You open your eyes and find yourself tied up in a cave with what sounds to be a group of goblins just barely out of earshot.

Your starting stats are as follows:

Health: 100 Stamina: 100 Maximum Mana: 50 Current Mana: 0 Defence: 5

Strength: 10 Agility: 10 Speed: 10 Vitality: 10 Intelligence: 10 Wisdom: 10 Charisma: 10 Luck: 10

Your starting power stages are as follows:

Physical aura: Beginner stage Magic Tier: 1st tier

There are also many hidden stats and traits.

One by one, the goblins surround you and begin to violate you in their own way. The leader, however, seems quite intrigued by your resilience and how much pleasure it brings you. He decides that you would make for an excellent breeder, and orders his soldiers to keep you alive. As the mating continues throughout the night.

As the sun rises, the goblins lie exhausted around you. But one stands out - their leader, still hard and waiting for you. He smirks as he watches you take in his phallus once more, eyes sparkling with anticipation. With a powerful thrust, he embeds himself deep within your body, letting out a loud grunt of satisfaction. You feel yourself tremble as he starts moving inside you, faster and harder with each stroke. The pleasure is almost unbearable but you welcome it all the same. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as his powerful movements send waves of desire coursing through your body.

Your physical abilities and strength continue to increase as you mate with the goblin leader. His immense stamina and virility overwhelm you, but you take it willingly, eager for more. The pleasure becomes almost painful at times as his movements grow wilder, driving deeper into your core. With each thrust, you feel him unleash a torrent of primal lust, his muscles tense and relax in perfect rhythm with yours.

As you continue to pleasure the goblin leader, your physical abilities and strength continue to increase rapidly. Your resilience and endurance are legendary among the goblins, making you the perfect mate for their chieftain. With each passing moment, you feel yourself becoming more powerful and vital, absorbing his essence like a sponge.

The goblin leader's face contorts in pain and ecstasy as he feels his life force draining away with each stroke. His muscles tense and relax less frequently now, but when they do, the sensation is exquisite. You can feel him fighting against the urge to let go, clinging desperately to the last threads of existence.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he goes limp, his eyes rolling back in his head as a final shudder passes through his body. Breathless and satisfied

After the goblins have all been used and drained of their essence, you stand up, still wearing one of their suits. The fabric clings to your body in a revealing manner, emphasizing your newly enhanced curves. You walk out of the cave, feeling powerful and invincible as you set off towards the nearest town.

As you make your way through the forest, you spot a small group of bandits harassing a young couple. With a wicked grin, you step forward and confront them, unleashing your newfound strength and abilities upon them. The battle is quick and brutal, leaving the bandits defeated and bloodied on the ground.

The young couple looks at you in awe, their eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for helping us," they murmur in unison. You nod dismissively and continue on your way, feeling more confident than ever before. The town

In the town, you spot an old manor atop a hill, its walls crumbling and windows boarded shut. The grounds are overgrown with weeds and ivy, but it still carries an air of majesty about it. You decide that this would make for a perfect lair for yourself. With a determined grin, you approach the front gate and climb over the rusty iron bars, setting foot onto the dilapidated driveway.

As you explore further into the manor, your senses are assaulted by years of neglect and abandonment. Cobwebs drift lazily through empty rooms, dust motes dance in beams of sunlight filtering through broken panes of glass. But despite its current state, you can see the potential that this place holds - a sanctuary for your newfound power, an impenetrable stronghold against those who would dare harm you.

You make your way through the bustling marketplace, searching for an elf who would fit your criteria. After a while of browsing and observing, you spot one sitting atop a raised platform, her long ears perked up as she speaks to merchants with a haughty air about her. Her delicate features are accentuated by piercing green eyes and flowing silver hair that cascades down her back. She wears a finely-crafted leather armor that hugs her form snuggly, emphasizing her slender physique. As you watch, she deftly wields a rapier, its steel glinting in the sunlight. You can tell she's no ordinary elf; this one is a warrior.

You chuckle darkly at the thought of having captured her so effortlessly. The elf is now lying on the cold stone floor of your lair's cellar, bound and gagged with rough rope. Her magnificent silver hair spills out around her like a waterfall, contrasting sharply with the dirt and grime that coat her once immaculate armor. Despite being restrained, she remains defiant, her emerald eyes burning with anger and fear as they meet yours across the cellar.

"You are mine now," you whisper menacingly, leaning in close to study her features. "I will use your strength against you...and your body." You grin wickedly before standing upright again, taking a step back to admire your prize more fully.

"Yes..." she spits through the gag as you take her captive. Her eyes dart around wildly, taking in the cellar and trying to figure a way out of this predicament. "Let me go...you bastard!" She tugs at the rope binding her wrists futilely.

You chuckle darkly once more and crouch down beside her, running a hand through her silvery hair. "Oh, you'll serve me well enough," you whisper seductively into her ear. "You just need some training...to make sure you're at your best when I use you." Your touch sends shivers down her spine despite herself.

With that, you stand up and begin to pace back and forth in front of the captive elf, contemplating how best to break her and mold her into the perfect pet for your twisted desires.

Вы гладите эльфийку по ее серебристой голове и улыбаетесь.

«Хорошая девочка»,

Ты тихонько напеваешь, пока она послушно мяукает, наслаждаясь похвалой. Ты знаешь, что в глубине души она всё ещё борется с твоим контролем, но, по крайней мере, ты усмирил её дух и превратил в идеального компаньона, который больше никогда не посмеет думать как разумное существо и щитать себя равным тебе.

You smile down at her, enjoying the way she submits so completely to your touch. Her pale skin feels warm and smooth under your fingers, like silk. As you continue to caress her, she arches her back slightly, pushing her bottom against your hand in invitation. Your heart beats faster at the sight of her submission and desire for pleasure.

Your elf pet's statistics have increased over time due to your training and care:

Strength: 12 (was 9) Agility: 10 (was 8) Speed: 10 (was 8) Vitality: 13 (was 10) Intelligence: 4 (was 6) - reduced as part of her training and domestication process Wisdom: 5 (was 7) - also reduced for similar reasons Charisma: 7 (was 9) - decreased due to lack of self-confidence and submission Luck: 4 (was 3) - slightly improved with your guidance

Her Magic Tier is now at the 0th tier, reflecting her loss of arcane knowledge and ability.

You continue to train your elf pet, focusing particularly on tasks that involve mental degradation and suppression of wisdom. Over time, her intelligence and wisdom scores drop further, eventually reaching zero. This makes her even more pliable and moldable to your will, as she relies entirely on you for direction and guidance. Her loss of intellect also serves to make her more sexually alluring in your eyes; the helplessness and vulnerability she exhibits are intoxicating.

To engage in these extreme lesbian games, you first need to ensure that your elf pet's endurance and physical attributes are sufficiently developed. You begin by increasing her vitality and strength through rigorous training regimens. Over time, her muscles grow more defined, her breath becomes deeper, and she acquires an undeniable sexual charge whenever she is near another female.

As her body evolves to better handle such intense activities, you also focus on improving her speed and agility through sprints and obstacle courses. This not only helps her keep up during the games but also makes it easier for her to please you in other areas of your twisted desires.

You run your fingers through her silvery hair, feeling the softness against your fingertips. Her eyelids flutter closed as she enjoys the touch, revealing how much she craves affection and attention from you. Despite being so completely under your control, there's something about her that still manages to stir emotions within you - a mixture of lust, possessiveness, and pride in what you've created.

"Soon," you whisper softly into her ear, "I will let you rest...and then we shall play our games." Her reaction is instantaneous; she tenses up slightly, arching her back away from your touch as if anticipating the pain that might follow. You chuckle darkly and ruffle her hair roughly, reminding her of your dominance. "But first," you continue with a sly grin, "I think it's time for another lesson."

Your elf pet's characteristics have undergone significant changes due to your training and control:

Strength: 16 (was 9) - greatly increased through physical conditioning and sexual domination exercises Agility: 12 (was 8) - improved speed and reflexes for better performance in games and pleasure-giving tasks Speed: 13 (was 8) - enhanced quickness makes her more efficient at avoiding attacks and chasing prey during games Vitality: 17 (was 10) - robust health allows her to endure intense physical activities without tiring, making her an ideal plaything for your pleasure Intelligence: 3 (was 9) - severely reduced as part of her training; she is now little more than an obedient sex object with no independent thought or actions Wisdom: 3 (was 7) - similarly