Aareesha, a female elf slave, kowtowed in the nude on her knuckles and knees. Her master had gone out on an errand. She was waiting, like a toy or a pet, for her master to return to the mansion.

Aareesha was in the center of the mansion’s foyer. The unyielding stone floor of the foyer bit into her knees. The decorative stone circle embedded in the stone floor surrounded and highlighted her naked enslaved body. The beautifully stained wood wall paneling and graceful curved staircases of the foyer testified that the owner of this mansion was a wealthy man. The top of her head pointed towards the mansion’s front door.

Aareesha’s long black silky hair flowed down her neck onto the floor. Her elven earpoints protruded from her hair. Her hands were spread far apart. Her legs were spread as well. Around her neck she wore a magic emerald necklace. Her forehead was pressed to the ground. Her dangling tits touched the floor, with nipples pierced with golden rings. Her knees were bent. Her legs below her knees were bent at a 45-degree angle to the floor. Her ankles were crossed high in the air. Her bare feet, with toenails painted bright red, were high above the floor.

Her position was difficult and painful for her to maintain. It didn’t matter. She gave her all to rigidly stay in this maidservant position of grovelling subservience. No matter the pain, her fear was greater of what would happen if she failed to maintain her posture.

She was rarely in this part of the mansion. She spent most of her waking hours in her master’s bedroom, doing her best to sexually pleasure the Man of the House. Female elves were a valuable commodity worldwide because they had been designed to rapturously pleasure males. Her human master spent most of his time in his bedroom, indulging in the carnal pleasures that her body could provide to him.

This was her master’s mansion, she carefully reminded herself. Last week she had made the mistake of saying it was “my” mansion. She knew she didn’t own the mansion, of course. She knew she was the property of Bon, as was the mansion. She had simply meant that this was the mansion where she lived.

Unfortunately, she’d made this mistake in wording after he’d fucked her continuously for hours. Bon was dominating and aggressive at such times. Bon had taken great offense when Aareesha had said the phrase “my mansion.” To correct her, he had taken her to his dungeon to torture her for many hours. The magic emerald necklace, along with various paddles applied harshly and thoroughly to her bare exposed ass, made his displeasure clear. He had ensured that she understood that she owned nothing and that he owned her.

From that day forward, Aareesha had been quite careful to never imply she owned anything. She was her master’s property. Any claim or implication to the contrary was foolishness.

Bon had recaptured her a few weeks ago. She had once been a princess in the elven city named Merifuge. As an elven princess she had often worn shimmering flowy dresses, elegant heels, priceless jewelry, and a glittering tiara. She greatly enjoyed wearing such finery. In private, she had worn short nighties made of costly silks. Now the continent’s elven cities had been destroyed and she was enslaved. She hadn’t been allowed to even wear clothing for many days.

She was now a fully-domesticated elf slave to a mere human. She was magically compelled to do her best to please him. She was magically fearful of ever displeasing him. Her situation was humiliating to her. She also constantly felt cravings for raw pleasure-magics. The endless withdrawal pangs of her addiction could not be satisfied in the human world. Somewhere on this continent was an underground elven refuge named Sanctuary, but no one there would try to rescue her. She had learned to focus herself on surviving each day given the terrible reality of her new life.

Aareesha did have two small desperate hopes.

One hope was that Bon might never have a legitimate son. Her elven lifespan was far longer than a human’s. Her longer lifespan would not necessarily help her. When Bon died, she would repeatedly become the property of his heirs for the rest of her long life. There was a loophole, though. Only males could inherit property, and Bon had no son. Currently Bon spent most of his day, morning to night, alternating between repeatedly fucking Aareesha and cruelly disciplining her. Magic enabled him to maintain an inhuman sexual pace, but no child could result from their intercourse. Elves and humans could not interbreed. Even if they could, a slave’s child would not be a legitimate heir. Bon had also made it clear that he intended to eventually return to the dangerous life of adventuring. Aareesha hoped that if Bon died without a legitimate male descendant, she would be free.

Her other hope was that women might rise up against men. Magical compulsions made it improbable that female elves could achieve self-empowerment in their own society. Every time a female elf’s cunt received the seed of a male, she would become a little more obedient to him and a little more fearful of his displeasure. Eventually, after a female elf was repeatedly fucked, contemplating disobedience or displeasing that male would be torture for her. Humans were different from elves. Women did not automatically receive magical compulsions when they were fucked. Men sometimes controlled women through collars with magic runes, but men rarely did so. Women might undergo physical discipline or the pain of a magic emerald necklace, but these did not magically compel later obedience. In short, as far as she could tell, most women weren’t directly compelled by magic to be submissive or obedient to men. Most women could choose to disobey. Aareesha hoped that this lax approach by men would permit an uprising by women. Aareesha had a small hope that she might be better treated or even released if women gained control over human society. She knew this was improbable. It would take much for women to overthrow men. In addition, most humans, male and female, hated elves. She didn’t know if women would ever rise up. She chose to cling to this small hope.

She heard the doorman open the foyer door to the outside. She fearfully kept her forehead pressed into the stone floor. She couldn’t see the door in this position, but she could hear. As with all elves, her sense of hearing was keen. As the door opened she heard the sound of Bon’s happy humming.

She heard the doorman say, “Welcome home, sir.”

She heard Bon reply, “Thanks. I’ll be leaving this evening for a meeting at Elder Fohn’s mansion.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll ensure all is ready.”

Aareesha heard Bon enter the foyer. She knew Bon would be inspecting her. She steeled her posture even further. She always did her best to please him. She knew her body could please him.

Aareesha was stunningly beautiful, as were all female elves. Her light skin was luscious. Her body was perfectly proportioned. Her long black silky hair flowed halfway down her back. In her current position, her long black hair cascaded over her body like a shimmering waterfall.

Bon commanded, “stand.”

Aareesha fearfully responded, “yes, sir, master,” as she hastily stood. She put her hands behind her back, as he preferred her to do. Her naked body was his to see. Her perfectly proportioned face was the definition of beauty. Her purple eyes and her ear points made her elven heritage clear. Her large DD breasts were unnaturally perky. Her nipples jutted out. Her smooth slit promised endless pleasures. She was still deeply alluring to him.

Bon smiled and commanded, “go to my bedroom.”

“Yes, sir, master.”

Aareesha rushed to the bedroom. She was not eager to pleasure him. She was, instead, magically compelled to do her best to please him. She also lived in terror of his displeasure and his punishments. She laid on her back on the bed. She readied herself to pleasure him.

Bon entered the bedroom. He removed his clothes, humming while he did. His outrageously large and hardened cock, enhanced by magic, was finally exposed. He got onto the bed and looked down at Aareesha. Aareesha fearfully looked up to him.

Bon declared, “bitch, I expect you to pleasure me.”

“Yes, sir, master, I will do everything I can to pleasure you,”

Bon thrust his cock deeply into Aareesha. She cried out in pain and fear as he did. She did her utmost to pleasure him. She ensured her cunt muscles massaged his cock. She stroked his body with her hands. After twenty minutes he finally ejaculated into her. He cried out in pleasure as he did.

Bon hopped up and declared, “I must get ready. You, too. Wear your green dress. We’re going to Elder Fohn’s tonight.”

“Yes, sir, master.”

Aareesha was concerned. She liked wearing the green dress, but Bon rarely took her out. Such events were usually not good news for her.

Bon was escorted to Elder Fohn’s parlor by Fohn’s butler. The butler and Bon chatted about current events.

Aareesha trailed behind. She was wearing her fancy green dress. Her 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 barely above her knees. Its lace, ribbons, intricate patterns, and multiple layers clearly indicated there was significant money in the dress’ commissioning. She wore matching green heels, along with diamond and jade earrings. Aareesha was glad to be wearing the dress. She had a deep desire to wear fine clothing, due to manipulations of her mind through repeated magical conditioning. This desire was rarely granted to her.

Aareesha also wore an emerald necklace. She had to obey Bon anyway, but if she wasn’t compelled by magic, the necklace was enough to ensure her absolute compliance whenever he was around. All Bon had to do was rub his emerald ring, and the closest magic emerald necklace would torture its female wearer. The necklace didn’t cause physical damage, it worked by controlling the wearer’s mind. Aareesha had experienced the necklace’s painful effects many times. Aareesha would do everything she could to avoid experiencing those effects again.

As they entered the parlor, Elder Fohn stood up from his plush chair. Bon noted the stuffed baby dragon head on the wall behind Elder Fohn. This was a family heirloom. Elder Fohn’s father had defeated that baby dragon himself.

“Welcome, young man,” Elder Fohn said to Bon.

“Thank you, sir,” replied Bon. Bon shook Elder Fohn’s hand.

Elder Fohn indicated another chair. Both men sat. Aareesha knelt on the floor next to her master and faced Elder Fohn. She placed her hands behind her back to demonstrate her subservient obedience to Bon.

“Young man,” began Elder Fohn, “I once again want to praise you on how well you’ve done for yourself. You’ve honed your skills, learned, and taken measured risks. Your adventures as part of Ti’s party have yielded many valuables. I had expected you to eventually pay off your mansion, but I had not expected you to pay it off so quickly. I’m impressed by what you have accomplished for yourself.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s not merely the valuables from adventuring. You’ve smartly taken what you’ve earned from adventuring to fund businesses with long-term returns. I was amused when you invested in the young errand boy who did jobs for you when you lived in your townhouse. Um, what was his name?”

“Nen.”

“Yes, yes. The young man’s small shop is an improvement for him, your pocketbook, and the city too. Your best move was how you recently handled the discovery of the secrets of creating magic emerald necklaces and emerald rings. I know everyone agreed to the plan, but you were the one who proposed what to do.”

“It seemed like the obvious thing to do. Selling rights to several trusted wizards, and demanding royalties for each sale, means that all of us will have a continuing stream of massive income. In many ways, I was simply copying you, sir. You invested in the equipment, magical enhancements, and training of Ti’s team including me. You get shares of our earnings as a result. I simply did the same.”

“As one of the benefactors of those royalties, I appreciate that. Sales have only begun. It’s clear those magic emerald rings and necklaces are an absolute gold mine. They’re the perfect trade item across the continent to enrich ourselves and the city. Each weighs little, so they are easy to transport. Yet men across the continent are willing to pay immense amounts for them. Our customers are delighted. The women are not so thrilled, but it’s not about them, is it?”

Elder Fohn chuckled. Bon joined in.

Elder Fohn continued, “Bon, you know why you’re here tonight.”

Elder Fohn turned and said, “Tita, come in.”

A nervous and pretty girl quietly walked into the room. She looked to be about eighteen years old. Tita had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had flawless fair skin and a curvy body. She wore a long ivory-colored dress, held up by a single tie around the back of her neck. The top of her dress was essentially a pair of vertical strips on her front that narrowed as they got closer to her neck. The strips were mere pretenses for covering her breasts. Her perky breasts were at least DD. Most of her breasts, including all of her side boobs, were exposed by her dress. The skirt of her dress was full and went down to almost her ankles, yet it was not modest. The material of the dress was so translucent that all of her body underneath the dress was partially visible. She was clearly wearing nothing underneath her dress. Her nipples and slit could be clearly seen through her dress’ material. Their partial yet inadequate concealment managed to emphasize her exposed genitalia. Her feet were bare as well. Her nubile, perfect body was spectacularly sexy to Bon.

A small golden hairpiece with an ornate wire butterfly adorned one side of Tita’s head. The wire butterfly sparkled. The girl was also wearing a magic emerald necklace around her neck.

Elder Fohn addressed Bon, saying, “last month you finished paying the bride-price for my daughter. As I promised, here she is. Today is Tita’s 18th birthday. She is one of my younger daughters. She is yours to take home as your first wife tonight, should you choose to accept her. I think it would be a wise decision. You’re 27 and it’s time you began taking on wives.”

Tita’s face turned white. She’d known she would probably be married off tonight, but she hadn’t known who her husband would be. Most men felt there was no point in telling girls who they would marry ahead-of-time. Females were not usually allowed to choose their own husbands. Making the decision a surprise emphasized the point.

She’d met Bon a few times briefly. She did think he was handsome, and honestly, a little sexy. She knew little about him. She knew he was a powerful adventurer. She knew he was rich and gaining favor with powerful men in the city. She knew he owned a female elf slave. She also knew that he and his fellow adventurers had found the secret for making magic emerald necklaces and rings. She feared such a man might be especially cruel to her.

Elder Fohn declared to Bon, “I’m sure you’ve heard some rumors about my family. Specifically, you may have heard that some of my daughters might be disobedient and unsubmissive to their husbands. I assure you, there is no reason for you to be concerned. Tita knows her duties and will perform them. She has been raised from birth to be scrupulously obedient and respectful. She knows the teachings. She has learned to speak only when she is spoken to or when permitted otherwise. I believe you will be glad if you take her.”

Bon looked her over. There was no denying Tita was pretty. He said, “I like what I see, but I want to see all of her body before I finally accept her.”

Elder Fohn chuckled. He said, “yes, I understand. It’s reasonable that you want to first inspect the merchandise before completing the sale. You may look. You may also briefly touch. Remember, you must accept her before you may fully enjoy her. Tita is an unsullied virgin. The many children she will bear for you will be unquestionably yours.”

Bon stood. He easily towered over her. Bon’s muscular masculine body contrasted sharply with Tita’s curvy slim body. Bon went behind her. Tita carefully stood, almost frozen, with her arms tensed at her sides. Bon undid the dress’ knot on the back of her neck. She offered no resistance. Her dress slid off her body, leaving her completely naked. Tita carefully kept her tensed arms by her sides. She trembled.

Bon walked around her slowly, appreciating her exposed body. She regarded him fearfully. She followed him with her eyes as he moved, but she made no other movement. He could see that she was completely hairless below her neck. Bon thought her young and nubile body was stunningly beautiful.

Bon reached out and stroked her large breasts. Tita’s face turned bright red from embarrassment. Tita was careful to not respond in any other way. She scrupulously ensured no one mistook any action she took as disobedient resistance. Bon stroked her smoothly-shaved pussy lips. Tita continued to fearfully and passively accept his groping.

Tita was humiliated because a stranger was intimately touching her privates. She was also humiliated because his hand felt so good to her. She had been starved for human touch for many months. She had long been craving any kind of human touch at all.

Bon was fully clothed, yet his erection was obvious to all.

Elder Fohn smirked and asked, “well, are you satisfied?”

Bon eyed Elder Fohn. Bon replied with a smile, “I know I’m supposed to act like I’m not sure if I want her. I can’t pretend. Yes, I want her.”

Elder Fohn’s face burst into a broad grin. He said, “wonderful! You’ve paid. You know what to do. Begin the wedding ceremony now if you want her.”

Bon gazed into Tita’s bright blue eyes and addressed her. Bon commanded, “kneel.”

Tita hurriedly dropped to her knees, spreading her legs as she did. She placed her hands behind her neck under her long flowing blonde hair. She laced her fingers together. She pressed her heavy breasts out, curving her back as she did so. She angled her hips to ensure Bon could easily view her pussy. This was the kneeling position she had been taught to assume. She was nude and vulnerable.

Tita looked up into Bon’s eyes in apprehension. Bon continued to bore his gaze into her eyes.

Bon declared, “I will take you home as my wife. I expect you to be my obedient and submissive wife, and to bear me many children. Will you fulfill your duties?”

Tita stayed in position, but her eyes were wide from fear. Her eyes began filling from unwept tears. Her eyes darted about. She knew her duty but feared it. She looked for some way to escape her situation.

Elder Fohn was not amused. He sharply commanded, “girl, acknowledge your duty. Remember the teachings.”

Tita shuddered from dread. She stayed silent. She hoped that somehow, if she failed to acknowledge the truth, the truth wouldn’t be true.

Bon began to bring his other hand towards his emerald ring.

Tita saw the movement of Bon’s hand. Her face turned sheet-white. She looked up into Bon’s eyes and quickly replied in fear, “yes, sir, I will be your obedient and submissive wife. I will bear you many children, sir.”

Bon moved his hand back away from his ring. Tita began dripping silent tears.

Bon saw her tears and quietly said, “We are almost done with the ceremony. I am not normally cruel by nature. If you behave exactly as you should, quickly and respectfully and obediently, I will rarely punish you. If you delay, displease me, or in any other way fail me, you will receive lengthy punishment sessions, including from the emerald necklace. Do you understand me?”

Tita gulped in fear. Her eyes opened even wider. She nodded her head in acknowledgment. Her large breasts jiggled as she did. She knew he had every right to brutally punish her at any time he chose. She was deeply frightened of such punishments. She quietly and meekly replied, “Yes, sir. I understand perfectly, sir.”

“Good. Let’s continue.”

Bon increased the volume of his voice and declared, “I accept you as my bride. You are my wife until I decide otherwise. All that you are, body and soul, is my possession.”

Tita’s tears flowed from fear. She briefly hesitated, then dutifully responded, “I acknowledge that I am one of your wives until you decide otherwise. All that I am, body and soul, is your possession.”

Elder Fohn clapped from relief. He said, “Wonderful! I am happy to see this new pairing of husband and wife. I hope to see many children from this coupling. Bon, now that you are my son-in-law, you may address me by my first name Ghenn. I hope we will do many great things together, Bon.”

Ghenn Fohn and Bon warmly hugged each other while the females looked on.

Aareesha had watched this brief marriage ceremony carefully. She’d known that these ceremonies were normally quick affairs. Her understanding was that, in a sense, this marriage ceremony was the essence and foundation of modern mankind. Aareesha vaguely remembered reading that these ceremonies had once been much longer and had more participants. Centuries of enslavement by elves had forced many changes in human society. Humans had forgotten their old language during their enslavement. Humans had also changed their wedding ceremonies into these brief intimate events. Humans had dropped some of their customs and beliefs, and re-accepted previously-discarded ones. She didn’t know the details. Elves rarely paid much attention to humans as long as the humans performed as obedient slaves. Until recently male elves had also had another use for humans, as entertainment. Few things amused male elves more than the torturing, maiming, and killing of humans. These cruel elven practices had ended when the humans successfully revolted.

Elves had expected humans to stay enslaved forever. A male human was typically far weaker than a male elf. For many centuries the elves had ruthlessly tortured and killed all humans who had dared to rise up, along with their family and friends. This was in part for fun, but it was also in part to ensure that the humans remained enslaved. That, in the end, had failed. The humans on this continent had eventually overthrown their elven masters.

Aareesha knew this human marriage ceremony was part of the secret to the humans’ success over elves. The unspoken human strategy had been simple: breed far more humans than there were elves. Elves didn’t mind when men dominated women, as elven society worked the same way. Elves didn’t mind when men forced those women to bear many babies, as elves were richer when they owned more slaves. Humans had quietly fought with fecundity. Aareesha didn’t know all the details, but she knew humans had abandoned their previous customs to maximize baby-making. Elven pride had led the elves to ignore the danger until it was too late. Aareesha still loathed humans, but she had to admit that the human strategy had ultimately worked.

Aareesha felt Tita had gotten lucky on the husband assigned to her. Tita would have reliable shelter and food. Aareesha suspected Bon would never kill, mutilate, or amputate Tita. Aareesha was sure Bon would vigorously punish Tita at length if Tita displeased him. On the other hand, if Tita carefully obeyed Bon and gave her utmost respect to him, Aareesha suspected Tita would only be punished occasionally. Tita would certainly have a better life than a slave or temple prostitute. Tita would live a life of abject obedience, as almost all human wives did, but she would have a better life than many other wives.

It was true that Aareesha had repeatedly been harshly punished by Bon. Yet Aareesha knew that Bon had spoken the truth. Bon wasn’t normally cruel. Whenever a male fucks a female elf’s cunt, a magical enchantment makes the male more aggressive. This enchantment gives the male a strong desire to brutally punish her, to show her that he is in control and that she is not. Elven males could resist this desire, in the rare cases when they wanted to, because elves have a naturally strong magic resistance. Human magic resistance was, in contrast, quite weak. This meant Bon was tempted, far more strongly than any male elf would be, to harshly discipline Aareesha. Bon had repeatedly meted out cruel punishments on Aareesha, but only while Bon was under this enchantment. When Bon wasn’t under the enchantment, he could be surprisingly kind. Tita was a human, not an elf. Aareesha knew that when Bon fucked Tita, Tita’s cunt would not tempt Bon towards cruelty in the same way.

Aareesha suspected that Bon didn’t know much about Tita’s personality, goals, or desires. There had been no discussion tonight of her skills, hopes, or dreams. No doubt she had her own special quirks. All such trifles were irrelevant, of course. What mattered was that Elder Ghenn Fohn’s sale of Tita to Bon would be the basis of a strong political alliance between the two men. This transaction gave Bon a pretty girl to command and fuck, with a cunt attached to a womb for bearing his babies.

The desires of females were not important in human society. Aareesha reflected that this particular aspect of human society was something it shared with elven society.

“Let’s go,” Bon announced to Tita and Aareesha, “it’s time to go home.”

Tita and Aareesha stood. Both feared what would happen when they arrived at Bon’s home.