Elf Slave Betrayal
Chapter 12 — Return home
by JayInkwell
When they stopped for the night, Bon rushed Aareesha to the guest tent. He had missed having his cock in her cunt. He was horny as hell.
Once they entered the tent, Bon said, “strip and remove the dildo.” He began hurrying to remove his own clothes.
“Yes, sir, master,” she said as she stripped and painfully removed the dildo. She was soon wearing only the emerald necklace and the jingling gold hoops in her nipples. She said, “I hate you so much. You made me betray my species.”
“They were going to kill all the humans on this continent.”
“Of course they were. No male elf would allow dangerous pests to run free in his own home,” she said. “We elves live on this continent.”
“Pests? The elves enslaved every human on this continent. For hundreds of years. We humans are thinking beings. What we humans wanted was our freedom. The elves wouldn’t grant us our freedom. When we began winning in battles, before I was born, we humans offered compromises in an attempt to live harmoniously with elves. The compromises were simple enough. Elves would have some areas, while humans would have other areas. Nothing was ever accepted. The elves repeatedly said that humans must be enslaved or dead.”
“The king’s plan was consistent with that belief, wasn’t it? The idea of humans and elves living freely together is absurd. Elves are smarter and faster. We live longer, giving us time to gain far greater wisdom, have a longer view, and craft more excellent results. Our males are stronger and greater in battle. Humans are in every way our inferiors. Humans are vermin with the power of speech. Yet you humans are too dangerous to be allowed to wander freely. You multiply like rabbits. Being slaves is all you humans were ever good for.”
“Bitch, you are a slave to one of those humans. Tonight you will show me what a female elf is truly good for. Namely, pleasuring a man. You’ve made me angry. I will not be gentle to you tonight.”
Bon pushed her hard onto the mattress. She let out a cry as she fell. She turned to lay on her back and spread her legs for her master. He leaped onto the mattress and jackhammered his stone-hard cock into her tight pussy.
Bon fucked her hard. He made her heal his cock so he could harshly violate her again. He repeatedly fucked her and demanded her healing. He left none of her holes untouched. He ensured every violation of her was unkind.
After an hour, Bon said, “I have a surprise.” Bon went to his pants and pulled out of its pocket an emerald ring. Bon said, “Ti let me borrow his ring until we get back to Ston. Let’s see if it works on your new emerald necklace.” Bon put on the emerald ring and stroked it.
Aareesha collapsed in writhing agony. She again felt as if her whole body was burning in fire and freezing in ice, while her skin had the sensation of being repeatedly ripped off her body with hooks. Her face revealed the depth of the agony she was experiencing. Bon watched her, as entertainment, for 45 minutes.
When Bon released her, Aareesha threw herself at the ground in front of him. She kowtowed so only her knuckles, knees, forehead, and tits were touching the ground. She didn’t know if Bon would understand the significance of this maidservant position of grovelling subservience. He might. She was taking no chances.
“Please, master,” she begged, “I beg your forgiveness. I beg. Please be merciful to me, sir, master.”
“I’ve not been pleased with your backtalk, or with your attitude. You’re still a haughty stuck-up elf. You want to have all the humans killed. I was especially displeased with your reluctance to obey me earlier while you were in elven lands. You are to do your best to obey me and to please me. That’s your requirement. Tonight you’re going to repeatedly experience harsh fucking from me, alternating with lengthy torments through the necklace. You will learn.”
Bon ensured she experienced, throughout the night, the full measure of his great displeasure. The next two nights were no better for her.
Aareesha was again in a room of the runing building. She was tightly tied to the posts designed for the purpose. She was wearing nothing except her maidservant skirt, the emerald necklace she’d received as a maidservant, and the gold hoops piercing her nipples and carrying jingle bells. Her terrorized face showed she’d learned some lessons from the nightly ravishing and torments she’d received from Bon over the last three nights.
“Sir, master,” she begged, “please don’t put the collar back on me. I will obey you, and please you, to the best of my ability. I must do so. You don’t need to apply the collar.”
Bon replied, “I like oppressing you with the runes of the collar as well as your vow. I will use all the tools I have at my disposal to bring you to depths of submissiveness and humiliation never shown before by any female elf. You will be brought firmly to heel by me.”
“Oh gods. Please, at least, don’t tie me up like this, sir, master. You don’t need to tie me up. Merely command me, and I will be still. Please don’t humiliate me even further like this. I have been humiliated in so many ways. Please, sir, master, grant me this small concession.”
Bon said, “I enjoy seeing you tied up. I like the idea of seeing you helplessly tied up while we restore your collar. No.”
She whimpered, hopelessly.
The blacksmith said, “shall we begin?”
Bon smiled and said, “yes.” The blacksmith welded her collar shut tightly around her neck, above her necklace. Bon pressed magicked charcoal onto the collar to release its final incantations. The collar gave off an unnatural greenish glow and briefly made an ominous low hum.
Aareesha could feel the power of the magical runes overcome her. Their rune imprints had made her life unpleasant while her collar was off. The runes’ full force, now restored, was oppressive.
Elder Fohn and Ti watched the process with amusement. Ti said, “elves have tortured and killed too many humans. They tried to kill us all. I think retribution on her is entirely appropriate. Bon, I’ll see you tomorrow, when we gather to receive our payment for this job. You’ll get your base pay, plus your cut of the bounty for three male elves. I also hope we’ll work with you on some of our future jobs.” Ti walked off to a nearby shop.
Bon untied Aareesha. Her bare pierced nipples jingled. She said, “you humans have done more than humiliated me. Even if I could return to the remnants of my species, now my title, my nobility, and my life are forfeit. You have tormented and exploited me. You have forced me to act to directly betray my species. Their hope of reclaiming their proper place is dashed. You have even collared me again with runes, needlessly. I hate you. Truly, I hate you.”
Bon replied, “I see. Well, I have enough money coming in that I can live quite comfortably for a while. I intend to use that time taking you to bed for days on end, morning through night. You will show me endless pleasures, to the best of your ability. My discipline frame and the runes of your collar will help you understand why you should deeply respect your master. I will work to make you the most submissive and respectful elf slave in the world.”
Aareesha regarded Bon with impotent anger and fear.
Bon said to Elder Fohn, “I would have liked a parade. I did help save humanity on this continent.”
Elder Fohn replied, “The council of elders decided keeping this event a secret was better. We don’t want panic. I am, of course, pleased with the results. I will give you a bonus. I chatted with Ti. I decided on giving you a special bonus I believe you’ll greatly enjoy.”
Bon said, “oh?”
Elder Fohn pulled out a small bag and opened it. He handed Bon an emerald ring.
Aareesha looked at the emerald ring. She was still wearing her emerald necklace from her time serving as a maidservant. She was now wearing the collar with the excited rune. The excited rune made her body unnaturally sensitive to pleasure and pain. She looked at Bon in terror.
Bon smiled. Bon would enjoy using all of his tools to crush Aareesha’s remaining resistance. She would learn, in full measure, the penalty for her obstinate haughtiness. Bon was certain the days ahead would be good, quite good, for him.
THE END
Author’s notes:
My conception of this story’s background is that millennia ago, a male elf with great magical powers and dark sexual proclivities decided to change all female elves. That’s why they are created the way they are now. Is it possible that the malicious male elf who did this is none other than Emperor Vrentanee the Cruel and Deathless? We’ll have to see if future stories will tell us!
Many stories have elves who are long-lived and powerful. In many stories elves tend to be kind and noble. Some stories, including some that refer to elves as the fey, have elves that tend to be disconnected from our world and have their own interests unrelated to humans’ interests. Yet if elves are long-lived, smart, and powerful, I thought that such advantages could go to their heads. It would be easy for such elves to start to be intentionally cruel to those they viewed as inferior, as a way to show off their power. If they are proud, that could lead to haughtiness, arrogance, and excessive retributions for small slights.
This world setting takes that approach and runs with it. In this world, elves are powerful, but they are typically not nice. Their strict hierarchical society is deeply unpleasant for those under its thumb. My guiding principle in writing these stories was, “the male elves are even crueler, more power-hungry, and more vengeful than that!” All modern fantasy is influenced by Tolkien, but the elves in this saga are clearly not the same as Tolkien’s elves. My conception is not so much that elves are lawful, but that retribution is so harsh that elves normally focus on carefully obeying a lengthy set of cruel rules.
I didn’t explain it, but I think the elves know that the continent names of “First” and “Fourth” are terrible names. That’s why they often use circumlocutions like “this continent.” Yet elves are not nice, even to each other. So after a few deaths based on disagreements over who has the rights to assign names, the elves decided to name the continents based on their order of discovery. This is awkward but it prevented more bloodshed. Did I mention elves in this world aren’t nice?
The humans in this world are often unkind to the elves. That should make sense in context. Elves are vicious in this world. Many humans have had their loved ones tortured and killed. Humans’ own society has been destroyed. The humans are recreating a society based on the elves’ society, as that is the only society humans can see to copy. Bon has had few interactions with elves, and has had no near family killed by them, so Bon doesn’t have the same visceral hatred of elves. Bon is sometimes cruel in this story. In Bon’s defense, he is being strongly tempted by magic to be crueler than he would normally be. In Bon’s not-a-defense, Bon is not trying hard to resist that temptation.
In this saga I intentionally employed the term “man” for a male human, “woman” for a female human, and “people” as an alternative for humans when writing as the narrator. My point is that I intentionally never applied any of those terms to elves. The term “species” as a replacement for “people” was an easy substitution, as in this world humans and elves can’t crossbreed. Terms like “male elf” and “female elf” are a little awkward, but I thought it was important to be both clear and consistent. I don’t know of any simpler widely-understood terms for gendered elves in English. For example, “elveno” and “elvena” felt too odd to me. The terminology I selected let me repeatedly and subtly emphasize the “otherness” of the elves in this world.
I try hard to avoid plot holes and inconsistencies in my stories. It’s hard to avoid them, but I do try. If you find a plot hole, I hope you also find an excuse to justify it. I am, myself, merely human.
In “Elf Slave” I say that there is a kind of honor for a princess in her gilded cage. In this sequel I reveal that the honor is primarily surface-level and ceremonial. In addition, I reveal that a key incentive for her is that she is trying to satisfy an addiction that was cruelly forced upon her. I did come up with the idea of addiction later when writing this sequel. Yet I don’t think the two different claimed motivations, honor and addiction, are truly in conflict. Aareesha has been told her position and actions are honorable. She is surrounded by symbols suggesting it. So in most cases she is choosing to believe the story she’s been told. After all, she finds it unpleasant to believe the obvious alternative explanation. She will often emphasize the more pleasant interpretation, even to herself. How... human.
“Elf Slave” said that male elves had ensured there were many male elves with the title of king, because elven females preferred to mate with elven kings. That narration was from Bon’s point of view, as this is the typical human understanding. The human understanding is not foolish. The elves do perform many rituals and provide nice appearances. This has led many humans to believe that elven princesses are allowed to choose their mates. In this story I reveal that it’s all for show. Most elven princesses are told who their husbands will be, and they are brutally forced to comply.
Achisi is basically this fantasy world’s version of chess. I thought it would feel more realistic if they had a game that was something like chess, but with different rules than chess.
Length measurements are given in feet and miles. Those measures felt more appropriate in a fantasy setting, as this is not a world of science. 10 feet is about 3 meters. 250 miles is about 400 kilometers.
My thanks to the many who expressed interest in this story. I’m completing a sequel to this story titled “Elf Slave Disloyalty.” Some of you may have noticed an event in this story and thought, “did the author insert this event to set up a follow-on story?” Some of those among you will be right 😁. Will Aareesha be able to permanently free herself? Will she be able start a better life free of both human enslavement and the retribution of vengeful elves? Will she be able to change societies to more appropriately respect females? Somehow I doubt it 😈.
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