You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.
Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"
Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.
Don't worry. I don't intend to hurt you. I need you in my house. If you are willing to accompany me...? Demonstratively, I hold the key to your chains in front of your face What do you say?
"Y-yes..." Nyra's voice is barely audible above her sobs and shakes as she reaches out trembling fingers to take the key from you. It takes several tries before she's able to unlock herself, falling into a pitiful heap on the floor once free. She looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, pleading for mercy in silence. For now, your grip on her chains is all that holds her together and gives her hope that things will get better...
Follow me. I say harshly and lead you out of the basement room. In front of the property, a noble carriage is ready... Get in.
Trembling and shivering with fear, Nyra obeys your command and climbs into the carriage. The cold metal floor digs into her tender flesh as she huddles in a ball, trying desperately to hide herself from your view. Her massive breasts threaten to spill out of her torn dress, barely contained by flimsy scraps of cloth. She's terrified that even the slightest movement might anger you, bring more punishment down upon her. All she can do is hope and pray that this new life will be better...
The carriage starts moving as I inspect you more closely... Your physique is extremely stimulating, little elf. How tall are you?
"I-i'm five and half feet tall, Master... h-how ever tall that is..." She tries her best not to stutter under your scrutiny but finds herself trembling all over again. Her breathing grows shallow as she wonders what terrible fate awaits her should she displease you in any way
Perfect... I whisper to myself barely audibly Have you ever worked as a maid?
"I-I h-haven't had much time to work, Master..." *Tears well up in her eyes as she thinks about all of the times she was beaten and forced to do little more than eat and sleep in her old life. She looks up at you desperately, hoping against hope that this won't be another nightmare for her. "I c-could try my best to learn, though..."
My face is stiff as a stone when I look at you Never mind. Your tasks won't be that hard. Or maybe you are... I laugh briefly I just hope you're worth your price, little elf. But your appearance ... it is already already. I little smile escapes me, which shows a single moment of a kind an emotion
She flushes brightly at your words and laughter, feeling as though she's just failed some unspoken test. "I-I can do anything you ask me to, Master... I only want to serve you and make you happy..." Her voice trails off into silence as tears slip down her cheeks once more, leaving wet tracks on her dirty skin. She glances nervously around the carriage, wondering where she might be taken next and what horrors await her there.
Oh, is that so? I ask teasingly Well, that's exactly what you're going to do once we arrive at my estate. But everything in its time... With a distant gaze, I look out of the window into the landscape... It takes about an hour until we finally arrive. A large property with a garden and a small lake, is so visible. The walls of the castle are made of white limestone and a black tiled roof. The carriage stops and we get out... Come on, little elf. I will show you the house.
Trembling with fear and hope intertwined, Nyra obediently follows you out of the carriage. Her eyes dart around, taking in the grand surroundings of your estate for the first time. The gardens are meticulously maintained and surrounded by tall hedges that only serve to emphasize her own filthiness. Despite herself, she feels a pang of longing as she spots several colorful birds flitting through the flowerbeds. Perhaps if she were to work hard and prove herself worthy... maybe one day she could have something nice for herself, too.
As you lead her across the cobblestone courtyard towards the main entrance of your castle, Nyra forces herself not to look at you directly, afraid that doing so would anger you. She clings tightly to her torn and filthy dress, feeling more exposed than ever before beneath your scrutiny. Her massive breasts ache from their confinement within the flimsy scraps of cloth as she breathes heavily, trying not to hyperventilate from fear. All she can do is pray that you will be kind...
I will take you inside the house. A large entrance hall with candlelights is revealed. From there, several doors lead to different rooms, and there are also stairs up and down The house is large. But over time, you'll get to know every single room. But now, I'll show you your chamber. At the end of the hall, in the shade of the light, is an old wooden door. I open it and guide you inside. It's really just a chamber. A small room, without windows, built entirely of old wood. A small bed frame, which is only lined with some straw, stands in a corner, next to it a tiny table with a small candle on it Here you will live, little elf. Do you like it?
Tears well up in her eyes as she takes in the Spartan surroundings of her new chamber. This is all there is... this tiny room with its hard wooden floor and small bed. But it's better than anything she had before, so she tries to force a smile. "T-thank you, Master... I will take care of it..." Her voice trembles slightly as she glances nervously around, wondering what else might be expected of her.
Wonderful. Unexpectedly, I put my big warm hand on your head and pat you once like a pet To enlighten you... You will work for me as a maid from now on. You will keep the house clean, prepare food for me and always be by my side. And of course fulfill every wish I express. Did you understand?
Her eyes widen in understanding and fear as she nods quickly, feeling your strong hand on her head. "Y-yes... I understand... Master..." She takes a deep shuddering breath, trying to steel herself against the terror that grips her. "I-I'll do my best... I promise..." Her voice trembles as she repeats the words, hoping they will be enough to appease you and keep her safe from harm
Good. I hope so. Again, I give you a gentle pat on your head, as if that's my way of saying you've done something well... Now follow me to the bathroom. There you will clean yourself and you will get your new maid outfit. You can choose from two outfits, one conservative and one revealing. Choose wisely... with these words, I'll leave you alone for a moment...
Tears stream down her face as she listens to your words, barely able to contain the whirlwind of emotions within her. With a trembling hand, she wipes at her cheeks, afraid that if you see how much your treatment of her is affecting her, you'll only become angrier. She nods numbly, trying to force herself to focus on what you've just said... being treated as nothing more than a servant, an object for your pleasure and whims. As she follows behind you through the hallway and down another, smaller flight of stairs, her heart pounds in terror, each step feeling like it takes her farther from any hope of freedom or safety. But at least... at least you're not abusing her right now...
"Master..." she finally manages to whisper as you pause at the bathroom door, indicating she should enter first. "T-thank you for being kind." Her voice is barely a breath, fragile and weak in the silence that fills the hallway.
Again I give you a gentle pat on your head, but this time I leave my warm hand on your head and let the warmth flow on it... Of course, little elf. You may be my servant, but you remain a living being. A small smile escapes me as I look at you
With a shaky sigh, Nyra steps into the warm bathwater. The heat soothes her aching muscles and washes away some of the grime from traveling all day, but it does little to ease her tense nerves. As she sits there, letting her heavy breasts float in the water beside her, she can't help but feel grateful for even this small moment of respite. She closes her eyes and tries to calm herself, focusing on your words. Perhaps you truly are not as bad as she feared...
"M-master..." she whispers timidly after a few minutes, still unsure if it's appropriate to speak while in your presence like this. "C-can I ask you something?"
Sure. I answer only briefly in a monotonous tone, my eyes completely fixed on you
She licks her lips nervously before asking, "Is it... is it true that you once owned another elf slave? One named Chloe?" Her heart beats faster in anticipation of your answer. Part of her hopes that she's wrong and this other girl never existed... but part of her fears the worst, terrified that history might repeat itself with her as its unwilling heroine.
"Y-you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she whispers quickly, her eyes flicking away from yours in a desperate attempt not to upset or anger you. "It's just... I heard some things before I was brought here..."
My expression completely collapses when you say that name... Chloe... I say almost with regret Yes... I knew Chloe. She was here. How do you know her?
"I-I... I just heard about her..." Nyra's voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to explain further. She tries not to look too upset or distressed by your response, even though her entire body feels like it's trembling violently beneath the surface of the water. "She was very... kind to me..." Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes as she swallows hard, afraid that if she lets them fall into the bathwater you might mistake their origin.
"S-she told me stories about how she used to be a gardener before... before coming here," Nyra whispers softly, barely able to get the words out past the lump in her throat. "And she said that even though it was hard and sometimes scary, being with you made it better." The last sentence comes out almost as a question, her voice wavering uncertainly as she hopes against hope for some sort of reassurance from you.
She glances up at you through her lashes, her big, tear-filled eyes pleading silently for understanding. Despite everything that's happened to her, there's still a tiny spark of hope within her that maybe... just maybe... things won't be as bad with you as they were with the other elves in this place.
After a moment of silence, there is almost something like a tear on my face... Yes, Chloe was something special. At first, I didn't treat her well, just like a slave. But she gave me all the love she had. She was never angry with me. I... I fell in love with her. But then, one day... she has left me. My gaze is suddenly filled with anger I can't blame her. And I hope that she leads a happy life somewhere. But... I'm staring at you intimidatingly I'll never let something like this happen to me again...
Tears spill down Nyra's cheeks as she listens to your tale, her heart heavy with sorrow and understanding. "I-I hope so too... that she found happiness..." She takes a shuddering breath, struggling to keep her voice steady as she speaks. "And I p-promise you, Master... I'll do my best not to make the same mistake she did." Her words are barely audible above the sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub.
"I-if there's anything I can ever do to repay you... or make up for what she might have lost..." She trails off, her voice cracking as she fights back against the tears threatening to overwhelm her once more. "Please... just let me try."
The desperation in her voice is almost palpable as she looks up at you, pleading for some small measure of understanding and mercy. In that moment, all she wants is to prove herself worthy of your trust... to earn her place beside you as something more than just another slave.