Tita was on her hands and knees. She thoroughly scrubbed today’s final area of floor with a brush. She repeatedly dipped the brush into cold soapy water as she worked to finish the job. Her hands, knees, and back ached.

Her ludicrously short nightie had ridden up again, fully exposing her bare ass and pussy. The nightie was off-the-shoulder and loose, designed to expose much of her breasts and to be barely held up by them when she stood. When she was on her hands and knees, the upper part of her nightie deeply dropped and revealed most of her massive dangling breasts. More of her breasts were exposed under the nightie’s hem as it dragged on the floor. She had given up the pretense that she could stay modest in her outfit while performing her lengthy cleaning duties.

The only other items she wore were the wire butterfly hairpiece and a magic emerald necklace.

For a tiny moment she considered taking a break. She was so tired. Yet Bon had told her that if she failed him in any way, she would receive lengthy punishment sessions. He’d said they would get steadily harsher. Memories of torments from the emerald necklace flooded in. Once again, her fears enveloped her. In terror she redoubled her efforts until the area was done to perfection.

She stood, stiffly. She looked at her handiwork. The room was spotless. Its cleanliness wasn’t important in one sense. No one was using this room. There were no plans to use it soon. What was important was that Tita was demonstrably doing her best to be obedient. She knew Bon’s servants continuously reported about her to Bon. She knew her life would become a living hell if she wasn’t scrupulously obedient to him. Bon could easily apply a lengthy torment on Tita if she fell short in any way.

Tita had been a wife for two whole weeks. She had spoken perhaps two dozen words, in total, during that entire time after her wedding night. Most of those words had been, “yes, sir,” in that exact order. Bon’s servants brought her food at regular times. The food was good, but the servants kept their distance and words were never exchanged. She would silently eat the food while squatting in loneliness on the floor. Servants routinely took the dishes back later without speaking a word. She had never left the mansion’s second floor. She had spent almost every waking minute cleaning it and re-cleaning it.

Tita knew this was a time of testing for her. She knew she had to show Bon that she was a good girl. She knew she needed to demonstrate she was fully submissive and obedient. She would only be allowed to initiate conversations with her new husband if he was convinced that she was a good girl.

Tita was lonely, as she had expected. Most of the time she was alone. Her solitary hours were oppressive. She was fairly certain she was being constantly monitored and judged in ways she couldn’t see. This gave no companionship to her. The rare times she saw a human being did not end her isolation. She wasn’t allowed to initiate a conversation. Others generally didn’t initiate one.

Tita was also touch-starved. She had expected that. She’d been starved for human touch almost every day after Zeena had been caught. Now she was alone almost all the time. This intensified her unfulfilled need for human touch.

Tita hadn’t expected how horny she’d be. The sex ring had greatly amplified her sexual desires and made them never-ending. This would be a challenge at any time. What was worse, she had nothing to keep her mind occupied. Her chores were monotonous, mind-numbing, and never-ending. Throughout the day she repeatedly mentally re-lived being fucked by Bon. After all, being fucked by Bon was the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. She repeatedly tried to distract herself, but it was impossible. Her mind always found a way back to those memories. Her pussy was always wet. Her own cunt juices occasionally and humiliatingly leaked down her inner thighs. Her nipples were always rock hard.

She wasn’t allowed to orgasm. She wasn’t even allowed to masturbate or touch herself sexually. She didn’t dare disobey those rules, as much as she wanted to. She was far too afraid to disobey. She even put her hands in a lockbox when she went to sleep, to prevent herself from accidentally masturbating while she slept. She constantly stewed in sexual need. She was almost blind with sexual frustration.

Masturbation wouldn’t fully help her anyway. She knew the only thing that would fully relieve her gnawing sexual desires would be Bon fucking her in her cunt. That relief would only last a day or so, but earning that relief was almost all she could think of. This need, and its only cure, was a “gift” to her from the sex ring. This oppressive longing was a consequence of her being fucked while under the sex ring’s power.

What was worse was that whenever Bon fucked Aareesha, a common event in the household, Tita could easily hear them. Sometimes Tita could even watch them. Tita was jealous that Aareesha got to be fucked by Bon. This made Tita feel even more isolated, unfulfilled, and sexually needy.

Tita knew Bon had the right to fuck any female he wanted, especially his slave. Tita was so desperate to be fucked, though. Tita knew she would do anything if Bon would fuck her again. A small part of her didn’t want to be fucked by Bon, driven by a vague sense of dignity. Her unrelenting needy sexual frustration now far outvoted her desire for dignity.

Tita knew she was pretty, but she also knew it was hard for a woman like herself to compete with a female elf’s unnatural beauty. Even worse, Tita knew in addition that she could never equal Aareesha’s sexual prowess. Female elves’ bodies were designed to pleasure males. Female elves had extra muscles in their cunts, throats, and asses specifically for pleasuring males. The tongues of female elves had superior capability and dexterity. Their sexual stamina was far beyond a normal human’s. Starting with those advantages, Aareesha had also spent many decades carefully studying how to best pleasure males. Aareesha could easily sexually pleasure Bon far more than any woman ever could.

Tita’s sexual inexperience, by contrast, meant she wasn’t even as good a fuck as a woman could be. Tita knew she had little to sexually offer Bon. What’s worse, because she wasn’t a good fuck, Tita feared she might never have an opportunity to gain much experience and become a better fuck for him. He had said he’d judge her on how well she sexually gratified him. Would she only have rare opportunities to gratify him? Was she doomed to rate poorly? Tita despaired. She vowed to herself that if she was ever given the chance, she would become the best fuck she could be for him.

Tita could offer babies to Bon. Aareesha could never do that for Bon. Tita knew Bon would view her more positively for each baby of his that she bore. Yet baby-making would not provide many opportunities for Tita to find relief from her sexual frustration. As long as Bon had a charged sex ring, Bon only needed to fuck Tita once per baby.

At least Bon hadn’t tortured her after their wedding night. Bon had told her that if she behaved exactly as she should, she would rarely be punished. Tita hadn’t been sure if she could trust that promise. Many husbands enjoyed torturing their wives and did it often. Bon was obviously capable of punishing a female. Bon usually brutally punished Aareesha several times a day. The screams of Aareesha being tortured in the basement dungeon could be heard on the second floor where Tita was trapped.

Tita was terrified of the punishments Bon could easily mete out on her. Tita was still wearing an emerald necklace. The necklace enabled Bon to easily and harshly punish Tita at any time. She had to admit that she had earned the punishments that Bon had justly imposed on her so far. Tita had been doing her best to behave well after her wedding night. She was grateful that Bon had, in return, not tortured her after their wedding night. He’d even allowed her to continue wearing her wire butterfly hairpiece. Like her body, legally the hairpiece was his. He was not obligated to allow her to wear it.

It was time to prepare for the evening. Tita put away her cleaning supplies. She went to the bathroom and took her bath. She carefully washed her hair, shaved, and applied sparkling red polish to her fingernails and toenails. She verified that her legs, armpits, and pussy were smooth as silk. She applied make-up and perfume. She did her best to maximize her beauty. She didn’t bother to put any clothes back on. She knew she had to kneel in the nude.

Tita knelt down in front of the master bedroom’s door. She spread her legs and placed her hands behind her neck. She laced her fingers together. She pressed her heavy breasts forward, curving her back to accentuate them. She angled her hips to ensure Bon could easily view her pussy when he arrived.

Tita thought about her situation as she waited for Bon. Tita now realized Zeena’s championing of feminism had always been absurd. Tita finally understood that she’d been misled by Zeena’s foolish notions. Tita knew Zeena had meant well. Yet if Tita had followed Zeena, Tita would have shared the fate of Zeena and the others who had foolishly become advocates for feminism.

Tita had known better, too. She’d been trained all her life to understand women’s proper role. Every day she had been properly indoctrinated in the teachings. The teachings informed all the fundamental truth that males were meant to rule, while females were meant to respectfully submit to men and to obey men.

Once, long ago, the truths of the teachings had been discarded by humans. Instead, humans had foolishly allowed women to be considered as the equals of men. In those fallen times, men had failed to assert their dominance, thus emasculating themselves. In those dark times, women had failed to serve men, so they became prideful and failed to birth many children. Wicked ideas like feminism became orthodox. Then the elves arrived. The elves were wisely still adherents to the natural order that males rule while females submit and obey. The elves had easily conquered and enslaved humanity across the continent. Humans suffered for centuries in their enslavement. Elves had delighted in the death and torture of countless humans. Humans realized that the elves were reaping the rewards from following their own version of the teachings. Humans learned the folly of their new ideas. The humans’ new ways had clearly led them to enslavement by elves. Humanity eventually recanted their sinful philosophies. Humans returned to the old ways. The better ways.

The teachings.

Through the teachings, men had once again learned to rule over their women. Through the teachings, women had again learned to submit and obey the men over them. Once men had regained their ancient and appropriate role, they had commanded women to produce many children. Women had obediently done so. The teachings had always instructed men to punish women who failed to follow the teachings. Following elven examples, men had learned to be ruthless in their enforcement of the teachings. Once humans had re-established their proper gender roles, humans had over many years outbred elves, risen up, and ended their enslavement. Humanity on the continent owed its freedom from elven enslavement entirely to the teachings. The holy teachings were sacrosanct and venerated.

Through the teachings, Tita understood that she had duties. She knew she needed to be submissive and obedient to her husband. She needed to bear many children for him. She had always known, deep down, that feminism was brazenly and detestably self-centered. Feminism was a violation of the natural order. Feminism preyed on the sinful pride and childish desires of women. Tita had been taught well, but she’d been tempted to go astray. She had begun ignoring the teachings. She had begun prioritizing her own selfish desires. Tita had been on the verge of heresy. She supposed that women were especially vulnerable to these foolish notions. Tita was glad she’d never fully taken that self-destructive path.

Tita was a woman now. It was time for her to leave the childish and immoral ideas of feminism behind. She knew she needed to surrender all of herself to the mate who had been lawfully chosen for her. Her duty was to please him. She needed to obey him, submit to him, respect him, and yes, be a good fuck for him. She had always been a coward. She couldn’t change that about herself. Her endless fears simply made it impossible. She finally understood that she didn’t need to be brave. It was time for her to fully submit to and obey a brave man. Instead of manufacturing bravery, she needed to wholeheartedly serve the man over her who was brave. He would be brave. She didn’t need to be. She instead needed to serve him in total self-abnegation.

Tita’s respect for Bon had blossomed. Bon was worthy of respect. Bon was a self-made rich man, having earned everything he owned. She had learned more about his brave deeds and wise decisions in the last two weeks. He was older than her, with the wisdom of age and experience. He was powerful and skilled. He was a man, so he held the natural and rightful place of authority over his women. He was truly a man worthy of great respect.

Bon was normally kind, but he took no shit from females. Tita realized her mind had been extensively poisoned by feminism. Feminism had encouraged trying to manipulate men through hurtful words and subtly withholding sex. Bon was not the kind of man who would suffer being manipulated by a female. Bon was a man who knew the obligations of females. Bon had made it clear that he expected females to fulfill their duties. He had made it clear he would thoroughly punish any female who failed to fully and properly perform her duties. Tita was deathly afraid of those punishments.

Tita was terrified of the immense power he had over her. She had decided that unlimited acceptance of her situation, especially his control over her, was the only way for her to survive. Tita had decided she needed to devote her body and soul to please this man who wielded such unchecked power over her.

An old meaning of awe combined the ideas of fear and respect. Tita was growing in awe of Bon in that ancient sense of the word.

Tita heard Bon and Aareesha walking up the stairs from the floor below. Tita pressed her tits out further. She was desperate to please him. Her fear and sexual needs were overwhelming. She knew she wasn’t a good fuck, but she clung to the hope that he would fuck her anyway.

Bon completed walking up the stairs with Aareesha. He saw Tita submissively kneeling in front of his bedroom door. She was naked and facing him in anticipation of his arrival. The only items she wore were the wire butterfly hairpiece and a magic emerald necklace.

He saw that Tita had laced her hands behind her neck under her long flowing blonde hair. He saw that she was pressing her massive perky breasts out for his pleasure. Her breasts heaved from her rapid fearful breathing. Her rock-hard nipples made her sexual neediness clear. Her legs were spread towards him, ensuring her leaking wet pussy was fully visible to him. Her eyes were solely focused on Bon. Her face was a mixture of fear, submissiveness, and unrelenting sexual need. Bon knew she had been diligent in her obedience to his commands after her wedding night. He had been satisfied so far with her daily demonstrations of humble lonely obedience.

Bon saw her effort at the door to once again demonstrate her complete submissiveness. He smiled and walked to her. Tita looked up at him in fear.

Bon reached out to stroke her left underboob. Tita gasped from pleasure. She hadn’t felt a human’s touch in over a week. Her horniness was overwhelming her. She arched her back and pressed her breast into Bon’s hand. She gazed into his eyes with desperate need. She could feel her pussy drip with desire. She gripped each hand with her other, behind her neck, to keep herself from grabbing his hand and pressing it further onto her breast. Her face slackened as his face and his touch became her sole focus. She let out an involuntary moan.

Bon said, “Tita, stand up! Go kneel at the side of my bed.”

Tita leaped into the air with joy and ran to kneel next to the bed. Tita hadn’t been allowed near his bed after their wedding night. She hoped this meant that tonight he would fuck her. She hoped that tonight she would begin to be allowed to initiate conversations with him.

Bon sat on the bed, facing Tita.

Bon said, “Aareesha, help Tita learn how to give me a good blowjob.”

“Yes, sir, master.”

Aareesha knelt behind Tita. Aareesha hated this situation. Aareesha felt that this could not end well. Tita was obviously completely inexperienced. Aareesha knew there was no way that she could explain, in minutes, her decades of study on sexually gratifying males. Tita didn’t have the tongue or specialized sex muscles of a female elf, either. Aareesha knew Tita would be nowhere as good at sexually pleasing Bon. Aareesha feared she would be blamed for Tita’s relatively poor performance. Yet Aareesha knew she didn’t dare disobey her master.

Aareesha began walking Tita through the basics of giving good head. Aareesha said, “you first need to reverently fish out his cock.”

Tita knew a blowjob wouldn’t directly lead to a satisfaction of her own sexual desires. She hoped it would be a stepping stone. Tita did her best. When she fished out Bon’s cock, she almost fainted. She was face-to-face with a magically enhanced monster of a cock.

Aareesha repeatedly whispered hints on what to do next. Tita tried to do them all. Tita licked Bon’s cock head, then licked the shaft of his cock. Tita teased the cock head into her mouth, increasingly getting more in. Tita’s gag reflex had no chance against Bon’s huge cock. Tita did what she could with her limited abilities.

Bon looked down at Tita. Tita was dreadfully inexperienced, but she was enthusiastically trying her best. Bon smiled.

“Good start,” he said.

Tita’s eyes went wide. Was she pleasing him? Would she soon be allowed to start conversations with him? She wasn’t sure. She redoubled her efforts.

For the next hour Tita did her best to pleasure Bon’s cock with her mouth. Aareesha repeatedly gave pointers. Finally Bon decided to be merciful and released his cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop like a good girl should.

Bon said, “good girl. You were inexperienced but enthusiastic. Continue to learn how to please me. From now on, you may initiate conversations with me until I say otherwise.”

Tita looked up into Bon’s eyes and glowed with happiness. She had pleased him. She was permitted to initiate speaking with him.

Tita guilelessly replied, “Thank you so much, sir. I’ll do my best to please you. I’ll do my best to learn!”

Tita knew she would spend the rest of life doing her best to please, submit, and obey him. She would be the best fuck she could be for him. She would devote herself to being his tool. She would be his unhesitating instrument. She would faithfully dedicate her life to his every whim. Her compliance to him would be limitless. Her loyalty to him would be unbounded. This was her only safe path.

Bon smiled. He continued, “Tita, if you continue to please me, someday I may give you limited power over Aareesha. You’d like to have an elf slave to toy with, wouldn’t you?”

Tita was astonished. Was it possible that, by becoming his willing and wholly submissive tool, she could rapidly gain power over another female? It appeared that this was possible in Bon’s household.

Tita responded, “yes, if it pleases you, I would be delighted sir!”

Tita glanced at Aareesha and flashed an evil smile. Aareesha looked back in fear.

Bon smiled. He stood and announced, “Tita, get on the bed and lie on your back. Aareesha, kneel at the foot of the bed. Tita, I’m going to fuck you. Aareesha, lick and suckle Tita’s toes and feet until I say otherwise.”

Tita flew to the bed while she said, “yes, sir!”

Aareesha looked at Bon with despair as she said, “yes, sir, master.” Aareesha reluctantly but obediently moved to the foot of the bed.

Bon maneuvered himself between Tita’s legs and lined up his cock. He thrust into Tita’s wet, needy pussy. Tita cried out with relief as her constant waking dream became a reality. Bon began vigorously pumping his cock in her cunt. Tita found herself constantly gasping “oh” and “ah” from pleasure as his massive member claimed her.

Aareesha knelt and considered Tita’s feet. Tita had shapely legs and feet. She had the smooth uncalloused feet of a younger daughter of a rich man. Her toenails were covered with sparkling red polish. Aareesha suspected some would enjoy this task, but not her. Aareesha wasn’t into feet. For Aareesha this task would be pure humiliation. Yet she had to do her best to please him.

Aareesha began obediently licking and sucking Tita’s toes. Aareesha started with a big toe. She slathered it with her long, experienced, and inhumanly dexterous tongue. She next brought the toe fully into her mouth. Aareesha sucked on the toe. She gave the toe a brief blowjob, moving her face up and down its length. With her capable elven tongue she encircled the toe multiple times and vibrated it. Aareesha moved on to the next toe and performed the same services. Aareesha occasionally looked up. Aareesha could primarily see Bon’s hairy muscular naked ass as he thrust in and out of Tita’s cunt.

The sex ring had caused some changes in Tita. She knew she was pregnant, though she couldn’t physically sense that yet. What Tita could sense was her extreme horniness. Tita was so sexually ready that within a minute of being fucked she had an orgasm. Tita cried out in relief. Bon briefly stroked Tita’s large, plump breasts. Tita arched her back to offer her breasts to him. Bon pushed himself up from the bed with his hands and began fucking her again. Tita experienced pleasures and eventually another orgasm. After thirty minutes Bon decided to release his seed into her. Tita wailed from pleasure. Bon finally stopped fucking her, but stayed on top of her and inside her. He looked down to examine Tita’s face.

Tita’s eyes were lit with pleasure. She lost herself in her lover’s eyes. She knew disobedience led to intense suffering, an outcome she greatly feared. She knew obedience could lead to immense pleasure. Tita was certain of her life’s path. She would center her life on pleasing Bon. From now on she would zealously submit, obey, and respect him. She would devote herself to being the best fuck she could be for him. She would embody the teachings. She would be his to use.

Tita felt she needed to publicly commit herself to her new path. She needed to unambiguously leave behind her foolish childish ways. She unclipped the wire butterfly hairpiece she wore. Like everything else in the mansion, it belonged to Bon. She asked Bon, “may I crush this token of my old life, sir?”

“Yes. Crush it.”

Tita crushed the butterfly hairpiece into a tiny broken ball with her own hands. She tossed its scraps onto the floor. Her old life, she knew, was gone forever. She looked up at the man who ruled her. She said, “I’m yours. I’ll forever devote myself to pleasing you.”

Bon felt Aareesha’s head bump against his feet. Bon looked down at Aareesha.

Tita looked down at Aareesha as well, following Bon’s lead. Tita felt that one way she could zealously serve Bon was to ensure other females did the same. She expected that the more zealously she enforced female subjugation, the more pleased he would be and the less likely he would be to punish her. She would never stop being afraid, but through devoted service to him, she could provide herself some relief from those fears. As a woman, she would have insight into how to best subjugate other women. As someone who lived in terror of Bon’s power over her, she would have insight into how to terrorize others. If Bon ever gave her even limited power over Aareesha, Tita was certain she could find ways to please Bon by further crushing Aareesha’s spirit. Tita began wearing a harsh grin as she contemplated how she might be able to further subjugate, humiliate, and torture Aareesha.

Aareesha continued her ministrations of Tita’s toes. Aareesha licked and suckled each toe, one after another. Once the toes were done, Aareesha licked and suckled each of Tita’s feet. After Aareesha did each for a minute, she returned to the first big toe to begin the process anew. Aareesha glanced up. Her heart lit with fear when she saw Tita’s evil grin. Aareesha didn’t know what it meant. She feared finding out.

Aareesha kept performing her humiliating service. Aareesha knew she couldn’t give bad service. She couldn’t stop until Bon commanded it. She continued the humiliating task of suckling Tita’s toes and feet. Aareesha occasionally looked up in the faint hope of receiving approval, or at least mercy, from her master or her mistress.

THE END