Bon’s years of dungeon-delving and loot-seeking had made Bon good at noticing little things. Things like pulling off rings and hiding them in a hand.

Aareesha was now another victim of Bon’s perceptiveness. Bon had realized she was hiding something.

Aareesha didn’t need to obey him, but if she didn’t, her ability to disobey would be revealed. Aareesha could lie, but she knew she should keep her lies close to truth. If Bon realized she could lie, the jig was up.

She showed him the silver ring. She explained, “sir, master, when I stole the power orb, I also stole a silver ring. It is the only jewelry I have, other than the painful emerald necklace, that is truly elven. It makes me feel so good when I see myself wearing this elven ring. I was afraid you wouldn’t let me keep it. You never asked me anything that forced me to reveal it. Please let me keep it.”

“Hmmm,” said Bon, increasingly suspicious. “A ring? Is it cursed? Magical?”

“No, sir, master,” replied Aareesha, “I checked with the feather gem before I put it on. The feather gem clearly showed the ring isn’t magical.” Aareesha was glad she didn’t need to tell the whole truth at this moment. It was true that she had checked the ring with the feather gem. It was true that the gem didn’t indicate that the ring was magical. She could say truths while telling a lie.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Hand it over.”

“Yes, sir, master.”

Aareesha gave the silver ring to Bon. She feared he might somehow determine what the ring really was.

Bon carefully checked the silver ring with the feather gem. He eventually agreed with her assessment. There wasn’t even a glimmer of magic from the ring. On a lark, Bon tried on the ring for himself.

Throofoonah immediately saw the room around her. She could see Aareesha was a few feet away. Obviously Aareesha wasn’t wearing her. Throofoonah wondered who was wearing her.

« Oh, shit, » realized Throofoonah. She realized that Aareesha’s master, a low-life human named Bon, was wearing Throofoonah! Bon had obviously discovered the silver ring. Throofoonah could only hope that Aareesha’s master had not figured out that she was a magic ring. Throofoonah didn’t know how good Bon was at magic. Few could detect Throofoonah simply by wearing her. Yet it would only take one revelation to end her secret. She expected her long life would end if Bon discovered she was a magic ring. Throofoonah couldn’t even kill her wearer, due to the fiendishly complicated relationship between herself and her wearer.

Throofoonah could cast spells that would cause great pain to her wearer. She knew doing that would make things worse. It wouldn’t even work well if Bon was one of those annoying males who was resistant to her spells. Even if he wasn’t resistant, the disaster that would follow was easily anticipated. If she did anything to harm Bon, the humans moving Bon’s possessions would easily notice. Worst of all, if Throofoonah hurt Bon, Aareesha would see that she had indirectly hurt Bon by handing him the ring. Throofoonah’s suspension of Aareesha’s vow would immediately end on that event. Once Aareesha’s vow to obey and please Bon returned in full force, Aareesha would yank the silver ring off of Bon’s finger. Aareesha wouldn’t be allowed to hurt Bon. Aareesha would even be compelled to tell Bon who the ring was.

Even if the two female elves somehow managed to kill Bon, and Throofoonah didn’t see how, they would still be in trouble. Throofoonah knew unaccompanied elves were illegal throughout human cities. They would probably not make it out of the city. Throofoonah had powerful spells for buffing her wearer. She was not all-powerful, though. Even worse, her more powerful spells drew attention. Humans were individually weak, but there were a lot of humans in a human city. They could not hope to win against a large force of city guards.

Throofoonah decided her best option was to continue to stay silent. She waited. Bon seemed to be contemplating what to do.

Aareesha made a silent prayer to the gods. She decided this was the best moment to make a request. Bon hadn’t fucked her cunt after last night. Her cunt’s juices made him unnaturally aggressive and cruel for a few hours after sex. Bon was often not cruel when he wasn’t under that influence. If there was any chance for mercy, now would be that chance.

Aareesha begged, “please, sir, master, please let me keep the silver ring.”

“Well,” said Bon, “I can always use the money from selling trinkets like this. I’m going to be really short of funds. On the other hand, it is nice to have a pretty outfit for you. A real elven ring is a nice touch. This ring is different from others I’ve seen, too. It’s really interesting. It’s always good to be prepared to show you off. Hmm, I’m thinking.”

Aareesha looked at Bon with a needy plea in her eyes.

Bon could sense her intense begging. He laughed and said, “all right, all right, fine. I see it’s important to you. It’s not magical. It’s not in fashion. I’d probably get limited coin from it. I guess I’ll let you keep the trinket. At least, for now. You’d better keep deeply pleasing me if you want to keep it. Let’s see it on you.”

“Yes, sir, master,” said Aareesha with visible relief. Bon took off the silver ring and handed it to her. Aareesha rapidly put the ring on her finger. Throofoonah could once again see the room. She could see Bon was no longer wearing the silver ring. It was clear to her that Aareesha was once again wearing the silver ring. Throofoonah was glad that Bon hadn’t discovered what the silver ring really was.

Throofoonah said, “thank the gods! Bon didn’t detect what I am!” Aareesha heard. She didn’t dare reply to Throofoonah in the moment. Aareesha did agree with the sentiment.

Aareesha knelt before Bon in gratitude and said, “thank you, sir, master. Thank you for letting me keep this ring.”

Throofoonah was relieved that Bon didn’t understand the silver ring’s true nature. Now that the emergency had passed, another emotion followed. It was not a kind one.

Throofoonah was angry at Aareesha that the secret of the silver ring’s existence had been lost so soon. Throofoonah’s previous wearers had managed to keep that secret for a long time. This failure to keep a secret put them both in jeopardy. Throofoonah said, “I’m angry you gave away the silver ring’s existence so soon, Aareesha. This is your fault. You were supposed to keep the silver ring’s existence a secret.”

Aareesha didn’t reply. She couldn’t reply in the moment without Bon overhearing. Aareesha felt Throofoonah was being a little unfair. Aareesha decided it would be best to have this discussion at another time.

Bon thought for a moment and added, “Aareesha, I don’t approve of your hiding of this ring. You are to do your best to please me and obey me.”

With that statement, Bon stroked his emerald ring. Aareesha collapsed in agony. She could feel as if her whole body was burning in fire and freezing in ice. Her skin had the sensation of being repeatedly ripped off her body with hooks. Her torture was harsh and cruel.

Aareesha could hear Throofoonah. Throofoonah screamed in agony as she also experienced the magical pain from the emerald necklace. As she’d said, Throofoonah was especially vulnerable to magical pain. Throofoonah felt as if her body was burning in fire and freezing in ice, while her skin was being ripped off with hooks. Throofoonah screamed, and screamed, and screamed from the intense magical pain. Only Aareesha could hear Throofoonah’s screams.

Bon and Aareesha stood in the center of the mansion’s open foyer. Both looked around. Elegant stairways on each side led to the second floor. Four guards were stationed in the foyer. Two more were outside the house door. Two more were stationed at the gate blocking the entrance to the land of the mansion.

Aareesha was angry at Throofoonah. Throofoonah had done nothing but angrily whine and bitch at Aareesha. Throofoonah had been doing this whining and bitching all morning long. Throofoonah had angrily blamed Aareesha for revealing the existence of the silver ring. Throofoonah blamed Aareesha for Bon’s punishment of both of them with the emerald necklace. Aareesha understood Throofoonah’s deep fear of discovery. Aareesha understood Throofoonah’s deep fear of torture. Aareesha knew Throofoonah had been fearfully running from capture for millennia. Intellectually Aareesha could understand how deep-rooted fears would grow in Throofoonah after enduring such fears for so long.

Aareesha also felt Throofoonah was being completely unfair. Aareesha had tried to hide the ring. Aareesha hadn’t meant for its revelation to happen. Aareesha felt Throofoonah’s endless whining and bitching was completely uncalled-for.

The movers left the mansion foyer for the final time. They had successfully moved everything this morning. They had been quick, especially considering Bon hadn’t been ready to move. It wasn’t even noon yet.

Bon looked at Aareesha. She was still essentially nude. She was only wearing her collar, her emerald necklace, and her elven silver ring. When he had publicly paraded her through the streets this morning, she’d also been wearing handcuffs that had kept her hands behind her back. He had led her on a leash to her new home. He had concluded that she was causing him a lot of trouble. So, he had decided to humiliate her further this morning. Bon had also enjoyed showing off his prize. He thought making other men jealous was rather fun.

Aareesha had been utterly humiliated by her public nudity as she had been led to her new quarters. That would have been bad enough by itself. Throofoonah’s never-ending complaints and accusations had added to Aareesha’s woes this morning. Aareesha had had enough of Throofoonah’s constant whining and bitching.

Bon decided he hadn’t fucked Aareesha nearly enough in the last 24 hours. He said, “go upstairs to the master bedroom, bitch. Now.”

“Yes, sir, master.”

Aareesha didn’t need to obey. Throofoonah’s magic meant Aareesha was not currently compelled. Yet if she disobeyed, things would be worse. Aareesha needed to appear to need to obey. Aareesha rushed to the bedroom. The adore rune gave her an almost imperceptible pleasure.

Their new bedroom had a king-sized poster bed and other fancy furniture. Aareesha laid down, naked, on her back on the bed.

“Oh, gods,” bitched Throofoonah, “thou art such a stupid bitch. It’s thy fault Bon knows about the existence of the silver ring. I never want to experience another punishment from an emerald necklace. Thou art a stupid fucking cunt. An ignorant bitch. At least take me off now.”

“No,” whispered Aareesha.

“… What?”

Throofoonah adopted a more conciliatory and fearful tone. She continued, “If thou art, um, if you are wearing me, Aareesha, I’ll see and feel everything he does when he fucks you. I do not want to experience being fucked by a nasty human. I especially don’t want to be fucked in my cunt. If he does that, I’ll experience a crushing desire to obey him and a deep fear of displeasing him. Vrentanee’s curse works on me, too. Please take me off!”

“No,” whispered Aareesha, “I’m tired of your bitching and moaning. I was trying to hide you. It’s not my fault Bon has a good eye. I don’t make him torture me. I’m so tired of your bitching and whining. You need to walk a mile in my shoes.”

Bon entered the room. He began to strip so he could fuck Aareesha. His cock was thoroughly engorged.

“Oh, please, by the gods, no,” begged Throofoonah.

Aareesha ignored the ancient elf’s pleas. Throofoonah kept begging, without result. Throofoonah knew she didn’t dare hurt Aareesha. If Throofoonah cast a spell to hurt Aareesha, Aareesha would take off the ring in a hurry. If Aareesha took off the ring in a hurry, Bon would realize something was up. Throofoonah didn’t dare do anything to bring Bon’s attention to the silver ring. Throofoonah had had too many close brushes with death in her long life. She would not risk another such event.

Bon got onto the bed. He spread Aareesha’s legs and placed himself between her legs. Aareesha looked up at the man who was about to fuck her hard. She could see that his massive, girthy dick was ready to violate her.

Throofoonah saw everything Aareesha saw. She saw Bon tower over her, too. Throofoonah whimpered. She knew what would happen next.

Bon thrust hard into Aareesha’s cunt.

“Oh, gods, I hate you Aareesha,” said Throofoonah, as she felt the lowly human thrust into her cunt as well. “I don’t remember wanting to be fucked by a human as well as being tortured.”

Aareesha wanted to respond, but she couldn’t do so safely. Bon came into Aareesha’s cunt. Aareesha could feel her ability to disobey or displease Bon disappear. She felt an unwelcome desire to be more obedient to Bon and an increased fear of his displeasure. Aareesha heard Throofoonah scream as she also experienced a harsh desire to obey Bon and a strong fear of displeasing him.

As Bon required, Aareesha healed him. He fucked her again. Throofoonah felt everything as if it was all happening to her, too. Throofoonah felt herself being fucked a second time. When Bon came again, both elves felt his cum fill their cunts. Both elves felt an unwelcome desire to be more obedient to Bon and an increased fear of his displeasure.

Throofoonah complained, “oh why am I stuck here? You suck, Aareesha. You suck. FUCK you.” Aareesha said nothing in reply. She healed Bon again.

Bon repeatedly penetrated Aareesha, in different holes. He had her mouth repeatedly pleasure him. He had her ass repeatedly pleasure him. He had her heal him afterwards each time so he could penetrate her again. Bon didn’t waste a moment holding back his ejaculation. For an hour Bon fucked Aareesha again and again and again. Throofoonah helplessly experienced it all. Bon felt like he had injected gallons of cum into Aareesha. Unknown to him, Throofoonah experienced the same. Bon greatly enjoyed Aareesha. Fucking her also made him increasingly angry. He decided he would try something different.

Bon stood up off the bed and angrily declared, “follow me!”

Aareesha was worried. She responded, “yes, sir, master!” She had to obey him now. Her vow compelled obedience.

Bon led her out of the bedroom and downstairs past some guards. He led her to a long stairway down to the basement. She followed him down. He led her down a hallway and unlocked a door. He indicated to her to enter.

Aareesha’s blood ran icy cold as she entered the room. The room disturbed her. She knew that many leaders, both human and elven, possessed rooms like this. She did not like the idea of living in a mansion with such a room.

All around the room were different devices designed to inflict intense pain. Some were designed to kill while doing so. She recognized a rack and an iron maiden. She didn’t know what most of the other devices were. She doubted she wanted to become better acquainted. Several devices had multiple layers of dried blood. On the far wall was an all-too-familiar device she did recognize. Bon had decided to move his discipline frame to this room.

Throofoonah could also see it all. Throofoonah knew what most of the devices were. This knowledge was not comforting. She begged, in a panicked voice, “Please take me off, Aareesha. Please.”

Bon barked, “go to the discipline frame, bitch. You know what to do.”

Aareesha put herself into place on the frame. She was wearing her collar, so she knew these sessions were going to be especially painful. She saw Bon’s paddle. Next to Bon’s paddle was a large collection of tools including leather belts, floggers, and whips.

Aareesha began to take off the silver ring, as a kindness to Throofoonah. Aareesha felt she’d made her point. In fact, Aareesha felt like she’d overdone it. She regretted continuing to wear the ring every time Bon fucked her. Aareesha felt that more torture for Throofoonah, on top of the emerald necklace and being repeatedly fucked, was far too much.

Bon said, “no, bitch, I want to see you wearing your pretty elven ring whenever I beat your ass. In fact, leave the ring on all the time. You want to hide things from me? You’ll pay dearly for it, and be reminded why.”

Aareesha could hear Throofoonah say, “oh gods, no!”

Aareesha understood, but she couldn’t disobey Bon. It would be nearly an hour before Throofoonah could magically suspend the vow. Even if she could, Aareesha didn’t dare disobey Bon in this setting.

Bon locked Aareesha into place. Aareesha knew she was completely at his mercy. Bon surveyed the large set of disciplinary tools he now had for beating her ass. Bon was feeling vindictive. He decided he would show her what he thought of her sneaking around and keeping secrets. He would show her what he thought about being forced to go back into debt and working another job. Bon decided he would start with his trusty paddle. Bon planned to try out many different tools to find the tool that she most feared.

Aareesha was crying from terror even before the first strike. Aareesha could hear Throofoonah hyperventilating. Throofoonah deeply feared the punishment she knew was coming.

Bon began thrashing Aareesha. Both female elves screamed in agony. Bon gave them both a thorough painful thrashing with one tool, then another, then another.

The male elf sprinted into the room and bowed at his waist. He addressed Kuunstoonar, saying, “Great sir, I bring an urgent report from the field!”

“Tell me everything!,” said Kuunstoonar with excitement.

“One of the many possibilities we’ve been investigating was a townhouse in Ston. Today we’ve had many independent sightings of Aareesha being led, with her tits and cunt exposed, from that townhouse to a mansion in Ston. Her owner is Bon, a male adventurer who took possession of the mansion last night. He and Aareesha moved into that mansion this morning. We are confident we know exactly where Aareesha is being kept. She is in this mansion in Ston.”

“Excellent. Alert both squads. We leave in an hour.”

The male elf sprinted away.

Kuunstoonar grinned. Soon the Eye of Elvendom would brandish his sword. The humans would learn elves were not to be trifled with. He would enjoy bathing his sword with human blood.