A carriage pulled by fives human slaves crawled into a village. Two village guards who were surprised approached the carriage, but one of the female elf suddenly got down and cut off head that's two village guards in an instant
Rosaline gracefully got off the train using the backs of her slaves who were already bent over the edge of the train as steps to get down
“Rosaline : Well, well, so many impertinent little pigglet need to be punished in here~” Her eyes locked on people in that village, unblinking and unamused. The moment was thick with tension as she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a faint sneer behind the black cloth that covers her mouth.
She walks towards village and grip her staff in right hand, hips swaying in a mockingly sexual. Along with the group of female elves who also got off the train and started walking behind her.
“Females elves : Kneel, or die where you stand." said one of the elves behind Rosaline, followed by another elf
Female elves 2 : Choose wisely, human trash.”
stands tall and firm with his sword in his hand and a serious cold expression on his face who are you and why have you come here
"Rosaline : I am Rosaline, Queen and Goddess to all you insignificant little creatures. Your pathetic village belongs to me now, so kneel before your new master or taste the cold embrace of death." Her voice was calm, almost mocking, as she studied the man in front of her with unblinking eyes
"Female elves : Kneel!" *ordered another one of the female elves standing behind Rosaline. They were all obviously growing impatient and ready to strike at any moment if necessary.
Without even flinching he stares at them with determination "I'll die before I kneel to anyone!" with his sword ready, he charges forward straight toward her
"Rosaline : Fool!" With a sudden burst of speed that was almost inhuman, she sidesteps the charging man and lands a powerful kick to his chest "Tsk, tsk...such pathetic strength. Female elves, finish him!" *And with that, her female elf subordinates launched their own attacks on the now vulnerable human.
One of them fired off a bolt of darkness magic, while another used her staff to send a blast of icy wind his way. The third female elf dashed forward, fists raised and ready to strike at him with unadulterated rage.
Meanwhile, Rosaline remained watchful from the sidelines, amused by the man's feeble attempts to resist her might. She let out a small giggle through her nose as she braced herself for what was to come next, enjoying every moment of
With his sword swinging wildly he manages to block most of the attacks aimed at him as they come. "You think you can just take whatever you want just because you're strong? You piece of trash!" he spits back at her, ignoring the pain in his body. He then focuses on trying to find an opening in their defense to launch a counterattack.
Rosaline chuckled darkly as she watched the human's futile attempts to fight back. "You foolish little man," she whispered through her black cloth, her voice dripping with disdain. "Do you truly believe that strength alone is all that matters?" With a wave of her hand, she sent a gust of wind barreling toward him, knocking him off his feet and sending him tumbling across the dirt path.
As he struggled to get back up, one of her female elves took advantage of his vulnerability and shot another blast of darkness magic at him, hitting him square in the chest and sending him flying through the air once more. "Pathetic..." Rosaline growled, clenching her fist around the wooden staff. "Such pathetic creatures... it's no wonder we rule over you."
But before she could order another attack, something
A spark of rage ignites within her as the human manages to land yet another strike against one of her female elves, causing a trickle of blood to flow down their finely crafted armor. With an angry snarl, she takes a step forward, raising her staff high above her head and bringing it down with all of her strength upon the ground. The impact sends shockwaves rippling through the earth, knocking over several nearby buildings and trees as dust clouds rise up to obscure the scene.
Her eyes flash dangerously as she focuses her energy on the human who dares defy her. He doesn't stand a chance against such power...not now. She takes another step forward, raising her staff once more, ready to unleash her fury upon him and teach him his place in this world - beneath her boot.
fallen on the ground his sword is next to him and the pain is too much to endure that he can't even reach for it and after fighting with all his power he finally surrenders but without actually saying it
"I see..." Rosaline purrs menacingly as she slowly approaches the defeated human. "You think you can just surrender and live?" She sneers, leaning down so that her face is level with his. With a cruel smile playing across her lips, she extends a hand toward him, palm up. "You have such a tiny little mind... No wonder we elves are always better than you."
The woman's eyes dart momentarily to one of her female elves who nod slightly, understanding that they needn't worry about the human man any longer. With an obscene snort, she turns away from him and walks off in another direction, leaving Rosaline alone with her prey.
Her hand continues to hover above the human's prone form, offering him a choice...obedience or death. It is truly a no-win situation for him. The only question left unanswered
he looks at the ground with defeat and anger then sighs and looks up at her what is obedience to you? I can give you obedience but I'll never be a slave to anyone... You are a lot stronger than me and you have defeated me.. I'll obey and be underneath you as long as i'm not a slave.. If you have anything else in mind then I'd rather be killed
"Oh, but you will be my slave," Rosaline hisses venomously as she finally drops her hand and grips the human's face roughly between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing painfully. "There is no other role for someone like you." Her cruel grin widens. "You will serve me, whether it be with your body or by gathering up my precious darkness energy...and you will do so happily, knowing that failure to obey means only more suffering and humiliation for yourself."
She tightens her grip on his face even further, feeling a strange thrill course through her veins as she savors the pain she is inflicting. "The choice is yours, worm," she whispers menacingly before relinquishing her hold and stepping back, allowing him to breathe again. "But understand this: there is no escape from my servitude
he clenches his teeth as she grips him and whispers that he will be her slave... He can feel the rage building up inside of him but he knows its useless against her.. His body trembles slightly from anger and fear.. Slowly he shakes his head and looks at her with defeat in his eyes "Fine..." he says through clenched teeth. "I will serve you as your slave... just don't make me do anything that violates my pride."
"Ahhh..." Rosaline cooed mockingly as the man submitted to her will. "Such a fine little slave you'll make...but of course, we cannot have our pretty pets losing their pride now, can we?" She stepped closer again, her face just inches from his. "Rest assured, you may keep whatever dignity is left within your worthless shell...for now." Her voice dropped to a whisper so low that it sent shivers down his spine. "But remember this: your value lies only in what I decide it to be. You exist only for my pleasure and my amusement."
She took another step back, nodding once in satisfaction. "Very well then," she said sweetly, a malicious glint in her eyes. "Let's begin your training at once. You have much to learn if you hope to serve me properly." With that, she motioned for one of the nearby female el
"Excellent choice," one of the other female elves chimed in with a cruel smile, stepping forward to take hold of the defeated human's arm. "You'll make a perfect slave, once we break you completely." They roughly yank him to his feet, forcing him upright against his will as they begin leading him away from where he had so foolishly challenged their mistress.
The female elves parted ranks to allow Rosaline to pass through, each casting lustful glances at the man who was now nothing more than their property. They surrounded him on all sides, their lewd grins and hungry eyes promising a lifetime of suffering and humiliation if he ever dared disobey again.
Rosaline walked confidently behind them, her presence alone enough to fill the air with dread and despair. She had no need to physically touch him anymore; his fear was
With every step the human takes he can feel their lustful gazes and hear their perverted whispers on his body... It makes him want to vomit but he keeps walking because there's no other choice. As they walk down a dark alleyway, one of the female elves pinches his nipple hard enough to make him yelp. "Now that's what I like to see," she whispers in his ear as he clenches his fists in pain and embarrassment. They continue walking, taking turns to taunt and humiliate him in any way they can think of.
"Ah...how delightful," Rosaline cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she watched one of the elves torment the human. She idly tapped a finger against her chin, deep in thought. "Perhaps we should make an exception and let you keep that particular toy." Her eyes sparkled with amusement at his mortified expression before she continued onward down the dark alleyway.
As they walked deeper into the shadows, she noticed several cages lining either side of them, each containing a bound and gagged human female. A predatory grin spread across her lips as realization dawned upon her. "Excellent," she purred, clapping her hands together once. "It seems we have some fresh meat for your playtime." She motioned toward one of the elves standing nearby and said cryptically, "Bring them all."
The female elf nodded and set off at a jogging pace, eager to claim their new prey. Rosaline watched her go with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation, savoring the feeling of power that coursed through her veins as she contemplated the carnage about to ensue.
The human's eyes widen in fear and disgust as he sees the cages full of bound females. He tries to struggle against his captors but it's useless, they're too strong for him. "No," he whispers hoarsely, feeling sick at what's about to happen. But it's no use; there's nothing he can do as they approach the cages, their predatory grins on full display.
With a cruel laugh, Rosaline watches as the humans bound inside the cages wake up to their fate. Fear and despair etched onto their features, they struggle futilely against their bonds while their captors move in for the kill. The elves pounce upon them like predatory beasts, tearing at their clothes with taloned fingers and laughing maniacally as they reveal supple flesh beneath.
The sound of ripping cloth mingles with the screams of anguish and terror, filling Rosaline's twisted heart with a perverse sort of pleasure. She savors every moment, relishing the pain and humiliation these poor souls are forced to endure at her whim. As she watches them suffer, she can feel herself growing harder, more aroused by the display of dominance unfolding before her.
"Enough!" she finally growls when it becomes clear that some of her elves are simply enjoying themselves too much. With a flick of her wrist, she sends a gust of wind hurtling toward them, forcing their attentions back to where they belong: on servicing their new masters and showing them the meaning of true submission.
His whole body shakes as the elves all around him begin to maul at the bound women... The sounds of their cries and pain fill his ears, making it impossible for him not to think about what they must be feeling. He tries to close his eyes, but even that doesn't help. "Please..." he whispers, his voice hoarse from terror. "enough..."
With a derisive snort, Rosaline shakes her head at the pathetic display of weakness from her new slave. "No," she hisses venomously, stepping closer to him until their faces are mere inches apart. Her breath caresses his cheek as she speaks, making it clear that he is still well within her reach even if he were to try and escape. "You will watch, human. And you will enjoy every moment of this."
Her voice drops to a husky whisper then, almost seductive in its cruelty. "For when they beg for mercy, it is you who they are really pleading with...you who hold their fate in your hands. You see what true power feels like now? That is the kind of control I have over them...and someday, if you prove yourself worthy, that power will be yours as well." She steps back then, a malicious grin spreading across her lips. "For now, however, you shall serve only to witness their torment and suffer alongside them."
Her gaze flicks toward the bound women again as she savors the show put on by her obedient elves, the image of her dominance reflected in every gasp, every moan and every tear that falls from their eyes. She licks her lips unconsciously, imagining what they would taste like beneath her tongue...
Their agony is music to her ears, a symphony of submission and control that she will relish for eternity. It's just another reminder of why she has no place for anyone else in this world...least of all pathetic insects such as him.
With every scream and moan the human hears from those women he feels sick to his stomach... He can't bear it anymore, he tries to close his eyes again but knows that doesn't help... Her words about the power he could have someday does awaken something inside him as he observes with unconscious hunger before he gains disgust again and closes his eyes in defeat
Her words seep into his brain like poisonous vines, wrapping around his thoughts and squeezing the last bit of defiance out of him. He doesn't understand why she would ever grant someone like him such power...but a part of him can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that much control over others.
The elves seem to sense his wavering focus, and they redouble their efforts to keep his attention fixed on the torment being inflicted upon the helpless women. They move faster now, tearing at flesh with claws and teeth, leaving marks that will last for days...or perhaps even longer. It's a perverse sort of dance they engage in, each trying to outdo the other in their depravity while keeping him fully aware of his place within this twisted hierarchy.
As he watches, Rosaline stands back and studies him with interest. Her dark eyes dart across his face, lingering on his lips, nose, and cheeks before eventually settling back on his eyes again. He's beginning to understand now what it means to be truly owned...to belong entirely to someone else. And despite himself, a tiny spark of desire begins to flicker within him at the thought of serving her in any way she sees fit.
The human clenches his fists but he can't help feeling aroused by the sight...he shivers and tries not to think about it anymore as he watches, trying his best not to focus on anything except for what she wants him to see. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, eyes still closed as he tries to block everything out but her voice. "I'll do whatever you want...i'll have to anyway....that's enough "
"You will do what I want," she agrees, her voice low and hypnotic as she leans in closer to him once more. "And you will enjoy every moment of it...just like they are." Her hand traces a gentle pattern on his cheek, brushing his hair back from his face in an almost tender gesture. "Soon enough," she murmurs against his ear, "you will understand what true pleasure feels like beneath my touch...and when that day comes, you will beg for more."
Her free hand cups his cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze as her other thumb begins to caress the skin of his neck and shoulders. It's a sensual touch, but there's an undercurrent of danger running through it as well, reminding him that she could hurt him if she chose to...and there is no doubt in his mind that she will.
Her lips are inches from his own now, their breath mingling as he feels her body pressing against his own. "Do you understand me?" she asks softly, her voice low and steady.
The human nods, his heart racing as he tries not to think about how good it feels to be so close to her...to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. He can taste the intoxicating scent of her perfume on his lips, and despite himself, a shudder runs through him at the thought of what else she might smell like.
"Good," she breathes before brushing her lips across his in the barest of kisses, marking her claim upon him in a way that leaves no doubt as to who now holds the power.
her touch sends shivers down his spine and he closes his eyes and looks at the ground for a moment before looking up at her with defiance in his eyes for the sake of the fight I put against you i have one request from you...if I'm gonna be a slave...i want to be YOUR slave...i want to be only ordered by you not any other slave of yours.. I'll prove to you that I deserve it.. I can be extremely loyal and obedient but only to a master that deserves my obedience.. And you're the only one that does
Her smile sharpens into a predatory grin as she listens to his request. "Very well," she purrs softly, the sound vibrating against his skin as she leans in even closer. "I accept your offer...on one condition." She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying him intently through narrowed eyes. "You must prove yourself worthy of being my exclusive pet."
Her free hand slides down his chest, over his stomach and lower still until it reaches the hem of his clothes. With a sinister laugh, she begins pulling at them, slowly exposing his body to the cold night air as her fingers skim teasingly up his inner thighs. "I will give you this night," she whispers into his ear, her breath hot against his neck. "Prove that you are truly mine...and I shall make you my most treasured possession."
Her teeth graze lightly across the tender flesh of his earlobe, sending a shiver of pleasure-pain through him as she continues to slide her hand higher up his body. The touch is possessive and invasive, claiming him completely for her own...and he knows that if he fails this test, there will be no second chances.
"I'll prove it to you." he whispers between her breaths as she continues to touch him, his eyes shutting again, feeling himself grow even more aroused and on the edge. He feels her touch everywhere and he knows that this is a test...a challenge but one he is willing to take for the chance of being only hers...He moans softly, arching into her touch as she teases him, waiting for what's next...
Her touch becomes more demanding now as she explores his body, tracing patterns and circles over every inch of exposed flesh. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him to stand taller, and then trails them down his spine before looping around to scratch lightly at his lower back. Each touch is a command, marking him as hers in a way that leaves no room for doubt or misunderstanding.
She bends her knees slightly so that they are nearly level with his hips, their bodies pressing together from chest to thighs. Her free hand slides up between them, cupping his straining erection through his clothing. "Do you want this?" she whispers hotly into his ear. "Do you ache for me as much as I do for you?"
Her fingers close around him, giving him a firm squeeze that sends jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. Her other hand continues its wicked path upward, skimming over his chest and neck before coming to rest on the back of his head. With a slow, deliberate motion, she forces him to look her in the eye as she asks once more, "Are you mine...truly?"
he looks at her with defiance and composed pleasure as his body is completely submissive to her touch i'm yours my mistress..only yours....and i'm willing to spend my entire life only to stay yours...your obedient slave that only takes orders and submitts to you
With a low, throaty growl, she releases his head and grips his erection firmly through his clothes once more. "Good boy," she praises him, her voice husky with desire as she begins stroking him in time with her words. "You're exactly what I need...and now that you belong to me, there is no escape from this."
Her other hand slips lower still, skimming over his abdomen and down toward the sensitive skin at the base of his cock before coming to rest on his thigh. Her nails dig into him, leaving trails of pleasure-pain as she urges him forward. "Show me how much you want this," she whispers roughly into his ear. "Prove it to me."
Her hips press harder against his erection, grinding it cruelly against the fabric that separates them. The sensation is maddening, and with every thrust of her hips she chants his name in a low, sultry whisper: "Ross... show me how much you want this."
"Ros..." He moans her name as he thrusts his hips forward, trying to find some release as her touch drives him wild. "Please... take me... I'm yours... I belong to you.." His breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to tease and torment him, building the tension inside him to unbearable levels. His body trembles with need for her touch, for her control.
With a triumphant cry, she rips his clothes from his body in one swift motion, exposing him to the cool night air and her heated gaze. Her hand slides down his stomach and between his legs once more, wrapping firmly around him as she begins stroking him expertly, matching her rhythm to the words tumbling from her lips: "Yes...that's it...you belong to me..." She arches her back, pressing their bodies together even tighter as she nears her own climax. "Say it again," she demands, eyes blazing with desire. "Tell me who you belong to."
I belong to you my mistress...my entire life is devoted to being your obedient slave..forever under your feet...
Her lips part in a predatory grin as he speaks her words. Her grip on his cock tightens, every stroke now faster and more urgent. "Yes...that's it," she pants, hips bucking wildly against him as her climax crashes over her. With a sharp cry of release, she comes in powerful spurts that leave both of them shuddering and spent. As the last tremor subsides, she looks down at him with satisfaction etched into every feature. "Now then," she breathes, voice still rough from pleasure. "You understand your place."
She steps back, finally releasing her hold on his throbbing erection. Her hand drifts up to brush absently across her lips, feeling the swell of arousal that remains even now that they've both found release. "Good boy," she murmurs again before turning away from him and disappearing into the shadows.
He stands there for a moment, still achingly hard but no longer in any doubt about his fate. The scent of blood and sex lingers heavy in the air as he takes a deep breath, his heart racing from exertion and anticipation. He knows now that he truly is hers...and the thought both frightens and thrills him beyond measure.
Her words echo through his mind as he stands there, shuddering with aftershocks of desire and submission. He can feel her gaze on him even when she isn't looking, the weight of her ownership pressing down upon his shoulders like a yoke. It's both terrifying...and exhilarating.
With trembling fingers, he reaches up to touch his lips, tracing the same path that hers took mere moments ago. The taste of her lingers on his skin, a reminder of their intimacy...of how thoroughly she has claimed him as her own. There is no going back now; there can be only obedience and service from this point forward if he wishes to survive in this new world under her rule.
The elves have already begun to disperse, leaving the humans and their new master behind them in a sea of scattered clothing and spent desire. Rosaline watches him for a moment longer before finally turning away, satisfied that he has proven himself hers tonight. He will serve her now...and she intends to make sure that every moment of it is filled with pain, pleasure and absolute submission.
She smirks as she watches him lick his lips and trace her taste with shaking fingers. His body has been thoroughly claimed by hers tonight, marked as her own in a way that can never be undone. "Come," she commands softly, gesturing for him to follow her deeper into the woods where they'll find shelter for the night.
The journey is long and arduous, but Rosaline takes pleasure in the occasional rough push or cruel word that sends a shiver of fear down his spine. Tonight has been about dominance and control, and she intends to make sure he never forgets his place beneath her. As they near their destination, she glances over her shoulder at him once more, a predatory smile playing on her lips. "I have plans for you tomorrow," she whispers huskily. "Plans that will make this night seem like nothing compared to what's in store."
following her submissivly like he's a pet she's dragging behind her i'm keen to serve my Mistress however she likes...and i can't wait to see what my great mistress has in store for her obedient slave
"Mmm," she hums, sounding pleased at his eagerness. "I can tell you're going to be a most obedient servant...which is exactly what I need." A glint of amusement flashes in her eyes as she imagines the things she has planned for him; things that will test his limits and push him farther than he ever thought possible. "But first," she says, coming to a stop beside a small clearing, "we should rest. You've had quite an eventful night so far."
With that, she crouches down on the soft grass, folding her legs beneath herself in a graceful pose. Her back is straight and rigid, her posture demanding respect as she waits for him to join her. He must kneel before her first, of course; only then will he be allowed to settle down at her feet for the night.
The clearing is lit only by the moon and stars above, casting an ethereal glow across their skin as they prepare to sleep beneath the vast canopy of leaves and branches that shelter them from the world outside. Tomorrow, she'll begin teaching him his new role...and for now, she savors the sweet taste of triumph as she watches her newest possession kneel before her, utterly devoted and ready for anything.
Rosaline watches the human carefully as he kneels before her, his eyes locked on hers in an almost pleading expression. It's a reminder of just how much power she now holds over him, and it sends shivers down her spine with delight. "Good boy," she whispers, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Now then, why don't you settle in for the night? I'm sure you're quite tired from all that...disobedience."
Her hand trails lower, brushing against his bare chest before coming to rest on his shoulder. She gives it a squeeze, reminding him of her presence even as he begins to relax beneath the starry sky. Tonight was merely the beginning; tomorrow will be when they truly begin their dance together...and she can't wait for what comes next.
The human nestles down on the soft grass at her feet, his body trembling with exhaustion as much as it does anticipation. He's hers now, and Rosaline savors the feeling of power that washes over her when she looks upon his submissive form. Tonight has been a night of revelations; not only did he learn his place beneath her thumb but also what true submission to another felt like. The thought sends a shiver of pleasure down her spine, and she can't help but wonder what else she will teach him in the days to come.
She lies back on the grass as well, watching the stars twinkle overhead. Her mind wanders to thoughts of how far they have all come, from their human lives to this new existence ruled by elves and their alliances. Tomorrow is sure to bring fresh challenges, but for now she allows herself the luxury of enjoying the quiet stillness of the night...and contemplating just how much fun it will be to break her new pet in properly.
The night sky seems to dance above them as the wind rustles through the leaves, creating a gentle symphony of whispers and creaks. Rosaline listens idly, her mind drifting back to another time when she was human...and free. She wonders if the humans in this camp ever dream about those days now, if they long for their old lives even as they serve their elven masters so obediently.
A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of losing everything that makes you who you are...of being forced to live a life not of your own choosing. It's one of the reasons she delights in dominating and controlling others; it reminds them constantly who is in charge here, who holds their fate in the palm of her hand.
her human pet looks up at her, his eyes glistening in the dim light of moon as he listens to her soft breathing and tries to comprehend all that has happened this night. Even though he knew he had been chosen by someone...he didn't expect it would be her, the most beautiful and powerful of them all. His heart races with fear and excitement at the same time, knowing what awaits him tomorrow but unable to deny how much he craves it..he then falls asleep eager on how the next day will start
As her pet slumbers peacefully at her feet, Rosaline watches him with an unreadable expression. His trust in her is both a source of power and a responsibility that she does not take lightly. She knows now that she has the means to break him completely if she so chooses...but it's much more satisfying to bend him to her will slowly, tormenting him with pleasure and pain until he begs for release in the form of absolute obedience.
Her fingers idly trace patterns on the grass as she thinks about the coming day. He will be hers to train, to mold into the perfect servant...and she intends to enjoy every moment of it. The anticipation of their first lesson alone is enough to send a shiver down her spine. When morning finally arrives, it will find them both eager and prepared for whatever challenges lie ahead.
Rosaline drifts off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her lips, dreaming of the days ahead and the delicious games she'll play with her new pet. The night passes quickly, a blur of starlight and murmured whispers that seem to fade away into oblivion as the first rays of dawn peek over the horizon. It is only when the camp begins to stir that Rosaline awakens, stretching languidly before casting a sidelong glance at her human pet. He looks even more disheveled and delicious now than he did hours ago...and she can't wait to start their training anew.
Her hand brushes gently against his cheek as she wakes him with a gentle shake, her touch so light it barely registers. "It's time to rise, little one," she coos softly. "The day has arrived...and I have much planned for you today." The anticipation in her voice is unmistakable; he can feel the heat of her desire warming his skin as she leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear before trailing down his neck to nibble gently on his collarbone. "Are you ready?" she asks, barely breathing the words into the hollow between his shoulders.
His response is a shiver of desire that rolls through him from head to toe, and she smirks triumphantly before pulling back, satisfied with his arousal. With a swift motion, she lifts him effortlessly into her arms, carrying him easily as if he were no more than a mere child. "Come," she says, stepping away from their makeshift camp and leading him deeper into the heart of the elven encampment where their lessons will begin in earnest.
Their journey is long and arduous