Aareesha begged, “Please, sir, master, please don’t punish me again!”

Aareesha, a female elf slave, kowtowed before Bon, her human master. She was nude, wearing nothing but her emerald necklace and her metal collar that said “property of Bon.” She was on her knuckles and knees, with her forehead pressed to the ground and her dangling tits touching the floor. Her legs were bent and her ankles crossed. Her bare toes were far above the floor.

Her nipples were pierced with golden rings. At least she no longer had jingle bells on her nipple rings. Bon had decided he found the noise annoying. Bon also intended to exploit her services in future dungeon raids. The jingle bells would give away their position.

Aareesha knew Bon didn’t fully understand the significance of her maidservant position of grovelling subservience to him. She also knew Bon liked this maidservant position. That was enough reason for her to do it. She was magically compelled to do her best to please him. In addition, Aareesha had so few tools to try to convince her master Bon of anything. She would gladly take a grovelling position if there was a chance for mercy. Her misery was endless. She could see no relief in sight.

Aareesha was under her vow’s magical compulsion to obey Bon and please him to the best of her ability. Her free will was trapped as if it was an observing passenger. His control over her actions was firm and humiliating. He had given her a number of commands. He had tacked up the commands in the closet under the stairs that served as her prison cell. She knew by heart what the paper said: “You may never harm me or let me come to harm. You must protect my life with your own. You must protect my property unless I indicate otherwise. You must not allow yourself to be killed or permanently harmed, unless it’s required to protect me or if I agree to it. You may never lie to me. You must volunteer information if I indicate that I would want to know something like it.”

What Bon typically wanted was to fuck her. When he fucked her in her cunt, she could feel herself needing to become a little more obedient to him and a little more fearful of his displeasure. She had to obey him anyway, but her increased fearfulness of him was quite unpleasant. She knew her vaginal lubricant also caused him to become temporarily aggressive and tempted him to be cruel to her.

Bon had fucked Aareesha’s cunt all morning. This was unsurprising, as she was really good at pleasuring males with her cunt. Bon had slowly become better at holding back his orgasm while he fucked her. This was impressive for a human. On the other hand, it meant that his cock had been exposed to even more of her vaginal lubricant. This increased exposure meant Bon was even more tempted to be cruel to her. Bon wasn’t normally cruel, but after a morning of fucking her cunt, he deeply wanted to hurt her. He wanted to hurt her badly. The thought of hurting her was a strong sexual temptation to Bon whenever his cock been recently exposed to her vaginal fluids. Bon wasn’t good at resisting sexual temptations. He was especially bad at it when there was no obvious reason to resist them.

Aareesha was wearing a collar with magic runes. The excited rune made her body unnaturally sensitive to pleasure and pain, intensifying any punishment. The clear rune gave her mental clarity, ensuring she couldn’t go into shock from pain.

Worst of all, to her, was the emerald necklace she was wearing. Bon could easily enable or disable the necklace by stroking his emerald ring. When the necklace was enabled she would feel 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. These were merely perceptions, not real, but the pain was real enough. An emerald necklace worked on any female. A female could not take off the necklace. Only males could use an emerald ring to enable or disable the nearest emerald necklace. Bon never removed the necklace from her. He stroked his emerald ring often.

Bon towered over her and grinned. He said, “to my office, bitch.”

“Yes, sir, master.”

Aareesha walked to his office. She fully knew the misery that was in store for her. She placed herself on the discipline frame. Bon strapped her in. She could no longer move her arms or legs. Her bare buttocks stuck out, exposed and undefended. He pulled out a paddle.

Aareesha begged, “oh, gods. Please be merciful! I hate you so much!”

Bon’s reply was a harsh whack with a thick paddle on her bare undefended butt. Followed by another, followed by another. She screamed and dripped tears from her eyes. Bon continued his discipline throughout the afternoon. After an uncountable number of strokes, she felt what she most feared. She felt the sensation of her body burning in fire and freezing in ice, while her skin was being repeatedly ripped off her body with hooks. Her body collapsed onto the frame as she felt the magical torture from the emerald necklace. A few weeks ago, Bon had had brand markings removed from her breasts. That process had hurt like hell. That had been nothing compared to the torture from the emerald necklace.

After a time the emerald necklace’s tortures ended. She whimpered in horrified relief. Bon released her from the discipline frame. She immediately went into another kowtow before him.

She begged, “sir, master, I will do all you ask. I will do my best to please you. Please don’t punish me again.”

Bon laughed. He replied, “no promises. Back to the bedroom.”

Aareesha rushed to the upstairs bedroom. Bon followed with a swagger. He entered to see her on the bed. She was lying on her back, her legs spread. She was ready to be fucked further.

Bon demanded, “heal up my cock, bitch.”

Aareesha magically healed his cock. Soon his cock was unnaturally long and girthy. His cock was also stone hard and bursting with ejaculate. Bon threw her legs further apart and placed his body between them. Bon aggressively thrust his oversized cock into her cunt.

Aareesha groaned as his massive member stretched out her cunt and harshly violated her innermost parts. She felt overfull, to the point where it hurt, but she could do nothing about it. He thrust in and out, in and out. She vibrated her cunt muscles around his cock. She stroked and caressed his cock with her cunt muscles as he continued his violation of her most private parts. She kissed him passionately, doing her best to overwhelm him with sexual pleasures. Her body had been magically crafted to pleasure males. Bon fully enjoyed the results.

Bon was more experienced now. He did not prematurely ejaculate, in spite of the inhumanly pleasurable experiences she gave him. He instead harshly rode her, and rode her, and rode her. Her eyes pleaded for mercy as he continued pounding her cunt. She didn’t dare ask for mercy at this moment. His pleasure was what mattered.

Aareesha knew he wouldn’t grant mercy anyway. She was all too familiar with this endless cycle. When he doled out pain on her, he became horny. When he became horny, he fucked her. When he fucked her, he wanted to dole out pain on her. The cycle repeated, again and again. Day after day he enjoyed this cycle. She found herself being continuously trained. She was learning to be submissive and obedient to his every whim. She was learning to be fearful of even his slightest displeasure.

After a remarkably long time, Bon came. His voluminous seed covered the inside of her cunt. She felt an even greater need to obey him. She felt an even greater fear of his displeasure. She knew he would feel an increased desire to cause her pain.

Bon said, “heal up my cock again.” She did. He fucked her again. Again Bon showed a remarkable ability to fuck her for many minutes before he ejaculated. His cum again soaked the inside of her cunt. She felt her need to obey him and her fear of displeasing him intensify. Through practice, Aareesha had learned how to best sexually please her master. Through practice, Bon had become more skilled at resisting the endless pleasures she gave, so he would last longer before ejaculating. As a result, Bon experienced repeated and indescribable sexual highs.

Bon was enjoying his life. Aareesha, not so much. Bon looked at the clock. He realized, with sadness, that he had no time for another round.

Bon declared, “I’m running late. I’ll lock you inside the house. I’ll be back in two hours or so. Ready yourself to get fucked by me, again and again, late into tonight.”

“Yes, sir, master,” she glumly answered. Aareesha was glad she would receive a rare break. Her gladness was muted. She knew he would later “make up” for the lost time. She did not look forward to that experience.

Bon went downstairs. Aareesha laid, without hope, on the bed.

Aareesha heard Bon exit the townhouse and lock the front door. Her cunt was full of his cum. He’d told her he’d return in two hours or so. She knew she had no way to escape. She was trapped in the townhouse. Unlocking the townhouse front door, from either inside or outside, required the key. She knew he had the only key to its magical lock.

She sighed in resignation. She couldn’t leave the townhouse anyway, due to her magical vow. She had to do her best to please him. Running away from him would not please him. Bon preferred ensuring that she stayed as his prize. He also knew the elves were looking to capture her. He routinely locked the door, ensuring that she could not escape and that none could steal her away. He had always been cautious. He preferred to use multiple mechanisms to protect his property.

She had been fucked and tortured by Bon for over two months after they’d returned from the volcano. Her life was so much worse than she had imagined it would be as an elven princess. Sure, as a princess she would have eventually been married off into some loveless marriage. She would have had to obey and please her elven husband. Her elven husband would have almost certainly demanded many sexual pleasures and given her occasional beatings. Yet as a princess she would have at least been a wife to a noble elf. She would have spent much time attending parties. She would have received many pleasures and honors.

Here in the city of Ston she had to obey a nasty, low-life human. Humans, to elves, were hardly better than worms. Even worse, she had to obey and please a nasty human to the best of her ability. Here there was no honor and few pleasures. Bon, her master, took his pleasures and gave her only pains.

Merifuge, the last elven city on the continent, had fallen to the humans. When that had happened, Aareesha had thought elven civilization had ended on the continent. Her best hope had been to escape to the hills. She now knew that there was still a small elven kingdom left, hiding in a mysterious location named Sanctuary. This information was no longer a comfort to her.

At one time she would have hoped to escape to elvendom. In elvendom honors and pleasures did exist. Most important to her were the raw pleasure-magics she was deeply addicted to. She tried to avoid thinking much about raw pleasure-magics. Her craving was deep. Even thinking about her lack of raw pleasure-magics was painful. The male elves had often exploited her cravings. She had not had raw pleasure-magics for a long time. Her endlessly increasing feeling of withdrawal was becoming impossible to ignore. She knew they were out reach, and not only because of her imprisonment.

Now all of elvendom considered Aareesha a betrayer. A traitor. Bon had forced her to betray elvendom. Now every elf was trying to find her and bring her back for endless brutal punishment. Her only protections from vengeful elves were the large number of weak humans in this city combined with the elves’ lack of knowledge about human civilization. If other elves did capture her, they would gruesomely torture her forever.

She had been magically compelled to betray her kind. She knew no male elf would care about that. In elven eyes, she was a betrayer of elves. The rest of elvendom wanted to punish her for being a betrayer. Now that she was considered a traitor, she saw no way she would ever be permitted to receive more raw pleasure-magics. Her deep cravings would be endless and unfulfilled.

She couldn’t even hope to escape by herself. Even if she could leave the townhouse, she was in a city full of humans who would simply recapture her. If she somehow escaped to the hills, either elves or humans would eventually find her. Neither would be good to her.

She reminded herself that such thoughts were irrelevant. She was compelled to do her best to obey and please Bon. She could never even try to escape.

Aareesha went to the closet under the stairs and pulled out her beautiful green dress. One day, when Bon hadn’t been as much under the influence of her vaginal lubricant to be cruel, she had asked him if she could at least have one beautiful outfit. Bon had the extra money. Bon had decided he liked the idea of being ready to show off his beautiful property in her best light. Bon had even allowed her to describe precisely what she wanted the dress to look like. Many measurements had been made to ensure her dress fit perfectly.

Human dressmakers, even the best ones in Ston, weren’t as good as elven dressmakers. Elves were brilliant and practiced whatever was their craft for hundreds of years. The dress Aareesha had described was unusually simple for an elven dress. The dress was complex for humans. The human dressmakers had poured themselves into its making. Aareesha reluctantly conceded that the human experts had done decent work on this dress. It wasn’t elven quality, but the dress did look beautiful.

Her green dress tightened around her breasts, with a daring and elegant drop of fabric between them. Its skirt flowed in the right way. Its many layers caused a beautiful shimmering. Its hem ended above her knees. The dress did not constrain her movements. She knew she’d be kneeling often, so she had decided she may as well choose a dress that wouldn’t be damaged when she was kneeling. Its lace and ribbons and intricate patterns and multiple layers clearly indicated there was significant money in the dress’ commissioning. It was more sophisticated than the dresses of most elders’ wives.

She put on the green dress along with its matching green heels. She retrieved the diamond and jade earrings that had been commissioned to go with the dress. She carefully put on the earrings. She didn’t have proper undergarments, so she made do with a black thong. It didn’t show, so the black thong was good enough. She looked at her emerald necklace. The necklace had tormented her countless times. She couldn’t take it off. At least the necklace was pretty. Unfortunately it was pretty like a scintillating venomous snake about to strike. She’d known she’d be wearing the emerald necklace, so she’d chosen the other colors to work well with the necklace.

Aareesha fished through a hidden cache under the stairs to pull out the feminine silver ring she’d stolen from elvendom. She had no other ring. Unlike most of the rest of her outfit, this really was a ring from elvendom. The necklace was from elvendom too, but it harshly hurt her, so she didn’t like to dwell on it.

The silver ring had a small sapphire jewel. The jewel created an interesting color contrast to her outfit. She’d known she would be wearing this ring, so she’d chosen the other colors to clandestinely work with it. The silver ring’s fine etchings made its elven crafting clear. The ring’s intricate patterns were antique and timeless.

Bon didn’t know she had this silver ring. He had never said anything that had required her to tell him. Bon controlled her so thoroughly. She gained a small pleasure from being able to keep this one trivial secret from him. It was not much of a pleasure, but then, she had so few pleasures. Now that Bon was out of the house, she could see for the first time what she looked like while wearing the silver ring with the rest of her finery.

Aareesha paused. A worrisome new thought arose. Perhaps this was a cursed ring?

« That would be fitting given the rest of my cursed life, » she bitterly thought.

Aareesha didn’t want to add a cursed ring to her life. She went to Bon’s office and fished out his feather gem. Feather gems were excellent for detecting magic. It would take powerful and subtle magic to fool a feather gem. She put the feather gem all over the silver ring. There wasn’t even a glimmer from the feather gem. The ring obviously had no magic. None at all. She was relieved. The ring couldn’t provide great boons to her, but at least the ring wasn’t cursed.

Satisfied, Aareesha went upstairs to Bon’s bedroom. He had left his bedroom door unlocked today. His goal was to ensure she stayed in the townhouse, as well as to keep ruffians out of his townhouse. He didn’t care if she entered his bedroom. From her point of view, she was in his bedroom all too often.

Aareesha regarded her elegant outfit in the full-length mirror in Bon’s bedroom. Her collar was present, but she was doing her best to ignore it. The rest of her outfit made it a little easier to ignore the collar. She was wearing a beautiful green dress, matching shoes, a dangerous yet pretty emerald necklace, and sparkling earrings. There was enough daylight to see it all. The full impact of her gorgeous outfit was clear. She gracefully turned side to side. Her heart fluttered as she watched her skirt beautifully billow. More of her toned thighs briefly peeked out as the skirt briefly rose from her twirling. She gracefully sashayed. As she looked at her finery she felt happiness, desire, and a need to be obedient to male elves. This was a complex set of feelings caused by cruel magical behavioral training. At least these feelings were familiar to her.

As a princess she had greatly enjoyed publicly wearing exquisite adornments with fashionable dresses at various events. She had enjoyed them as a girl. Thanks to later manipulations of her, starting on her eighteenth birthday, she now had a deep unnatural desire to wear finery. This was one of the less terrible manipulations that had been done to her in her life. At least she could get some pleasure from it. She would take her few pleasures when she could.

Aareesha still wasn’t wearing the silver ring. She had decided to put on the silver ring as her final touch while she could see herself in the mirror. The silver ring was her only item truly from elvendom, ignoring the torture-inducing emerald necklace. She wanted to see the complete outfit in the mirror as she put on the silver ring. She wanted to see her fully accessorized outfit while she finished donning it. The silver ring would be the final glorious piece of her finery.

Aareesha sighed. The rest of her life was a miserable sequence of painful and humiliating events. Unlike women, female elves couldn’t even give themselves orgasms. Not even that avenue to pleasure was available to Aareesha. This rare opportunity to see herself wear finery, head to toe, was the one small outlet she could control for giving herself pleasure.

Aareesha smiled. She couldn’t wait to see and enjoy the view of her full outfit with all her finery. She watched herself as she put on the silver ring.

“Hello, Aareesha,” said the ring.