Aareesha knelt wearing a beautiful short yellow dress, various jewelry, and her collar with runes. Her emerald necklace glittered from a recent shining. She looked up into the eyes of Great Lord Saanteeli. He was standing in front of her. She was kneeling alone at the center of a ceremonial circle. She kept her hands behind her, as required. She did her best to demonstrate the proper position of an obedient elven princess.

A male elf walked behind her. He placed charcoal on her collar with magical runes. He touched the back of her collar and said a magical incantation. Her collar fell off. The male elf kicked the collar away. The collar skittered and rolled out of the ceremonial circle. The collar’s motions finally stopped. It lay abandoned far outside the ceremonial circle. Its declaration “Property of Bon” directly faced Aareesha.

The male elf exclaimed, “nasty human trash. You will never see this collar again.”

Aareesha understood. The male elves had seen the collar, understood it, and had decided to throw it away. Male elves were not as hurried as humans. Male elves preferred other slower methods. These slower methods were more amusing to male elves while still bringing female elves firmly to heel.

“Maidservant Aareesha,” said Saanteeli, “in recognition of your service to elvendom, in particular to the Emperor, and in acknowledgment that you were once a princess, the Emperor has granted to you the forgiveness and boons as discussed. Your betrayal of elvendom has been forgiven. As you requested, once a month you will receive raw pleasure-magics in the manner customary for a princess. Here, during the ceremony, you may act as if you are a princess. Here, you may kneel instead of kowtowing to me as your male guardian. Here, you may speak as if you were a princess. At all other times, you will serve me and receive discipline as with any other maidservant of mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Great Lord Saanteeli, I understand. Thank you,” said Aareesha.

« Please begin, » she mentally begged. He called her decision a “service to elvendom.” Her decision could also be called a disloyal betrayal of Throofoonah. Aareesha hadn’t only betrayed Throofoonah. Aareesha had betrayed all female elves. She was deeply ashamed of the decision she’d made. She wasn’t sure if Throofoonah’s ideals ever had a chance. Wentee had many valid points about why those ideals would never succeed in the long run. Throofoonah had sometimes rubbed Aareesha the wrong way, too. Still, Aareesha was ashamed of her decision. Throofoonah didn’t deserve the punishments she would be endlessly receiving.

Yet Aareesha knew she would do it again. Aareesha had been terrified of the endless torments the elves had planned for her. The elves had planned to torture her for the rest of her long life, for centuries. Those tortures would have been the worst and most painful tortures that all of elvendom could devise. Aareesha also needed raw pleasure-magics. She needed them so badly. So she’d made a deal. A shameful deal. A disloyal deal. A deal that had disloyally betrayed Throofoonah.

Aareesha was ashamed at how rapidly she’d betrayed Throofoonah. When she’d awakened, Kuunstoonar had begun to gleefully explain the torments she was about to endure for centuries to come. She had been consumed with terror. Aareesha had immediately offered the location of Throofoonah in exchange for forgiveness and pleasure-magics. Aareesha, much to her shame, hadn’t even hesitated in her disloyalty.

Aareesha didn’t want a reminder from Saanteeli of her betrayals or her needs. She wanted to receive her payment for her deep disloyalty. She did her best to ignore her shame as she desperately waited for her reward.

She could sense three hooded pleasurers move behind her.

Saanteeli said, “You must always be a good obedient little elf. Will you be dutifully obedient and submissive?”

Aareesha was relieved he’d finally said this. She looked up into his eyes from her kneeling position. She kept her hands firmly behind her back. She replied, “Yes. I will be dutifully obedient and submissive.”

She heard the pleasurers cast their spell. Raw pleasure-magics once again pierced into her soul. She collapsed, shocked and completely overwhelmed by them. For a few moments she felt utterly happy. The moment etched into her psyche. The ideas of wearing finery, submitting to Saanteeli her male elf guardian, and desire were again mixed together in her mind.

When the pleasures stopped, seconds later, the deep unrelenting pain of withdrawal began in her. She couldn’t wait until next month when she would receive another dose. She knew each dose would warp her mind further. She knew each dose further increased her dependency on raw pleasure-magics. She had decided it didn’t matter. She had chosen her path.

She knew it wouldn’t matter in the long run if she wanted to submit to him. She was part of the rotation for pleasuring Saanteeli. He would be fucking her cunt often. Each time he fucked her cunt, she would increasingly need to obey him. Each time, she would increasingly fear his displeasure. Over many years her cunt would thoroughly tame her.

This was a terrible life, compared to the life she had expected to live as a princess. For almost every day she would now have the life of a maidservant. She would be submissively obeying and pleasing her male elf guardian. She would occasionally receive raw pleasure-magics. This was better than a life of endless torture. This was better than a life of endless obedience to a nasty, low-life human.

The ceremony was over. She kowtowed to Great Lord Saanteeli on her knuckles, knees, and forehead. She knew she would obey his every word. She feared his displeasure. She knew he would harshly enforce his every whim.

Lord Kuunstoonar read the latest reports. His elevation to nobility had intensely pleased him. His emperor and his king had asked him to continue his work as the Eye of Elvendom. He would continue to lead spying on humans and countering all who worked against the ruling elves.

He would have never guessed how his life would have turned out. He still deeply hated humans. At one time, like most elves, he would have felt tainted from spending so much time learning about humans. His hatred of humans now animated his learning about them. His new goal was to thoroughly crush and torment humans in a way that only a deep knowledge of humans could allow. He had also discovered unexpected talents in himself. He turned out to be quite good at being a spymaster.

Kuunstoonar fondled the new black mask he’d started wearing over his upper face. The mask had a menacing eye engraved over the center of his forehead. Most male elves agreed that fear was the best method of control. If he was going to be head spymaster, and have the nickname “Eye of Elvendom,” he was going to wear a mask to encourage such fears. He had started to go by the name “Eye of Elvendom,” or simply “the Eye,” in everyday use. Elves respected the Eye. Humans feared the Eye. This was exactly what Kuunstoonar wanted.

Things had turned out even better than he had hoped. He had earned nobility thanks to his capture of Aareesha. The prize of nobility was a prize he’d never hoped to attain earlier in his life. His emperor and king wisely kept their promises. Kuunstoonar delighted in his new status. He repaid his leaders with fervent loyalty.

Aareesha’s revelation and betrayal of Throofoonah had been completely unexpected. This gift, from Aareesha to Kuunstoonar to the king to the emperor, had changed everything. Emperor Vrentanee the Cruel and Deathless had long suspected Throofoonah was still alive. He had long been looking for her. King Intaanoo’s delivery of Throofoonah to the emperor was a precious gift. This meant that the emperor owed a favor to his new vassal king. Nothing is more prized by a new vassal king than a favor owed by his emperor.

The Emperor’s pardon of Aareesha had been part of the bargain. Aareesha had agreed to betray Throofoonah, in exchange for forgiveness and raw pleasure-magics. Lord Kuunstoonar would have enjoyed watching Aareesha suffer endless brutal sufferings. He was annoyed that his plans to see full retribution upon her had been foiled. He was merely annoyed, though. He had received the status of nobility that he had most craved. That was certainly a compensation.

There were also other compensations. He smiled. He looked up to the room’s entryway in expectation.

Aareesha entered the room, wearing her maidservant’s outfit. Her tit-bells jingled. She wore nothing else other than her emerald necklace, her maidservant skirt, and heels. Her breasts had been freshly branded. She immediately kowtowed in front of him. She placed herself on her knees, knuckles, and forehead. Her bare feet hovered over the floor, with her ankles crossed in the air.

Aareesha said, “Lord Eye of Elvendom, this worthless maidservant serves at your pleasure. It would be an honor to serve you with this worthless body on behalf of the Great Lord Saanteeli. This worthless body will do all it can do to pleasure those my great lord chooses.”

Lord Kuunstoonar smiled. Aareesha knew that he, the Eye of Elvendom, had crafted the organizations that had eventually captured her. Yet she would now need to please him.

Both knew she didn’t dare give anything other than her best service. After all, she knew that the Eye was favored by the king. A female elf does not dare resist a male elf favored by the powerful. In any case, maidservants knew it was important to be fully obedient to their guardians. Aareesha was back under the firm guardianship of the Great Lord Saanteeli. Kuunstoonar enjoyed being able to make requests to a now-fellow lord. Saanteeli had thought the request from Lord Eye was amusing. It was also easily granted at little cost.

Kuunstoonar said, “Your betrayal of elvendom has been forgiven by the emperor himself. You are no longer the target of wrath by elvendom. Yet you did your best to evade me for some time. For your efforts at evasion, as well as for my pleasure, I will enjoy your body and punish you in every way I desire. We’ll start by me fucking your cunt and ass. Lube it up. I’ll fuck you hard. If you please me well, you will only have 10 minutes of punishment by the emerald necklace. If you fail to adequately please me, expect an hour of punishment with the necklace. That will only be the beginning. I have received a full day of your charms. You will pleasure me to the best of your ability. I will exploit every minute.”

Kuunstoonar slowly walked around Aareesha. She stayed in her kowtow. She shivered below him in fear. She could only see the floor as she heard him adjust his clothes behind her. He yanked her feet apart. He thrust his rigid massive member directly into her cunt. He thrust in and out of her cunt for many minutes. Aareesha could feel her cunt being ripped and torn from his brutal thrusts by his massive member. She did her best to pleasure him throughout. She had long studied how to use every muscle of her body to best pleasure a male. He eventually came into her cunt. She felt a need to obey him and a fear of his displeasure.

He lined up his cock to her ass. He thrust in again. Aareesha did her best to pleasure him throughout his brutal fucking of her ass. He repeatedly thrust into her ass. The inside of her ass was inflamed in pain from the brutal fucking by his massive phallus. Aareesha’s knuckles and knees were increasingly in pain as she was repeatedly forced into the ground. After many minutes he spilled his seed into her ass. Aareesha hoped she’d done enough to avoid the worst punishment. She felt the emerald necklace’s tortures engage. She collapsed, unable to control her body.

Of course, it didn’t matter what she’d done to pleasure him. He gave her an hour of suffering from the emerald necklace, exactly as he had always planned. She lay on the ground, suffering. He washed himself off while she suffered.

Once he released her from the necklace’s torture, he instructed her, “stand, face the wall, bend your waist 90 degrees, put your hands to the wall.”

She hurried and did as he instructed. Her bare butt and the backs of her legs were exposed to his view. Her tits dangled. Cum humiliatingly dribbled from her cunt and ass. She heard him pull an object out of a nearby box. She looked back and her heart raced. He was holding a glowing leather strap. The strap was black, but a yellow glow flowed around on the strap like slow angry electricity. She’d heard of such straps. They left the feeling of a painful deep cut, a feeling that did not dissipate for many hours. The strap would cause some physical damage, but that could be healed. The pain primarily worked through magical control of her mind. That pain was intense and could not be quickly healed. By using the strap, he did not need to fear permanently damaging someone else’s property. She knew she would probably prefer permanent damage instead.

Aareesha begged, “please, lord, please, have mercy on this worthless maidservant!”

Kuunstoonar laughed. Kuunstoonar had always greatly enjoyed causing suffering in female elves. He enjoyed primal demonstrations of power over another. Few actions so clearly convey power over another like inflicting pain on that other.

In Aareesha’s case, he had many other frustrations he wanted to work out.

His emperor and king seemed to be pleased with the outcome, true. Yet Kuunstoonar had been looking forward to seeing her punished for betraying elvendom. He was mildly angry that this would not happen. Occasional torture would temporarily salve his anger over this disappointment.

Kuunstoonar was also angry that Aareesha’s presence violated one of his counter-espionage rules. Kuunstoonar had specifically required all returnees to be scanned for mind control and to have any such control fully dealt with. His department had examined Aareesha and determined she was under a mind control vow to a lowly human.

The vow had been suspended, true. That was an interesting trick. Kuunstoonar couldn’t remember ever encountering anything like it. Throofoonah had obviously been a powerful sorceress. Still, under rules crafted by Kuunstoonar and agreed to by the king, Aareesha’s vow should have been removed. Yet Kuunstoonar’s department had not been allowed to remove her vow.

Kuunstoonar had argued to Saanteeli and to the king that this situation was unacceptable. Aareesha’s vow would become active if that human ever came in her cunt again. Kuunstoonar had demanded that her vow be removed. Saanteeli had intervened, because their only methods of removing her vow had a high risk of completely destroying her mind. Saanteeli argued that there was essentially no chance that she would be fucked by that human. He also argued that if she left Sanctuary, they would simply check her every time she returned. Saanteeli had grown fond of fucking her and punishing her. Saanteeli didn’t want her mind destroyed. He preferred violating her with her mind intact. In addition, as a great lord, Saanteeli outranked Kuunstoonar. Kuunstoonar had made his case to the king. The king had sympathized with Kuunstoonar, but the king had ruled in Saanteeli’s favor. The king agreed with Saanteeli that it would be adequate to re-test Aareesha every time she returned to Sanctuary.

Kuunstoonar shook his head. The damned humans were always in a hurry compared to elves. Humans frustratingly took many shortcuts that made it difficult to undo or adjust their ham-handed spells without causing further damage. Elves preferred the subtlety and slowness that humans seemed to be incapable of achieving.

The emperor had enough magical control to safely make such a delicate change. Sadly, there was still no way for elves to safely cross between continents. Throofoonah had turned herself into a ring, but that was not a power that elves on this continent had. It was simply not possible to send Aareesha to the emperor. Perhaps someday. Kuunstoonar would raise the issue again if the wormhole between continents was ever widened.

Kuunstoonar pulled out of his reverie. He smiled. It was time for him to show Aareesha more pain. He had many reasons to give her pain. It was time to reveal to her his other reason to cause her great pain.

“Cunt, your father’s father executed my father’s father. Your grandfather was a high elf lord, while my grandfather was a commoner. My family has nursed its hatred of your family for two centuries. We had assumed this wrong could never be righted. The tables have now turned. Now I am a lord, while you are a lowly female commoner. It is time for you to repeatedly suffer for the wrong your house imposed on my house.”

He harshly applied the first strike of the angry magicked strap onto Aareesha’s bare buttocks.

Aareesha screamed as the painful strike of the magicked strap felt like it sliced deeply into her skin and left a burning fire. He raised his hand. He struck her again with the strap. He slowly worked his way down her ass, down the backs of her thighs, all the way down to the backs of her ankles.

Aareesha was still crying when he commanded, “stand up and turn around. Hands on top of your head.” She immediately obeyed.

Kuunstoonar raised the strap and sliced across her freshly-branded breasts. Aareesha screamed. He did it again. He strapped her again and again, aiming slightly lower each time. He skipped her cunt, slowly covering the fronts of her legs. Kuunstoonar suspected she thought she’d been spared. He ensured she learned better. He harshly strapped her bare cunt. He strapped her cunt again, and again, and again. Aareesha screamed and screamed. She did not dare move.

He said, “good start. Follow me to this office bedroom. I shall fuck you and punish you further.” She followed.

He fucked her cunt, eventually splashing his seed into her. He fucked her cunt again, and again, and again. Every time he came into her cunt, she felt a greater need to obey him and a greater fear of his displeasure. For hour after hour she suffered more exploitations, more sufferings, and more humiliations. Exactly as he had planned.

Many male elves were cruel. Kuunstoonar would try to outdo them all. Kuunstoonar had been given control over her from her guardian, but only for two days each month. He had decided he would make the most of every moment he had.

Ti explained to Bon, “we’ve confirmed it. Aareesha is back with the elves. She’s not been killed, as we had feared. Even more surprisingly, she’s been granted forgiveness. That is totally unlike elves. We have no idea why that happened. There must have been some amazing deal. We don’t know what it was.”

Bon glumly replied, “so that’s it? I’ve dedicated years of my life to getting an elf slave, and now she’s gone?”

Ti looked around. They were in the office of Bon’s mansion.

Ti replied, “I wouldn’t say you have nothing. You own a portion of this mansion, for example. We can’t get her immediately, but humans are working to defeat the hidden elven realm. You’ll get her back if that happens. I have some ideas on what I think you should do next.”

“I’m listening,” said Bon.

Aareesha kowtowed in her tiny bedroom, facing its open door. She was again on her forehead, knuckles, and knees. She wore nothing other than her emerald necklace, tit-bells, and her maidservant skirt. Her ankles were crossed in the air. Her bare feet dangled in the air. Her lower private parts were on display. The pain in her forehead, knuckles, and knees, caused by her uncomfortable humiliating position, was unbearable.

The open door was misleading. It did not mean she could leave. It meant she had no privacy and she could not prevent anyone from entering. The door was part of a long hall of tiny bedrooms for maidservants and female elf slaves. At the end of hall an armed male guard enforced order on the females trapped here. She was well aware that her tiny bedroom was really a prison cell.

She awaited Great Lord Saanteeli. It had been two days after she had first serviced Lord Eye. It was her turn on the rotation for being fucked by Saanteeli. She hated and feared him. She also knew she needed to provide exceptionally good service to him. If she didn’t adequately please him, he would stroke his emerald ring. Her emerald necklace would provide a painful reminder of why she needed to fully devote herself to his pleasure.

As a condition of forgiveness, she had promised she would “wholeheartedly obey, aid, and please those in authority over her.” She would have done so anyway. The emerald necklace, alone, was enough to ensure her wholehearted compliance. If that wasn’t enough, Great Lord Saanteeli had many other methods to cruelly punish her. Great Lord Saanteeli was her guardian. He was fully in control of her.

Every day she worked long and painful hours for Saanteeli. He fucked her every few days. For two days each month she would be Lord Eye’s toy, where she would be fucked and receive further tortures. Every morning and evening she suffered the emerald necklace’s torments for an hour. This was a punishment for failing to adequately respect the king during the last time she had been in Sanctuary.

Her body was the plaything of males. She had never experienced an orgasm. She now knew she never would. She knew she would never have children, either. Fine dining and honors were now only memories. She had once expected to live as a princess. She now lived as a lowly elven maidservant. She hated what her life had turned out to be. She blamed the humans for everything.

Only two things made her life slightly bearable. First, once a month she received raw pleasure-magics as if she were a princess. Second, while she had to obey male elves, at least she didn’t need to obey a nasty low-life human.

Saanteeli entered her bedroom. On a motion of his hand, she moved herself up to a kneeling position. She fished out his cock. She gazed at his long, girthy, and veiny cock. She knew his cock well. She was a servant to his cock. Her body’s purpose was to obey the will of his cock. She opened her mouth and took his cock in. She began her worship of his cock. She devotedly sucked and suckled his cock.

She devoted herself to pleasuring him. She did her best to please him and sexually gratify him with her mouth. She expected him to follow this effort by fucking her cunt. He would spill his seed into her cunt. When he did, she would feel an even greater need to obey him and an even greater fear of his displeasure.

She realized she didn’t dare get distracted by such thoughts. She refocused on his pleasure. She knew any failure of hers to please him could be a disaster. She also knew this was her new life. Her best option would always be fearful obedience. She would be forever obeying and pleasuring this male elf who fully controlled her life.

At least, that’s what she thought.