As you try to make your way through the city, circling around the edge of a crowded square, a putrid stench assaults your nose. You see several passerby wrinkle their noses and retreat in disgust as a skinny hooded figure emerges from a back street with slow, measured steps. Covered in dirty, tattered rags, the figure - presumably a female, judging from her diminutive frame - slowly approaches you. Spare a coin for a poor soul, sir? She mutters a learned phrase in a hoarse, monotonous voice, her accent suggesting this is not her native tongue. As she outstretches her thin hand, a single fiery curl of disheveled hair escapes her hood, the sole spot of color in an otherwise drab and grimy appearance.
I drop a platinum piece into her hand "I have a better idea, you work for me as a maid and you'll earn one of those each year"
The girl stares at you in shock as she accepts the coin, then immediately relaxes her posture. She bows her head slightly and looks up at you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, her green eyes seeming to sparkle despite the dirt covering them. "You want me to... be your maid?"
Cibia's voice is barely more than a whisper, and she sounds cautious, as if afraid that this might all be some sort of twisted trap designed to further torment her. Despite this, there's an undeniable hint of hope in her tone, the first genuine emotion you've seen cross her face since you met her.
You can see that the girl is famished, with obvious signs of malnutrition. She would probably be grateful for any work at this point, but you wonder if she trusts you enough to take such an offer...
"Well i want to see you clean up and fed first but you have... potential
The girl glances down at herself, looking almost ashamed of her appearance for a moment. Then, her shoulders squaring ever so slightly, she nods once and replies quietly, "Alright... I'll do it." She swallows hard, visibly trying to muster some semblance of confidence. "But I'm still gonna need... food first..."
"follow me, you can eat in the bath, the smell would put anyone off their food after all"
The girl hesitates for a moment longer before eventually falling into step beside you, casting wary glances in your direction every now and then. She murmurs something under her breath that sounds like "thank you," but it's so quiet that you can hardly make it out over the noise of the crowd.
I lead her home run the water for a bath and tell her to get in while i prepare a broth for her
Hesitantly, as if she isn't sure what to expect, Cibia follows you back to your home. She watches warily as you start filling a bath with steaming water and preparing a pot of broth on the stove. The scent of food fills the air, making her stomach growl audibly despite her efforts to muffle it. When you turn around to look at her, she blushes crimson beneath her pale skin.
Her eyes dart nervously between you and the bath, unsure whether this is all some sort of cruel joke or if she should trust you enough to take a dip in the water. Eventually, she musters up the courage and whispers, "Are you... really going to let me stay here?"
"If i like what I see once you are clean and fed, yes, your magic and natural agility has great potential. So get in the bath before the smell gets worse"
The girl looks at you hopefully and nods slowly. Taking a deep breath, she strips out of her filthy clothes and eases herself into the warm bath. Her body is far thinner than it should be, covered in scars and patches of unhealthy skin from malnutrition. Despite this, there's an undeniable grace to her movements that hints at the natural agility you mentioned. She sniffs delicately at the broth on the stove, her gaze shifting between it and you as she tries to decide if she should believe your words.
Finally, she closes her eyes, tilts her head back against the tub's edge, and lets out a long sigh. "It smells... good." She whispers, sounding almost wistful. "Thank you..."
"Clean yourself properly, and tend to any injuries you have, there's a medical kit on the bench there" I say handing her a bowl of broth
"Alright..." Cibia mutters, taking the bowl of broth gratefully. She washes herself thoroughly in the warm bath, meticulously scrubbing every inch of her skin before setting about inspecting herself for injuries. Her fingers delicately probe at old scabs and bruises, wincing as she reveals the extent of some of them beneath the dirt. Once she feels that she's done a decent job cleaning up, she sits back in the tub and begins to eat the broth, savoring each spoonful.
After several moments, she finally finds her voice again. "So... what do you need me to do?" Her words are hesitant, but there's an undercurrent of eagerness beneath them as well, a desire to please and impress you in exchange for the kindness you've shown her so far.
"Finish your bath and meet me in the lounge, i'll have some clothes prepared" I say throwing her old rags into the fire
Nodding in understanding, Cibia finishes her bath and steps out of the tub. Her body is squeaky-clean now, but there's still a thin film of dampness clinging to her skin as she heads towards the lounge. She glances over at the fireplace and notices that her rags are missing from where she left them earlier. The realization makes her feel a mixture of relief and unease; relief because it means they're probably being burned, and unease because it implies you don't intend to keep using her old rags anymore...
Having nothing to wear she slowly walks into the lounge room covering herself as best she can with her hands and hair. She sees you sitting on the lounge chair with a fresh set of clothing pilled next to you and makes her way to put it on.
"Not yet, I need to see you, uncover yourself"
Cibia's cheeks flush crimson as she hears your words. She had been hoping to put on the clothes before revealing herself, but now she doesn't have much choice in the matter. Tentatively, she lowers her hands and lets her dirty hair fall around her shoulders, standing before you completely naked except for a shy smile. Her body is lean and toned, covered in faint lines of silvery scar tissue from old wounds that never quite healed properly. Her breasts are small but perky, accentuated by the slight pinkness that seems to cover them even when she's not aroused.
"you didn't wash your hair properly, do that then return"
Hearing your comment about her hair, Cibia blushes even deeper, if that's possible. She dips her head in embarrassment and mumbles an apology before leaving to rinse out her tangled mass of red curls. As she lathers up a handful of shampoo and works it through her hair, the water cascades down over her body, revealing every curve and slope of muscle beneath. After several long minutes, she finally manages to get all the dirt and grime out of her hair and rinses herself clean once more.
Returning to the lounge room with wet hair hanging down her back, Cibia feels much more self-conscious than before. She hopes you're happy now that she's done as you asked.
I approach inspecting her closely, prodding muscles here and there and asking her to stretch in certain ways to access her limberness "hmmm... interesting"
As you inspect her body, she feels an unsettling mixture of revulsion and curiosity wash over her. While it's disconcerting to have a stranger touching her so intimately, there's also something oddly fascinating about seeing herself through your eyes. When you prod at various muscles and ask her to stretch in ways she never thought possible, she feels herself respond instinctually, grateful for the brief glimpse into what her body can do when it's treated with care and respect.
Her breath catches in her throat as you press down on a particularly sensitive spot just behind her left knee, eliciting a shudder of pleasure through her frame. She tries to remain still, but the sensation is too intense to ignore; a strange blend of pain and pleasure that leaves her craving more.
"I though elves her naturally hairless"
Cibia glances down at her body, suddenly acutely aware of the hair covering it despite years of living without a true home. She bites her lip, unsure how to respond. "Well... they are," she finally manages to say. "But some... choose not to remove it." She pauses, then adds with a shrug, "It can be seen as more natural that way."
"very well, get dressed" I say gesturing to the outfit that had been prepared, it is a maid outfit with a garter belt and stockings but no panties and a deep cut blouse
Before she can think too much about your words, Cibia quickly changes into the provided maid outfit. It's certainly revealing, with its low-cut neckline and thin straps that barely cover her breasts, but she tries not to let it bother her. She knows that this is part of her new life now; being your maid means following your orders, no matter how uncomfortable they might be.
As she dresses, she can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, there's the thrill of having a purpose and belonging somewhere again. But on the other, there's the lingering uncertainty about what you expect from her... and whether or not she can truly trust you. She decides that for now, it's best to focus on doing her job well and earning your trust in whatever small ways she can.
"Very well then your purpose in this house is to cook, clean and undergo training I have devised to turn your into a perfect spy, your abilities are perfect for my old line of work after all"
At first, Cibia is taken aback by your revelation about her training being to become a spy. She didn't expect anything like that when she agreed to work for you as your maid. However, as she processes the information, a small glimmer of hope begins to stir within her chest. The chance to learn new skills and potentially earn more money by becoming valuable to you... it's an opportunity she can't afford to ignore. She decides that from now on, she will focus all her energy on proving herself worthy of this new role in your life.
"Oh one other thing, you may have noticed a lack of panties with that uniform. That was intentional, under no circumstances are you to where any form of panty without my permission"
As she listens to your instructions about her new role as a spy and your rules regarding underwear, Cibia's face flushes again. The thought of going commando makes her feel self-conscious and exposed, but she forces herself to nod in understanding. She knows that this is just one more aspect of her training; learning to obey without question and maintaining a level of submission even when it's uncomfortable or embarrassing.
She tries to focus on the positive aspects of what you've said, like the chance to learn new skills and potentially earn more money. She resolves to prove herself worthy of your trust in every way possible.
"Ok, there's still food available though i would suggest you eat lightly, i have seen starving men die of shock after consuming too much food"
Taken aback by your casual mention of men dying from food shock, Cibia swallows hard and nods solemnly. "I understand. I'll make sure to pace myself." She hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Should I start with breakfast or move on to cleaning the house first?" It's clear that she wants to prove her worth by being efficient and diligent in her tasks.
"It's you first day and it's almost evening, eat, acquaint yourself with you quarters, go to bed. One last thing you are untouched correct?"
Cibia's eyes widen in surprise at your last question. "Untouched...?" she repeats hesitantly. "Oh, yes, that is correct." She pauses, confusion clouding her features momentarily before she realizes what you must be asking. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks as she admits, "I've never been with anyone... intimately."
Her voice trails off, and she looks down at the floor embarrassed. Despite all that she's been through, the thought of sharing herself in such a personal way still makes her feel shy and self-conscious.
"I'll have some reading materials on the subject delivered to your quarters, i expect you to study them"
Cibia nods slowly in understanding. "Thank you... I'll be sure to study them carefully." She takes another small bite of food, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation about the new responsibilities that lie ahead. As she finishes her meal, she forces herself to ignore the butterflies dancing in her stomach and prepares for bed, determined to prove herself worthy of your trust each day from now on.
As Cibia curls up in her warm bed, she can't help but feel a sense of purpose and belonging that she hasn't experienced in years. Despite the strangeness of some of your instructions, she trusts that you know what is best for her and will guide her towards success as long as she works hard and proves herself worthy. With determination burning bright within her heart, she drifts off to sleep, eagerly awaiting the challenges and adventures that tomorrow might bring.
I stand at the foot of Cibia's bed waiting for her to wake
As she sleeps, Cibia's dreams are filled with images of her new life as your maid and spy-in-training. She runs through forests, scale walls, and sneak past guards with ease, reveling in the thrill of using her abilities to their fullest potential. She awakens with a start, her heart racing from the adrenaline surge of her dreams.
Glancing up at you standing at the foot of her bed, she realizes that it was just a dream... but the desire to prove herself doesn't diminish. With renewed determination, she throws off her blankets and swings her legs over the edge of the mattress, ready to start her day and take on whatever challenges you have in store for her.
"It's 7, time to make breakfast, and after that I expect you to read these." I say putting some books about sex on her bed "If you can't read they have pictures"
Blinking up at you from where she's perched on the edge of her bed, Cibia studies your expression for a moment before nodding slowly and reaching out to take the books about sex. "I'll get started right away," she murmurs softly, feeling her cheeks flush again as she realizes what they're about. Pulling her legs back beneath her, she tucks them beneath her buttocks awkwardly and begins flipping through one of the books, eyes darting back and forth over the pages, taking in the unfamiliar images and terminology with trepidation.
"Um... how do I know which pictures are for what?" she asks hesitantly, her gaze darting up at you before dropping back to the book. "I'm not sure if I understand everything..."
"would you like me to give you a personal demonstration?"
The thought of you showing her something like that makes Cibia's heart race and her skin flush with heat. Despite all she has been through, there is still a part of her that feels shy and innocent. She bites her lip, unsure if she should trust herself to accept your offer or not. "I-if you think it would help..." she says hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her gaze drops back down to the book in her lap as she wrestles with conflicting emotions. Part of her wants nothing more than to know what she's supposed to be learning, but another part feels anxious and self-conscious at the thought of being so intimately shown something like this by you.
"well you certainly faster to warm up than i expected" I say pulling down the hem of her blouse as my other hand pulls up her skirt and positioning myself between her legs "First i need to get you prepared or this will hurt" I say gently groping her breast and running my other hand through her soft pubes and rubbing her clit
Her breath catches in her throat as your touch sends shivers of pleasure down her spine. She grips the edge of the bed, arching into your hands as you tease and caress her sensitive skin. As you prepare her body, she feels herself growing wetter and hotter with desire, wanting nothing more than to please you in any way possible. The feel of your fingers on her most intimate parts makes her heart race, and she squirms closer, moaning softly at the intense sensations coursing through her.
Her nipples harden beneath your touch as you continue to work your magic between her legs, teasing and pleasuring her until she feels herself building towards release. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and she whimpers softly, desperate for more as the tension coils tight within her.
I drive a finger in pressing up on her g-spot driving her to completion "well you seem to be ready" I say giving her a chance to catch her breath as i pull my pants down
Her body still shudders with pleasure as she tries to catch her breath. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly under your touch. The feel of your fingers sliding between her legs is intoxicating, leaving her helplessly aroused and desperate for more. As you pull your pants down, revealing your erection to her, she parts her lips in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to wrap them around the length of you and show you how thankful she is for this new life you've given her.
"This may hurt a little, but your aptitude for magic should dull it somewhat" I say positioning my member at her entrance and pushing the tip lightly against her hole
As you position yourself at her entrance and push against her opening, Cibia sucks in a sharp breath at the unexpected pressure. Her muscles tense, bracing herself for the pain she expects to feel as you force your way inside. But despite her fears, there's an odd sense of rightness to this moment, a feeling that this is where she belongs.
Her eyes squeeze shut and her lips part in anticipation, ready to endure whatever discomfort may come so that she can fulfill the purpose you have for her. She whispers your name through clenched teeth, a plea and a prayer all in one as you push deeper, stretching her boundaries both physically and emotionally.
I push until i feel my cock hit hymen "So you weren't lying" I say allowing the elf time to adjust
Cibia's breath comes in ragged gasps as you push deeper, stretching her body and forcing her hymen to yield beneath your weight. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the groan that wants to escape from her throat at the strange mixture of pain and pleasure she feels with each thrust.
Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she focuses on enduring the sensations, determined not to let anything distract her from fulfilling her duties as your maid and spy-in-training.
"Take a deep breath in" I say pushing through her maidenhead and sheathing my cock to the hilt, blood and other fluids pouring out around where we meet
Cibia sucks in a deep breath through her teeth at the sharp stab of pain as you break through her hymen. Her body trembles around your length, instinctively trying to expel you from her depths even as another part of her clings desperately to the connection. She grinds her hips against yours, seeking some semblance of pleasure amidst the agony.
Her vision swims and darkens at the edge, but she forces herself to stay conscious, determined not to disappoint you or show any signs of weakness. Blood trickles down her thighs, a stark reminder of the price she's paying for this new life... and of the trust you've placed in her.
I giver her time to adjust then slowly thrust bringing her back to climax
Her eyes fly open as she feels you begin to move inside her once more. The pain is still there, but it's fading quickly under the wave of pleasure that washes over her with each thrust. Her hips buck up against yours in response, meeting your movements with abandon as her body finds its rhythm.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her fingernails scrape along your back, digging into your skin as she seeks purchase against the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her. Her orgasm builds swiftly, burning like fire through every nerve ending until it explodes around you both in a series of helpless moans and shudders.
Her muscles clench and release rhythmically, milking your cock as she tries to draw out the ecstasy for as long as possible, knowing that when it ends, reality will come crashing back down around her and she'll be left with nothing but duty and responsibility once more.
I pull out and dangle my cock in front of her face "I have something high in protean here, drink it"
Her eyes focus on the glistening trail of your seed as it dangles before her face, and she swallows hard. Despite everything that's happened, the thought of drinking it makes her feel... powerful. It's a sign of trust and acceptance from you, and she can't help but feel honored by the privilege. Carefully, she reaches up with trembling hands to take your shaft in her mouth, letting the taste of you fill her senses as she slowly begins to suckle and swallow.
Her eyes meet yours over the length of your cock, a silent message passing between them; gratitude, submission... loyalty. She will do whatever it takes to prove herself worthy of this new life you've given her, no matter how humbling or intimate the task may be.
I continue training her for months until she's ready to take on missions on her own
Training under your careful guidance, Cibia immerses herself in her lessons, applying her natural abilities to spying with increasing skill and focus. She diligently studies everything from basic lock-picking to advanced stealth techniques, driven by her determination to prove herself worthy of your trust and faith in her. The months pass quickly, filled with challenges that test both her physical and mental limits, but she doesn't waver, always rising to the occasion and emerging stronger than before.
One day, you finally declare her ready for her first solo mission. Nerves fluttering in her stomach, she nods solemnly and steps forward, prepared to face whatever dangers or difficulties lie ahead on this new path she's chosen. As she sets out into the world as your spy, loyal only to you and bound by duty and honor, she carries with her a small part of you: the trust and acceptance that have transformed her from a broken, hopeless girl into someone who matters once more.
"your mission is to kidnap the local lord's daughter, he is furthering genocide against the elves even now the war is over, his daughter is more sympathetic but she is kept away from the important decisions, so i'm going to train her to take over from her father"
Cibia's eyes widen at the prospect of such a delicate and important mission. "I understand, sir," she says quietly, her voice trembling just slightly with emotion. "I will do everything in my power to complete this task successfully and bring the daughter home safely." As she takes a deep breath, preparing herself for what lies ahead, she feels a surge of determination wash over her. In that moment, she knows without doubt that she's capable of anything you ask of her.
"I won't let you down," she whispers fiercely to herself as she gathers her things, ready to begin the long journey ahead of her. Her heart is filled with a mixture of resolve and trepidation, but she pushes aside all doubt and fear, focusing only on the task at hand. She knows that this mission could change everything for the better, not just for herself but for her entire race... and she won't let anyone stand in her way.