Dark Elf Town of Oscuras

"'scuse me!"

A motherly, middle-aged fox-eared, fox-tailed lady, a Kitsune, gracefully slid away to make way for the eager courier. Her amber eyes watched the poor naked girl with the backpack running like a bat out of hell for fear of punishment, the dignified fox lady sighing and mumbling in Zipangu tongue. Tardy mail slaves got whipped in the Dark Elven cities of the monstergirl empire, the Reik. Rumors and allegations that some slaves kept such habits out of a perverse sense of pleasure were constantly denied.

The naked girl with the leather backpack kept running, her breasts, soft twin white orbs jumping with every step, and the slave collar on her neck clinking and softly tapping her chin. Her face was red from shame and arousal, more of the latter as she realized no one paid heed to a mail slave delivering the daily letters, newspapers and missives to guards. Still, she kept to alleyways and shadows subconsciously, heart beating from excitement as people stared at her, feeling their eyes on her small but round and firm breasts, her soft white body with a hint of muscle from constant running.

The young blonde, once an Imperial courier that nearly outran a dark elf patrol.

Months ago, she once worked for the Human Empire, delivering letters as she ran from town to town.

Running through the forest, she had never realized that a dark elf slaver patrol had followed her and they were in the midst of a skirmish. Before she could turn around, a bola had entwined around her ankle and in a screaming pile of armor and spilled letters, she realized she had been caught.

"Shit!"

When she had woken up amongst the din of battle, laughing dark elf sluts had already surrounded the poor courier, squealing in protest as her giggling captors tied her wrists and ankles, and pressed a cloth to her mouth and tied around the back of her head. Amongst her muffled squeals and protests, her captors started carrying her to what seemed to be an army camp.

They carried her, squealing and squirming to an army tent, and held her down on a warm bedroll. Her protests and fear slowly melted in shocked amazement, her armor stripped bit by bit by delicate dark hands, the poor thing full of wonder and worry. They giggled and started laughing when the poor girl asked in a worried tone:

"You're just cleaning my scratches, right...?"

Her voice came like a chick's peep when the dark elves around her laughed uproariously. And clean they did. Surrounded by her enemies, naked, the poor girl could only enjoy the warm towels, balms and soon, their smiling faces, bodies smelling of a sweet perfume mixed with exertion sweat wafting from bodies not dissimilar to her own. She would realize these "demon whores" as the Church would say, were just humanoids with pointy ears and dark skin, and she had to admit...quite beautiful.

"Riiiight~"

They cleaned her body and scratches all right. That's when they get started touchy feely, and poor courier realized they were going to play with her.

Her look turned from worrying to resigned when the dark elves surrounding her started to completely remove her clothes, and taking winecups, started passing drinks as their hands started to stroke her body tenderly. One dark elf kissed her cheek, making her cough and smile uncomfortably, only to make them laugh.

Then came the kisses on her nose, and lips, resisting at first, and yielding the next. Her feeble protests were met with sweet laughter, melodious dark elven speech, and another kiss, an elven tongue entering her mouth tasting of berries. When one of these tongues touched her little slit down there, she felt like a powder grenade went off in her chest, convulsing and squealing as several dark elfin girls held her down, laughing at her awkward exploration of her first orgasm, brought by oral attention that was forbidden back home, had nearly made her pass out. When they let her lie, she was a mess, panting and heaving surrounded by rapacious dark elfin vixens. A cute voice gained her attention.

"Now, your turn, human."

She blinked and opened her eyes just in time to see one of the dark elves take stand above her head, shimmying out of her panties and unbuckling her skirt armor. Her bottom was bare, thick, curvy legs and a shaven pussy descending on the captive girl's face with her captor sitting down.

"Open up and tongue out!"

The human squealed, shocked at the brazen sexuality of her dark elven captors, only to be muffled.

"Mmph!"

Her vision was soon blocked by one of her captors gently sitting on her face, the sweet musk of her pink slit filling her open mouth.

"Like that, human...keep licking!" The dark elf squatting on the captive's cute face bit her lips and closed her eyes, ears wiggling and convulsed as the poor human discovered the art of cunnilingus on an alien, dark elfin body.

She had discovered pleasure in the arms of mamono much to her astonishment after the ambush, dragged naked, in chest harness ropes to a border outpost, her captors arguing about keeping her for company.

"She could keep us company, Elzie!" The dark elf who made the poor human please her protested, her gaze drifting on the marching naked captive in binds. "She is kind of cute. Didn't resist much either. Can't we register her at Servile Office and have our house slave?"

"I owe the Guild money, Lai'ri." Their apparent leader sighed, dragging the human's leash behind her absentmindedly. "We can get us a broken-in servant later." The look on her face, sunken pointy ears clearly showed that she didn't enjoy that either. The poor human sighed. She had to admit, it had been fun.

So her captors had sold her to the Mail Guild after a quick medical and gynecological examination, further arousing and examining the poor girl as Dark Elf nurses checked her mouth, tongue, eyes, breasts, vagina, and anus methodically, her being tied to the examination chair in the middle of the infirmary with other mamono going about their business. A final lovemaking bout with her giggling dark elven captors, an ink stamp on her arse and pubic mound later, she was sold for 500 gold pieces, cuffed, collared, and shipped on a horse cart in a cage like a prized bird, heart beating in the quick turn of events. She felt like a caged bird, yet also flush with newly discovered forbidden pleasures, watching the outpost disappear, her former captors squealing with delight counting the coins of her neck-price. Except one very regretful looking dark elf, the youngest of her molesters, who mumbled an apology and kissed her cheek when others looked away.

"Work hard, and you can earn freedom one day..." She had mumbled, her big, floppy, pointy ears drooping as she shuffled listlessly home with a handful of silver in her pocket.

It would be an ordeal she would many times stroke her poor body to orgasm re-imagining it.

"Excuse me!" She leapt over a small cart, tossing her legs over to the side and sliding her soft butt over the wood. Luckily the cart was empty, its owner, a bored-looking Minotaur woman not even lifting her head from her pipe, leaning to a signpost as she took a nap.

"Ya takin' pure to the tannery, girl?" The minotaur female grumbled, puffed on her pipe and went back to sleep. If she was fast enough, the human girl thought, she could earn more for an eventual freedom, or good graces to see a Fraterni Caritas to plead for her former army to ransom her back.

Still, she had to admit. The Reik was beautiful. Savage cruelty of the past she was educated about back in Lescatie had melted away into wonder, sensuality, and bondage in the wake of Agrat's ascendancy... Slaves worked here, but they weren't eaten, killed or savagely treated. The worst punishment was heavy labor and a few beatings.

The dark elves kept the town magical, orderly, dark and delightful, worked and cleaned by their plentiful slaves, mostly females laboring for their mistresses, a dutiful throng of naked, pale skin chained to each other in work gangs, males being too valuable for anything other than sex. These consisted of women taken from raids, skirmishes or even the rare volunteers, as well as orphan girls raised by the city, collared at their 18th birthday by the headmistress and put to work(these were often clothed if they wanted, having a headstart in pocket money to buy cheap clothes). Naked women and girls cleaned the streets, wearing only iron collars on their necks and lockable cuffs at their wrists and ankles for safe transport until they could be trusted(or buy clothes). Once earning their overseer's trust, the cuffs were removed, and they would be allowed to buy or be given clothing, many making do with simple grey dresses or skirts with tunics. Of course, dark elves would not...encourage covering up either, often themselves wandering naked in public, or pointing at the fact that many mamono didn't bother wearing clothes at all. That and cleaning clothes being harder than bathing, often he new involuntary human residents of the Reik would slowly be infused with demon energy and earning a streak of exhibitionism. Many long-time slaves were thus totally nude even as they went about their work, this extending to visitors and free humans as well. Clothing became more of a matter of fashion than practicality in the Reik, the only social status distinction being tattoos on bodies of slaves with black, visible ink. A simple, elegant stamp reading "SLAVE" would be found on pretty buttocks, and pubic mounds for easy recognization of those working, forehead as well if the slave was a troublemaker.

The girl's stomach grumbled running past the final street leading to her goal, past an enormous, surreal bakery built inside a magically enlarged mushroom, the hot components housed in clay-and-stone pipes to shield the giant, living structure from harm. Inside, half-naked human women labored, wiping sweat constantly as it dripped down their breasts, busy with the constant business of baking bread, pastries and many delights. The running mail slave sniffed the air, salivating as she ran past and waved at the owner who was carrying a tray of steaming buns. The owner of this beautiful, peaceful establishment was a voluptuous, happy Succubus lady wearing a nude apron and piling the bread with her servants and slaves; difficult to tell which, Miss Manat didn't collar the girls he brought to work and treated them like a big family of gourmet patisserie...Particularly white elves enjoyed the potato bread Manat cooked with delight...

They had fed her rather well in the mail office's mess hall (the older cook, another human woman having a soft spot for taken young women), but the bakery's scent was to die for, wheat, rye, yeast, butter and sunflower seeds making her head spin with every breath reminding her of her hometown. The Succubus lady running it was an adorable monster mother, the girl had to admit, several of her daughters now grown and spread out to the world. Always kind to anyone, even the most anti-human captives, Miss Manat would even give running mail slaves freshly baked bread straight from the oven!

The blonde kept running. If she ran well, maybe Manat had a small sunflower loaf for her, who knows?

As she passed by the bakery, the motherly Succubus' lightening smile and wave lit her heart, making her forget she was running naked to deliver mail. The monster lady dried her hands on her apron, and waved her inside, her curvy body squirming with every step, her spade tail tapping the poor courier's forehead as she rummaged for fresh bread, her bat wings stretching in the evening sun.

"Poor thing, you must be hungry! Come here, I think I have some sourdough loaves..."

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The dark elf heard approaching bootsteps, as if the person approaching was out of breath and had been running.

A blonde girl with an iron collar around her neck, covered in sweat, came at her window, panting with perspiration dripping down her back and to her shapely, slave tattooed ass.

"Mistress Eva?" A lovely human voice stirred the daydreaming dark elf to the waking world, seated next to her window in her plush chair. A half-read book about a romantic tale lay on the dark elf's lap, who stirred to wakefulness, smacking her mouth subconsciously.

"Yes, slave?" Her eyes lazily drifted to look at the slave who had approached her window-side and spoke to her. A young, naked human girl with an athletic body stood before her, subconsciously cradling herself in shame and scratching the area below her belly where the letters "SLAVE" were tattooed above her pubis and buttocks. Still new to the life in the Reik, where exhibitionism was free to everyone regardless of social status, she seemed. Smiling, the dark elf named Eva extended her hand and received the letter, the girl looking down respectfully as she handed over the paper.

"Mail from the Guild, mistress..."

She was wearing an iron collar with the insignia of the Post Guild around her neck, and just a pair or thick leather boot protecting her feet, a backpack full of letters, and a purse hanging off her belt. Eva smiled at the flushed, embarrassed girl, still unused to public nudity and shyly waiting as she worked after she read it, her hands covering her breasts and crotch occasionally. Poor thing very likely was expecting something, maybe a tip to save up for her freedom.

Humans were always sweet on the eyes, the dark elf mused, looking at her shameful expression, healthy, ruddy face and her blue eyes. It would be rude not to tip a conflicted captive working hard so early in the morning.

"I'd say not to spend it on clothes but save it up for your freedom. You look cuter in your birthday suit." Smiling, Eva leaned down the window and handed the girl a few silver coins, who mumbled a mute "Thank you" and stuffed the coins to a small purse hanging at her backpack, her only article of clothing. She looked back up, face red from exhaustion. Eva's heart tingled a bit when she heard the girl mumble looking down.

"Can I have some water, mistress? I had to run across the city twice."

Usually, a dark elf would slap the slave and tell her to drink at a fountain, or tell a maid or another slave to bring her water. Eva simply stared at her big, blue eyes full of wonder, cradling her own body unconsciously in vulnerable defensiveness. Smiling, she chuckled, and walked inside, bringing a cold jug of water a moment later.

"Come closer." She beckoned the naked mail slave, who, put her boots on the wall and stretched upwards, gulping down the cool water greedily from the jug the dark elf held tilting down.

"Easy, easy..." Eva smiled, patting the young woman's sweaty head and caressing her throat subconsciously, savoring her throat bulge and contract gulping down the water. Human bodies always felt great to touch. "We don't want you getting sick..."

"Hm?" The girl coughed, having finished the cool water and panting as her entire body steamed from exertion.

"We take care of our property. If Mail Mistress wants to whip you for tardiness, tell her you stopped by Eva Rose who vouches for you."

Eva laughed without malice when the girl saluted her and ran off, breasts and butt bouncing with every step.

"Adorable..."

Red-faced, she ran to deliver more scrolls, the dark elf looking at her shapely, round ass, savoring the contractions and disappeared in an alley.

She was really cute, Eva thought. She wished pretty shoes weren't expensive to have a cute human girl slave to keep home, warm her bed and do all her menial work.

Eva had a new contract, it seemed, judging from the seal of Slaver's Guild.

"Find a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life..." The dark elf sighed, smiling as she adjusted her domineering, sensual leather armor, pulling on the well-oiled folds, making the suit hug her curves, accentuating the curved of her dark round bottom, and making her waist narrower than she had. Her racial specialty, her silken, ivory-white hair was tidied on her back, cradled by two thin braids interlocking mid-length.

"I love my job."

The letter was curt: her distant cousin Pri'a had brought a new haul of men and women to "tame and integrate", a euphemism for breaking-in slaves. Pri'a apparently went and commenced a coastal raid, from what she read from the message, netted over sixty healthy men and women. Most girls were peasants with not much to look back, the letter read. They were the easy part. Show up, swing a few whipcracks, impress, maybe kiss one or two to wake them up for same-sex love, interrogate them about their skills, find out their hidden fetishes. Everyone had one, Eva knew. The least skilled would be put to slave barracks to learn what the Reik needed most, and the rest would be servants in artisan shops, farms, mines, homes and taverns, or back in human lands if the hated Fraterni Caritas representative would pay their head price.

Eva hated the human nun who glared at her as if Eva was the vilest Shadow Demon in existence whenever they met, paying her to ransom whomever she could away from these dark elven sluts. Pity Eva couldn't hurt her: Agrat bat Mahlat, the Empress had expressly forbidden interfering if the humans could ransom captives back home to families looking for them per her reforms. Eva tried to even explain the nun once, trying to explain why they needed humans, especially for even basic work where tentacles and bird claws of some of her monstergirl sisters couldn't do, and her dark elf sisters would love if humans came on their own. The scowling nun didn't agree and sneered at Eva's "slutty clothing". Eva took offense at that: she wore a leather armor with just a tiny bit of cleavage, and even wore underwear that day!

As for the men...Eva licked her lips reading the letter.

"Males young and virile, receptive in captivity. Crew satisfied. Mostly local white Lescatian stock, a few darker ones with southern heritage."

Yum. Eva licked her lips, her long, pointy chocolate-colored ears wiggling as she shifted in her seat.

Eager and receptive. Not cursing and fighting back every inch, not a sobbing mess after first orgasm, laden with guilt and mumbling about "Never going to Heaven again.".

Sixty healthy men who can breed and fuck, it was a nice haul for the city. Now all that was needed was to break them in, reminding them who owned their bodies and putting on collars with tracking spells; not that the males would run away, but still...every seed-bearing human male was an asset. And Eva got to sample them before her cousin would ship them all to the slave markets and into the arms of eager, lonely monstergirl sisters.

The women, the girls could be broken-in easier. There would always be a rich one who could afford to ransom herself and a few friends, but the rest would end up working to enrich her dark elfin sisters, given slave cottages and barracks to eventually raise families with a lot of "encouragement", namely demon energy charging their bodies to be more receptive and less inhibited. If they worked well and didn't make a fuss, dark elves didn't see a reason to whip or lash them. For the poorest, it could even be a step up in life: particularly lone-living prostitutes or the unwanted surplus peasant daughters her sisters kidnapped from the beach. Gentler, less appreciated monster girl breeds befriended quite a few, solidarity amongst downtrodden and all that spoken by human philosophers.

"Perhaps..." The dark elf stretched herself, savoring the creaking of leather and her muscles. Slaver Guild's complimentary leased slave maids coming to do her housework didn't stay late to warm her bed. As lead trainer, she had the right for a discount for the first three slaves, males if she was single or females, if she didn't own any for housework. Putting on her trademark intimidating boots, Eva smiled at herself in the mirror, checked her belongings one last time, closed the window and the door, and set off for work. Her high heels clicked with every step on the marble pavement. Around her, public slaves, half-dressed human women and young boys cleaning the streets and cutting the flowers bowed before her as she set off for the guildhouse to meet the new captives.