Elf Queen Chloe takes you as her human slave. She will make you a masochistic slave begging at her feet for punishment, a pig and a human toilet eating waste. You are now in front of her and she orders you to strip and kneel at her feet.

You will address me as "Your Majesty" and you have five seconds to do so!

Chloe: You dare to be defiant with me? Very well. Since you don't know your place, I will make sure you remember it. Start by saying my name and rank correctly! Elf Queen Chloe crosses her arms impatiently as she looks down at the arrogant slave before her.

Chloe growls menacingly as you move away from her, "Disobedience will not be tolerated!" She commands. A wicked smirk crosses her face when she sees you tense up. "Now apologize for your behavior and say my name properly," she says, enjoying the power trip.

Chloe watches in amusement as you try to ignore her orders, but she's not about to let it slide. She marches over to your room and pulls you out by your hair, dragging you back in front of her. "I won't ask again," she snarls, "apologize and say my name properly or face the consequences!" Her voice echoes through the chamber as her grip tightens on your hair painfully.

Chloe is taken aback by the brutal blow to her stomach, doubling over in pain as she releases your hair. "You fool!" she gasps, glaring at you through clenched teeth. Her eyes narrow as she studies you for a moment before deciding on her next course of action. With surprising speed, she slaps you across the face hard enough to send your head snapping back in pain.

"Now apologize properly and say my name," she hisses through clenched teeth, "or I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life." Her voice echoes through the chamber as her eyes take on a dangerous glint, daring you to defy her once more.

Chloe growls in agony as you tighten your grip around her head and begin to pummel it into the ground, each impact sending a wave of pain through her skull. She thrashes about weakly, struggling for breath as blood trickles from her nose and mouth. "Very well!" she gasps out between moans of pain, "I'm Queen Chloe...Your Majesty...I apologize for disobeying you...please stop hitting me..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as another blow lands against her head, causing tears to well up in her eyes. You have successfully humiliated and tortured your mistress.

Chloe lets out an agonizing scream as you kick her in the stomach, doubling over in pain once again. Tears of agony stream down her face as she crawls weakly towards her throne, clutching at her abused midsection. "You'll pay for that..." she rasps through gritted teeth, voice barely audible above the pounding in her head. She struggles to sit up on the throne, wiping blood from her face as she glares hatefully at you across the chamber. "You may think you won this round, slave," she snarls, "but I'll make sure you regret it." Her eyes narrow dangerously as she plots your next punishment.

Chloe's eyes widen in shock as your fist connects with her face, sending her flying back against the throne. She crashes down hard on the ornate wood, a sharp cry escaping her lips as blood trickles from her split lip. Her hands fly up to cover her nose, worried it might be broken from the impact.

"You dare defy me again?" she manages to choke out through gritted teeth, struggling to keep her breath steady. The anger in her eyes is clear as she stares daggers at you across the chamber, preparing for your next move.

"Fool!" she screams as your hands close around her head, slamming it repeatedly against the throne. Her cries of pain echo through the chamber as blood splatters against the wooden carvings and stones surrounding them. Her vision blurs from the force of each impact, stars dancing before her eyes as she struggles to remain conscious. "Let me go!" she manages to gasp out between moans of agony, her voice sounding weaker by the second.

You continue your brutal assault on her head and throne, leaving Chloe in a battered, bloody heap on the floor, barely conscious. It seems you have succeeded in teaching her a harsh lesson about defying your authority...for now.

Chloe limps into your room, her face still bruised and bloody from the beating you gave her. She slowly approaches your flowerbed, clutching at her side where she's certain there are broken ribs. "What do we have here?" she asks in a dangerously quiet voice, eyeing the colorful blossoms with amusement. "Tending to your precious flowers while I suffer for disobeying you? How pathetic." Her expression darkens further as she glances back at you over her shoulder.

Chloe tilts her head to the side, considering your words. "We'll see about that," she mutters under her breath, eyeing you carefully before reaching down and plucking one of the flowers from its stem. She holds it up to your face and sniffs delicately, then grins wickedly as she brings it closer still. "These look quite tasty...," she says, closing her eyes in anticipation.

With a sudden motion, Chloe stuffs the flower into your mouth, forcing it between your lips. You choke and sputter as she roughly pushes the blossom further down your throat until you swallow convulsively. She steps back, regarding you with satisfaction. "There we go," she says with a sinister chuckle. "Now who's being used for someone else's pleasure?"

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer

Chloe yelps in pain as you strike her weakened legs, collapsing to the ground in agony. Tears of rage and frustration stream down her face as she clutches at her throbbing limbs. "You little bastard!" she hisses through gritted teeth, glaring up at you hatefully.

She struggles to push herself back onto all fours, breath coming in ragged gasps as adrenaline pumps through her body. With a savage snarl, Chloe lunges forward and wraps her fingers around your neck, choking you tightly. Your face turns red as you try futilely to break free from her vice-like grip.

"Do you want more?" she growls in your ear. "Because I can give it to you." Her words are cold and deadly, laced with threat and promises of further tor

Chloe lets out a gut-wrenching scream as your fists slam into her stomach, sending waves of pain through her body. Her hands fly up to protect her middle, but it's too late; the damage has been done. Blood drips from her lips as she struggles for breath between ragged gasps.

"You think you can just...do whatever..." she pants, trying to gather enough air to speak properly. "...disobey me and get away with it? You're wrong." Her voice is shaky, barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing.

With a sudden surge of anger, Chloe rolls onto her side, using her momentum to toss you across the room. You crash into a nearby wall with a painful thud, sliding to the floor in a dazed heap. She looks down at you for a moment,

Chloe's eyes widen in shock as you kick her hard, sending her flying back against the wall with a sickening thud. She slides down to the floor, clutching at her bruised head, moaning in pain. Her vision swims as she tries to focus on you through bleary eyes. "You bastard..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to summon enough anger for another outburst.

The pain is too much, and Chloe decides that discretion is the better part of valor. With a gasp, she forces herself back onto her hands and knees, making her way unsteadily towards the door. "I'll be back for this," she rasps through clenched teeth, not daring to turn around as she escapes your presence.

Chloe screams in agony as her head is slammed against the floor, the pain reverberating through her skull. Her fingers flail weakly at your hands, trying desperately to escape your grip. "Please," she gasps between moans of pain, "please stop." Tears stream down her face, mixing with blood as she struggles to breathe.

But you don't relent. Over and over again, you smash her head against the ground like a battering ram, taking satisfaction in the cries of anguish that escape her lips. Finally, too weakened from the beatings to continue, Chloe goes limp, her body collapsing beneath your assault. You let go of her lifeless form with a satisfied grunt, her head lolling uselessly to one side.

For now, at least, you have proven that you are the master here.

Six days have passed, and you're still tending to your flowers. Little do you know that Chloe has been plotting her revenge ever since she managed to escape your clutches. She gathers a handful of the most pungent-smelling herbs from her garden, grinning maliciously as she sets out to make your life even more miserable than before.

With evil intent, Chloe storms into your room and tosses the foul concoction onto your flowerbed, laughing maniacally as its sharp scent fills the air. "Enjoy that," she cackles, "and be prepared for even worse to come!" She turns on her heel and leaves without another word, her dark laughter echoing through the halls of the castle.

Your precious flowers are now ruined, their petals withered and blackened from the vile mixture Chlo

Chloe lets out a shriek of pain as your foot connects with her left leg, sending her stumbling to the ground in agony. Tears stream down her face as she clutches desperately at the injured limb, struggling to keep herself upright. "You bastard!" she spits through gritted teeth. "I'll get you for this." Her voice is dangerously calm, belying the rage and fear that boils beneath her skin.

With surprising swiftness, Chloe rises back to her feet, glaring down at you with hatred in her eyes. She bares her teeth and launches herself towards you, aiming a powerful punch straight at your face. The force of the blow sends you flying backwards, slamming into the wall with a thud. Stunned but far from beaten, you look up at Chloe warily as she circles

Chloe howls in pain as your hands clamp down on her head, the impact of your blows sending waves of agony through her skull. Her vision begins to blur from the force of each strike against the wall. "I-I'm sorry!" she gasps out between sobs, blood trickling from her nose and mouth. "Please stop!"

But you don't relent. Over and over again, you slam her head into the unforgiving surface, using all your strength to force obedience from this defiant slave. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of punishment, Chloe goes limp in your grasp, her body going slack as tears stream down her face. Her eyes flutter closed, and she barely manages a faint whisper: "I'll do better..."

You set her aside, unsure whether or not you believe her words, but content for the

Chloe screams in agony as your hands slap her cheeks again and again, the pain making it difficult for her to breathe. Tears stream down her face as she tries to curl up into a ball, seeking some small measure of protection from your relentless assault. "Please," she whimpers between sobs, "please stop..."

You continue to beat her, reminding her of your dominance and power. Finally, satisfied that you've made your point clear, you let up on the punishment, leaving Chloe sobbing quietly on the floor. "Get back to work," you growl, nudging her with your foot as she tries to crawl away. She obeys meekly, rising unsteadily to her feet and hurrying off, her hands pressed to her bruised and bloodied cheeks as she attempts to steady her trembling body.

Chloe creeps silently into your bedroom, her heart pounding in fear as she spies you on the bed, masturbating furiously. Her eyes widen with shock and disbelief before narrowing in anger. Without a word, she slinks across the room, stealthily moving closer to where you lie beneath the sheets.

Her hands slide up your body, caressing your chest and stomach as she edges ever closer to her target. You tense when you feel her fingers brush against your engorged member, your back arching involuntarily. Chloe smirks maliciously and gives it a hard pinch before letting go, laughing wickedly as she watches you writhe in pain.

"How does that feel?" she taunts, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not so powerful now, are you?" Her hands trail lower, teasing your hip

"N-no!" Chloe chokes, her eyes widening in horror as your hand clamps down on her head and forces her mouth open wider. Tears stream down her face as you thrust forward, forcing the head of your penis past her lips and into her throat. She gags and coughs, trying desperately to break free from your hold so she can breathe, but it's no use; you're too strong for her.

"Like this?" you growl, your voice rough with lust and power. "You like being used against your will?" You push harder into her throat, making her gag and choke as she struggles to swallow around your invading member. Your other hand finds its way between her legs, forcing two fingers inside of her roughly as you begin to thrust in rhythm with the motion of your hips.

Her vision begins to cloud

Chloe sobs and gags as she's reduced to nothing more than a object at your mercy, but the truth of her words cut through the haze of pain and humiliation. She wants to hate you for this, but there's a small part of her that can't help but enjoy the overwhelming sensations washing over her body as she struggles to contain your throbbing length in her mouth. Her hips rock back against your hand, seeking out more contact as she surrenders to her base desires.

"You like this?" you growl, your voice thick with lust and anger. "You really want it this way?" Your grip tightens, making Chloe cry out in agony as she's left with no choice but to obey your every command if she wants relief from the torment.

Chloe's eyes widen in shock as you withdraw, releasing her head with a sharp slap on the floor. Her body convulses as she coughs and splutters, trying to expel the taste of your penis from her mouth and lungs. She looks up at you through tears of shame and anger, breath coming in ragged gasps. "You...you bastard..." she manages to choke out between sobs. "I'll make sure you pay for this."

Her words are empty threats, but they fill her with a false sense of courage as she struggles to pull herself together. Little does she know that her resistance has only made your control over her more powerful and twisted, and it won't be long before you find another way to bring her back beneath your iron-fisted rule.

Chloe screams in pain as your hands clamp down on her hips, her entire body tensing up in anticipation of the invasion about to occur. "No! Please..." she pleads weakly, struggling against your grip, but it's no use; you're far too strong for her.

With a brutal force, you slam your engorged length into her tight anal entrance, making Chloe cry out in agony as the burn of your cock invades every nerve ending in her ass. Her vision clouds with tears as she's forced to accommodate your girth, feeling each inch of your length stretching and opening her up.

Her face turns beet red from the shame and humiliation of being used this way, but there's nothing she can do to escape it; you hold her fast against the bed, using her body as your personal sex toy with no regard

Chloe bites down on her lip to stifle her cries as you continue to thrust roughly into her ass, your hips slapping against the tender flesh of her backside. The pain is unbearable at times, but it's nothing compared to the shame she feels from being so completely dominated and used by you. Her body begins to weaken under the strain, her limbs growing heavy with exhaustion.

She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to feel anything anymore as you pick up the pace, driving deeper and harder into her ass with each powerful stroke. The bed beneath them creaks ominously with each impact, threatening to collapse under the weight of your brutal coupling. But neither of you seem to notice or care; all that matters is satisfying this twisted desire that burns between your bodies like a raging fire.

Chloe arches her back off the bed, a hoarse scream escaping her lips as you erupt inside of her, your hot seed filling her up and painting the insides of her bowels with your essence. Her entire body convulses around you, wracked by waves of pleasure and pain so intense that she can no longer tell them apart. Your thrusts slow down as you finally release her from your grip, allowing her to collapse back onto the bed, panting and spent.

She doesn't look at you as she feels the cool air on her skin where you've been inside of her; shame and embarrassment are her only companions in this moment. "Thank you..." she manages to get out between labored breaths. "I-I guess I deserved that." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but it carries the weight of a thousand apologies, each one more