Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, F/mf+, lesdom, some femdom, bondage, kidnapping, supernatural, elf, succubus, tease and denial, slavery.
This is the second chapter of a collaboration, the first chapter can be found here: Part I
“I’ve never been able to play with an elf before,” Pantea smirked at her new pet. The young redheaded elf was absolutely adorable. There was the cute braid she kept her fiery hair in and that darling splatter of freckles across her face, which was bunched up in fear but trying to twist in anger. She was wearing a tight leather catsuit, green, with a belt that had lost most of its gear. She was lithe, compact, and oh so fit. A gorgeous catch in all respects. “Fought a few elves over the years, but they always got away before I could start to have any fun with them.”
Or they’d fought her off, but this elf didn’t need to know that.
The trap had worked perfectly. Only a few nights spent in her human form in this cozy English Bed and Breakfast had netted Pantea the elf she was looking for. And the capture had been so easy! The succubus had been expecting a mature, experienced hunter. Instead she got this sweet little baby elf to play with!
Now the elf girl in question squirmed beneath her new demon mistress. The red demoness giggled as a full body shiver crept its way down the elf’s toes. Pantea straddled her captive at the waist, enjoying the sounds of her own leather pants squeak as they rubbed against the elf’s supple leather catsuit. She was ball gagged, collared, and chained to the bed; hands attached to the headboard and legs spread out in chains. Pantea’s tail was coiled around one of her ankles, the end of it running back and forth over her bare skin and the edge of her suit.
She was also struggling. And it wasn’t brave, defiant struggle either. It was the wild, panicked abandon of a squealing hog that didn’t know what was going on. This wasn’t in the script. She was supposed to take a hapless human captive, not <em>be</em> taken by a powerful demon mistress!
And of course, there was that other emotion. The one Pantea spotted more than once before and could still glimpse between the fear and the anger even now. Pleasure. Enjoyment. Whatever one wanted to call it. Baby Elf liked being a captive, collared plaything, even if she didn't want to admit it. Buried down beneath the proud Elven surface was a submissive slut just waiting to be brought out into the open.
Still smirking, Pantea reached down. The young elf froze at the approach of her hand, staring as if were a cobra coiled to strike. Her eyes squeezed shut just before Pantea gave her a light flick on one pointed ear. The succubus was rewarded with a soft whimper.
“Ooo, sounds like I hit a sensitive spot. Do you like it when I touch your ears, Baby Elf?”
The girl exploded with noise. “Mm magh aagh aaaeeey---mmmmph!”
Her muffled words softened back to whimpers when Pantea started to stroke and pet her ears, ever so gently. Yep. Definitely a sensitive spot. They were longer than a human’s ears. Not much longer, but the point was stretched out further than any mortal equivalent. Baby Elf only took it for a few more seconds before she tried to pull away as much as she could.
“Nu uh uh,” Pantea sang. “Don’t be naughty.” She moved her other hand from its explorations of the redhead’s body to grab hold of the D-ring on her collar and pull her head back. Then she resumed stroking. “Your job is to be ready to be played with however I or anyone I share you with wants to. And also to look sexy for me. I can see you’re going to be a little tough to train, but don’t worry. I’ll have you all sorted out soon. It won’t be long before you won’t have aaany problem admitting how much you love being my pet!”
“NN!” Baby Elf screamed back.
“And don’t worry about anyone on the other side either.” A nod in the direction of the closest and the portal contained within. “Soon you’ll be all safe and snug in my home, your new home, where they won’t be able to find you.”
“Nn Nn Nn! N mmnn'ph! N mmnn'ph!”
Pantea abandoned the ears and collar to grab her captive at the center of each breast and give them a hard pinch. “No tantrums,” Pantea said over the shrieking. “You need some self-control, Baby Elf. And as your Mistress, it’s my job to discipline you when you get too out of hand.”
She paused long enough to enjoy the music of her captive’s cries. “There we go. That’s much more coherent. We’ll do some more work later. For now, let’s play a game!”
Playtime probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do here, Pantea knew that. She should pack up her new pet and bolt back home before anyone showed up. But… she was just too tempting! And so sensuous! Even Pantea, no stranger to getting hot and heavy with a partner, had lost herself a bit when she and the young elf were playing before, trapped in a hazy lust that made it hard to think. This was no time to wait, it was time to have fun!
“N gnmm?” Pantea didn’t miss the way Baby Elf’s eyes kept darting in the direction of the closet, where the portal was located. She was hoping one of her fellow elves would come barging in to rescue her. She didn’t know that Pantea had already redirected the portal. Closing it down wasn’t an option, they would notice that. Changing its destination to lead somewhere else would just confuse them when they eventually noticed something was wrong and give Pantea extra time.
“Yep! We’re going to play one of my favorite games. It’s called ‘Thank You, Mistress.’”
“PHhnnh mnn, Mnphphrmphph?”
“You’ve played before! Good!” Pantea made a show of clapping her hands and bouncing up and down like an excited schoolgirl. “But as a refresher, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to say something. Maybe I’ll tell you something about your new life, maybe I’ll pay you a compliment, maybe I’ll correct your behavior. And when I’m done, you’ll say, ‘thank you, Mistress.’ Got it?”
The elf glared. “Nn!”
Pantea’s grin never left her face as she gave the elf another hard pinch. But this time she compounded it with a twist. And she didn’t let up. The elf cried out in pain, and Pantea just kept slooowly twisting the nipple beneath the suit. “Every time you don’t say it, I’ll punish you until you do,” she said over her captive’s cries.
“MMMMMph! Mmph! Mmmm… PHhnnh mnn, Mnphphrmphph.”
“Good girl!” She let go and Baby Elf sighed in relief. “And every time you say what you’re supposed to, well…” Pantea reached behind herself with her other hand. There she found her captive’s waiting, leather covered mound. Baby Elf’s eyes shot open when her fingers started rubbing against it. “… I’ll give you a reward. Isn’t that nice of me? What do you say?”
A long moment passed. “… PHhnnh mnn, Mnphphrmphph”
Pantea replied by digging her fingers in, drawing a quick little gasp from her toy.
“Alright. And what do you say to Mistress Pantea for taking control of your silly capture attempt and putting you in your place where you belong?”
The elf glared. Her cheeks were burning red by now. But she obediently mumbled another gagged thank you.
“Very good. Now we both know how much fun you were having before. What do you say for all the pleasure your owner has given you so far tonight?”
Her cheeks blushed red with angry embarrassment. “PHhnnh mnn, Mnphphrmphph—eeeph!” There was a little cry that escaped her gagged mouth when Pantea’s hand between her legs grew more aggressive. The demoness giggled.
“And I bet you appreciate your new collar, don’t you Baby Elf? A pretty, submissive thing like you? It feels comfy wrapped around your throat, doesn’t it?” She grabbed hold of the D-ring and gently tugged her captive’s neck back and forth. “I’m such a good Mistress to recognize how much you want to be a collared pet, aren’t I? You must be ever so thankful.”
The little elf actually growled. A sound that was somewhat undermined by the blush that was still reddening her cheeks so adorably. Pantea’s smile remained frozen in place as she let go of the collar and raised her hand in a clear threat. “I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”
The growl turned all snarly before Baby Elf strangled it in her throat. She fumed for a few more seconds, until Pantea started letting her hand drop closer.
“PHhnnh mnn Mnphphrmphph!” She screamed.
“Good girl!”
On it went. Pantea didn’t keep track of how much time she spent taunting the elf, telling her about her future, explaining how much time was spent waiting for this night, and getting muffled thanks in return. The thanks were various degrees of sincere, but that was part of the fun. Her work between the elf’s legs grew more intense with each answer until she grew too close to a climax. Then Pantea would slow down. Eventually the succubus moved on from taunts to compliments.
“Your hair is gorgeous. It’s so smooth and luscious. A lot of fun to play with,” she said as she ran her fingers through it on the crown of her prey’s head. Its bright color was a few shades off the vivid red of Panea’s skin. The feel of it parting for the traveling fingers was marvelous. It was surprisingly soft and silky, even as it grew tighter when Pantea drew close to the braid it was kept in.
“PHhnnh mnn, Mnphphrmphph,” This time Baby Elf mumbled a thank you with no hesitation, just unthinking obedience. Maybe training her would be easier than Pantea thought. Resignation shone in the girl’s averted eyes. She was shivering and sweating as she accepted what was happening. Maybe she wasn’t accepting the whole of her new life, but she definitely understood the current situation. And she was enjoying it all despite herself. That much was easy to see. It all added to the cuteness.
“And you’ve got such cute little freckles too.” The thought was sudden, an observation Pantea already made but had yet to voice. She poked at the smattering of skin marks with light touches.
The response was not immediate. It seemed to take a minute for the words to dawn on the elf. Her eyes widened slowly. Her panting stopped short. For the first time in a while, the elf turned to looked directly at Pantea, who only raised an eyebrow in response. Then came the thrashing, more ferocious than before. She bucked and struggled and tried to kick out her bound legs.
Pantea blinked. Apparently the freckles were a touchy suspect. Information filed away for later.
The succubus grabbed hold of her captive’s nipples once again to give them another hard twist. It didn’t stop the struggles at all. Instead the girl struggled harder, too lost in rage to pay the pain any mind. Her incoherent ranting coalesced into gagged insults and defiant promises of retribution (or at least that’s what they sounded like). Pantea tried slapping the elf, once with an open palm and again with the back of her hand. That didn’t slow it down either. Fire burned in the elf’s eyes as she glared hate at her Mistress.
Definitely a touchy subject.
There was a knock on the door.
Elf and demon froze. The rage bled from the elf’s eyes before she whipped her head to the side with wide eyes. It looked like she was on the verge calling out for help. But she didn’t. Pantea could see indecision in her eyes. Risk exposure for help, or remain hidden and trapped with a demon? Little did she know the choice was about to be made for her.
“Come iiiiin!” Pantea was treated to the sight of the young elf’s head whipping back to her, looking oh-so-endearingly confused.
The door opened and in stepped a tall man. He was a little stocky, with a bit of a jowl. Pantea knew from intimate experience that most of his flab covered serious muscle. He wore a button up shirt with suspenders instead of a belt, looking as much like the old school Chicago gangster he used to be as modern fashions allowed.
“Lenny,” Pantea greeted. “I thought I told you not to interrupt me unless it was important.”
Horror was dawning on Baby Elf’s face.
Lenny’s face was nervous, but he powered on through like the obedient good boy he was. “That’s right Boss, you did. But you also said you didn’t want to be here longer than you had to be. You said you wanted to make your catch and leave. And, well… It’s been awhile.”
A look at the clock told the succubus her thrall was right. She once again lost track of time while playing with her elf. That seemed to be a recurring thing, the elf was just so… Pantea looked back down. Saw Baby Elf’s wide eyes swinging back and forth between her and Lenny. She was SO cute. That adorable blush was making her freckles pop out a little more and she was just asking for more playtime at the hands of—
“The owner and her pet haven’t been making any trouble,” Lenny again, drawing his Mistress back into the moment. “We still got ‘em locked down nice and tight. They’re ready to come with if you want to take them home with us.”
Every word made the surprise and the understanding in Baby Elf’s eyes grow just a little bit brighter. And then even more when the doorway creaked open just a little bit further and Pantea saw another one of her pets out of the corner of her eye. Pantea let out a low chuckle, drawing her newest captive’s attention back to her where it belonged.
“That’s right sweetie,” she whispered. “This Bread ‘n Breakfast only has five or six rooms. So I had some of my other pets, your new friends, book all the rooms for a couple of weeks! Got the whole place locked down. That way I’ve been able to make sure nooo one would bother me and my new pet when I finally got my hands on her. Wasn’t that smart of me?”
Baby Elf was shaking her head no, whimpering out denials. The way she twitched and shivered was so… so… Just a little bit more playing around with her and they could be on their way…
“Boss!” Lenny cried. “You’re the one who wanted us in and out fast before any trouble happened.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” now Pantea finally turned. Saw Lenny looking over with a stern look and his arms crossed over his chest. Behind him Maria, a buxom Mexican beauty Pantea picked around the same time as Lenny almost a century before, stood with an even sterner look and her hands on her hips at the top of her long, dark blue skirt. Her sweater was a lighter shade of the same color. “I’ll just get her ready for transport. You guys go and make sure the girl with the black hair is ready. We’re taking her with us.”
“Not the owner?”
“Nah, we need someone to tell Baby Elf’s friends the story we want them to hear.” She gave the bound elf in question some taps on the forehead to emphasize the point. The elf didn’t like that.
“Mnn mmnn'ph gmph nmmnm mmnphh phhnph! PHhmm'mm phmm phhrnngh mnnr phrnchph nnn fnnn mm! Mm mnphhmr nph phhm—"
Blah blah blah.
“I’ll catch up in a minute, you guys go ahead.”
“You got it, boss,” said Lenny. He made to move, but before he could finish turning around a sharp elbow in the back from Maria made him burst out a little yelp and he turned back. “I mean, don’t you think it would be better if I stuck around? Made sure you don’t get too sucked into your fun again? The others have them under control.”
Pantea shot a flat stare at the woman behind him. Maria looked back, meeting her Mistress’s gaze without flinching. The buxom woman tended to wear the pants when it came to her interactions with other thralls, despite foregoing pants for skirts most of the time. “Fiiiine,” Pantea said with an exaggerated whine. She swung herself off the elf and sat on the edge of the bed. “Just help us get ready, and we’ll be on our way.”
Lenny gave a quiet sigh of relief. Maria rolled her eyes with just a little more exaggeration than Pantea’s whining. But she stepped forward and past Lenny quietly, knowing what to do. Maria did most things quietly. She was a woman of few words. Beside the bed was a set of high heeled leather boots that would stretch all the way up a woman’s calves. Maria picked them up and knelt before her demonic Mistress (giving Pantea a lovely view of her cleavage down her sweater as she did) and slipped them on Pantea’s feet one at a time before zipping them up. Pantea’s tail slithered around one leg, putting a splash of color among all that black.
“Good girl,” Pantea gave Maria a few pats on the head (to which Maria bowed graciously) before standing up, now a few inches taller. Lenny was waiting with the leather jacket that had been flung over a chair. Sure, Pantea could have put it on herself, either with her hands or by magic, but putting on a show for the new pet was a helpful little power play. “And good boy too,” the succubus said to Lenny as he pulled the jacket over her arms and her long ponytail free of the black leather. She took a second to grope her slave's butts. “See that, Baby Elf? See how well behaved and obedient my pets are? This is going to be you soon.”
The elf’s protests were ignored. Pantea snapped her fingers and another pair of boots appeared, tall and tan brown (the color would go so well with the green catsuit!) with especially high heels that would make walking difficult even for creatures with a supernatural sense of balance. Another snap and the chains around the elf’s ankles were released. The cuffs around her thighs remained, which helped Pantea’s human thralls as they wrestled the boots onto the elf’s feet.
Pantea watched like a jungle cat ready to pounce as Lenny and Maria handled their newest peer. She watched for any hint that they were about to lose control of the elf, that their human limits would be overcome and overpowered by their supernatural charge. It didn’t happen. Physically, all Pantea had to do was exert her will to replace a binding there or summon a new one there. Magically, things were a little bit different. Pantea could feel touches of power grasp at her thralls as the elf tried to exert some influence over them. It didn’t work. Their very souls belonged to Pantea. Her will covered them like armor, and she could batter the elf’s attempts to subvert her control with little effort.
Before she knew it, her human slaves were presenting Baby Elf to her. They stood at her sides, each holding one arm to keep her still. The elf’s face was red with the effort of struggling against her new place in life. She glared at the floor; her face cutely scrunched up in anger. A new set of cuffs had been bound on her booted ankles, with just enough slack to take reasonable steps. She wore the same leather cuffs on her wrists, but they were now attached to a chain that led down to the aforementioned ankle chain, keeping her hands from being too free. She couldn’t raise them above her waist. A new set of leather cuffs were bound just above her elbows but lead behind her back to limit the use of her arms even further.
With a hungry smile, Pantea marched up to her new pet. The elf was now the tallest person in the room with her high heeled boots. She towered over her new Mistress, but still shrank at Pantea’s approach. Pantea wasn’t having any of that. The demoness grabbed her pet by the ring on her collar and pulled her head down into a powerful, gagged kiss. The elf tried to pull back, on instinct if nothing else, but Lenny and Maria held her tight.
“Time to go!” Pantea sang when she was done. She didn’t release her hold on the elf’s collar as she turned on her heel and strode out of the room. Her arm was stretched straight out back while she pulled her pet—who was still being held in place by the two human thralls—along the hallways and down the stairs to the music of their heels clicking on the hardwood steps. Baby Elf had to concentrate to stay on her raised feet at this pace. She didn’t have time to do or think about anything else, especially when they reached the stairs.
If Baby Elf could have focused on something else, she would have paid more attention to the disparate group of people they passed. Pantea had brought ten thralls with her to occupy the rooms of the BnB while she set herself up as bait for her elf-trap, and half were outside the rooms standing guard. Or loitering. Pantea guessed they had all migrated to the lobby area when Lenny and Maria went to check on her. Each of them nodded politely at their Mistress as Pantea made her way to the owner’s private room. One of them had a sandwich.
“Bring me one for when we get home,” Pantea ordered her, a white woman of average height and a gloriously plushy figure. Then Pantea turned to another thrall. Another woman, this one thin and blonde. “Get my car ready, it’s almost time to go.”
Both thralls hurried to obey.
“Hey, can I have a sandwich too?”
“Get Lenny a sandwich too.”
“What about me?”
“And one for Christina.”
Inside the owner’s room were three more thralls, two men and one woman. Two of them, a muscular man with Asian features and a tall pale woman with rich brown hair, stood off to the side. The second man was heavily muscled, with dark tan Mediterranean skin. He wore sweatpants and nothing else. His name was Anteaus, he was from Sparta, and centuries ago Pantea had ordered him not to wear shirts that would keep her from seeing his excellently sculpted torso. She had never rescinded that order. He was standing above two bound and gagged women.
The first was a young woman with raven-colored hair only a little less dark than Pantea’s own. It was cut short in a cute pixie hairdo. She was naked and kneeling calmly at Anteaus’s feet. Her arms were bound behind her in a snug boxtie, and there was a leather belt binding her thighs together. Finally, a collar that matched Baby Elf’s D-ringed one almost exactly was wrapped securely around her throat. She was calm. Quiet. Docile. Her gaze was lowered politely to the floor. A nice, thick panel gag covered the lower half of her face.
“Look up,” Pantea ordered her. And even though she couldn’t see more than Pantea’s feet, the authority in the succubus’s voice drove the young woman to obey immediately. There was surprise in her eyes when she caught sight of Pantea’s demonic form, her bright skin, her sharp horns, and the tail still coiled around one leg. A demon was a new sight to her. But then her eyes looked passed Pantea and widened in disbelieving shock at the elf behind Pantea. Not at the presence of an elf and a demon, no. This woman knew the supernatural existed for the same reason she was so incredibly shocked to see an elf in bondage. She was a former elven pleasure slave, she had to be, cast out by her owners as so many of them were.
Pantea smiled.
The second woman was the owner, a lady in the middle of her lifespan. She was dressed in nightclothes from the waist down, and a comfy looking bra from the waist up. Pantea guessed she had been preparing to have some fun with the raven-haired girl—no doubt part of her payment for letting Faerie use her inn as a hunting ground—when Pantea’s property made their move. There was plenty about the lovely, mature Addison to attract attention. The woman took care of herself, though it was hard to see her face when it was covered up with that hood she was wearing.
“The pet was wearing the hood when we first came in,” said Anteaus. “We moved it over to the innkeeper when you told us to keep her blindfolded. Thought it would be funny.” He shrugged, his face as expressionless as usual.
“Good job,” she said. “Now take her upstairs to the room I was using. See how much she likes her own accommodations.”
The woman had been quiet enough before, but now she struggled and moaned as Anteaus picked her up and threw her over the shoulder, revealing the ropes that bound her legs and wrists. She hurled gagged insults to their collective intelligence and struggled like a trapped cat as her handler carried her out, followed by Johanna, the tall woman with the rich brown hair.
“Stick her in a hogtie too!” Pantea shouted back, without looking. “Don’t want her to get free while we’re cleaning the place out!”
The thralls had been ordered to act as though they were robbing the place, had been interrogating the woman on where she kept her safe all night. That was why here eyes were covered. She hadn’t seen Pantea’s true form, didn’t know her attackers were slaves to a demon like she the ones she delivered to elves (if slightly more permanent). With any luck, she would think this had been an entirely mundane crime when her Faerie backers interrogated her on what happened here tonight.
It obviously wouldn’t fool Faerie. They wouldn’t believe simple robbers would be able to overpower one of their own hunters, no matter how young and inexperienced she was. Pantea was hoping they would think some group of mortal elf-hunters were behind this, a resurgence of their ancient foes, and not a demon looking for a new toy to play with.
Once the door was shut and the owner firmly out of earshot, Pantea returned her attention to the younger, raven-haired woman, who was staring with incomprehension at the elf in the room.
“They’re so cruel, aren’t they?”
The woman’s eyes whipped back to Pantea. Surprise again glittered across her features. A demon was standing in front of her. Even if it wasn’t as earth-shattering as the captivity of an elf, it wasn’t nothing. Pantea stood before her with crossed arms, casually controlling the room and everyone in it. By now the girl’s mind had started working again, and she was starting to realize the implications of the night. The demon before here had beaten an elf. That was… it was something. Her eyes suddenly fell back to the floor as her understanding of her place in life—that of an obedient sex slave—reasserted itself. She now recognized Pantea as one of her betters.
Good.
“That’s no answer, honey,” Pantea smirked. She stalked forward, taking one careful step at a time until she stood above her other new pet. “I was talking to you, and you didn’t answer. Is that what your trainers taught you? To be seen and not heard?”
When the woman still made no sound or response, Pantea leaned down at the waist, with unbending knees. She was physically short enough that she didn’t have to go down that far. When she was just a little above eye level with the dark-haired girl, she poked one finger under the girl’s chin and directed her head up. The girl stared back at Pantea’s kindly smile with still-wide eyes.
“And then they just tossed you back out into the world when they were done with you, didn’t they?”
With a glacial pace, the girl started to nod. Her eyes were growing wet.
“You want to go back there, don’t you? Back to a world of pleasure and service, where your place is clear and all you have to worry about is obedience.”
It wasn’t a question, but the girl answered with another glacial nod as if it was.
Somewhere in the distance, Pantea could hear the elf in the room shifting and moving as much as her minders allowed.
“Well don’t worry!” Now the girl jumped up and yelped in surprise at Pantea’s abruptly cheerful tone. “You don’t have to worry about those mean old elves kicking you out anymore. I’m gonna bring you home with me and I’ll neeeever let you go free! How does that sound?”
Shock. Disbelief. Hope. Terror. Shame. A thousand other little emotions burned across the young raven-haired woman’s face at her new Mistress’s words. Pantea spent a second savoring the sight before standing up, snapping her fingers, and pointing at the girl. “Get her moving,” she ordered the last thrall who wasn’t currently doing anything. The large Asian man, Harunobu. “I’ll get to know her better later. For now, as someone keeps telling me—” she turned in time to see Lenny look away and cough nervously, to which she replied with a chuckle and a wink “—it’s time to go home!”
Pantea’s eyes fell back upon the elf, who stared back in naked terror. Here they were, about to leave, and none of her friends or allies or superiors had come rushing in to save her. It was starting to sink in that she wasn’t getting out of this. No escape. No chance of rescue. As she stared at her demon Mistress, she was looking straight into her future. Pantea stared back, then broke the moment with another saucy wink.
The elf squealed and started to panic all over again. She started struggling, fighting as best as her bondage would allow. Those struggles increased as Haru pulled the docile, raven-haired girl to her feet and hustled her out of the room with one arm draped protectively over her shoulder. The elf’s captors held their charge very well as the auburn-haired beauty fought as hard as she could, Lenny and Maria were old hats at keeping pets and property in line for their owner. When they saw Pantea making a ‘move it along’ gesture they changed tactics. Lenny picked the elf up by the armpits while Maria gathered the girl’s legs up in one arm. They carried her out of the room like a carpet.
Pantea and all her slaves left the BnB at once, or as close to it as they could. There was a chance someone in the fairly populated part of the picturesque English village the BnB was located in would see something, even this late at night (or early in the morning, whatever). That was part of the point. Make it look like some silly robbery committed by a bunch of people dumb enough to make a scene while doing it. Maybe they’d make the papers.
Pantea walked out to the car the blonde thrall had running and ready for her. Lenny and Maria followed with their cargo. Pantea (still in her true demonic form out in the open air), enjoyed the show of her two slaves shoving her newest pet into a slightly undersized trunk. They had to work for it a bit, but soon enough Baby Elf was tucked into the cozy little space. The demoness had entertained thoughts of riding in there with the elf but ultimately decided it best to wait and not get herself too worked up playing with her again.
Now that some time had passed, Pantea could see how the elf’s sensuality and her own mixing and matching had sucked her straight into a lusty haze. It was a bit amateurish, to be honest. Lenny and Maria would have to be rewarded for snapping her out of it later. Maybe some time spent with the elf? No, that wouldn’t come for a while. Pantea wanted her all to herself for some time. Eh, she’d think of something.
“Now, I want to tell you to be a good girl in there for me, but I don’t think I can trust you on your own quite yet,” Pantea told the elf in the trunk. She glared up at the succubus, not struggling quite as much but still not willing to be fully submissive just yet. Angry moans and grunts filled the night air. “So I’m going to put you to sleep for the trip!”
“MMhnph?”
“That’s right! Just hold still…”
Baby Elf did not hold still. She squirmed in place and strove to keep her head as far away from her owner’s descending hand as she could. Surprise surprise, it wasn’t enough to stop Pantea from getting a good grip on her forehead and exerting her will and power to force the elf girl to fall asleep. It took some doing, elves were of course far more resistant to this kind of thing than humans, but the girl was no match for a being as old and powerful as Pantea. Before long, her struggles and squirms had quieted to nothingness.
“Couldn’t you have done that earlier?” Lenny asked after he shut the trunk.
“Yeah, but it was more fun this way.” She gave his rump a quick spank. More for fun than punishment.
Lenny looked like he was about to say something snotty and possibly lose his reward in the process when Maria aimed a sharp elbow at his side. She ignored the resulting cry of pain and addressed Pantea directly.
“Will you be riding in the front, Mistress? Or would you like to play in the back?”
Pantea turned to watch the rest of her thralls leaving the BnB and piling into the other cars. There was Anteaus striding barefoot and bare chested over to one of the more compact cars with Johanna. Christina was enjoying her sandwich, and bringing two over for Lenny and for Pantea, before heading over to her assigned car.
“Good girl. Remind me to reward you later.” Christina blushed, bowed, and headed off. “You can ride in the back with me, Maria,” she declared between bites. “Lenny can enjoy his food up front. I think playing with only one toy should let me focus on keeping the elf under control if she wakes up.”
Minutes later, everyone was in a car and driving out in a line. Pantea sat with her legs crossed. Maria sat next to her, hands folded neatly on her lap, staring straight ahead as her Mistress idly fondled her fantastic bust with one hand. Pantea wasn’t focusing on her, she was distracted by the thought of all the fun she was going to have with her new toys. The raven-haired girl was a prize enough on her own, even before Pantea considered all the fun ways she could test out her previous training as an elven pleasure slave. But it was the real prize riding in her trunk that dominated her thoughts. The lithe, gorgeous redheaded hunter. A novice, so adorably inexperienced in so many ways and with so many buttons to push.
Pantea really was going to have to learn their names soon.
They drove for thirty minutes, leaving the English village far behind before Pantea exerted herself again. Eventually Pantea took the time to really play with Maria. She pulled the Mexican woman closer to her and dug one hand under her skirt. Every so often Maria would grunt or gasp. Pantea smirked. Wringing those kinds of reactions out of the typically quiet woman was always satisfying.
She spent most of the ride edging and teasing a monster orgasm out of Maria to gather just a little more power for herself before activating the marks she had made on all the cars she had acquired down in the Infernal Realms, the ones she had to call in a few favors to collect and gather power into. If anyone was looking at the line of cars driving in the night, they would have seen them begin to glow with angry red light, more and more and more until they burned like stars in the night and finally vanished in a flash.