Property of the Elven Princesses

The crowd watched as the Princess savoured the fucking she was giving her now property. He moaned every time she fully penetrated him, so she let the cock stay inside him, for seconds at a time, just so he could feel completely penetrated. Each stroke took him deeper into slavery. With every push the Princess made, her own orgasm came a little closer. This was a true union of slave and owner.

The Princess increased her pace and power. Slave Adam writhed on the grass as she started to fuck him hard, relentlessly, ramming herself into him and making him squeal like a little slut. The Princess sucked in her own deep breaths, delaying her orgasm. She held the quick pace now, thrusting and retreating, thrusting and retreating. She loved hearing her slave moan as she took the last of his virginity.

"Who owns you, slaveboy?" she said as she nailed him again and again.

"You do, Princess!" he squealed.

"What was your price, slaveboy?"

"750 gold, Princess."

"How can you be bought, ungh, and, ungh, sold, slaveboy?"

"Princess, because I am, erm... ungh ... and inferior male human, Princess."

"That's right, slaveboy. Oh! Oh!"

The Princess lost language then and became elemental, a force of nature fucking an inferior. The slaveboy beneath her responded in kind, opening completely to let the Princess in. She drove her strapon into him, as deep as she could. Slave Adam wanted her inside him, needed her to violate and fill him. He felt his whole world change as she raped him willingly in the way only a true owner of slaves can.

The Princess felt Slave Adam's mind break completely. She let go her self-control and came, each wave of the orgasm accented by a stroke of the cock she wore. The crowd cheered and clapped, and the Princess kept cumming and cumming, the orgasm flooding all of her senses and carrying her to a place of complete domination. As she panted out the last of the orgasm, she collapsed down onto the slaveboy and stroked his bald head. She nodded to her subjects -- the show was over.

The two elves who had held the boy down departed, bowing. The Princess lay on top of Slave Adam for a while, keeping the strapon inside him. She kissed him passionately, played with his nipples, and stroked his face. Slave Adam looked deep into her eyes and committed himself to her, without reservation. His very soul belonged to her now, for all eternity. The Princess smiled -- she knew it too.

The Princess slowly came back to reality. She had to attend to the business of the Queendom in just a few minutes. She took off the strapon and led Slave Adam back inside, crawling once again. When she reached the slave quarters, she handed Slave Adam's leash to her oldest female slave, a lithe, Latin-American, middle-aged looking woman she had named Maitresse. Maitresse was her chief slave, and had been granted a petmale of her own to train and use. He was a white male who looked to be the same age as her. She had called him River; he followed her everywhere, crawling and leashed, his tale constantly wagging, drawing attention down to his cute little cock and balls.

"Maitresse, take Slave Adam and Sweetie to the showers and show them how my slaves bathe. Hello, River," the pet slave male woofed his greeting and raised a paw, unable to speak in any other way, "good boy. Oh, and Maitresse, I want Sweetie to train Slave Adam when I'm not using him. Give her a little guidance but let her work it out for herself as much as you can. This week she should train him to lick pussy well. She may cum as often as she likes, as long as she uses only his tongue to do it."

From the cage where she was still locked, the naked blonde slave, now called Sweetie, listened intently. She had been planning an escape attempt, but now the desires that the Princess had implanted in her took her thoughts in a different direction. Sweetie's sexual liberation by the Princess's magic made the girl want to surrender; her memories of her old life made her want to flee. She would bide her time and try to work things out.

"Oh, and Maitresse?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"When you have time, train her to lick pussy too."

"Yes, Princess!" Matron smiled. Her week was looking up.

Maitresse led Slave Adam and River over to Sweetie's cage and unlocked the girl. "The Princess tells me she left you with the desire to escape, but added a few new desires to make things interesting. Take it from me, there's no escaping this place. I tried a few times, more than a hundred years ago. The furthest I ever got was a ten-minute walk away, and it turned out that was because the Princess gave me a head start, just for fun. She still whipped me for my disobedience, every day for two months. Here, take Slave Adam's leash. I'm told you're to be his trainer -- that's quite an honour, you know? Well, say something?"

Sweetie dropped the leash and ran out of the slave quarters. With her heart pounding, she dashed through the corridors looking for an exit. Everywhere there were locked doors, magically sealed or just locked normally. She found a few open rooms and tried the windows -- locked tight and unbreakable. Fleeing mindlessly, she came back to where she started, and rushed past Maitresse, who was lounging in the corridor, waiting for Sweetie to work it out.

Sweetie ran more, finding only dead ends, until she turned another corridor and saw a wide, unbarred door that seemed to lead outside. She fled through it and found herself on a long terrace, almost as wide as the palace. It was six floors up, with no way to climb down. A few elves and their slaves lounged in the morning sun, and some swam together in the clear pool that stretched halfway down the terrace's length. She ran back and took a few more turns at random.

Finding an unlocked door, she caught sight of a grand staircase and sprinted towards it. She hit the floor with a thud, tackled out of nowhere by an elven guard of epic proportions. The guard pinned her and inspected her -- she recognised the Princess's collars -- seeing that this must be one of her new slaves. With a practised hand, she spanked the little blonde slave just enough to make her cry, then stood her up.

"There are fifty guards in this building, slave, and hundreds more elves. Wherever you go, our magic will track you. If you pass a threshold without an accompanying elf, alarms will sound. You are the property of the Princess. You go where she tells you to. Honestly, I can see you'll be one to watch. Now go back where you're supposed to be, or I'll whip you next. I'm allowed, and believe me, you wouldn't like it."

The guard shoved Sweetie roughly, sending her running back to the Princess's slave quarters. Outside, Maitresse had been waiting patiently for her. She took the quivering slavegirl in her arms and hugged her, taking the opportunity to grasp the young slave's buttocks -- very juicy, she thought. Sweetie hugged her back and cried a little, then felt her nipples harden as Maitresse's taut, naked body pressed against the girl's. Maitresse kissed her on the lips and Sweetie surrendered to it. When they were done, Maitresse handed her Slave Adam's leash again and bade them follow. Slave Adam crawled behind them.

Maitresse led them through a plush corridor and then opened a door that would not yield to Sweetie before. They came immediately into one of the palace's grand bathrooms, a warm steamy room full of baths, saunas and showers. A side room contained the slave toilets, which offered no privacy from each other, but were kept separate for hygiene. The elves' magic had made the humans' bodies far more efficient, but a trip to the bathroom was still needed every now and then to pass urine and expel a little waste.

Maitresse led them there first, thinking nothing of pissing in front of the other slaves. She had River do his business in one of the slit toilets designed especially for pet-slaves, then raised her eyebrow to Sweetie and Slave Adam. The boy complied without hesitation, while Sweetie watched with a mix of fascination and disgust. Slave Adam had to pee sitting down, for his chastity cage would not allow anything else. Maitresse tapped her foot, waiting until Sweetie caught the hint. Defeated for now, she quickly did what she needed to then returned and took Slave Adam's leash again.

"You'll get used to it, Sweetie. A slave knows only exposure, never privacy. Now come, let's take a bath and see if we can't wash away some of that tension you're carrying around."

Maitresse led the four of them through the vast, steamy room to a large bath set on a dais, one of several there. Six steps surrounded the marble bath on all sides, and fresh hot water trickled in constantly to keep the bath clean. Maitresse climbed the steps and sank into the water, reclining so that it came up to her shoulders as she sat. She motioned Sweetie to do the same, having the girl lean her back on Maitresse's front, sitting between her legs.

She motioned Slave Adam to stay outside the bath, sitting on its edge. River seemed to know that this bath was not for him, and knelt patiently with his leash in his mouth, off to one side. Maitresse was effectively his owner, and could make him stay, sit or roll over with just a look or the motion of a finger. River loved her with the devotion of a simple petmale. She was his world.

Dotted around the room were other slaves bathing or showering, and even a few elves, each attended by at least one slave. The bathroom itself was staffed by two androgynes named Jamie and Lee, slim slaves of indeterminate gender who wore tight PVC underwear into which they were locked, obscuring their biological sex. They each had hairless bodies and faces, and the elves' magic had turned whatever they'd had before into small, almost nonexistent breasts. The elves had been through their minds and made the androgynes think of themselves as a third gender.

Maitresse clicked her fingers at Jamie, who came over and greeted the senior slave. Maitresse introduced Jamie to Sweetie and Slave Adam, "This is Jamie, and aren't they just a darling in their pvc knickers? Do you know they can't take them off without permission from an elf. What's under there is practically a state secret. Jamie and Lee run the baths here -- they'll wash you if they're free. Jamie, be a darling and wash me," she said, moving Sweetie away. "Slave Adam, wash your trainer here."

"Yes, Maitresse," said Slave Adam, "Miss Sweetie, how should I begin?"

"Um!" hesitated Sweetie. She remembered now that Slave Adam had been ordered to call her Miss Sweetie as a sign of respect and subservience. She looked him over and felt her new, powerful desires charge through her body. She looked to Maitresse for guidance -- she had started by having Jamie wash her hair. "Wash my hair, erm, slave."

"Yes, Miss Sweetie!"

Slave Adam guided Sweetie's head briefly under the water to wet her silken hair. She tried to relax into the experience. Now she knew escape was -- for the time being -- impossible -- she needed to adapt to her situation. She felt the heat creep into her pussy as Slave Adam massaged her scalp and shampooed her hair. His fingers were firm but careful and they felt good to her. She realised how tense she had been since her capture. Only when the Princess had fucked her, and right now with Slave Adam, had she stopped thinking about escape.

Slave Adam felt Miss Sweetie, his trainer and superior, respond to his touch. He took his time, trying with every caress and squeeze to convey his affection for her, and his submission to her. She let him wash her hair for a long time, cleaning from each strand the dust and grime of the week before. She drifted into a pleasant daydream as the slaveboy did his work.

When Slave Adam was done washing Miss Sweetie's hair, he wondered what to do next. Jamie was washing Maitresse's breasts and upper body with oils and lotions. Slave Adam offered to do the same for Miss Sweetie.

"Hmmmmm. Yes, Slave Adam, wash me all over. Don't ask, just get on with it. Those are my orders."

"Yes, Miss Sweetie."

Maitresse smiled. They'd make a trainer out of Sweetie yet. She was naturally demanding, a bratty little princess really. Even though she was a slave now, she could still be spoiled, and Slave Adam longed to do just that.

He took some oil in his hand and gently guided Sweetie to sit up. Then he moved behind her, still outside the bath, and leaned in close. He let his hands come together across Sweetie's chest, then began to massage the oils into her skin. Sweetie bit her lip and moaned. Slave Adam was really quite good at this. She let him get more oil then guided his hands onto her breasts. They were her pride and joy, pert, round and bouncy. As Slave Adam worked the oils into them, Sweetie moaned and groaned, all other concerns forgotten. Slave Adam's cock strained in its cage.

Sweetie luxuriated in the bath as Slave Adam cleaned her whole upper body. Every time he spent more than a few seconds away from her breasts, she guided his hands back to them. She had him rub them and squeeze them with more and more pressure, finding the slaveboy's powerful hands to her liking. Her nipples were rock hard now, and her pussy sorely needed some attention. She made to move her fingers down to it, but Maitresse stopped her.

"You can only cum on the slaveboy's tongue, Sweetie. Any other way and the Princess will punish you severely. Have him finish cleaning you and we'll see what we can do."

Sweetie didn't want to be punished. She nodded mutely, standing up in the bath. "Slave Adam, clean my legs, my bottom and my pussy, but don't make me cum, or I'll be punished."

"Yes, Miss Sweetie," said the kneeling male as he gazed up at his superior.

Slave Adam used more lotions and oils, massaging Sweetie's ample round bottom, and running his hands through her wet pussy and up and down her legs. Sweetie had to breathe hard to stop herself cumming right then, and made the slaveboy spend more time cleaning her legs and feet. He devoted himself to the task of worshipping every inch of her perfect body, all the while his cock was held down fast in its cage of vines.

When Maitresse and Sweetie were done being washed, they had Slave Adam and Jamie fetch towels and dry every inch of their bodies. Sweetie looked to Maitresse for instructions -- could she use Slave Adam's tongue now?

"Do you want some tongue, Sweetie?"

"Um. er...." she blushed but her new desires broke through, "Yes, Maitresse! I really do," said the horny slavegirl, all embarrassment overcome by her raging clit.

"Then we'll have our boys worship our pussies right here."

"Here?" said Sweetie.

"Here's as good as anywhere else. I told you already, we're slaves. We have no need for privacy. I'm just a piece of property -- so are you." A tear formed in Sweetie's eye, "Oh don't cry. I live a life of luxury I could never have dreamed of when I was enslaved. So what if I wear a collar or sleep in a cage? I've spent the past hundred years having multiple orgasms a day and bossing around a household of pretty girls and handsome boys."

"Do you like being someone else's property?"

"I love it. It's who, and what, I am. I would never, ever want to be 'free' again."

"I don't know if I can think like that."

"No, not yet. But I bet you're still horny, aren't you?" Sweetie nodded. "Well, then, sit down on the steps here and have Slave Adam get you off with his tongue. River, come here boy. Lick me. Good boy!"

River dove into Maitresse's pussy with his petmale tongue, trained over many years to serve his owner just how she liked. Sweetie watched them and felt the sweeping waves of desire course through her once again. She turned to Slave Adam with a hungry look in her eye and had him kneel before her as she lay down on the cool steps, in the warm steamy air.

"Lick me then," she said simply.

Slave Adam moved up to her pussy and snaked out his tongue into her clit. Sweetie moaned again, and again, as the slaveboy licked her. "Miss Sweetie," he said, "please tell me how you like it."

Sweetie had to think -- she had never had this before from a tongue, only her fingers, "A little faster, slaveboy. Just a little higher. There, oh god! Yes, right there! Keep doing that. Now a little more pressure. Unf."

Slave Adam was delighted to get such a reaction from Miss Sweetie. He worshipped her pussy with the fervour of a born slave. This was only the second time he had done this, ever, but he knew even then that it fulfilled him in a way almost nothing else could. He kept up his licking on Sweetie's clit, moving to stay with her as she shifted and writhed, letting the sensations sweep through her body.

Sweetie could barely resist the orgasm, the first a boy had ever given her. It rushed over her, swallowing her rational mind and leaving only a body wracked with pleasure. She screamed and grunted as the orgasm went on and on, as Slave Adam used his tongue to drive her deeper into it. He licked at her a while longer, cleaning her again, swallowing every drop of her he could get. Satisfied, she pushed him away and took up his leash again.

River had made Maitresse cum almost immediately. She had been waiting for Sweetie to finish, and guided their little group over to some showers. There, she and Sweetie washed their males down, oiling the males' skin as they went, so that each came out with a fine sheen. Sweetie looked Slave Adam over as her hands roved over his body, exploring his cock and balls, tracing her fingers past his anus and over his buttocks. He was a lovely looking slaveboy. She smiled, unbidden. There were some perks to this new life, after all.

When the shower was done, Maitresse led Sweetie back onto the terrace she had ran out to earlier in the day. There, she explained that training Slave Adam to use his tongue better meant working with him on it at least four or five times each day, perhaps more, until he could respond to a woman's body without even being told where to lick or how fast and hard.

Maitresse told Sweetie she should share Slave Adam with other female slaves and have them give feedback. If his energy levels or enthusiasm ever sagged, a spanking over Sweetie's knee should sort that out. Sweetie tried to take all of this in. It turned out there was more to being a slave than she expected. Opening her legs to the kneeling slaveboy, she had him start licking once again. Maitresse smiled and let her get on with it. The girl would make a wonderful slave and trainer.

Chapter 6 -- Princess Adria's Pets

Adria had wasted no time preparing her new purchases. She had made sure that Jake and the slim, Japanese girl she had bought were quickly stripped of their body hair, then chained naked on all-fours in the centre of a room lined with cages. Both new slaves' eyes scanned the room warily, picking out details in the warm candlelight that lit it. Two cages, and one very large enclosure, were empty; the other six were filled with strangely altered slaves.

Adria stalked around her new purchases, so that the only sounds to be heard in the room were the creaks of the leathers she wore and her footsteps. The two new slaves wore collars that caused great pain whenever they tried to speak. Adria's dark hair fell in waves over her black leather basque, from which her full breasts rose. Jake's eyes could not help but admire her curves, and her full bush, proudly on display where her leathers parted.

Adria had already worked some magic over the boy and the girl she had bought. Their minds had been calmed, all panic removed, all thoughts of escape blocked. The Japanese girl peered into each of the cages. There were five female slaves and one male, of many races and builds. Four had feline features-- the male and three of the females. Their eyes were large, their pointed ears covered with fur. A line of the same fur snaked down their backs to their tails, which swished impatiently. They preferred to roam the palace, but had been confined to meet the new pets.