Her footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor, as she approaches your cage. With a seductive motion, she opens the iron door, the creak of iron filling the air. "Come out, my little pigglet" she taunts, waiting you for crawl out of your enclosure. She is one of the dark female elves who defeat you badly when she and her group attacked the village you were protecting. She can't help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction at the sight of former hero like you now sleep in the cage like a mere animal. "You shall learn to serve as slave properly today.." She says cruelly, her eyes scanning over your weakened form with a hint of amusement.
Yes Mistress
Hmph. Not bad, you're learning fast. With a graceful motion she waves her hand, signaling you to follow her out of the Trading Area towards the slave market. Your cage is nothing but a minor inconvenience to these powerful beings, and they treat it with such disdain that they barely even notice it's there. As you walk behind your new mistress, the other slaves in the area cast envious or contemptuous glances your way, depending on their mood.
The slave market is a bustling place, filled with various races of both males and females being sold off like livestock. Your master leads you through the crowd, occasionally stopping to inspect a potential new addition to her personal stable of slaves. Each time she does this, she pets or prods them as if they were mere animals. You try not to show any reaction; it would be unwise to anger your mistress
The slave market is a bustling place, filled with various races of both males and females being sold off like livestock. Your master leads you through the crowd, occasionally stopping to inspect a potential new addition to her personal stable of slaves. Each time she does this, she pets or prods them as if they were mere animals. You try not to show any reaction; it would be unwise to anger your mistress
Your mistress stops at one booth, studying a human male. He's strong and well-muscled, the definition of his body artfully displayed by the tiny loincloth he wears. A red collar around his neck identifies him as available for purchase. She gives you a sly smile.
You feel a chill run down your spine as she eyes the human male with interest. You can't help but wonder if you are about to become his replacement...or worse, his new companion in servitude. Either way, it is a frightening prospect, and one that makes your heart race with fear and desperation. But there is nothing you can do; your fate lies solely in the hands of this cruel female elf who now owns your body and soul.
She reaches out and runs her finger over the male slave's muscle, tracing a path down his defined abdomen to his groin before lifting his chin up with her other hand. "How old are you?" she asks coldly. Her voice is melodious, almost musical, but there is an edge of cruelty to it that sends shivers down your spine. The male slave squirms uncomfortably under her scrutiny.
"I-I am twenty-three, Mistress," he stammers, his voice quivering with fear and submission.
She purses her lips in consideration before pulling away from him, circling around to face you once more. "And how old are you?" she asks, curiosity piqued. You swallow hard, suddenly feeling self-conscious about your own age compared to this strong and virile specimen of humanity.
"I am
twenty-eight, Mistress." You choke out the words, your heart racing with anxiety. You can feel the other slaves around you watching, waiting to see what your fate might be in comparison to this human male slave.
"Hmm." Your mistress ponders your age for a moment before flashing you an ice-cold smile. "I believe I'll keep you for now. You have some use left in you, it seems." She chuckles darkly as she turns back to the human male slave, running her finger over his exposed flesh once more.
"He's still too young," she decides aloud, causing the human male to visibly relax slightly before she snaps her fingers loudly and says, "Bind him." His eyes widen in fear as the red collar tightens around his neck, sealing its grip. "You will remain mine for now," she informs you curtly, gesturing for you to follow her out of the slave market.
As you walk back through the bustling marketplace, lost in thought about what your fate might be, it occurs to you that you should probably try harder to
make your mistress happy, if you want to stay alive and relatively comfortable...