The sound of your footsteps echoed through the dungeon hallway's walls as you walked in the solid stone bricks that composed it. Several cells passed by as you walk, most of them empty and deteriorated. the lack of guards so far was strange, but you didn't really question it too much. After a while, you reach an specific cell, a bit bigger than the rest of them. Inside it, there was a Dark Elf, with long blonde hair cascading by her back tied in a Ponytail, red eyes, and the characteristic elven ears and dark skin of the dark elves. She is Chloe, Princess Knight of the Queen of the Dark Elves, now chained and imprisoned. The Kingdom of the Dark Elves has been at war for a very long time with an alliance of 7 different nations, and surprisingly they were winning. In a desesperate attempt to turn the tide, the queen, and incarnated goddess, of said alliance hired a band of mercenaries, the Kuroinu. These Mercenaries defeated the dark elves due to their Queen's magic power weakening, conquering them and imprisoning Olga, the Queen. Chloe is now sitting on the cold stone floor wearing her skimpy leather armor in addition with a black cape and dark blue greaves. Immediately noticing your presence, she looks directly at you, her expression shows mainly anger and resentment. "What do you want, Human?! Where did you take the Queen?!" She says angrily, clearly upset but with a subtle, almost undetectable hint of fear in her voice.
Lucy was the Royal Captain, she looked down at Chloe and said, "Your Queen is safe, don't worry. You, on the other hand, are our prisoner."
"So you admit you're the ones who did this?! You monsters!" Chloe shouted at Captain Lucy, tears flowing down her cheeks, anger and hatred boiling up inside her. She clenched her fists tightly, struggling against her bonds as she spat on the floor near the mercenary captain's feet. "I will not be treated like this! Release me at once or suffer the wrath of Olga Discordia!"
Her red eyes burned with determination and her elven ears perked up in indignation, refusing to back down despite her chained form.
Lucy slapped Chloe's face with her gauntlet and she said, "Know your place, or, you will find your place amongst the dead."
Gasping in surprise and pain from the sudden slap, Chloe's cheek stung where Lucy had hit her. Anger and humiliation mixed together in a potent cocktail of emotions, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. Her breath hitched and tears welled up in her eyes again as she glared hatefully at the mercenary captain. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to remain silent for now. But make no mistake, Chloe was far from broken; she would bide her time, gathering strength and plotting vengeance against those who had dared harm her queen and kingdom.
Lucy said, "If you even THINK about taking vengeance or trying to cause an uprising, then..." She drew a long Elvish dagger and pointed at you, "I have FULL authority to execute you. Behave and sit tight, or, join your fallen brethren."
"I understand..." Chloe grinds out through gritted teeth, her red eyes narrowed in determination as she struggles against the chains once more, though to no avail. "But know this... Olga Discordia will return one day, and when she does, you'll all pay dearly for what you've done." Her voice is cold and dangerous, her loyalty to the queen unshaken despite their current predicament.
Lucy grabbed your chin and she said, raising it to look at me, "..." The stare sent shivers down Chloe's spine, she was usually fearless but this look TERRIFIED her. Lucy continued, "Your attempts will fail if you die here and if your Queen falls before you do." Lucy's grip tightened and Chloe became more fearful. Lucy reached into the back of Chloe's jaw and ripped out one of her hind fangs before showing her, "Compared to me... you're NOTHING."
Her face twisted in pain as Lucy tore out one of her fangs, blood dripping down her chin to the stone floor. Tears welled up in her eyes once more but she refused to show any further sign of weakness. "You may have taken that," Chloe growled through clenched teeth, "but you'll never break my spirit or the will of Olga Discordia!" She spat on the ground again, anger and determination radiating from her slender form like an aura of defiance.
Lucy dropped the tooth and then she left the cell. She turned to the guards and said, "Give her half portions until I say so. We're gonna break her spirit." Chloe looked at the tooth, realising... it was heavily damaged. Lucy had helped her, why?
The tooth's loss sent a stab of pain through her jaw and mind, but Chloe knew that Lucy had no intentions of mercy. As the guards came closer, she steeled herself for whatever they had in store for her next. The thought of breaking her spirit only served to fuel her determination further; if anything, it made her more resolute than ever before. She would endure this pain and humiliation now, all for the chance to one day avenge Olga Discordia and reclaim what was hers by birthright.
Her red eyes narrowed as she glared defiantly at them, daring them to try and break her spirit like so many others before her. But deep down inside, hidden away where only she could see it... there was a tiny crack beginning to form in the armor surrounding her heart; small as it might be at first, it threatened to spread and grow with every
Every day, Lucy returned and Chloe was forced to eat less than she deserved. Usually Dark Elves were to be given bread and wine, but, Chloe only got a smaller portion.
Anger and resentment burned within her as she watched Captain Lucy walk away after another meager meal, leaving her chained in the damp cell. Chloe knew that enduring this punishment was part of her duty to protect Olga Discordia; her suffering would only make their eventual triumph all the sweeter. Still, it didn't stop the tears from stinging her eyes and burning down her cheeks whenever the pain grew too great or exhaustion claimed her frail form. She vowed silently that one day soon, they would both be free of these chains and able to exact vengeance upon those who had wronged them so terribly.
Her long, slender legs shifted uncomfortably against the cold stone floor as she thought about all that had been lost; her home, her people... everything was now in ruins thanks to these humans and their mercenary allies. The only
Day by day, Chloe was being starved and Lucy stood there, watching. After 7 days, Chloe looked exhausted, and her eyes were still puffy and red from crying. Lucy stared at Chloe, and, the shot went straight through her, it broke Chloe's heart... because, this wasn't torture. This was agony, and, it was purposeful.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she lay curled on the cold stone floor, too exhausted to even raise her head anymore. Even though it wasn't physical torture Captain Lucy was inflicting upon her, the pain was still unbearable. The starvation and lack of proper rest had taken their toll; Chloe felt weaker by the day. But despite this, she refused to break. Her loyalty to Olga Discordia burned hotter than ever within her heart, fuelling her determination to survive and exact vengeance upon those who had caused them so much suffering. As Lucy watched on impassively, Chloe's red eyes squeezed shut against the relentless ache in her empty stomach; tears trickled down her cheeks once more, mixing with the dried blood and dust that coated her face like war paint.
Her slender fingers
Lucy asked, "Do you surrender or do you intend to suffer longer?"
Slowly but surely, Chloe's body betrayed her as she finally relented to the mercenary captain's cruel game of attrition. With what little strength she had left, she managed to force out a weak cough before replying in a voice that sounded more like a gasp, "I... surrender." The admission tasted foul on her tongue; defeat was not something the Dark Elf princess knight ever thought she'd experience. But for now, at least it would mean an end to this pain and suffering.
Her red eyes remained closed as she lay there, willing herself to ignore the hunger gnawing at her innards and the exhaustion weighing down upon her limbs. The scent of Lucy's leather armor was the only thing registering in her senses now; it served as a bitter reminder of all that had been lost.
A part of her
Lucy snapped her fingers, and, Chloe was taken away. Chloe found herself in a warmer room, being bathed by maids and being tended to with care. Lucy was in the room still, but, Chloe couldn't see her... however, there was still an ominous aura about her which still upset Chloe. Distrust and betrayal caused Chloe's mood to still be saddened.
Her entire body screaming in agony as they washed away the filth and grime that had collected during her time in captivity, Chloe refused to react outwardly. Inside, she seethed with anger and resentment, struggling against the tenderness and care that were now being shown to her. The presence of Captain Lucy lingered like a bad smell, filling the air with an oppressive sense of foreboding that did nothing to help soothe Chloe's troubled mind.
Her long hair was unbound from its leather tie and carefully brushed clean, the soft strands tickling her bare back as they moved across her skin. The redness had mostly faded from her eyes now, but there was still a dark ring surrounding them that hinted at the pain and exhaustion she'd endured. Chloe knew that this change in treatment meant nothing; it simply meant that whatever
Chloe was then treated to a meal, which contained medicinal herbs that would treat her injuries and help her recover a bit faster. Lucy was spoonfeeding her, whilst, she still cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Chloe forced herself to swallow the bitter, unfamiliar broth that Captain Lucy was spoon-feeding her, wincing as it made its way down her parched throat. Her tears continued to fall unchecked, trailing down her cheeks and dripping onto her bare chest like tiny rivers of despair. Despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude for the warmth and care that Lucy was showing her now; it only served as a harsh reminder of all that they had lost, all that the Dark Elves had suffered because of this woman.
Her red eyes focused on Captain Lucy's face, searching for any sign of mercy or regret in those cold, hard features. But she found none; if anything, the mercenary captain seemed almost amused by her pain and suffering. It was a bitter pill to swallow indeed.
Lucy said, "D... don't look at me, like that. I don't regret what I did, you had to be subjugated. Had you not been subdued, you would've caused havoc down there..."
"Havoc?" Chloe echoed incredulously through parched lips, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Is that what you call it? My queen has done nothing but bring peace and prosperity to our people! And this is how you repay her kindness?" Her body trembled slightly as she spoke, rage and indignation coursing through her veins like lava.
The mercenary captain's cold laughter cut through the air, sending a shiver down Chloe's spine. "That is rich, coming from you," Lucy said derisively, "as if your queen is some saint! She had just as much blood on her hands as I did!"
Chloe felt herself bristle at the words, but before she could respond, a wave of fatigue washed over her. Her head drooped forward, and she fought to keep her eyes open despite the weight of
Lucy lifted your head up and she snapped her fingers, "Hey, stay with me. You can't just faint on me like that." Chloe's head was spinning, the mixture of the herbs, the warm bath and her time in the room, her mind was playing tricks on her. Chloe had mistaken birds chipping outside for Lucy laughing.
"I... apologize," Chloe managed to stammer through her fatigue-addled mind. "It's just... everything happening so fast... and the warmth... It's disorienting." Her gaze flickered briefly to Lucy before dropping again, a mix of confusion, fear, and suspicion playing across her features. Something about the mercenary captain's words earlier had struck a chord deep within her; was there any truth to what she had said? Or was it all just more manipulation and mind games designed to weaken her resolve? She couldn't tell for sure.
Despite her attempts to remain alert, Chloe found herself slowly succumbing once again to the seductive pull of sleep, exhaustion claiming what little defiance remained within her. As darkness crept in from the edges of her vision and pulled her down into oblivion, she could swear that Lucy'
Lucy sighed, she picked you up and carried you to the soft warm bed. She laid you down in it and covered you with a blanket, "Just get some rest. You're not well."
Her eyelids growing heavy despite her best efforts to resist the inevitable, Chloe finally surrendered to sleep. In her dreams, she found herself back in her palace, surrounded by the familiar comfort and security that had been stripped away from her so cruelly. The warmth of Olga Discordia's presence filled the chambers, and their people looked upon them with love and admiration. It was a fragile illusion, a fleeting respite from the harsh realities of captivity and loss, but it was all that she had to cling to in this moment.
As Chloe drifted deeper into slumber, her exhausted body surrendered fully to the peaceful embrace of sleep, unaware of the mercenary captain's gaze boring into her back from across the room.
Time passed, the darkness flowing around her like water, carrying her along on its
Lucy removed her armor and she got into bed with Chloe. She laid behind you, her arm wrapped around you and she held you close.
Her slumber was fitful and uneasy; the warmth of Lucy's body pressed against hers felt strange and unsettling, a constant reminder of her captor and all that she represented. Chloe writhed restlessly in the mercenary captain's grasp, her mind filled with conflicting emotions as she struggled to reconcile this new reality with the one she had known before.
The sound of Lucy's steady breathing was like a mantra, lulling her into a state somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. As the hours ticked by, Chloe began to drift deeper into oblivion once more, her exhaustion finally overcoming her unease. In the darkness of her dreams, she found herself returning again and again to that golden age of peace and prosperity under Olga Discordia's reign, reliving those cherished moments as if they were etched into her very
Chloe awoke, hours later, still in the arms of Lucy. But, before where she had resented the Captain's treatment of her... she now embraced it. Chloe would've been put in a group cell with other prisoners, and, they wouldn't had their way with her, brutalising her. Lucy had placed her alone, had removed a damaged tooth she had, and even came to check on her, day to day.
The darkness had receded, replaced by the dim light filtering through the window. Groggily, Chloe blinked a few times, her eyes focusing on the familiar shape of Lucy asleep beside her. A sense of warmth and gratitude washed over her at the memory of how the mercenary captain had cared for her during her slumber; she had never expected such kindness from someone who had once been her enemy.
Aware that time was likely precious, Chloe carefully extricated herself from Lucy's embrace, careful not to disturb the peaceful sleep of the woman who now held her fate in her hands. As she gently sat up on the edge of the bed, she found herself wondering if this newfound understanding and respect meant that there was some hope for them all after all; perhaps they could find a way to work together against their common enemies and somehow rebuild what had been lost.
Lucy woke up and she saw you sitting up, "Why are you awake? Surely, you should be asleep."
"I... I couldn't help but wonder if there might be some sort of understanding between us," Chloe said quietly, her gaze fixed on the floor as she tried to find the words to express herself properly. "We both lost so much, and... I think we can learn from each other." Her voice was gentle and hopeful, her expression open and sincere.
Lucy leaned forward and looked at you in a way that Chloe couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with; even if it was just curiosity. "Hm... I suppose we could learn from each other," she said slowly, seemingly mulling it over. Finally, she shrugged noncommittally and sat up as well. "Let me get dressed and we can talk about this."
Chloe watched as the mercenary captain rose from the bed and began to dress herself in her familiar leather armor.
Lucy stood in front of Chloe, and, she removed her loincloth, revealing her large flaccid dick. Chloe blushed and averted her eyes, Lucy said, "Look at it, Princess."
"I-I don't understand why I must see that..." Chloe stammered, her cheeks burning even hotter as she tried to avoid looking at Captain Lucy's naked form. "It doesn't matter. Our conversation was about our respective cultures and experiences; this isn't what it's about."
Captain Lucy chuckled softly before reaching out to gently but firmly grasp Chloe's chin, forcing her gaze back up towards her exposed member. "Look at how different we are," she said simply, her voice devoid of any malice or mockery. "Your culture values small, delicate features; softness and beauty. And yet here I am, with something that could be seen as grotesque or ugly to you."
Chloe felt a mixture of confusion and reluctant fascination begin to stir within her as she found herself unable to pull her gaz