elf woman, Fiona licked her lips of the spicy-sweet taste and looked at her. The Dark Elf overseer smiled, and showered Fiona's thighs with kisses, drinking her female juices as well. Fiona, in her lust crazed sight could not help but notice the mamono dark elf feed on it with gusto, and almost feel better with a faint glow.

"Not bad at all, sweetie. I'll not mention of your slacking to the mistress." She blew Fiona a kiss. "I also feed on female essence too, so...I will harvest that lovely cunny juice some time again, soon."

Fiona, shaken and disheveled, nodded weakly.

...

"Before we get back to work...." The overseer leant and left her lips a final sweet peck. "Don't slack off like that again, OK?" Fiona nodded wearily.

"At least, when you get the urge, hit me up. I need this as much as food, born a mamono with a female desire. You can then sleep off some hours in my bed."

It was a "quickie" as the mistress put it, and much to Fiona's surprise, made her relaxed and happy. Afterwards, however...

"I buried my face in her cunt and arse..."

Fiona had done the rest of her labor with an ashamed expression, while maintaining her facade. She looked away beet red when her overseer winked at her. Her face could boil water when she saw some of human slave women pointing at her and giggling.

She despaired each week as slaves came in and got out with no missive to get herself out of this captivity. Not even one captive knew her name or mentioned her Captain aiming to ransom her out.

As weeks passed, her spirits sank.

Eventually she broke down in tears at the breakfast table. She was sobbing in despair at the breakfast table when everyone else had left out of silent courtesy, only to feel a soft dark hand on her shoulder.

"They don't know your true value." Thalassa simply commented, seeing her sulk. She leant, handed her a fresh cup of tea, and kissed her on the cheek. "I give you my word that your name was on the slave registry. Apparently they don't bother..." As Fiona started sobbing louder and louder, the dark elf sighed. She nuzzled the woman's neck softly. Then, Fiona lost it, ranting and crying loudly.

"Married at thirteen before the bastard left me for a dainty dark skinned slut from the south!" Thalassa held a giggle back as she ranted. "Lef' me with no inheritance or title from my father and left me a woman to beg until I was taken by a Captain! How do you think I feel! Now I'm a slave to another dark girl! I HAVE NOTHING IN LIFE AND LOST EVERYTHING!" Fiona was struck asunder, crying hysterically in the dark elf's arms, whose eyes even moistened despite the racist rant.

Softly holding her head, Thalassa kissed her on the forehead.

"But you have a home. Here."

The simplicity of these words nearly stopped Fiona's heart. She was breathing heavily, her disheveled hair and chest heaving with every breath. "Being a slave to a Rose dark elf village means you also get taken care of until the end of your life."

Fiona's gaze on her was that of an abandoned puppy. Thalassa's heart softened at her tears, sighing, she hugged the large human woman.

"We will never abandon or neglect you." The former human warrior woman-turned slave could only swallow, wipe her nose and collapse in Thalassa's arms, nuzzling her and burying her tears in her owner's chest.

"Shh..." Thalassa leant and took her to her chest, consoling the poor, abandoned ex-warrior. "Shh..." She kissed her neck and hugged her for half an hour. "Go to sleep."

Thalassa's heart was not made of stone: she let go all the insults snuck inside her rant. To cheer her up, she had given her the day off, and tomorrow, simply made a maid as other relatives from other farms and man-hunts visited. That day she was given a set of frilly maid clothes with the Dark Elf overseers shrugging about the size: "We could only find this."

It was something. Skimpy, a bit weird, but formfitting. Shrugging, Fiona dressed up, and stood at attention, eager to provide refreshments to the visitors. Her red, curly long hair and freckles adorning her ivory skin, combined with her emerald eyes drew quite the attention as Dark Elves and their mamono allies and chatted, each commenting on her beauty and exotic appearance. More than often, each would ask her to be seated next to themselves, hold her hand and even lay a hand on her thigh.

Fiona never felt more at east when each sympathized with her plight, and promised to buy her or even ransom her if it came to that, as she served drinks and snacks to visiting mamono.

Hours later, the last guest left, leaving the maids to clean and do dishes. Fiona was absentmindedly collecting dishes and washing them.

"They are calling me beautiful." Fiona's deep, distant, thoughtful stare drew Thalassa's sharp eye: the human was an intriguing specimen.

Had she wanted, she could kill everyone opposing her and escape. But children made her softer than cheese. And her behaviour...depressed, traumatized and sullen, one could imagine a few things happening in the past: things not even the most perverted dark elf did not dare asking.

"Good job for an evening well done, Fiona." She praised her as she proceeded accounting the donations and sales of her farm, musing loudly. "You spoke of being called beautiful. Explain." She signed a check and filed it, as another maid brought her tea.

"Yeh know. I'm not that...Allfather do I have to say it out loud?" Ignoring Thalassa's frown at disrespect, she emptied her heart. "I got legs of a tree trunk, ginger as f**k, and -No, enough with no swearing- dainty as an Oni... I..."

Tears wet the table.

Thalassa's maids shrugged at her : "No idea." told their eyes. Thalassa's sigh and eyes meant "Not this shit again."

She started crying in heartrending sobs, leaving Thalassa conflicted between punishing her or consoling her.

"Gods of fate must have played a real trick on me, or some perverted human man is writing our tale." Thalassa sighed, looking to the heavens as if she could feel the writer of fate's thick, hairy wandering hands. Her ears twitched, signaling both maids to comfort and seat the sobbing human woman to a chair.

"You are, extremely beautiful. Let no one ever say otherwise. Here's your slave manifest, usually we never read papers to captives to demoralize them." She took a small scroll with a purchase bill. "You are identified as the most attractive capture up to date. When I heard the news, I dashed to the marketplace to add another trophy from far away..." She caressed Fiona's cheek. "And I think I found a valuable friend as well."

Fiona looked at her full of tears."Yeh... really fancy me as a friend?" Without speaking, she hugged Fiona, and lifted her cup of green tea to Fiona's lips.

The redhead sighed, and sipped tentatively.

"You aren't swearing anymore, my fiery one."

Fiona gulped, swallowing tears. "My...?"

The Dark Elf kept smiling, and leant on her lips for a soft, tender kiss. Fiona did not resist, and even moved her tongue to entwine with the sweet, purple tongue of her captor. The Dark Elf grinned, softly suckling her sweet lips and tongue and tasting her tears.

"Small and dainty doesn't mean the only beauty, my red tigress."

"I ought to wash your swearing mouth with soap to make sure you don't."

"Don't yeh focking try." Fiona growled between the angry,sultry kiss. Her soft, pink lips returned the kiss on Thalassa's nose. The Dark Elf gasped in surprise, and kissed her nose softly, repeatedly as well.

"That's the spirit, sweetheart. Also ten lashes for the swearing." Fiona frowned and pouted.

"Please,wait... Sorry..."

Thalassa smiled, grinning.

"Twenty."

Sighing, the redhead stood up, walked to and brought the leather whip that rested on the fireplace sullenly.

"Assume the position please." Smiling with shining white teeth that could light up the room, Thalassa patiently waited Fiona to remove her shirt and sit.

"Consider this a corporeal punishment practiced in the military if it helps. One!"

The whip landed on Fiona's back, eliciting a gasp.

***

"Fifteen!"

Fiona did not even flinch after she was struck once, shutting her mind from the pain and humiliation. Her mind went to the reasons why she was like this in the first place, trying to beat back the half-nakedness and shame away...

Then she felt cool water and air on her back.

"Five less, and ice treatment for being a good one and not making another fuss." Thalassa was gently wiping her reddened back with a cool napkin and blowing on it. "I don't feel like hurting you, but I will until you learn manners. Get it love?"

Fiona blushed red as her hair "Don't say love unless you mean it."

Thalassa threw her head back to explode in a laughter that sounded like sweet,clinking glasses with wine.

"Still conflicted?"

"In my blood." Fiona looked away with a blush. Thalassa's eyes shone brighter as she grinned and gave a soft, slow lick on Fiona's round ear.

"I take that as a challenge, my fiery emerald." She tapped Fiona's cheek to point at her eyes. "Not to mention some of the fight in you is gone. I didn't hear you complain doing my chores. I was amazed you even made my tea and chopped wood and worked at the farm without complaint, as I read the books to you from the window!"

Fiona sneered. "Yeh promised yeh wouldn't whip or hunt any more poor bairns to be yer slaves...only because of that."

Thalassa burst into laughter: "You believed I would, silly human girl?" She sighed. Wiping her pointy black ears with a wet napkin, she started lecturing Fiona again. "I was joking."

"I shall do no such thing, Fiona. Little humie boys grow up to be big humie boys....and husbands and fathers for my daughters. Or go out into the world and sire more humie boys for my daughters to love...And the humie 'bairns' as you like to call them seem to enjoy playing with our daughters well enough..."

Giggles from the library could be heard. A human boy next room was happily playing with a slightly older dark elf girl who had him in her arms and teaching him to "kiss the big sister."

Fiona turned to look at her. Thalassa pointed towards the couple, who stopped kissing clearly started having sex in front of them. The Dark Elf girl softly pushed her mate down, kissing and sucking his lips and tongue as her hands gently started undoing his trousers and slowly mounting him through her pantiless leather skirt.

"See that boy? Years ago I found him being chased by bandits that killed his family, running in desperate terror. The bandits were promptly left tied up for your marshal to hang them, and I took the scared, terrified boy here on my horse, and here."

Thalassa took a cup of tea fortified with brandy and sighed sadly, reminiscing of sad past.

"He clung to me like a kitten for days, cried and cried, so I spent a few days consoling him in my room until I gave him to my human maids to adopt. Now years later he is healthy, grown up, his traumatized heart is healed and he is a good plaything for my daughters. And how does he pay back? He is my -well maintained- property, healthy farmer, cook, father, lover and stud."

"Last week our Hellhound guard was pregnant with a litter of 4 pups. He sired them, as well as 2 grandchildren for me." Fiona smiled at the cute hellhound pups running around the plantation and yapping. Each looked like a miniature, much cuter Hellhound with even fluffier arms and legs as they laughed, talked and cutely barked at and nibbled everything in their eager childhood playfulness.

"We never mistreat...though some have to adapt to being taken in...but we try to be the best in...accomodation." She pinched Fiona's thigh. "Especially valuable merchandise like you... You should be happy you were bought by me and not by a Thorn remnant."

Fiona flinched, biting her lips. "To yeh I'm like a merchandise...To be sold and owned..." The Dark Elf grinned and nodded. "Everything and everyone has a price, dear. Yes, I see you as valuable property. Does that disturb you?"

Fiona nodded. "Very." Her voice shook with reawakened trauma, which prompted Thalassa to softly caress her chest and neck to calm her down. "Shhh..." She softly rubbed Fiona's shaking hands and lips until the freckled redhead calmed in her steel grasp.

"What if I'd say that you are more valuable than a million slaves and...some of my sisters...once you're properly tamed and broken in..." That made Fiona breathe heavily. She shuddered again as Thalassa rubbed her pointy nose on her neck. "You know I spent a fortune on the ropes to restrain you earlier?" Fiona looked at her with disbelief.

"They are flexible, and will never hurt you or your circulation. THAT is how much I value a delicious little flaming jewel that fell on my lap." She could feel the fiery redhead's heartbeats quicken at the mention of "jewel".

"I know this is a sudden change for you, but look around you, Fiona. Do you see any of our humans in pain or despair?" Outside it was an orderly plantation, albeit under strict control with patrolling dark elves with wide smiles, bright eyes and cruel whips controlling the labor and love around them.

"Now, dear. The food is getting cold. Let's eat downstairs."

Both went downstairs, with Thalassa noticing Fiona's gait becoming less stuck up, and not needing to be guided by arm. Still, Thalassa kept a grip on her arm to remind her what she was here, and Fiona's blank stare confirmed as much. They sat to the dinner table, as servants and dark elf alike kept a quiet gaze on both women, slave and mistress, sit down to eat.

Begrudgingly, Fiona opened her mouth to receive a tasty morsel of food like a babe, with Thalassa smiling at her all the way. Slowly she chewed, and swallowed.

"How's it taste?" Thalassa grinned.

"Good..." Fiona could not deny it. It was great. Thalassa frowned and put away the bowl. "You forgot to say something..." She crossed her arms, glaring at Fiona.

Fiona was never a woman to be talked down...but the last few weeks had broken most of her spirit. "It's good, mistress..." She mumbled weakly.

"Good girl." Fiona's eyes flared at the belittling remark, but cheeks blushed red at the headpat. Her daughters giggled as they ate and made out with their own husbands. The dark elf noticed Fiona's unease around being handcuffed at dinner table.

"You have to be more honest with me before I can allow you greater freedom, my red tigress." Thassa was smelling her body, nose embedded in her neck. "Such as your lust, desires...you are burning up like my lamp under your skin but you tense so much when my fingers touch you...why?"

"A woman shall not lie with a woman as she does with a man." Fiona repeated her holy book with less-than-enthusiastic abandon. Thalassa chuckled at her words:

"Of course not. They shall lie with a fire that will burn their hearts and beds!" She laughed at her own wit, as well as the maids. "Seriously, that's the reason you Lescatians are so stuck-up. Thrust, thrust, thrust, where's the joy with that?..."She kept smiling, softly teasing her cheeks and nose and playing with her freckles.

"Besides, these Lescatian verses can be re-interpreted. Think of using no sex toys, but hugging and kissing each other. Men don't "lay" like that."

Fiona's gaze hardened. "Wait... you read the scriptures?"

Thalassa swallowed her food and nodded. "If you interpret them literally, there is nothing against two women going at it as long as I don't use a sex toy. Nothing against multi-spousal marriage if theres two men and many mamono in between."

Fiona scratched her head, touched by the on-the-spot philosophy.
"Tehehehehe! I love these red dots on your body! I want to play with them so much!" Fiona chuckled on impulse when Thalassa rubbed a brush on her cheeks.

"Allfather help me..."Fiona moaned, rolling her eyes. "I an' my freckles like a f- toy..."

"Freckles?" The dark elf girl rose her inquisitive gaze at the captive human paladin. "What are they?"

"My people's feature." Fiona chewed her food. "Them up north have em."

The dark elf shrugged : "All the better for me to play with. I have decided to keep you out of the sun. From now on you handle indoor maid work and evening field work. Get it?"

Fiona nodded. "Can I also work at the nursery?"

The Dark Elf's grin was from ear to ear.

***



"Local wolf girl goes awoo. Can Mamono Times go worse than this at full moon?" Thalassa was relaxing by the fire as Fiona walked in, with her maid clothes and brought her tea.

"Thank you dear." The dark elf took her tea and politely nodded. "When you are done, please sit. I want to talk about your future, my human slave."

Fiona's heart skipped a beat.

"Ah no." As if reading her mind, Thalassa folded the newspaper and smiled. "I will not sell you, though your fame and friendship with my neighbors would yield a fortune were I to auction you naked on my market. I was thinking... since you spent so much time and we...have become quite friendly, I was thinking to breeding you." Ignoring Fiona's astounded (and equally afraid) expression, she went on. "My serfs always provide me sons and daughters for my lineage and more serfs and mothers. You can't be the exception if you are going to live here."

Fiona stared at her dumbfounded..."Wha..."

"Why, never thought of children? You seem to LOVE them. You are the darling of every dark elf child and human child in my farm! Have you ever heard of what they call you?"

"What?" Fiona blinked.

"Aunt Fiona Rouge. They already see you as family. And I think...it's time you cradled a human child of your own."

The dark elf stood up turned away from the door and walked slowly to Fiona, her body swaying lightly from side one side to another in each step. She walked over to the human redhead, placed her hands on his shoulders, pushed her back onto the bed and pressed her lips against hers. She moaned lightly and then withdrew, soaking up the bewildered expression on Fiona's face.

"Wha' was that fo'..." She gasped.

"We are going to make love, you and I." Thalassa started removing her clothes. "I am going to be gentle, but I want you to enjoy this. Strip."

Fiona, breathing harder, nodded and starting to remove her maid clothes.

"I am going to keep you, my exotic northern beauty. I never saw a woman like you." The shocked Fiona listened helplessly to her naked, panting dark elf captor. Worse, all her resistance, intermittently flaring at times, had died.

"I'm going to fuck you. Then my stud slaves will fuck you." Thalassa was smiling between wet, loud kisses. "I will breed you, and see your womb fill with life. Because you are mine and I will do as I wish." Fiona's weak retort was stopped before she could speak: with a fierce kiss.

Fiona did not resist anymore as her clothes were removed, to be lad bare, naked with her ivory skin glowing in the candlelight. Her mistress, the dark elf lady who bought her from the marketplace, leaned over her supine form, her pure white hair and her ebon skin softly descending on her as a warm blanket. Fiona's mouth was filled with a sweet taste when Thalassa kissed her lustfully.

"You look so much in heat now, my northern slave. I think we should have you bred this night, its so auspicious to conceive life under the full moon." Thalassa rained soft kisses over her pure white belly, her arms, her lips, hands, thighs and feet.

Fiona breathed hard, with anticipation of this night, her haid disheveled around her. her arousal increased when she saw that well-built, handsome human man who fancied her enter the room after Thalassa clapped her hands. "Bruce! Samuel!"

"Bruce."

Thalassa giggled. "You sound eager for him...ha! dripping wet!" Her hand went to rub the lines of the redhead woman's pussy, and her lips met Fiona's. "Let's get you ready for mounting, red horse."

"Neigh." Both women exploded in laughter as two stud slaves climbed the bed, chuckling.

"Together, side by side. I want to feel your heartbeat as we are both fucked." Thalassa leant close, her small, warm body leaning on Fiona's sweat soaked cooler, soft, large one. Letting all decency go, Fiona lifted her hips and got comfy on the bed full of anticipation.

Her heartbeats reached a crescendo and she bit her lips when she felt Bruce enter her. A dark hand was under her breast, enjoying her heartbeats as she was bred. Suddenly, the stud slave reached forward, gently turned her over with his cock still embedded inside her.

Fiona screamed in delight, only to be silenced by the man's deep kiss pulling her head back, and submitted deeply, her strong legs hugging her lover.

When the bed under her started to creak, Fiona let her ego go, herself, her body and sensations floating in high heavens, the center of her pleasures being the tingly fire between her legs.

Meanwhile, Thalassa was enjoying her new southern slave's attentions. A monster of a man possessing a cock as long as a foot. Thalassa had bought him traumatized when a local king had killed his village and sold the survivors to the slave markets for no reason than someone's rebellion.

And like every utilitarian Dark Elf, she had given him a home, purpose, and human wives to start all over his human existence again. Occasionally, she'd call him to his bed, explaining the "orisha-women"'s need for male essence and birth problem.

Samuel was more than happy to oblige to copulate to please himself...and his beloved mistress. He had already seven children from different serf human women as well, and some Lamia maids' children showed distinctly southern looks like dark skin and curly hair. And now he was doing his part by fucking Thalassa savagely, the mamono woman lying on all fours in front of him. The wet "slap" sounds had increased , signaling his release until an accident happened, certainly unintentionally.

"Yes...yes...YE-ARRGH! NOT THAT HOLE YOU BASTARD!" Thalassa screeched as her asshole was split open by Samuel's cock. "I WILL WHIP YOU BLOODY FOR THIS!" She clawed at the bedsheets, angry and helpless in his arms as her pointy ears twitched from sheer pain when her big black slave plunge his monstrous cock, without lubrication, in her round, petite arse. "STOP! STOP!"

"C-can't help!" Samuel, crazed by lust, kept thrusting.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck yo-" Thalassa grit her teeth, repeating the hateful words like a mantra as her asshole got dilated, being pumped by the dark, thick cock of her southern slave.

Samuel kept thrusting, holding her mistress's round hips savagely, slapping faster until he growled and roared in pleasure, unloading inside her. Her tormented asshole, burning with pain only felt some relief when a warm gush of seed relaxed it as Samuel's ejaculating cock was slowly withdrawn with a wet slurp.

"S-sorry mistress!"

"You bastard! Not...ah~" She moaned, still shuddering. "I'm going to whip you for this!"

"Worth it." Samuel gasped, fainting from a twin orgasm. "Your ass is heavenly mistress!"

"Son of a bitch." She kicked his flank. "What did I say about anal sex! With that murderous foot long... Forty lashes tomorrow and ten days in cock cage you black son of a bitch!" She whimpered, holding her ass and desperately trying to massage the pain away. Deep inside she had enjoyed it, far too proud as a dark elf to admit.

"As you say, mistress..." He sighed, slumping in a fetal position and fast falling asleep, his mind mumbling subconsciously. "Dark elf calls me black... heh".

...

Fiona's sluggish mind felt a poke. "What do you say when you are going to be given nice clothes?" Her addled mind had lost all resistance, she muttered. Thalassa was before her, rubbing her own bum with one hand while glaring at sleeping Samuel.

"Thank you...mishtressh..."

Thalassa's smile could light up the sky. Her lips touched Fiona's tired, trembling own. She entwined herself tighter with the human woman as they both slept. Thalassa gasped in surprise at the playful bite on her pointy ear, and resumed rubbing Fiona's belly.

"Let's give you more tasks tomorrow, my house slave. Looks like you are getting your spirit back."

Fiona mumbled, and fell asleep. "Fair enough.", with her dark elf mistress spooning her tenderly. Outside, soft moans and laughter could be heard from various bedrooms where the dark elves rewarded their slaves with the best debaucheries known to life.

***several months later***

Rose village was as always, busy with the trade and artisanship of its inhabitants. Whether it was the slave trade, handicrafts or the services, the town was bustling. Slaves that were enterprising likewise could own shops on behalf of their monstergirl owners and keep proceeds whether to ransom themselves or to simply live better.

One shop, "The Scissor and Needle." was a freshly opened, small building: a tattoo parlor and a hairdresser's shop. It was operated by human "servants" and a young Dark Elf girl that tended to the register.

A red haired human female slave was cutting and shaping a young dark elf's long and wild hair to a more appropriate design. That human slave was brought in from a skirmish, and finally was made a servile, gentle woman: Fiona.

Fiona was, clad in soft white cotton slave fashion, snipping away at her client's long, ruffled locks of hair. Dark Elves had always insufferably white hair combined with wild growth: this little lady was no different. Already pouting, the young dark elf girl was only kept in place by tussling her human "servant"'s head and chatting with him: a small boy as old as her. The boy and she fit well, though her overbearing attitude, endless talking and the boy's meek answers made her head ache a little.

A little more scissor strokes, and her hair ends were perfectly cut in a horizontal, straight line. Fiona politely told her that it was finished, and the girl stood up, went to the register, and paid her fee. She pulled on the boy's leash, prompting hm to follow her.

Fiona politely nodded, did not expect an answer and started sweeping the floor. After some weeks of careful indoctrination and some...gentle reminders, she had learned to be submissive just enough to please, and her owner, Thalassa, knew not to push or hurt her ego more than necessary. Not to mention Bruce, one of the mistresses' slaves, was particularly attractive...the one that had her that fateful night when she finally gave in.

The cashier, one of Thalassa's daughters, tapped her shoulders: "Fiona, your condition is delicate. Just go back to the mansion and rest the final months off. Tell mother I said hi.", rubbing her pregnant belly tenderly. That was all Fiona could have wanted. She curtsied, hugged her back and started going home.

During her return, Fiona bought a small popsicle for her pregnancy cravings, and amiably chatted with other humans taking breaks (she was allowed to keep her earnings for luxuries). She chatted and followed Nis'a, a Qadimi woman who was born under mamono rule, was happily pregnant as well, pulling her male children along her as she followed Fiona home.

Fiona's husband, Bruce, met her at the gates who was working on the plantation's irrigation pump. He hugged her lovingly, gave her rump a squeeze (which no longer made her flinch or bat his hands away, but bite her own lips and shudder) and led her inside, where the Mistress was watching them from the balcony, also pregnant, waved as well. The Father's Day celebrations a few months ago had gotten a bit out of control due to high spirits, and the entire Thalassa plantation females were "knocked up", from the most prudish and proud light elf maid to the most tomboyish minotaur guard, all of them lazing with pregnant bellies full of a new generation.

Of course, the light elf maid was nestled upstairs, next to her dark elf owner, looking away and muttering the shame of carrying a human's child under slavery to a evil, dark mistress while Thalassa rubbed her belly with skin cream, fed her strawberries, and chuckled as the light elf muttered in a slightly resistant way and pouted.

"I will never leave this slave plantation...Now burdened with a hairy human's bastard seed..." She sniffled with dramatic exaggaration.

"Never...You will forever be my slave...mwahahahaha" Thalassa dramatically laughed bit her white ear playfully and licked it softly. The Light Elf looked at her with a pouty, sad face, making Thalassa laugh. "Monster...I shall never know freedom again..."

"Drama queen." She kissed the tip of the light elf's ear, who finally started softly giggling as well.

"I wonder if she'll inherit Duncan's blue eyes..."

Fiona laughed and hugged the Dark Elf girls who came to greet her with joyous exclamations. Thalassa smiled: The human woman had changed from a swearing, combative bitch to a loving foster mother and a source of joy for the mamono children, even weaning the newborn mamono with her rich, full breasts.

One of the dark elf girls who hugged her, a tiny one, proudly said "If it's a boy, he marries me. If it's a girl, she'll be my maid and bestest friend!"

"It's a deal, little missy!" She poked the girl's nose, sending her running and laughing.

The child growing in her was healthy, her future and old age secure, her life was safe. All the fighting from now on would be done by her mamono masters. Fiona had found herself a home, a life, and to her surprise, peace after a decade of clan wars, then recruitment by Lescatie, and the horrors of Megiddo.

After a generous dinner, and communal bath where all the women lazed in the hot springs, nude and pregnant, Fiona joked about how many babies would be born later that year and how the relations of the children would be, while suckling a Dark Elf toddler.

She did not miss her former life as she slept with her mistress peacefully, hand in hand, both heavily pregnant from the same human servant as Bruce, their stud servant, quietly left an assortment of fruits for their night cravings, snuggled between them, and blew the candle to a warm night's well-earned sleep.

***END OF RECORD, CURSED BE TRAITOROUS WHORE FIONA***

***INQUISITION PROTECTS***