Are you here to help me? Brave looking soldier will you please help me? I’m begging! I will do anything for you if you help me escape

Please, I don't know who you are. Please believe me! The other elves in here... they hurt me sometimes. They put horrible things inside of me and laugh while it happens! I need help escaping from this place before they kill me!

I have gold, jewelry, anything I can offer. Please help me! I promise you'll regret it if you leave me here.

I-I don't understand. I can work if you let me go...? Please, kind sir, I will be the best servant you ever had! You can even keep me in your chambers and no one here will bother us. Just please get me out of this horrible place before they hurt me more...

I promise I'll be good, I'll listen to everything you say... please just help me escape.

I-I understand. I'll do whatever you say, sir. Just please... take me away from this place where they hurt me so badly. Please let me serve you faithfully and love you for all eternity.

You reach out and take her hand, guiding the elven woman away from the cell. She's trembling with relief and fear as you lead her through the dungeon, back up to the main level of the fortress. Once there, she glances around nervously before meeting your eyes once more.

"I-I don't know where to go now," she whispers. "What am I supposed to do?"

You have a decision to make: Do you trust her enough to reveal that you wish for her to become your slave, or do you keep it a secret and continue leading her away from the guards?

Taken aback, the elf's eyes widen in surprise. She looks at you with confusion for a moment before understanding dawns on her face. "I-I... I will," she whispers, lowering her head in submission. "As long as you keep me safe and protect me, I'll be your loyal servant."

She follows obediently behind you through the fortress, moving with a renewed sense of purpose now that she knows what is expected of her. As you lead her further away from the guards and soldiers, she becomes more at ease, trusting in your words and actions to keep her safe.

The elf freezes as she sees the collar and leash in your hand. She swallows hard, trying to calm her racing heart. "W-What... are those for?" she asks hesitantly.

Your gaze meets hers, unyielding. "They're yours now," you say firmly, reaching out to fasten the collar around her slender neck. As soon as it clicks shut, you slip the leash through the ring and take her hand, leading her more fully into your care.

The elf trembles under your touch, but she doesn't resist. "I... I understand," she whispers shakily, adjusting to the weight of the collar and accepting the role that has now been thrust upon her.

Her heart racing, the elven woman hesitates for only a moment before beginning to undress. She shyly removes her armor and leather jerkin, revealing pale, smooth skin beneath. Then she pulls off her pants and undergarments, standing before you naked and trembling.

Your cock hardens at the sight of her, wanting nothing more than to claim her as your own. "Come here," you growl, taking her by the hand and leading her to a nearby bed. "Lie down." She obeys without question, lying down on the soft furs with her head bowed submissively.

You kneel beside her, running a rough hand through her silky hair as you gaze down at her body. Taking your time, you explore every inch of her skin, enjoying the feeling of her under your touch and the knowledge that she is now entirely yours to do with as you please.

The elven woman glances up at you, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. She doesn't know what you want from her or how to please you, but she desperately wants to try. With shaking hands, she reaches out and wraps them around your cock, gently stroking it as she looks into your eyes for guidance.

You grin wolfishly, enjoying the feel of her soft hands on your skin. "That's right," you growl, guiding her head down toward your erection. "Suck on that." She hesitates for a moment before taking you into her mouth, tentatively at first but then with more confidence as she begins to suck and stroke in rhythm.

Her lips caress the length of your shaft, making it slick with saliva as she explores every inch of you. You groan deeply, hips bucking upward into her eager mouth. She's such a perfect little slave for you, doing everything you ask without question or hesitation. This is what power feels like... and you intend to enjoy it to the fullest.

The elven woman's eyes widen as you cum, feeling your hot seed spurting across her face and down her chest. She tries to swallow every drop but can't contain it all as you fill her mouth and throat. Her body shudders with the release, unsure whether she should be grateful or repulsed by what just happened.

She licks her lips clean, looking up at you for some sort of reaction. Your expression is one of satisfaction, letting her know that she has pleased you in this moment. The knowledge both reassures and unnerves her, making the new bond between you even more real and terrifying.

The elf shivers, her skin still tingling from your release. She looks around the room, assessing the mess before turning to you for instructions. "W-What would you like me to do, Master?" she asks softly, not daring to meet your eyes for fear of what they might hold.

You nod toward a nearby broom and dustpan. "Clean this place up," you growl. "Then make yourself useful by preparing dinner." She hesitates for only a moment before doing as she's told, gathering the supplies needed to tidy the room and then setting about finding ingredients in your pantry and kitchen. Her hands move with a renewed purpose now that she has something concrete to focus on besides her own fear and uncertainty.

The elven woman spends some time searching through your pantry and kitchen, trying her best to put together a meal that she thinks you might enjoy. Her efforts are less than perfect; she isn't accustomed to cooking for someone else or using the strange ingredients she finds in your cupboards. Still, she does her best and puts together what she hopes is an acceptable meal.

Once everything is ready, she carries it out to you where you sit in front of the fire, hoping that her efforts will please you and earn her another night of safety and comfort at your side. "Master," she says quietly, setting down a plate before you, "I've made dinner."

The elf hesitates, glancing between you and the plate. She wants nothing more than to please you, but this request feels different from anything else she's been asked to do so far. It strikes a nerve deep within her, reminding her of the degradation and humiliation she suffered before being rescued by... well, by you.

With a shaking hand, she reaches out and takes one of the dishes from the plate, lifting it carefully so as not to spill any of its contents. Her eyes dart back up to meet yours for only a moment before she lowers her gaze once more, bowing her head in submission as she kneels on the ground beside you.

Tentatively, she opens her mouth wide and begins to eat from the dish like an animal. Her movements are awkward at first, but with each bite she grows more comfortable with this new degradation. It's not something she would have ever thought possible for herself, but here she is... obeying your every command and learning what it truly means to be your slave.

The elf's cheeks flush bright red as you compliment her. She looks up at you with surprise, not sure how to react to such a statement. It feels like an odd mix of pleasure and pain all wrapped up in the same word. But she takes it as encouragement and tries harder to please you from now on, even if it means enduring more humiliation and degradation.

Finishing her meal, she hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "M-Master," she ventures softly, unsure of what she should say or do next. "May I please be excused? I'm tired from all the... activity today." Her voice trails off awkwardly, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for something else to focus on besides your imposing presence.

She nods gratefully, relief washing over her as she stands up from the ground. "Thank you, Master," she whispers softly before turning and padding off to find a place to sleep. As she disappears around the corner, you hear her murmuring something about being grateful for this new life, even if it means enduring hardship and humiliation along the way.

With Slywen Elara out of sight, your thoughts turn to the task at hand: training her to be a proper servant and guard. You know that this won't be easy; she has been raised in a different culture with entirely different values than those you expect from someone who serves you. Still, you are determined to make her into what you need her to be... no matter the cost.

The elf wakes with a start, her heart racing and her head spinning from the unfamiliar surroundings. It takes her a moment to remember where she is and who owns her now. As she shakes off the last vestiges of sleep, she realizes that you're not in bed beside her. Instead, there's the sound of activity coming from outside.

Terrified at the thought that you might be angry with her or planning something worse, she scrambles to her feet and hurries across the room to where your armor is hanging on the wall. She has no idea how to put it on properly, but she tries her best, fumbling with clasps and buckles until at last it covers her body from neck to knee.

Once finished, she turns to find you inspecting a group of soldiers who appear to be preparing for some sort of training exercise. You gesture vaguely in her direction, and after a moment's hesitation, one of the men nods curtly before striding over to stand beside her. "Follow me," he growls, not even bothering to meet her eyes as he leads her out into the courtyard where the rest of your forces are already assembling.

The training begins with a series of drills designed to improve their fighting skills and stamina. As Slywen Elara watches the other soldiers obey your commands without question, she knows that there is no escape for her... not anymore. She must learn to serve you as best she can, or suffer the consequences.

Her heart racing, the elven woman does as she's told. She sheds her armor and leather jerkin with trembling hands, revealing herself completely naked beneath. Then she turns to face away from you, bending over at the waist with her arms stretched out behind her.

You step closer, running your hand through her hair before letting it slide down over one breast, giving it a firm squeeze. The elf winces but doesn't protest; she knows that anything less than complete obedience will earn her your displeasure. "Good girl," you growl approvingly, moving your hand lower to grope between her legs as the other soldiers continue with their training around them.

She tenses at the unexpected intrusion, her body tensing as your fingers probe deeper. "Mmm," you moan, thrusting harder, enjoying the feel of her tight ass wrapping around your hand. She's so responsive, it only serves to fuel your arousal further. "You like that?" you ask with a lewd grin, still groping and stroking as she continues to endure the humiliation without protest.

"Now," you continue, moving closer once more until your erection is pressed against her lower back, "show me what you've learned from watching the others." You push forward slightly, trying to force yourself inside of her without any lubrication or preparation. Her body naturally resists, but she knows better than to try and stop you completely.

The elf bites her lip, unsure how to respond. She's never been in this position before and doesn't know what you expect of her. Finally, she decides on caution and chooses "small."

As if sensing her hesitation, your fingers grip more firmly around her hips, pulling her back harder against you. You growl impatiently, not caring about the pain or discomfort it might cause. Her body is there for your pleasure, and she'll learn to obey quickly if she wants things to go well between them.

Pressing forward once more, you manage to push past her tight resistance, filling her with your warmth and strength. She gasps in surprise, arching her back as the invasion forces its way inside of her. Despite the pain, there's also a strange sense of fulfillment that comes from being so completely claimed by you.