Bon sat on the bed, fully dressed, in his own bedroom. Tita was completely naked. She knelt on a throw rug on the floor, facing him, with her hands behind her neck and her legs spread wide. Her fingers were again laced together behind her neck. Her body was completely exposed to him. Her blonde hair flowed down her back. Her only adornments were a sparkling wire butterfly hairpiece and a magic emerald necklace. Tita’s eyes looked up to Bon with unending fear. She did find Bon easy on the eyes. Yet she shivered in the knowledge that she was totally at his mercy.

Aareesha was further away from Bon, beyond the foot of the bed. Aareesha was naked and positioned in a modified kowtow. She was on her knuckles and knees, with her ankles crossed. The position was painful for her to maintain on the hard wooden floor of the bedroom. Aareesha also wore an emerald necklace. By his command, Aareesha’s head was raised up so she would watch Bon and Tita. Aareesha could easily see the faces of both. Aareesha was envious that Tita was allowed to kneel on a throw rug.

There was no question about who was in charge.

Aareesha pondered the situation. Bon and Tita had been married for an hour. Much of that time had been spent getting from Elder Fohn’s parlor to this bedroom. Tita had been fearfully and scrupulously submissive and respectful. Bon had still not disciplined her. Bon had not even applied a “taste of the rod” to Tita when they had arrived home at Bon’s mansion. Aareesha understood that human husbands usually disciplined their wives for an hour on their wives’ initial arrival home. This “taste of the rod” ceremony, when it occurred, ensured that the wife knew exactly what awaited her if she ever displeased her husband. Bon had skipped this typical but optional ceremony. Aareesha thought Bon was being unusually kind for a human husband. She thought Bon was being remarkably lax. She hoped that she could somehow take advantage of Bon’s laxness in the future.

Aareesha knew that the normal next step was for the wife to submissively kneel in front of her new husband in the bedroom while he gave his “first instructions” to her. Aareesha suspected that Bon was about to perform this customary step. Tita continued to kneel naked facing Bon. She fearfully kept her hands behind her neck, her fingers laced, and her legs spread wide. Her helplessness was on full display.

Bon told Tita, “So, here are my first instructions to you. Your primary duty will be to bear and raise children for me. I intend to have an heir and a spare. Once I have two sons, you’ll bear many daughters for me. Girls won’t fetch me as much money as a female elf slave would, but girls can still bring me a tidy profit and some advantageous political alliances. In short, your primary purpose is to be repeatedly bred by me. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Tita fearfully replied, “perfectly clear.”

“You must obey me and please me to the best of your ability. I will judge you on your obedience and submissiveness to me, your respectfulness to me, how well you sexually gratify me, how many children you bear and raise for me, and the behavior and attitude of those children. This especially includes the submissiveness of your daughters.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, as her eyes began to wetten.

“I will give you additional rules over time that you must obey without fail. You must stay on this floor of the mansion unless I specifically say otherwise. You will keep this floor immaculately clean. You will perform a lengthy daily regimen of scrubbing, mopping, dusting, and so forth. Endless silent hours of scrubbing on your hands and knees will better teach you the true meaning of humility. During the day you will typically wear only a short nightie, with nothing else, to ensure little of your body is hidden. Each evening you will kneel in the nude in front of my bedroom door, until I decide to dismiss you or I bring you in to fuck you. You may never masturbate or sexually touch yourself. You may only orgasm when you are fucked by me or by some other man I’ve authorized.”

She nodded slightly as tears began to leak down her face.

“You will sleep in your bedroom unless I say otherwise. It’s the fourth room down the hall. It’s small and windowless, but it can hold a small bed and a crib. An elf slave is a better fuck than a woman, so Aareesha will stay with me in my bedroom most nights. You must not initiate conversations with adults and you must not socialize with others. You may ask me questions or speak to me first if they involve serving me better. Your purpose is to please me, not to please yourself or others. If you’re a good girl, I may eventually allow you to initiate conversation with me. Do you understand? Will you obey?”

Tita leaked more tears as she envisioned her life to come. She would have a small life. A life in the shadows. Her primary purpose would be to serve as breeding stock. Her life would be focused entirely on pleasing another, someone she had not chosen. She would be toiling with little purpose in a gilded prison. She would be desperate for conversation and attention. She would be even more desperate for human touch. She was sure her desperation would make her easy to manipulate. If she couldn’t adequately gain his favor, she would be isolated and deeply lonely for her entire life. Tita knew her situation was typical for a human wife. They were entirely consistent with the teachings. Yet these commands were still crushing to Tita. She knew that all the hopes she’d ever had for a better life would never come to pass. Tita held back a sob.

She had dreaded this day. She didn’t want to accept her fate. She didn’t want to acknowledge that this would be her life. She didn’t dare say no.

Bon made a move with his hand towards the emerald ring he was wearing. Tita saw the movement. She panicked. Desperate words spilled out of her mouth.

“Yes, sir!! Oh yes sir! I will obey you, sir!”

Bon nodded, annoyed but temporarily mollified. He reached out with his right hand and stroked her bare left breast. He stroked the underside of her breast, enjoying her breast’s ripe and heavy fullness. He rolled her left nipple between his right thumb and index finger. The gesture seemed to be entirely about his own pleasure, not about hers. He stated, “you will suckle many infants on your breasts.”

Tita carefully ensured she offered no resistance to his unwanted groping. Her face flushed bright red. She replied, “Yes, sir.”

“Why are you embarrassed? Never hide anything from me.”

“Early this morning my father forced me to drink a magic potion that caused my breasts to rapidly and painfully enlarge. He said that he needed to give me, and I quote, ‘giant knockers to seal the deal.’ They swelled and swelled until early this afternoon. That’s when he reviewed the results and declared that my breasts were, and again I quote, ‘perfect massive melons.’ I’m embarrassed by how enormous my breasts have become. They feel unnatural to me. They’re so huge that they’re uncomfortable. From now on, my big boobs will be what anyone sees or remembers about me.”

“I enjoy touching your immense breasts. That should be enough reason for you to be glad to have big boobs. You would be wise to agree. Do you agree?”

She did her best to control the shame in her voice as she gulped and replied, “yes, sir.”

“Did your father give you any instructions about me?”

“Yes, sir, he did, sir. He told me to be the perfect obedient wife for you. He said he sold me to you because he sees promise in you. He hopes that, by selling me to you, you will feel honor-bound to grant him favors in return. He made it clear that for this political arrangement to work well for him, I must be the best girl I can be for you. He told me you would discipline me harshly if I failed or disappointed you. If I fail you so badly that you return me to him, he promised to punish me so ruthlessly and thoroughly that I’d wish I’d been a perfect wife for you.”

“I see. Will you be a perfect obedient wife for me?”

Tita’s face made it clear that she didn’t want to answer, but she greatly feared what would happen if she didn’t. Bon regarded her with increasing anger.

After a long pause she gulped and obediently replied, “yes, sir.”

Bon continued, “I expect you to behave perfectly for me. Displeasing me in any way will lead you to a lengthy discipline. I promise that you won’t enjoy it. If the emerald necklace doesn’t correct your behavior rapidly enough for me, I will also apply public floggings or a collar with magic runes to correct you. I may also confine you to your windowless small bedroom for days, weeks, or months at a time, where you’ll never see more than a glimmer of light. Do you understand? Make it clear to me that you understand.”

“Yes, sir, I understand, yes, sir,” fearfully replied Tita, vigorously nodding her head to confirm her understanding. Her mammoth naked breasts bounced from the vigor of her agreement. She continued, “From birth I’ve been trained to understand my role. I’ve been instructed in the teachings. I’ve always known that my father would choose my husband. I’ve always known how I must behave as a wife. I know I must be submissive to you and fully obey you without question, sir. I know I must diligently perform all chores assigned to me and bear many children for you. I’ve long understood that I would receive harsh penalties if I ever disobeyed or displeased the men in authority over me, sir.”

“Really? You understand the penalties? Including what an emerald necklace’s punishment feels like?”

“Yes, yes, I understand, please don’t do that to me!,” begged Tita. “I’ve long heard about what an emerald necklace feels like. This morning, for the first time, I briefly experienced an emerald necklace’s penalty. It causes me to feel as if my whole body is burning in fire and freezing in ice, while my skin is repeatedly ripped off my body with hooks.”

“Those sensations aren’t real.”

“Sir, with respect, they feel quite real!”

“Why don’t you take off your emerald necklace?”

“Sir, I’ve tried, as have many other females before me. A female cannot take off an emerald necklace. Only males can remove an emerald necklace from a female. Only males can enable or disable an emerald necklace’s torture through an emerald ring.”

“I’m glad you say you understand all this. Yet several times you have delayed obeying me. Delayed obedience displeases me. You obviously do not understand your situation well enough. You need to be punished.”

Tita’s eyes widened in utter terror. She shrieked, “Oh no, no, oh please don’t punish me!”

“It’s too late for that. Delayed obedience is disobedience.”

Bon rubbed his emerald ring. The emerald necklace began to intensely torture Tita. Her whole body felt as if it was burning in fire and freezing in ice, while her skin was repeatedly ripped off her body with hooks. She rapidly sank onto the throw rug as her ability to control her own body dissipated. The back of her neck and the side of her hips soon rested on the rug. Her limbs were splayed out and her pussy was fully exposed. Tita’s face was twisted with pain. Tita didn’t scream, but only because she couldn’t. She had even lost control of her voice.

Bon allowed the emerald necklace to do its work. He estimated 5 seconds had passed. 10. 15. Tita’s face slightly contorted and twisted as she continued to experience her horrific punishment. A minute passed, then two. Bon finally released Tita after five minutes.

“Oh!,” whimpered Tita. “Oh, gods. Oh, please, sir,” she whimpered further, “I will do anything to avoid that again.”

Bon stated, “I told you, 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. Do you need more discipline? If not, tell me what you will be doing instead.”

“Oh sir, I will obey you right away from now on, sir. I promise I won’t ever delay my obedience again. I will do everything I can to please you. I will be utterly respectful. I won’t sass you, ever. You can have anything you want. You can fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. Do anything you want to me. I’ll do everything you say. Please don’t do that again, sir.” Tita was clearly traumatized.

“Oh?,” said Bon, “then why aren’t you in position?”

Tita fearfully rushed to get back into position. She soon was again on her knees, with her legs spread and her hands behind her neck. She again thrust her large breasts out for his inspection. She trembled from fright.

Bon stated, “That was only a small taste. I will punish you longer next time. My punishments will become steadily harsher. You know your duties. I suggest immediate and total obedience to me from now on.”

“Yes, sir, yes sir! I’ll be a perfectly obedient girl. I will be such a good girl for you, sir. I will obey you completely and without hesitation. I will do my best to please you.”

“Do you understand your circumstances now?”

“Yes, sir, I understand my circumstances. I understand my role. I understand the penalty if I ever fail to live up to my role in any way again. I vow to obey you and submit to you. I vow I will never resist you, in any way. I vow I will be respectful to you and never sass you. I will do my best to please you. I’ll obey you, immediately. I’m terrified of the power you wield over me. I promise you, I’m your good obedient girl to command.”

“Excellent! Keep to your vows. I expect you to fulfill your duties. You aren’t an elf, but remember, I will discipline you harshly if you displease me in any way. My discipline will be harsher each time. I will apply the emerald necklace to you at length, or worse, without hesitation.”

“Yes, sir! I understand, sir! I’ll be good, sir!”

“I plan to eventually have many wives. I will judge each wife on her obedience and submissiveness to me, her respectfulness to me, how well she sexually gratifies me, how many children she bears and raises for me, and the behavior and attitude of those children. I will someday select the wife who pleases me most as my head wife. My head wife will enjoy many perks, for example, my head wife will be allowed to initiate conversations with other adults. The other wives would need to please my head wife as a way to please me. They would need to obey my head wife within certain limits, unless it contradicts my commands. I’ll expect my head wife to keep my under-wives firmly and harshly in line. You would not enjoy your life as an under-wife.”

“I understand, sir. My mother is an under-wife. It is not a role I would ever want. I will do my best to please you, sir.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Lie on your back on the bed.”

“Yes, sir!”

Tita rushed to obey. Soon she was on her back on the bed. She placed her hands above her head and spread her legs. She was eager to show she was an obedient good girl. She was especially eager to avoid punishment. Tita’s fear of punishment was palpable. She couldn’t imagine how any female would be willing to consider disobedience after repeatedly experiencing punishment from an emerald necklace. She understood that Bon was a man to be fearfully obeyed and respected.

Tita looked down beyond the bed. She saw a stuffed sub-troll head on the wall opposite of the bed. She had heard about this trophy. Bon had recently killed the sub-troll himself, in single combat, while the rest of his team had cheered him on. Bon was quite proud of this trophy. The stuffed sub-troll’s head was irrefutable evidence that Bon was not a man to be trifled with.

Bon declared, “Aareesha, stand up. Come to the bed and hold Tita’s wrists down. Make sure her hands stay in position.”

Aareesha replied, “yes, sir, master.”

Aareesha stiffly stood and got onto the bed. Aareesha held down Tita’s wrists. Aareesha was no stronger than a human female, so Aareesha shifted to use her own weight to pin Tita down. Aareesha ensured Tita could not escape. Aareesha now had a full close-up view of Tita’s nude and vulnerable body.

Bon smiled, enjoying the view of Aareesha entrapping Tita. He went to the far side of his bedroom. He was going to retrieve a treasure from his hidden safe.

Aareesha continued to hold Tita down. Aareesha knew there was no need for her to hold down Tita’s wrists. Tita was too afraid to disobey. Even if Aareesha and Tita worked together, Bon could easily overpower both females. What’s worse, if either tried to resist or disobey, a brutal punishment would be certain to follow. Aareesha expected Tita was not so stupid that she would try to fight Bon.

Aareesha guessed that Bon wanted Tita to fully understand the hopelessness of her situation. Tita would be deflowered tonight. There would be no way for Tita to prevent it. Aareesha guessed he wanted Tita’s deflowering to be witnessed up close, to add to Tita’s humiliation. This physical arrangement would not only force Aareesha to witness Tita’s deflowering up close. This would also force Aareesha to be an active participant in ending Tita’s virginity. Aareesha could not disobey, even though her obedience would make her complicit. Both Tita and Aareesha would always remember this night.

Aareesha carefully regarded Tita. Tita’s long soft blonde hair and bright blue eyes were attractive. Aareesha was sure Tita’s full large breasts could bring pleasure to any man. Aareesha thought Tita’s sparkling butterfly hairpiece was pretty. It didn’t have the craftsmanship of elven works, naturally, but for a human work it was carefully-crafted and attractive. When they had returned to the mansion, Bon had verified with his feather gem that the hairpiece wasn’t magical.

Aareesha wasn’t certain what the hairpiece meant to Tita. Aareesha suspected that the hairpiece was the one small way Tita was allowed to express herself. Aareesha could understand that desire. Yet even though the hairpiece appeared to be a form of self-expression, it also revealed Tita’s helplessness. Tita only retained the hairpiece thanks to Bon’s beneficence. There was no reason to believe Bon would continue his forbearance. At any time Bon could tell her to destroy the hairpiece or throw it away. She would be required to obey.

Tita whimpered again. Tita wanted to escape to anywhere. Tita was so afraid of her future. Tita looked up at Aareesha, observing Aareesha’s pointed ears. Tita tested her own wrists. She verified that her wrists were firmly held down by Aareesha. Tita looked up into Aareesha’s purple eyes and glared. Tita wasn’t happy that she was trapped by a fellow female. Tita didn’t dare direct her anger at Bon. Tita had no such limits with a female elf. Tita quietly whispered in anger at Aareesha, “bitch.”

Aareesha bristled at Tita’s comment. Aareesha was magically compelled to obey Bon, after all, even if Tita didn’t know it. Aareesha especially didn’t appreciate name-calling from a lowly human. Even worse, this was name-calling from a mere human female. Tita was only barely an adult. The two females appeared to have similar ages, but Aareesha knew that she was more than thrice Tita’s age. Aareesha found she still had a sense of pride. Aareesha’s anger welled up from this disrespect. Aareesha quietly whispered back to Tita, in a nasty low tone, “cunt.”

Tita glared back at Aareesha. Tita didn’t want a nasty elf like Aareesha here. Who Tita wanted here in this room, more than anyone else in the world, was Tita’s big sister Zeena. The old Zeena. The big sister Zeena that Tita had known and idolized for practically all of Tita’s life. The Zeena who had always self-sacrificially helped Tita.

Tita’s eyes teared up as her need for Zeena’s comforting presence became overwhelming. Technically Zeena was Tita’s half-sister, sharing only their father. Zeena’s mother had been head wife. As a daughter of the head wife, Zeena could have easily exploited her higher status over Tita. Zeena’s stylish dresses made her higher status visible to all. Zeena had instead always deeply loved and cared for Tita as if she was a full little sister. Tita had deeply loved her big sister Zeena in return.

Tita’s mind flashed through her past. Zeena had been everything Tita wasn’t. Zeena was brave under threat, strong-willed, clever, and an independent thinker. Zeena was six years older than Tita. While growing up Tita had learned to depend on Zeena’s greater knowledge about everything. Tita had always been an anxious girl. Her deep fears and worries were legion. Whenever Tita had a fear, worry, or problem, she had learned to immediately run to her big sis with long beautiful brunette hair. A hug and snuggle from Zeena always made everything better.

When Tita had begun menstruating, Zeena had lovingly helped Tita with support and wise counsel. Tita was eternally grateful for Zeena’s help in transitioning to womanhood.

At that time Zeena had also begun sharing secrets with Tita about Zeena’s true passion. Zeena had a passionate secret belief that women didn’t need to be submissive and obey men, but instead, that women were the equals of men. Such a belief obviously contradicted the teachings. Zeena made the extraordinary claim that the teachings were wrong.

The implications were astounding. They included radical concepts like female choice and female consent. Tita knew even listening to these claims was sinful. Zeena’s illicit and dangerous ideas both scared and excited Tita. Tita knew disavowing the teachings was heresy of the highest order. Tita had been afraid to fully accept these notions, but she was also intrigued. These prohibited ideas had slowly begun to take root in Tita’s mind. Zeena shared tiny pamphlets with Tita that justified and expanded on these forbidden ideas. Zeena had gently and patiently explained their many unfamiliar words. The pamphlets contained words and concepts that Tita had never heard anywhere else in her sheltered life.

That had all ended six months ago. Tita remembered the day their father had learned of Zeena’s illegal beliefs and activities. Tita hadn’t been allowed to be near that confrontation. Tita had done her best, in a faraway room, to overhear his confrontation of Zeena. Tita had never heard her father so angry. As he yelled at Zeena, Tita could pick out occasional phrases from him, despite being separated by multiple walls and locked doors.

“… fucking feminist… unnatural… traitor… blasphemer… evil… shirking your duty… selfish bitch… narcissist… shamed our family… betrayed my trust… abused your privileges… led others astray… corrupted their… you’ll change your attitude after… you’ll reveal every co-conspirator… you’ll wish you had never…”

Tita hadn’t been able to understand any of Zeena’s words in reply. It was clear that Zeena had begged and pleaded and tried to argue her case, all without success. Tita had understood the meaning of Zeena’s anguished scream soon afterwards. Her crimes had been discovered. The correction would be ruthless. That same day their father had gifted Zeena’s husband an emerald necklace, an emerald ring, and some other tools. Zeena’s husband was younger than Zeena. Tita knew he had often been indulgent to Zeena. Tita learned that Zeena’s husband had been instructed to end that practice and to instead “take care of things.” Tita had felt a chill down her spine when she’d heard that phrase. Tita knew Zeena would learn the full penalty for her disobedience of the teachings.

Tita’s life had turned upside down that day. She’d become even more of a prisoner in her own home. She’d rarely seen people, or felt a human’s touch, after Zeena had been caught. Occasional whispers through keyholes were sometimes the only way she learned news.

Tita had only seen Zeena afterwards once, briefly, four months later. They hadn’t spoken, but even without speech, Tita could confirm many rumors. Zeena’s brunette hair was raggedly cut short. Zeena was wearing a utilitarian stained gray dress. The dress had thin straps around her neck to hold up the dress and a hem that barely covered her crotch. She wore an emerald necklace along with a heavy metal collar. Her collar was tightly welded shut around her neck and sported a heavy metal ring attached to its front. Her wrists and ankles had similar heavy metal cuffs, each with their own attachment rings. Each cuff was closely welded to ensure it could not be removed. Her visible skin under her collar and cuffs had a dark red rash with occasional blisters. Zeena’s shoulders had the greenish sheen some women acquired when they’d been recently disciplined by an emerald necklace for a duration longer than 24 hours.

Tita knew Zeena had undergone multiple public floggings. Tita couldn’t imagine withstanding such humiliation combined with pain. There were rumors that Zeena had magical runes in her collar. Tita didn’t know if those rumors were true, or if true, what those runes were. Perhaps it didn’t matter.

Zeena had become a different woman. Months of thorough, brutal, and merciless punishments had fully crushed Zeena’s spirit like a tiny bug flattened underneath brick buildings. No woman could withstand the lengthy disciplines that had been repeatedly meted out on Zeena. Zeena was now quiet, fearful, and completely submissive. Zeena had become an empty shell of herself. The light in her eyes had been fully extinguished and replaced with endless fear. There was no evidence of Zeena’s old fiery independence. There was nothing left of the Zeena that Tita had admired. Zeena’s beginnings of a baby bump, and her lack of enthusiasm about it, made her new role clear.

Others ensured Zeena stayed subjugated. Zeena’s husband was dedicated to exterminating any hint of Zeena’s former free thinking. A few of her sisters and former friends, presumably co-conspirators, had been ruthlessly punished starting soon afterwards. All of them hated Zeena for her betrayal. Now that they were fully subjugated, as retribution those sisters and former friends wanted to ensure Zeena was fully subjugated as well. The rest of Zeena’s sisters and former friends avoided and rejected Zeena, in fear of receiving even a taste of similar treatment. Tita, to her unending shame, was one of the many who saved her own skin by staying far away from Zeena. Zeena’s mother, having lost her head wife position due to this scandal, zealously rebuked her daughter Zeena in the hope of someday regaining her position. Tita doubted such reinforcements on Zeena were necessary. Zeena was now a paragon of terrified meek obedience.

After seeing the total transformation of Zeena, Tita’s fear had metastasized. Tita had always been afraid of punishment and of disappointing the men who were in authority over her. Zeena’s bravery in the face of obvious danger was a trait that Tita had admired, not a trait that Tita had in herself. Tita wanted to be brave, she really did. Tita’s efforts to be brave were always undercut by her deep-seated fear of torture and of disappointing men. Her fears and anxieties were legion. Lifelong training and occasional cruel punishments of her had day after day, year after year, thoroughly scraped away any of the courage Tita might have had. Tita admired bravery, but she could not make any admirable courage stick within herself. This was especially true when she felt alone and unsupported. The example of what had happened to Zeena had made it impossible for Tita to be brave any more.

Tita was easily cowed. She knew she was easily cowed. Tita hated this aspect of herself. Yet every time she had tried to be different, or had even considered it, her nerves always failed her. Her fears were deep-rooted. That had been true even before Zeena had been caught. After Zeena had been caught, Tita had become comprehensively timid. Tita knew that bravery would now always be beyond her abilities.

Tita had admired Zeena’s heretical ideas. Tita had toyed with accepting them. Yet those ideas were now a source of despair.

Most women accepted what they knew they could expect out of life. Most women had learned to submit, obey, and respect the men in authority over them. There was an honor in a woman accepting her role in society and doing her duty. The law required it. The teachings commanded it. Zeena had partly convinced Tita that a different life for women was possible.

Now Tita felt alone and adrift. Tita had once tasted hope for something better for herself. Tita had hoped that women would someday be permitted to make some of their own choices. Tita’s hopes had been utterly crushed. Tita could only see an endless future where women were under the powerful heel of men. Hope tasted, then taken away, was worse than never having had hope.

Tita knew she was unlikely to ever see Zeena again. What’s worse, Tita knew she would never again see the Zeena that Tita remembered and admired. There was only one thing that Tita had for remembering her brave big sister Zeena as she had once been. It was a sparkling wire butterfly hairpiece, a birthday gift that Zeena had lovingly given Tita exactly four years ago.

Bon returned to the bed. He still wore the emerald ring, but he now also wore a silver ring with four orange gemstones. He held up the new ring for Aareesha to see. Her keen elven eyes could see the silver ring’s lascivious detailed carvings illustrating males fucking nude females in various carnal poses, interspersed with magic runes.

Aareesha recognized Bon’s new ring for what it was: a sex ring. A sex ring’s intended purpose was to greatly amplify female fertility and to enable males to choose the sex of the child that would be conceived. Sex rings had been created in the elven world centuries ago, after endless years of careful study and crafting by many elves. Their creation was viewed by elves as a failure. Elves’ natural magic resistance was normally far too strong for a sex ring to significantly increase the chance of conception or to choose a child’s sex. Sex rings were sometimes worn by elves, but only out of desperation or in special circumstances.

Elves generally loathed humans. Due to this aversion, typical elves rarely tried to view things from a human point of view. Elves knew that the human world was fundamentally different than the elven world. Elves knew that humans didn’t live long enough to gain the knowledge and crafting skills that elves prided themselves in. Elves also knew that humans had poor magic resistance. Facts such as these confirmed to the elves that humans were inferior to elves. Aareesha now perceived that the elves’ powerful native magic resistance might not always work in the elves’ favor. Aareesha realized that a sex ring might have immense power in the human world.

Bon slowly undressed while Tita and Aareesha watched. When Bon removed his underwear, Tita gasped. Tita had not anticipated Bon’s massive magically-enhanced cock. The girth and length of his cock were both unnaturally large. Tita feared the pain that his cock would cause her when he thrust his monstrous tool into her virginal pussy.

Aareesha understood Tita’s fear. Aareesha had felt his huge cock harshly violate her own cunt many times.

Bon got on the bed. He moved between Tita’s legs. Bon’s muscular form towered over Tita. Tita’s wrists were held down hard by Aareesha. Tita looked up at Bon and whimpered in terror. Bon grabbed the sex ring with his other hand and looked down at Tita. Bon commanded, “give me a son!” An orange gem on the ring flared, let off a “pop” sound, and blackened as its magic power was expended.

Aareesha was startled by the scream that erupted from Tita. Tita was experiencing a magically-induced desperate need to be rutted. Tita felt as if an empty hole was inside her cunt, a hole that had to be filled by a cock. She felt as if her cunt was on fire and could only be quenched by a man’s cum. Bon and Aareesha saw Tita’s cunt become moist in mere moments. Tita’s nipples turned stone-hard and projected high above the mounds of her massive breasts. Tita was overwhelmed by her magically-induced sexual need for penetration and cum, laced with fear and a feeling of powerlessness.

Tita looked up into Bon’s eyes and begged, “please, sir, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please!” She spread her legs to emphasize her desire.

Bon lined up his massive hardened cock with Tita’s leaking cunt. Bon plunged his cock into her waiting slit. Tita felt her hymen rip apart.

Tita screamed out, “OW!,” as her hymen was brutally ripped.

Bon paid no mind to Tita’s exclamation. Bon repeatedly thrust deeply in and out of Tita’s tight virginal cunt.

Tita could feel her cunt being harshly stretched out by Bon’s massive phallus every time he thrust in. She was surprised her cunt had not been ripped apart. Tita felt his lengthy cock repeatedly punch her womb each time he thrust in. The sensations overwhelmed her. Tita felt that her cunt and her mind were being thoroughly fucked. For months she had rarely felt a human’s touch. Being suddenly intimately penetrated, along with him occasionally touching intimate parts of her body, was overwhelming her senses.

After a minute Tita’s blue eyes shot wide open as she felt her inner heat overwhelm her. This was her first orgasm. This orgasm, magnified by magic, felt to her like an explosion of pleasure. It was intense beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her orgasm washed over her like a thousand-foot wave. She screamed out as her orgasm briefly halted her ability to have logical thoughts. As her ability to think started to return, she couldn’t help but notice how physically attractive Bon was. She couldn’t imagine intentionally displeasing someone who looked so good to her.

Tita looked up into the eyes of the author of her pleasure. She greatly feared him. Yet she could feel herself becoming addicted to the conjugal pleasure he was granting her. This increased her fear of him. She understood that her overwhelming sexual needs would become yet another tool he would use to control her.

Bon kept pumping in and out of her. Bon had learned to control his ejaculation while fucking a female elf who was doing her best to please him. Bon found it easy to hold back his ejaculation when he was fucking a mere female human.

Tita orgasmed again, and again, and again. She felt certain that during her lonely chores, many times each day, she would be mentally re-living these moments of being fucked by Bon. She knew that being fucked by Bon was the most intense pleasure she would ever experience. Tita’s hindbrain was soon understanding that the only pleasure that mattered was the pleasure that only Bon could provide to her. Tita’s conscious mind could fight this desire. Yet from now on, Tita would always be tempted to do anything to be fucked again by him. Even if he would rarely grant such pleasures and even if his demands were humiliating.

These feelings were no accident. The men of humanity had determined that the combination of terror, isolation, a learned compulsion to please others, and a deep carnal need resulted in an effective cage for entrapping women. A pregnant woman’s instinctive sense of her own vulnerability and her need for protection was also easy to exploit.

Tita knew that even her braver, smarter, and more clever sister Zeena had failed to resist in the end. Tita realized she was doomed to always be a puppet on the strings pulled by men. She knew she would be unable to ever escape this life that others had decided for her.

Aareesha, watching these events unfold, came to essentially the same conclusion. Aareesha realized that women as a group would never be able to escape from control by men. Men preferred to maintain their control with different techniques than those of male elves, but the techniques of men were brutally effective. Women would always be under the thumb of their male guardians while in a city. Women who escaped the city were likely to become meals for monsters. Aareesha realized it was absurd to pin her hopes for freedom on an uprising of women.

Many minutes later Bon decided it was time to release his seed into Tita. He grunted loudly and filled her cunt with his cum.

Tita screamed again from an even more extraordinary orgasm. She felt overwhelming pleasure. She knew she would have an insatiable craving to experience this again. A moment later, Tita fell unconscious, unable to hold herself together any more.

Bon pulled his cock out of Tita’s cunt. Cum dribbled out from her cunt. He moved and sat on the side of the bed. Bon looked at Aareesha. Aareesha was still holding down Tita’s wrists. Bon chuckled.

Bon smiled and said, “Aareesha, let her go. The deed is done.”

“Yes, sir, master.”

Aareesha released Tita’s wrists. Tita remained unconscious. Aareesha knew this had been one of the most important events in her own life as well.

Aareesha knew this coitus had been more than the consummation of the marriage of Bon and Tita. This copulation would magically lead to a child, and this child would be Bon’s firstborn son. This was the day of conception of Aareesha’s future master. This event was the next step in Aareesha’s repeated cycle of limitless, helpless obedience to each of Bon’s heirs. Humans lived for a small fraction of elven lifespans. Now, once Bon was gone, there would be another man who Aareesha would be magically compelled to please. It was clear that there would be many more. This cycle of obedience to each of Bon’s heirs would repeat, and repeat, and repeat, for all of the rest of Aareesha’s long life.