Aareesha woke early the next morning. She dressed in her maidservant skirt and high heels, as required. She inserted her dildo, ignoring the pain. After all, she might need to contact her party.

She went towards the semi-circular room. Her tit-bells jingled on her fully exposed breasts. As she entered she noted that in front of the flat area was an ellipse. The ellipse showed the cavernous area where she had left Bon and the rest of the party. Only three of the four orbs were visible. One orb must be in cleaning. She looked and saw an open utility door. On the other side of the door was a small room.

In the small room a young male elf, perhaps 30 years old or so, was busy using wool to clean a power orb. She also saw a small cart bearing a bin of damilchang dung. The bin was about half her height. Its circumference was about the same as her two outstretched arms when she performed a hug. The bin’s lid was on tight. She was glad it was. Damilchang dung was well-known for its hideous odor. She could smell a bit of its revolting odor even though the bin’s lid was tightly closed.

Aareesha could not be stealthy, so she boldly approached the young male elf. Her tit-bells announced her presence. She went down on her knuckles and knees. She faced him while resting on her knees, knuckles, tits, and forehead. She simultaneously hated, and felt good, about kowtowing to a male elf.

She asked, “What term of address must this worthless maidservant use for you?”

“To you, I am sir.”

“Sir,” she said, “the great lord who is the male guardian of this worthless maidservant told her to give you a reward. This worthless maidservant is to suck you off and tell you where to acquire the wine he has waiting for you now.”

“A wine and willy? About time. I get things done but I always get the crap shifts. I’ve never received any sign of thanks before. I’m glad I’m finally starting to get appreciated. Sounds great. Start sucking.”

“Yes, of course, sir. This worthless maidservant will serve at your pleasure, sir.”

She released his cock from his clothing. She gave the stranger a blow job, the best she could. Once he came, he said, “that was decent. Great start for a day, really. I’ll get the wine and be right back so we can go again. Wait a moment.”

“Yes, sir.”

He left the small room and crossed the semicircular room. As he walked away, Aareesha pondered. Was she really going to betray her own species? Telling secrets was one thing, but taking action to betray her species and her king was another. Her free will screamed in silence, trapped within her body. Aareesha knew all too well she would do her best to obey Bon. Even if it might mean that every elf on the continent would soon strive to torment and kill her.

The young male elf left the semicircular room to retrieve his wine. Aareesha believed she had about fifteen minutes before he would realize she’d lied.

She opened the damilchang dung bin’s lid. She held her breath. She hefted up the heavy power orb. She dumped the orb into the bin and mostly closed the lid. She wished she’d thought of a better plan. The dung smelled horrible. Its odor conquered the small room. She prepared to take the cart, with its stinky bin containing the orb, out of the small room.

She noticed a feminine silver ring on a desk next the cart. The ring had a small sapphire jewel. The silver ring’s fine etchings made its elven crafting clear. As she examined it more closely, she realized its intricate patterns were antique and timeless. She yearned for the silver ring. The beautiful elven jewelry she had once worn as a princess had all been taken away from her when she had been enslaved. Her jewelry and fine clothes had never been legally hers, but she had greatly enjoyed publicly wearing exquisite adornments with fashionable dresses at various events. She remembered how the lovely dresses flowed on her body. How her adornments flashed. She remembered many eyes looking on her with desire. She remembered flirting with many handsomely dressed male elves.

So many memories flooded back, all at once.

As a princess she had been to an uncountable number of social events. She had enjoyed finery like the elegant clothes, the sparkling jewelry, and the elaborate hairdos. She had enjoyed the extraordinary food and wine. She had enjoyed pleasure-magics at those events, all filtered and designed for elven sensibilities. They were rapturous and gently intoxicating for both males and females. The life of a noble female elf was greatly circumscribed. She had knowingly lived in a gilded cage. The gilding of her cage had, at least, been mostly delightful.

Yes, she knew every event had been all about maximizing the bride-price to be paid to her father for her and about ensuring the resulting alliance most aided her family. Whenever she had failed to adequately please her demanding male relations at those events, she had later privately received long and painful corrections. After she’d turned eighteen, additional incentives had been added. When she’d turned eighteen, and sometimes when she had done well at attracting wealthy and powerful suitors, she had received a dose of raw pleasure-magics.

Even when giving pleasure, male elves were often cruel to female elves. All elves were well aware of the deeply addictive and twisting nature of raw pleasure-magics on female elves. Male elves enjoyed ensuring that raw pleasure-magics were only occasionally bestowed on female elves once they were addicted to them. Aareesha, like all addicted female elves, would do nearly anything in the hopes of receiving another dose of raw pleasure-magics.

Her deep cravings for raw pleasure-magics had begun the instant she’d received her first dose on her eighteenth birthday. The male elves had, ever afterwards, exploited her cravings and her sufferings from withdrawal. They had also exploited the conditioning caused by the raw pleasure-magics. Like every princess of age, Aareesha instinctively associated finery, visibly submitting to male elves, and desire. She had been conditioned for many years to associate these ideas, exactly as the ruling male elves had intended.

Aareesha had a flashback to the evening of her eighteenth birthday. She remembered it vividly, of course. It was the day the gilding of her cage had become more menacing. It was the day her obedience had been forcefully ensured. She had been in the ceremony room, dressed in her favorite mauve flowing dress. It had been an off-the-shoulder dress that hugged her top and flowed around her legs down to above her knees. She had loved that dress. It had beautifully twirled in exactly the right way. She had been wearing sparkling priceless jewelry, including her favorite mauve tiara, dangling earrings, and golden rings. Every piece of jewelry she’d worn had glittered with diamonds.

She had knelt, in the center of the ceremony room. Around her were her father, brothers, and other male relatives. She was not close to any of them. She only saw any of them for at most a few times each year. Each time had been brief. Yet, as they were the elves who completely controlled her fate, she well knew who they were. Many female elves had warned her that she would receive great pleasure on this day, but that if she could, she should try to escape instead. Aareesha’s male relatives had ensured she could not escape.

She’d felt utterly alone on that evening of her eighteenth birthday. As with all female initiation ceremonies, she had been the only female present. She had been surrounded by a circle of the powerful elven males who controlled her fate. She’d felt afraid, kneeling in her jewelry and her elegant off-the-shoulder dress, her hands behind her back as she had been commanded. Her feet and legs were bare, as she was forbidden from wearing shoes in the ceremonial circle. An emerald necklace had been placed around her neck to enforce her complete subservient compliance. When the initiation ceremony formally began, her father declared that she had a task to do for her family. He made it clear she needed to be a good obedient little elf. The males’ emerald rings made it abundantly clear she needed to stay exactly where she had been placed, alone in the center of the ceremonial circle, kneeling and vulnerable with her hands behind her back.

A trio of hooded pleasurers behind her, all male elves, had then cast her first dose of raw pleasure-magics upon her. She had collapsed, shocked and completely overwhelmed by the pleasures that pierced into her soul. The image of that moment etched into her essence. She would always remember the outfit she wore, her position of submission to male elves, and the feelings of desire from that moment. When the pleasures had stopped, seconds later, the deep unrelenting pain of withdrawal began in her. With effort she had managed to crawl back to her knees. She was a changed elf. Her addiction suffused her. She needed another dose of raw pleasure-magics, like she needed to breathe.

After she received this first dose she listened, with undivided attention, to every word spoken to her. Her father had explained her role to her. He had explained that her life’s purpose was to maximize her bride-price and to form a marriage alliance between their family and a male elf with wealth and power. She was to learn all she could about how to attract and please a male elf. She was to fully apply that knowledge. Other princesses would be competing against her for the opportunity to do the same. Those princesses had the same compulsions. She had to defeat those other princesses in these elegant events. She would eventually be told who her husband would be. Once married, she was to completely devote herself to obeying and pleasuring her husband.

She had heard all this before, of course. Now everything was different. Now raw pleasure-magics had been imposed upon her. Their withdrawal’s full impact had gripped her. Now she carefully listened, as he explained what she had to do to earn another dose of raw pleasure-magics. Now she carefully listened, as if she was dying of thirst and she was learning how to earn water.

As with all princesses, after her initiation ceremony she had given all of herself to obtain even the slightest hope of another touch of raw pleasure-magics. She had devoted her life to maximizing her marketability to rich and powerful male elves. She had perfected her body. She had rigorously learned and trained in the arts of pleasuring males. She had learned how to flirt and how to appeal to male elves many centuries her senior. She had occasionally received the raw pleasure-magics she so craved, each time dressed in elegant dresses and jewelry, each time on her knees in clear submission to male elves.

She was grateful for each dose of the raw pleasure-magics she craved. Yet each dose subtly warped her mind further. This was a powerful spell, one that overwhelmed her natural resistance to control by external magic. Through its repeated conditioning, her mind had begun to intertwine the ideas of dressing in finery, submitting to male elves, and desire. She had always enjoyed wearing finery. Now, increasingly, she unnaturally desired to wear finery. She had also begun to unnaturally desire to visibly submit to male elves. This, in spite of her continuous efforts to resist this impulse. Her cravings for raw pleasure-magics were impossible to ignore forever. Each grant of raw pleasure-magics slightly conditioned her mind further. This growing complex commingling in her mind of finery, submission to male elves, and desire was subtle and insidious.

Aareesha suspected that humans thought princesses had more choices about their lives than princesses truly did. There were rumors that, for a brief time, female elves had had more control over their lives. Aareesha preferred to not dwell on such thoughts. She had learned that careful obedience to male elves was her only safe course.

She had been told her role was honorable. She knew her role had some importance to her family. In the lethal game of elven politics, her family’s fate would be influenced to a small degree by how well she performed her role. Endless pomp and circumstance made her role appear honorable. So, she’d chosen to believe her role was honorable. Believing anything else would have been too humiliating for her anyway. Whether or not it was honorable, her deep addicted cravings for raw pleasure-magics ensured she obediently poured herself into her role. She knew thinking that the male elves of her family were manipulating her, and were exploiting her as a mere tool, would change nothing.

Elven females started, by nature, every bit as stubborn and independent as elven males. All elves knew elven females were slowly subjugated when they were fucked in their cunts. Elven males had found other tools to reliably control and corral elven females towards that final waiting pen. Both pain and pleasure can be excellent tools for controlling others. Elven males had learned, over time, exactly how to crush and fully subjugate elven females under elven males. Elven males were exceptionally good at it.

That ceremony was decades ago. It was before the fall of Merifuge. Before she had become enslaved to a human. Before the actions she was about to take today.

She knew that she could never again hope to wear such finery or receive such raw pleasure-magics. Never again. When she’d been sold to a human, she had hoped she would escape later. When she’d made her vow, she could still hope for rescue by another elf. By stealing this power orb, she’d be considered a betrayer of elvendom. It wouldn’t matter if they knew she was compelled or not. If she was ever caught by elves, she would be tortured and eventually killed as a traitor. She would never be allowed to re-enter elven society, even as a maidservant. There would be no hope for her desires. No hope at all. Yet her vow was unbreakable.

She mentally broke out of her long reverie.

She had no physical evidence of her days before the fall of her city. She was stealing something of great value, a power orb, from elvenkind. She decided she may as well steal something else. She slipped the silver ring into a small pocket of her maidservant skirt. The ring wasn’t much, but perhaps she could secretly put it on occasionally and gain momentary glimmers of pleasure. It was a glimpse of past finery. She hoped the silver ring could serve as a kind of memento of her former life. It would be a reminder of pleasures enjoyed, desired, and now lost forever. It would be a reminder of a time when she was not a slave to a lowly human.

It was time for her to obediently betray her species.

She wheeled the odious cart, with its damilchang dung bin, to the ellipse. The ellipse continued to show the cavernous area where she had left Bon and the rest of the party. She pushed the cart and herself through the ellipse, leaving Sanctuary. The jingling from her nipples never ceased as she went. The bin didn’t weigh too much, she could move it with the aid of the cart. The stench of the bin was quite outsized.

A team of low-ranking male elves were on the other side of the ellipse. They were surprised to see her. She carefully reviewed their indicators of rank to ensure she could greet them properly.

She kowtowed to them and said, “honored and gracious sirs, the lid’s seal broke. This worthless maidservant is required to get rid of the dung this way. Please, honored and gracious sirs, please let this worthless maidservant through!”

The male elves created a path between them for her. She stood up and began pushing the cart through that path. The male elves gladly let the dung cart pass away from them. As far as they were concerned, the sooner its odor left their presence, the better. Male elves’ senses are keen, including their sense of smell. Such keen senses are not always an advantage.

She crossed the area, her tit-bells jingling and jingling. She continued to push the cart. She went through the small door where her party awaited, and closed the door behind her.

Aareesha addressed Bon. “Sir, master, the orb is in this cart’s bin. I have obeyed you. I have also betrayed my species,” she said with tears beginning in her eyes.

“Kneel,” said Bon.

She knelt.

“Aareesha,” Bon said, “you were a good obedient little elf today. You must serve humans from now on. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir, master,” she whimpered.

“Good. Kiss my feet, to show you understand who your master is, then stand.”

“Yes, sir, master.” She leaned down and kissed each of Bon’s feet, dripping tears on each. One done, she stood, stifling back a sniffle.

Bon said, “I do like the look of the emerald necklace and tit-bells on you. I may require you to wear those from now on.”

“Yes, sir, master. I will obediently wear whatever you say, master.” She sniffled.

Bon turned to Ti and said, “that was easy! Stinky, but easy!”

Ti replied, “you have never played Achisi. That was merely one move in the game. Our goal is to win, not to move a piece. If you look ahead to further moves, you will see that we must bring the orb somewhere where we can destroy it. Our elven friends will soon discover their loss and will begin their pursuit of us. They will not be slow. They will not be kind. Let’s hurry.”

The party retrieved the orb from the bin. They rushed down the corridor to escape.