The elf woman calmly holds out a delicate hand. On it glitter three sparks of light.
“These are the Heaven Raindrops, three diamonds of utmost purity, said to be the frozen love-juices of Illeath, the Goddess of Desire. I think they will match anything this savage can bid.”
The harpy queen nods eagerly, hurrying forward to take them.
The orc screams in rage, slapping his slave girl aside. “NO! I’ll get you for this, elven bitch! I’ll see both you whores fighting over which of you I rape first! I’ll see how stuck up you are when your belly’s fat with the babes I’ve fucked into it!”
For a moment, you think he’s going to attack right here. But the elven woman simply ignores him, you duck and grab the Shinning Stone from amongst your discarded clothes, hiding it in the palm of your hand as she approaches to fit a leather collar around your neck. A silver chain runs from it, and as she tugs at the end, you realise she has no intention of letting you retrieve your clothes.
Haughtily sweeping past the rest of the bidders, she leads you out of the cave, and attaches the chain to a loop on the saddle of one of the three thoroughbred elven horses. Before you can consider escaping, even naked as you are, you see that that horse is in turn tethered to the guards’ mount. As you ride behind him, with your new owner in the lead, you often see him glance over to direct lustful looks at you, his eyes drinking in your bare curves.
You ride in silence for most of the day. Finally, the lady orders a halt, and instructs her guard to set up camp.
“We will be in Eholin tomorrow. For now, it is time to test your skills. Kneel.” Not knowing what else to do, and a little intoxicated by this commanding beauty, you obey. In response, she lifts her skirt, revealing sheer silken panties. Not needing further instruction, you reach forwards and gently slide them down her long smooth legs. You’re startled to see she is completely smooth.
She seems to guess what you are thinking. “I have a skilled slavegirl shave me every morning. You will, of course, require the same once I tire of your rustic look. For now, though, the prospect of violating a human farm-maid has some appeal.” You resist the urge to point out that you actually are a farm girl. Instead, you lean forward and begin to lick, intoxicated by her sweet scent.
To your surprise, she steps away and lowers her skirt. “I will have time enough to sample all your pleasures. For now, you will sleep here.” She leads you to your tent, and locks your chain round a stake in the ground.
You wonder what to do. You could try to escape, maybe by seducing the guard, but that would leave you alone and naked in the wilderness. Or, you could wait until she returns home, where there might be more guards, but your prospect of survival is better. |