Content warnings: BDSM fantasy, non-consensual, F/f, lesdom, some femdom, supernatural, succubus, elf, sex slavery, bondage, kidnapping
“Beg me Pet,” Pantea’s voice trembled a little as her breath caught from her own pleasure, “Beg me to cum!”
“Please let me cum!! Please, pleeeeassssee!!” Keara began to babble, bucking her hips against Pantea’s expert ministrations, her arms and legs arrested by cuffs and Pantea’s tail.
“Cum for me then,” Pantea drove her forward, “Cum my gorgeous slut! Cum for me!!”
The elf screamed music as Pantea finished driving her to climax. Then her cries were a cutting lilt in the air. A delightful sound of exploding pleasure. Pantea’s laughter added a discordant note to the music as Baby Elf bucked and squirmed in her grip, her leather-clad body rapidly losing strength in the aftermath. And then there was the taste of it. Pantea drew power from her new elf pet’s sexual release, consuming it like food, drinking it like the finest wine. She made it into her own power and felt it reinforce her own mind and energy even as her elf sagged exhaustively into the mattress.
Recovering quickly , Pantea moved. She locked her elf’s wristcuffs behind her back and shifted herself to rest behind her squirming captive. Their two sets of leather-clad legs intertwined as Pantea’s hands and tail began wandering her elf’s body. Pantea wasn’t entirely surprised when the much younger woman began snuggling into her embrace, pushing herself deeper into the demon’s arms and mumbling nearly incoherent words as she did. With a smile, Pantea called a ballgag to her hand and tapped her elf with it.
“Time to gag you for sleepy time, my huntress.”
“Wait,” Baby Elf’s voice was unexpected. Pantea thought she would be too out of it to be able to communicate at this point. She'd had a long night, after all. And for her first time in Pantea's bed the demoness had certainly put her through her paces.
“Yes, pet?”
“Keara.”
Delight danced in Pantea’s eyes and she smiled widely as she realized what just happened. A willing and (somewhat) unprompted surrendering of her name!
“Keara?”
“Mmmm.” The elf—Keara—nodded sleepily. Pantea’s smile grew while she gently brushed some loose strands of auburn hair out of her pet’s face. “Keara. What a good girl. Now open up.”
She did so without hesitation. The ballgag slipped in without resistance. Keara was so out of sorts that she fell asleep by the time Pantea was finished buckling the gag behind her head, taking satisfaction in the prefect fit of the rubber ball between Keara’s teeth. Pantea continued her explorations of the elf’s body, still enjoying the feel of her breasts and fit muscles underneath that exquisitely made catsuit. Even asleep, the girl continued to squirm and shift ever-so-lightly under her new owner’s grip. Delightful.
Now cuddled up on the bed with her bound, gagged, and sleeping new elf pet, Pantea considered her next move.
The memories the succubus glimpsed within Keara’s mind had been unexpected. The harsh words had been indistinct, but their tones clear and their actions even more so. How surprisingly mundane. Bullying and teasing? It didn’t fit the image of the mysterious, aloof elves hidden in their private world, only venturing out in brief intervals and small numbers. But Pantea supposed one might be surprised to see how mundanely petty succubi and other demons could often be. Cattiness and gossip and all that. People were people, no matter what species they were.
Elves had to grow up, didn’t they? And children growing up always seemed to single out one among their number to pick, poke, and prod at. It seemed Pantea’s adorable new pet was that child for her generation of Faerie. Not quite ostracized, but bullied out into the fringes. Pantea found herself somewhat sympathetic to her young elf slave. She had been in such a position once upon a time, back when she was human and freshly brought to the palace where she spent most of her mortal adult life. Then again when she was a newly made succubus and beneath seemingly every demon there was.
Pantea technically wasn’t very high up in the succubus social ladder at the moment either, but at this point that had more to do with her own lack of ambition. She was well past caring. The people who mattered knew better than to cross her, that was the important part.
If Pantea had not taken Keara captive, she might be predisposed to nudge the girl towards power. To help her pull herself out of the fringes as her new Mistress and owner had more than once in the past. But Keara was Pantea’s captive, and that meant reinforcing the elf’s place in her household. Keara was a slave now, Pantea’s pet and toy. A prized part of the demon’s extensive collection of slaves, even if she wasn’t fully enthralled yet. The only power she would ever have was what Pantea allowed her.
Yet despite the way Keara had melted into Pantea’s arms moments ago, she wasn’t broken. There was still a long way to go before she would accept her new life as a demon’s property and give herself wholly over to Pantea. She was still an elf, after all. Haughty. Proud, if less so than her peers. An heir to ancient magics and sensual powers.
But now Pantea had leverage to exploit. Knowledge of psychological weaknesses in Keara’s mental armor. The elf girl was used to being put down, bullied, and mocked. She was accustomed to having every perceived physical flaw thrown in her face and insulted. Pantea’s smile grew sinister. The sympathy she felt for the bullied young elf woman wasn’t going to stop her from using those insecurities to her advantage. She knew just how to handle a slave like this.
Pantea sat up. Keara didn’t react. She was well and truly out of it. Totally asleep. Getting off the bed, Pantea went over to a nearby cabinet to retrieve some more equipment. She didn’t simply summon it, as there was no one to impress or intimidate at the moment and doing things with her own two hands always felt just a little more satisfying to the red demoness. It didn’t take long to find what she wanted.
Heading back to the bed with her chosen equipment, Pantea quickly bound her sleeping elf’s legs with another set of cuffs. The light brown boots Pantea’s thralls had stuffed her feet into were still there, a wonderfully snug fit. Pantea slipped the new cuffs around the ankles, then chained them close together with barely two inches of slack. That chain was attached to one corner of the expansive bed. When that was done, another length of chain was added to Keara’s collar and that too was attached to the opposite corner. Pantea tugged at both chains, happy with the level of slack they allowed her captive as she was draped over the bed corner to corner.
Still not done, Pantea next added leather bands to the sleeping elf. They went around her elbows, limiting the movement of her arms even further. Then Pantea bound her arms again, wrapping more leather around her torso to trap them against her body. More leather belts followed at Keara’s thighs and calves, thoroughly binding all of her limbs.
When she was done binding Keara up, it was time for a finishing touch. While asleep, Keara was as vulnerable as she could be. Not only because it was easier to tie her up tight when she couldn’t resist, but because her mind was vulnerable. It was far more difficult to shore up mental defenses when your conscious mind was at rest than when it was awake and active. So Pantea leaned in close to her new slave’s ear and…
“Keara,” she whispered, still giddy at how quickly her toy slut had surrendered her name, “my precious little pet. I own you. I am your Mistress. You will be safe with me. Tucked away. Desired. A jewel of my collection. You are my slave, and you will be happy here.”
Keara shifted in her sleep, a cloudy look coming over her face before she settled down again.
Standing back to admire her handiwork, Pantea considered getting rid of the leather catsuit the elf was wearing. It would certainly be a treat to watch Keara wake up to find herself naked. On the other hand, the green leather suit seemed to have some kind of significance for the young woman. Maybe it would be better to wait until she woke up and then change her clothes then, by force. Or perhaps…
Pantea decided to let it wait. If Keara was still asleep when she returned, she’d wake up without her catsuit. And if not, she would get stripped out of it while conscious. The demoness could afford to wait and make that decision in a little bit. For now, she had to leave the sleeping elf.
After all, Keara wasn’t the only brand-new slave Pantea got to meet tonight.
X*X*X
Back in her home, in the Bread and Breakfast she owned and operated, Mrs. Addison was not having a good night.
With little else to do—bound, gagged, and hooded on one of her own beds—she gave another half-hearted effort to free herself. It had been long apparent that she wasn’t going to meaningfully loosen the expertly tied ropes binding her. Even now, hours after being bound, they had barely slackened.
At first Mrs. Addison’s captors only tied her wrists and ankles. But their boss’s orders to “stick her in a hogtie,” had been interpreted somewhat liberally. The henchpeople had tied her wrists and ankles together, then added ropes to her knees, to her elbows, and to trap her upper arms against her chest.
Then, just for good measure, they added a crotch rope.
Once again, the woman who refused to even think her first name since associating with Faerie made a futile attempt to position her legs comfortably. And once again, she only succeeded at rubbing the rope through her silk pajama paints against her sex. She moaned miserably into the full head leather hood keeping her blindfolded and her ballgag inside her mouth.
They hadn’t been burglars. That much was incredibly obvious. These people had been staying in Mrs. Addison’s inn for days before making their move. What little cash Mrs. Addison kept in her safe wouldn’t even have covered what they spent on their rooms. It was the twenty-first century, for Pete’s sake. People paid with credit cards, not cash.
Mrs. Addison suspected they were slavers. They had taken her lovely little dark-haired toy with them, after all, along with whatever guest they had dragged in to her room. And their skill in tying people up with ropes was undeniable. The middle-aged innkeeper just knew she was the last living soul in the building. That everyone who wasn’t involved in raiding her home and place of business had been taken off to who even knew what.
A normal occurrence for this place, admittedly. But at least the elves made sure their slaves enjoyed their time as property! And they let them go free at the end of it! Some of them, more than Mrs. Addison ever would have guessed before she started supplying them with guests to play with, enjoyed it so much they came back. Like poor little Norah.
The only question was why they hadn’t taken Mrs. Addison too. She wasn’t going to win any beauty pageants, but she knew she was still a catch well into her forties. Was it the elves? Had they given her some kind of magical protection? A compulsion to protect one of their assets from abduction?
All the woman could do was wonder. And struggle. And try to sleep. She even managed it at times, successfully falling into fitful, miserable instances of unconsciousness that probably didn’t last very long. Not that she could check a clock to know for sure.
Would the elves rescue her? Would they even notice what happened? They didn’t come every day, after all. It was very possible they wouldn’t find out what happened for weeks or months. Mrs. Addison would be left here to free herself or hope someone came across her soon.
That wouldn’t take more than a day or two, would it?
After another episode of restless sleep, Mrs. Addison roused herself with another round of struggling. She could swear she felt the ropes starting to give a little, that time. Right? She wasn’t imagining things, was she?
There was a noise. Extremely faint, to the point where Mrs. Addison couldn’t help but wonder if she was imagining it. A sound. A chuckle, perhaps. And as she listened, Mrs. Addison realized the room was now more quiet than it had ever been, as if a blanket had been draped over the air and every normal sound was smothered. The air conditioning humming, electricity running, and wind rustling branches against the windows all seemed muted.
And she knew, somehow, that she was no longer alone in the room.
With no choice but to throw herself at the mercy of whoever it was, Mrs. Addison began struggling and begging for help through her gag.
As she squirmed and moaned, Mrs. Addison began to hear more movement. Someone was here. They weren’t trying to hide themselves anymore. The door to the room opened and closed. Wait, did that mean they were leaving her behind?
The human woman rolled over, her moans suddenly cutting off in a yelp as she drew too close to the edge of the bed. She had been careful to keep herself from falling all night, only to teeter too close now—
She was caught. Strong, sensuous hands grabbed her by the shoulder and rolled her back onto the bed.
“Careful,” whispered a musical voice. Definitely an elf. There was something in the way they spoke that made it obvious to those who knew them. Most likely a woman. “We’re not sure if we want you hurt yet.”
That... didn’t calm Mrs. Addison’s nerves very much, but she held herself still nonetheless and was rewarded when she felt the leather hood on her face pulled upwards, past her chin and all the way up to her nose. They stopped short of freeing her eyes, but the ballgag was loosened and pulled out of her mouth a second later.
“I was attacked,” Mrs. Addison said as soon as she could. “My home invaded, my guests and the slave that was here were taken. I—I don’t know who it was, exactly.”
She trailed off into heavy breaths, working her aching jaw as it was finally free. Mrs. Addison shivered deeply as she felt a single, soft finger trace along her jaw.
"An interesting tale, firefly," said her savior (new captor?). The woman then felt herself being pulled, hauled onto this person's lap. It was another woman, as she thought. Mrs. Addison could tell that much. And she was strong. Tall. Leather covered most of her body. Unquestionably an elf. The human woman felt hands begin a soft yet thorough groping of her breasts and rear.
Then the humming started.
It was a beautiful sound. A soft chime in the wind,. A lullaby of birdsong. Despite herself, despite every bit of discomfort and adrenaline surging through her body, Mrs. Addison felt herself begin to calm. Her heart rate slowed, her breathing became normal. A melodious fog that fell over her mind, and it felt wonderful.
And also terrifying. A rational corner of the human woman's mind rebelled at the sound even as the rest allowed her to fall under it's spell.
Mrs. Addison didn't know how long she was listening before she felt those sensuous fingers touch her chin and tilt her head up before speaking gently. “Why don’t you start at the beginning for me, and I’ll think about not making you my pretty pony girl…?”
Memories of countless men and women flashed through Mrs. Addison's mind. Her gifts to Faerie. Slave toys returned to her, that listless gaze in so many of their eyes. The rational part of Mrs. Addison's mind recoiled in horror at the thought of becoming like them. But the rest of her barely cared, was too relaxed to worry about anything.
She told the story. Told the elf caressing her about the group of guests who had burst in on her when she was about to play with Norah and bound them both. How they kept her there, idly toying with their body and discussing the money they were stealing until their boss had arrived with another captive and directed them to stuff her in a bedroom and leave her behind.
All the while, the elf woman cooed and hummed at her. And every so often, she spoke. Asked questions. Said words of encouragement, but also stern reprimands for her failures followed by whispered promises of safety and protection.
"Your poor thing. What a horrible experience.”
“You shouldn't have been left to manage things alone, you're only human."
"I can take you somewhere safe, somewhere where you will be protected. You would make a good pony. And you would love it, of course. All humans do."
Again, the rational part of Mrs. Addison mind screamed that they were going to take her. Train her. Punish her for being attacked. It was louder, inflamed by the indignity of the thought of being punished for being attacked. But even so, the calming effect of the song was overpowering. Mrs. Addison knew she had to agree before they could whisk her away, but if she could muster up the will to refuse then--
There was a scream. It came from a different room. Another elf was in the building, and whoever it was screamed. A mind-breaking shriek that declared nothing more than pure, unending fury.
The humming stopped short, and Mrs. Addison was suddenly very, very nervous.
X*X*X
“Norah,” Pantea said, feeling out the sound of it. “That’s a pretty name.”
Her other new slave, the woman with short dark hair, was panting and almost dripping with sweat. She knelt on a bed with frogtied legs, her arms tied at the wrists and kept high in the air with rope attached to the ceiling. Her new demonic mistress was behind her, their naked bodies pressed together. Pantea’s tail wrapped possessively around the human’s waist while she explored with her hands and peppered the human’s neck with kisses and her ear with whispers.
“Thank—uggh—thank you, Mistress.”
“And so polite! Your previous owners had you well trained.”
“Yes Mistress!” She called out, this time more eagerly. Pantea frowned. “They trained me very well—AAAH!”
Her admiration was interrupted by a sudden, hard twist of the nipple coinciding with an intense burst of pleasure between her legs as Pantea amped up her efforts downstairs.
“And then they abandoned you,” Pantea continued when Norah's panting breaths slowed. “They tossed you out to spend the rest of a cold, mundane life aching for their touch.”
“They… they couldn’t keep me there, they had to—”
“Ridiculous,” Pantea interrupted. She leaned in to pepper the woman's neck with gentle kisses, pausing only to nibble at her ear. “Only a fool would abandon a doe-eyed beauty like you, Norah. No excuse they gave you explains it. They abandoned you because it amused them to, and that is a mistake I have no intention of making myself.”
“I… I don’t… um…”
“Shhhh… don’t think, Norah. Just relax into your new Mistress's arms. Let the pleasure come, let me show you how much better your life will be when you’ve given yourself to me…”
Pantea had been playing with Norah for some time now. She found the dark-haired woman sharing a meal with her minders and whisked her away for some ‘getting to know you’ playtime. It was fun. The poor elven pleasure slave was a riot in bed and in bondage. So compliant, so well trained. Between her and Brenda a few months back, playing with someone new who had already mostly been broken in was a nice change of pace.
The only real issue was all that admiration the girl had for her former owners. Their training hadn't been limited to simple compliance. The elves had taught this woman to worship them, to crave their approval and think the world of everything they did. When Norah spoke of them, her words were tainted with unthinking admiration.
Training that elf-worship out of Norah would take some doing. But with the right touch Pantea was confidant she could break the girl of it. Or at least transfer it to herself.
For now though, playing with her body would have to be enough. Pantea's smile never left her face as she continued exploring her new human, enjoying her wet mound with one hand and her firm breasts with another.
“Now," the demoness nibbled on Norah's ear again, "lets see if I can give you another orgasm or three before I put you to bed…”
When she was finally done Pantea left Norah behind to take a quick nap before head straight for the bed/pleasure room she left her elf pet bound up and sleeping in. What time was it now? Noon? Before? After? It was hard to guess if Keara would be awake or not.
Idly, Pantea wondered what images her little whispered messages had conjured up in Keara's head. The ancient demoness giggled to herself, the sound echoing off the walls along with the click-clacking of her heels. From what she had seen so far, the young elf had an active imagination. Maybe even active enough to give her some ideas about what to do next.
Planting those words in the elf's mind had been a risk. Pantea had put real power into them, and Keara was obviously familiar enough with magic and mental defenses to recognize that much. It could easily backfire and make the young elf-woman more resistant to her new owner. Pantea might come back to find a completely defiant captive, a pliant and blushing little flower, or anything in between.
But hey, that was part of the fun, wasn't it? Seeing how Keara acted upon waking would tell Pantea a lot about her and what would need to be done to keep her in hand. Everything was a learning experience, every failure a lesson in how to succeed.
Stepping into the bedroom, Pantea caught sight of her new pet bound exactly as she left her on the bed, stretched from corner to corner, all wrapped up in leather bonds and still wearing her green catsuit and the brown boots Pantea had been kind enough to give her.
This was the time to get rid of that getup. It wouldn't do to have Keara wearing a reminder of home anymore. Honestly, Pantea should have gotten rid of it the night before, but she'd been too caught up in the moment to care. Now the thought of stripping Keara out of the suit and into something sexy put a bright smile on Pantea's face.
Wait a second. Pantea looked down to her own outfit. The one she’d redressed in after playing with Norah. She hadn't changed either, had she?
Well that settled it. A change of clothes was in order, both for Pantea and for her elf slave.
"Good morning Keara!" she called out as she approached the bed, still unsure if the elf was even awake or not. "Wakey wakey Baby Elf, it's time to get up and at 'em!"
Keara as awake. Her only response was a grunt, and somewhat half-hearted one at that. It was more of an effort to sound brave than true steely defiance.
"We have a big day today," she continued as she stalked closer to the bed. "It's going to be your first WHOLE day in your new home. Isn't that exciting?"
Instead of waiting for another mumbled reply, Pantea snapped her fingers. The chains attaching Keara to the bedposts audibly snapped off, leaving her with a tiny bit more freedom. Not a lot, since the rest of her was still in thorough bondage, but now she could twist around!
Or at least she could have, if Pantea didn't grab the chain between Keara's ankles and haul her forward as suddenly and abruptly as she could manage, far more easily than someone of her physical size should have been able to. In a flash, Keara's legs were hanging over the bed and falling to the floor. In a second, equally abrupt motion, Pantea grabbed Keara by one of the leather straps on her torso and pulled her into a sitting position.
Keara's eyes were pleasingly wide as Pantea grabbed her once more, this time by the back of her head, and dragged her into a kiss over her ballgag. There was resistance, a knee-jerk attempt to pull away. Pantea didn't let that happen. She held on to her pet and crawled on the elf's lap, her own knees resting on the bed. Pantea's other arm came to rest on Keara's back to hold her more firmly.
Then, gingerly, Pantea relinquished her grip on the back of Keara's head and came around to take a soft hold of her chin instead.
When she was done with the mouth, she gave Keara a peck on the nose. "Welcome to the rest of your life, Keara," she took care to draw out the sound of Keara's name, making sure the elf could see the smoldering, possessive glint in her eyes. And Keara reacted, trembling in her place.
Ooo, that was interesting. The way Keara averted her eyes, the shame written all over her face... and Panta didn’t think that was shame at having been caught. Interesting.
Then, almost as abruptly as when she pulled Keara off the bed in the first place, Pantea hopped back to her feet. She put her hands on her hips smirk and loomed for half a second.
"First thing's first!" She exclaimed. "Err, second thing's second, I guess. We need to get you dressed! I mean, you can't go around in that suit forever. You're a slave now, and you need to look the part.”
Keara didn’t like hearing that. She growled under her gag and glared. And she was, of course, ignored.
"And because I'm such a kind, caring Mistress, I'll give you a choice. I can let you out of those bonds so you can get rid of that suit on your own, or..."
Pantea grew one fingertip into a sharp claw, one easily capable of slicing leather.
"I can strip you myself."
Keara stared at Pantea, burning with inner conflict. It was easy to see, if you knew how to look. The succubus noticed the elf trying to lean forward, then making herself pull back. She could see the way Keara’s legs shifted and rubbed together, unconsciously trying to stimulate herself. The elf didn’t know what to think or how to react to what was happening. It was fun to watch.
But as amusing as the show was, they didn’t have all day.
“I’m waiting Keara,” Pantea slowly drew her name out again, sensually edging closer to her, “This is a privilege, getting to choose. But if you’d prefer to surrender yourself and let me take care of things…?” She held up that sharpened claw, and her grin widened into something truly predatory, “I’m happy to help...”
That seemed to make up her mind. Keara frowned, threatening to make Pantea laugh out loud. The elf was trying not to show weakness as if she hadn’t already shown plenty of it, as if she wasn’t visibly shuddering right then and there.
“Well if you don’t want your Mistress to strip you…” Pantea settled herself back onto Keara’s lap, burning yellow eyes mere inches from Keara’s own, “Then I want you to promise me you’re going to pick an outfit from my selection and get dressed in it. Just that.” She booped Keara on the nose with her finger, “Just one measly little promise. You can do that for your Mistress can’t you?”
Keara squeezed her eyes shut. Then, reluctantly, she nodded.
Pantea chuckled. “What a good girl you are, Keara.”
The elf snarled at her.
Now Pantea did laugh out loud. She gave the elf another tap on the nose. "You're cute," she said as she stood up and took a few steps back. "Like a little lion cub trying to roar for the first time. Adorable."
Before Keara could react to that, Pantea snapped her fingers again. A chain came flying down from the ceiling, attached itself to the chain binding Keara's ankles together, and wrenched itself back upwards. Keara's feet followed into into the air (granting Pantea a pleasing view of Keara's rear), but only for a few seconds until her boots unzipped themselves and went flying off.
Pantea caught her pet's falling feet. Laughing, the demoness flipped Keara backwards, making her tumble back to the center of the bed. Any efforts Keara made to straighten herself were undermined a second later, when yet another snap of the fingers accompanied the sudden release of all her bindings. With her limbs suddenly free, Keara flopped around even more before regaining control of herself.
A final snap summoned a fine, throne-like cushioned chair for Pantea to sit on. She sat down in a comfortable slouch and crossed her legs, enjoying the show her pet was putting on.
"Come on, lazybones," she called out. "We don't have all day long. I want to see that suit on the floor! Chop chop!"
Keara's furious, red-faced glare was a sight to see. It was easy to see she wanted to attack. Fight back. She wanted to keep herself clothed and escape.
Well, too bad for her. Pantea brandished a claw again, and that reminder seemed good enough to make Keara keep her promise. She grudgingly began to undress herself, and Pantea grinned at the show. It was slow going, with Keara's internal war seeming to renew with each inch of skin she exposed. But that was fine, it gave Keara a chance to pick out Keara's wardrobe for the day.
Finally, Keara stood naked at the foot of the bed, legs shifting back and forth and arms folded tentatively beneath her breasts. Her gaze was elsewhere, looking everywhere but Pantea. And for her part, the demoness sat back and drank in the sight of her elf pet.
Every inch of the elf's taut body was a treat. Her slender form reminded Pantea of her natural grace, how her every movement enticed and gently called for attention whether she meant to or not. Her long legs were perfectly defined and oh so easy to picture in so many outfits. Her pert bust called invitingly to be enjoyed and toyed with. Locks of auburn hair flowing magnificently in waves over her shoulder and behind her back.
And there was her presence. The young elf-woman radiated uncertainty, vulnerability, and just the right amount of shame. But there was something more too. A little glint of defiant challenge, and an intriguing edge of curiosity.
"You're gorgeous, Keara," Pantea said with a smile. "Absolutely stunning... and mine. All mine. A pretty elf toy, just for me."
She let that hang for a long moment before pointing off to the side of the bed, towards a closet. With an effort of will, Pantea filled with several outfits. "Your wardrobe for the day is in there," she declared. "You may choose what you want to wear among the outfits inside. Or, if you prefer, you can spend the day nude."
Pantea chuckled again at the horrified look on Keara's face. "Hey, don't knock it till you try it. Walking around naked is fun as hell. But in any case, don't take too long. If I decide I'm doing too much waiting, I'll march in there and dress you however I see fit, understand?"
A grudging nod.
Pantea tutted. "That won't do, cutie. Where are your manners? Give me a real answer, Keara. Or do the elves teach their slaves better decorum than themselves?"
"No!" she cried out, face twisted with anger. "I understand what you said... mistress."
"Good girl!" Pantea answered, letting the elf's disrespectful tone wash over her. She'd be teaching her better soon enough.
Keara backed her way over to the dressing room, refusing to show her back (or her butt) to her succubus kidnapper. Pantea wondered which outfit she would pick. There weren't a lot of options, but they were varied.
There was what a modern human might recognize as a harem outfit, all silks and transparent veils in light blue colors. All designed to show off its wearer’s body and beauty. It was something Pantea herself might have been made to wear, long ago when she was a human herself.
Then there were two dresses. Both pleasingly tight, figure hugging numbers. But that was where the similarities ended. The red one was short to the extreme, the kind of thing you'd expect the gogo girls at a seedy club to wear, and paired with magnificent thigh high PVC boots.
The other dress was much classier. A fine cocktail dress of a vivid purple color, complete with dark stockings and lingerie to go on underneath.
And finally, Pantea had chosen one of the most overtly human outfits she could think of. A cute black and red cheerleader uniform. Nice skirt, a midriff-bearing sleeved top, and (of course) the knee- high socks.
What Keara picked to wear would say something about her. Would she base her choice on her own desires or try to anticipate Pantea's? The demon woman was guessing it would be the former. Keara didn't think like a slave yet. She hadn't accepted that her place was to please her mistress. So the smart money said Keara would choose the cocktail dress, the most dignified of the outfits. Perhaps she would go a more surprising route and pick the skimpier clothes as a show of bold defiance, but Pantea felt pretty safe in her private bet.
In the meantime, Pantea turned her attention to the elven leather catsuit left on the ground in a pile. She would be saving it for later, but for now she stood up to get it out of sight. It wouldn't do for Keara to catch sight of it. The girl needed no reminders of her old life.
Pantea unceremoniously shoved it under the bed. No one would ever guess she would hide it so simply and mundanely, but it hadn't been prepared for Pantea to simply vanish it some place. She would have someone come in here later and dispose of it more properly.
And when that was done, Pantea sat back down to await her pet's choice of outfit.
“Tick tock Keara!” she chanted when she decided it was taking the elf a little too long, “I’m waaaaaaiting…”
Sure enough, the elf picked the classiest dress. And to no one’s surprise (well, maybe to Keara’s own surprise) she looked fantastic in it.
Keara strode out with elven sensuality and even struck a pose in an attempt to hold some control over the situation. The soft, velvet purple dress was simple. Straightforward straps held up up and the skirt came most of the ways down her thighs. It hugged every inch of the elven figure it covered, its shade contrasting nicely with Keara’s auburn hair and completing her natural beauty so well. A pair of sheer purple stockings completed the image.
Pantea trailed a hungry gaze up and down Keara’s figure. Taking the time to drink her in, and being as obvious about it as possible. The dress curved so well with the elf's body, and the sight of her bare shoulders and stocking-clad legs... every inch of the elf was gorgerous.
“My, my Baby Elf, you look…exquisite…”
Keara’s face flushed, and she gave Pantea a defiant look. But the faint blush told the real story. She loved hearing how gorgeous she was. Loved being an object of desire.
Pantea almost wanted to send thank you cards to those bullies.
The succubus stood up to get a better look. Coming in close, it was easy to see Keara steeling herself. She was doing a much better job of it than she had before, no doubt a result of her few private minutes.
The demoness let herself purr as she stalked around her slave, taking her in from all angles. She reached out to trace her hand over Keara’s hips, then the small of her back. Little touches Pantea delighted in making as she explored her slave’s body in her new clothing.
Pantea remembered being human once, long ago. She had grown with farm animals and one detail that always stuck in her mind even now, thousands of years later, was how to break a wild horse. How to bombard it with light touches to get it used to human contact so it wouldn’t buck off the first person who tried to ride it.
This was the same idea. Little touches to drive home Keara’s place in her new life. That above all else, she was there for her owner’s pleasure.
“I thought you would pick this dress,” Pantea said, her voice barely more than a whisper as she came to stand in front of her slave. She kept one hand on Keara’s lower back, letting it travel down to her rear. “And I’m glad you did. It suits you.”
She reached up to grab a gentle hold of Keara’s chin and made her look into her eyes. “My pretty little elf pet, showing off her beauty to her Mistress.”
Keara was now losing the battle to keep her face and expression impassive, her efforts at steely resolve fading in the face of flattery and being so nakedly desired. No words came to her lips as she struggled internally.
“But the outfit isn’t complete yet, is it Keara?” Pantea then asked, drawing a surprised, somewhat fearful look.
“What? But... but this is what was there,” said Keara. “It’s all here. Even the leg coverings!” She gestured down at her stockings.
“Sure,” Pantea admitted, her tone patient. “But look at your arms and legs, Keara. They’re not bound up at all. We have to fix that.”
With another snap of her fingers (which wasn’t necessary and only done for dramatic effect) more leather cuffs came flying in seemingly out of nowhere. Keara stumbled back and yelped involuntarily as her wrists and ankles were captured, sturdy little chains connecting them together. Her wrists were now behind her back and her ankles had just enough slack for her to take short steps.
Light as her sudden and forceful bondage was, Keara stumbled. Anyone, even an elf would have trouble keeping their balance at so abrupt a change, and Keara was no exception. She fell down in a way that might have rumpled her dress or damaged her dark stockings if they weren’t objects of Pantea’s domain and she weren't making a mental effort to keep them pristine.
“Don’t get up,” Pantea ordered when Keara moved to crawl back to her feet. “It’s my turn to change my clothes. When I come out of that dressing room you’ll be kneeling in front of that chair over there with your head bowed like a good little slave.”
There was no playfulness in her tone now. This was an order, and Pantea expected it to be followed.
She didn’t wait to see Keara’s response. Instead walking through the door Keara passed through minutes before. Inside was a much larger variety of outfits than there had been then. As a matter of fact, it was an entirely new room. Pantea’s personal closet.
The succubus stripped herself quickly, leaving her leather outfit strewn about on the floor. She replaced it with a dress that wouldn’t look out of place at a cocktail party next to Keara’s purple one. Pantea’s was black though, and its skirt reached just past her knees. She forwent stockings herself but found a nice pair of matching high heels to go with it.
The succubus emerged from the room to find Keara kneeling as ordered. The elf was straining against her bonds, though not truly trying to break them. Her angry breaths were audible from the other side of the room.
“Good girl,” Pantea smirked as she sat on her throne-like chair. “Now, you may kiss your Mistress’s shoes. You remember cleaning my boots last night, don’t you? Just like that.”
For a moment, Pantea was sure the elf was going to scream. She stared the elf down with an expectant look. Keara would do it, and they both knew it. She didn’t have a choice, and what’s more, Pantea knew that deep down she wanted to do it. The young elf’s submissive streak was undeniable.
“Hurry up now. The sooner you’re done, the sooner we can get you some breakfast.”
Finally, Keara squeezed her eyes shut, sucked in breath after breath, and made herself try to put on a fake smile as she bent down. Pantea purred as the elf went to work on her nice shoes. It was a lovely sight, her beautiful elf slave in her gorgeous velvet dress at her feet, worshiping her. Pantea had known kidnapping an elf would be a real treat, but this was so much better better than she had imagined!
“Mmmmmm…” the demoness let out a louder sound of pleasure, “Goooood girl. Keep going. You’re doing wonderfully.” Her tail uncoiled and snaked out to rest on Keara’s shoulder and then trail closer to her neck. A gentle reminder of her helplessness. The elf girl shivered. Pantea wasn't sure if she was shaking form rage, fear, arousal, or something else. All of the above, most likely.
Keara was clearly on the verge of snapping. That much was now easy to see. The internal war between her shame, desire, and all the associated emotions that came with both was reaching a boiling point. And as Pantea recrossed her legs and presented Keara with her other shoe, she wondered how best to handle it.
She soon came to a decision.
X*X*X
"Hello everyone!" Pantea strode into the meal hall, Keara held close. The elf's leash was in Pantea's left hand while her right was directing Keara from the small of her back. Her tail was wrapped lightly around Keara's waist. She was still cuffed at the wrists and ankles and her feet were bare besides the stockings. Pantea had spent most of the walk to the hall nuzzling her and groping her fine rear. "This is Keara, one of my new slaves. And Keara, this is a bunch of my other slaves! Say hi!"
There weren't a ton of people eating at the moment. Only about eight or nine or so. Pantea had a lot of thralls, and most of them spent most of their time outside the palatial building where Pantea lived, in the village-like settlement that had naturally sprung up in its shadow.
All of those eyes (or nearly all of them, since Tiffany was too busy eating to pay attention) turned to look at the new slave. Some were openly leering, others gave her a quick glance, and a few others were giving her a more appraising look. Anteaus and Johanna were there. Both had been present when Keara was taken. Pantea wondered if the elf would recognize them.
Keara wilted under the sudden attention of so many thralls, clearly humiliated to be displayed so openly to them. She tried to take a step backwards, but Pantea held her firm.
"Now now Keara, don't be shy. I just told you to say hi, didn't I? Get out there and greet your new friends." She gave the elf a light shove, and Keara almost fell again at the sudden forced motion.
It was too much for the poor girl. From behind, Pantea could see her mouth working but no sound coming out. She could only stare with wide eyes at her fellow slaves. Horrified, humiliated, and possibly a little flattered to have so many gazes looking up and down her body. She probably didn't realize it yet, but this was going to to be a big part of her life going forward. Pantea had captured an elf, and in the future she would be using her to display her power, her skill, and her excellent taste to other demons.
A litany of compliments and a few catcalls sounded out from the peanut gallery, and Keara only shrunk in on herself further. Panta smiled, and came up to grab the elf from behind once again.
"You're all too kind," she spoke. "Now back to your business. Keara needs a nice, big meal before play time. And don't worry, you'll all get chances to get to know her better soon enough."
Keara whimpered at that, and Pantea paid it no mind as she directed the elf to sit down at one of the long tables. Pantea sat down next to her. Easy enough when the seats were benches rather than actual chairs. Her tail once again found its way around Keara's waist, keeping her close.
"Normally, this is the part where I order someone to feed my new slaves so your arms can stay nice and secure," Pantea explained. She trailed one hand gently up and down Keara's thigh. "Have you ever watched a slave get fed by hand, when they're too bound up and helpless to do it themselves? Trust me, it's a show worth watching. But you've been such a good, obedient little elf-pet for me today, so I think I can trust you to continue behaving."
Another snap of the fingers, and the cuffs around Keara's wrists and ankles vanished. Her arms immediately wrapped around herself. The effort it took her not to knock Pantea's caressing hand away was obvious.
"Now what do you say?"
The elf grimaced, but eventually managed to force herself to speak. "Thank you, mistress."
Pantea responded with a smile, and with her tail and free hand pulled Keara a little closer to her. They were practically hip to hip now. "You're such a good girl, Keara. I just know you're going to love here. Being my slave is where you belong."
She let out a happy sigh just as a couple of thralls brought Keara's meal. Pantea herself had eaten not too long ago, and didn't need anything. The multiple plates of hash browns, eggs, bacon, and numerous other bits of a delicious breakfast were all for Keara.
And Keara was hungry. Pantea wondered if she had skipped dinner before going out on her first hunt or if she was just trying to distract herself from Pantea's touch, because she started scarfing down that food like there was no tomorrow. Her face would have become a mess in seconds if they weren't in Pantea's domain, who could will her pets to remain clean.
Pantea let the feeding frenzy go on for a minute or two before her hand traveled a little further down the elf's leg to reach the hem of her skirt and reach underneath. Keara stopped short, frozen as she realized what Pantea was doing.
"Keep eating," the demon ordered. "After this we're going to spend the rest of the day playing. I want you to be able to keep your strength up."
A long moment passed before Keara made herself start eating again. Pantea waited for one more before resuming her ministrations. Her hand crept further up her pet's leg while the other snaked around her side and traced its way up to the bottom of her breasts.
"We're going to have so much fun today," she whispered to Keara as she began working and groping at two of the elf's most sensitive areas. "We'll play for hours and hours, until it's time for you to go back to sleep.
"I'm going to bind you up so tight and give you pleasure you've never even imagined before. And you, my pretty elf slut, you'll love every second of it. Every. Single. Second. I'm going to have you screaming and begging for more. When you're not gagged, that is. And then you'll give me pleasure right back.
"That's what you're here for, of course. You're a pleasure slave, Keara. MY pleasure slave. You're here to please me. And you will. Oh yes, you most definitely will."
There was something about groping someone in a dress that Pantea had always loved. Feeling the soft material between her hand and her toy's bust was one of life's simple pleasures. And with her other hand, she gave her pet another of life's pleasures. She found Keara's sex and began exploring it with expert fingers. Keara's breath hitched with every unexpected sensation.
The meal continued like that, with Pantea whispering to her pet of all the fun they would have while Keara made herself eat. She was trying to draw it out, Pantea guessed. Trying to stall before play time. She didn't want to play. Or, perhaps more accurately, she did want to play and was horrified at that fact.
The other slaves kept their distance, each knowing that their Mistress wanted to play on her own before inviting anyone else in. Woe unto anyone who tried to take a new toy from Pantea before she was ready to share. Some of them left the room when their business was done. And others entered in.
Lenny and Maria brought Norah in for her own meal when Keara was almost done with hers. Pantea saw her elf's eyes flash with anger at the sight of them. She definitely recognized those two.
Finally, Keara reached the point where she couldn't eat anymore. She trembled as her hands became idle, her face bright red. No more stalling.
It was time to play.