Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual F/f+, F/m+, lesdom, femdom, bondage, kidnapping, supernatural, succubus, elf, oral, sex slavery, foot worship
Another week passed since Keara danced her way out of the chastity belt, give or take a day. Pantea was enjoying herself too much to keep track of exactly how long it had been. And the elf wasn’t the only new slave she was having tons of fun with.
“Ooooooh yeah, just like that Norah. Juuust like that. Good girl. Gooood girl.”
Pantea was in bed with Norah, the black-haired former elven pleasure slave she kidnapped with Keara, who was going to town between her legs. Pantea had stuffed her into a sexy little purple leather dress and ball-tied her nice and tight. Norah’s head was just about the only part of her that could move freely, and it was currently up and aimed at Pantea’s sex.
The Succubus herself was buck naked, her hair spread across the silky pillow beneath her head, her legs wrapped around Norah, her tail squirming about in the sheets, and one hand firmly gripping Norah’s short hair.
It was a delicious moment. Poor Norah was usually stuck taking a back seat to Pantea’s redheaded elf. Other succubi might have practically ignored her, but Pantea knew it was important to give her some one on one time too. Norah’s usual minder Maria was outside the room, enjoying some of her own fun with Lenny.
The fine moment was abruptly halted when Pantea felt something. Her eyes popped open, her smile froze, and she was momentarily distracted from Norah’s skilled tongue. It was a strange tugging sensation, reminding Pantea more of a mild itch than anything else. An itch she’d been scratching at for weeks now.
Pantea huffed, annoyed. Norah noticed, and her big eyes were staring up at Pantea in distressed confusion. Was she not doing a good enough job?
“Not you, you’re doing great,” said Pantea. “Don’t let up, I just need to focus on something for a minute.”
Norah was unconvinced, but soon redoubled her efforts between her demonic owner’s legs. Pantea smiled again, drawing power from the lustful energies of their play.
Casting her attention out into her domain, Pantea searched for Keara. She didn’t expect the search to take long. Elves were creatures that constantly emanated a measure of power that, if left unchecked, could overwhelm those who came into contact with it. In short, the denizens of Faerie had a natural ability to dominate humans. Or demons, when they were careless enough.
Pantea couldn’t pretend she hadn’t been taken unaware by Keara’s aura on the night they met. She let her guard down when she saw how young and inexperienced her quarry was. Keara’s sensual presence was not as overwhelming as a more mature elf’s would have been, but it was more potent than Pantea expected from such a young elf. Enough for Pantea to lose her sense of time.
It wasn’t a conscious ability Keara was drawing upon. Pantea doubted that Keara was aware of it at all. But it was always active, and the elf was spending a fair amount of time with Pantea’s numerous thralls now. Insulating them from Keara’s subtle aura wasn’t difficult. Pantea owned them all, body and soul. Here in the heart of her domain no magic would ever affect them unless she allowed it to. Pantea hadn’t even noticed they were being affected until after Keara’s delightful dance. Still, the minor effort of shielding them was starting to get annoying.
Pantea soon found Keara tucked away in a little corner of the expansive home and resting on a leather divan. She was wearing the outfit Pantea picked out for her that morning: latex booty shorts, a leather bustier that showed off her sculpted midriff, a set of cuffs that weren’t currently attached to anything, her collar, and a bright red ballgag. Pantea had recently started keeping Keara gagged when not in her presence. The elf had a bad habit of saying insensitive things about humans and Pantea figured a gag would help keep that mouth of hers from getting her into trouble.
There was a book nearby. It looked like Keara had been trying to read. That made sense, the redheaded elf had taken a liking to the library in the last few days. But she wasn’t getting much reading done at the moment, what with the sexy brunette wrapped up in her arms.
Lindsey, huh? That was a bit of a surprise. She was one of Pantea’s newer thralls, and generally not as enthusiastic about playtime as most of her peers. Had she sought Keara out or was it the other way around?
Pantea watched as Keara pulled the human’s bookish hair bun apart with one hand while the other had a grip in her collar’s D-ring. Keara was simply manipulating her play partner, pulling her closer while she pet and caressed her until she eventually led Lindsey away from the divan to be bound.
All the while Pantea paid close attention to what the elf’s sensual aura was doing to her thrall…
Not much, all things considered. It was there, nibbling away at Lindsey’s enthralled will, but hardly doing any real damage. Still, it was there, and with enough time it would get to the point where Pantea would have to shore up Lindsey’s insulation against it.
Even without that part, Pantea didn’t want Keara getting too comfortable in a dominant role just yet. She still hadn’t fully broken the young elf to her will. Once Keara fully understood and accepted her new station in life, that would be another story. But in the immediate future, Pantea would have to step in.
Honestly, Pantea was almost starting to feel bad. Almost guilty, even. That little twitch of sympathy she felt upon seeing Keara’s memories bubbling back up to the surface of Pantea’s mind, reminding the demoness of her promises that Keara would never be made to suffer. Pantea had every intention of sticking to that goal—though she knew she had cut a fine line with allowing the genial laughter of her thralls during Keara’s escape attempt—but she needed Keara to accept her place before she could pamper the captive elf the way she meant to.
The Succubus looked forward to the day where she could let Keara off this particular leash. But the young elf woman needed to learn her place first.
What a troublesome slave Pantea’s elf was turning out to be, the succubus thought with a smile.
Pantea looked down at Norah with new appreciation. “You’re such a good girl,” she whispered. And she meant it. Norah gave her no resistance or even backtalk. And though Pantea enjoyed those things, enjoyed the careful balancing act of training a strong-willed captive into an obedient and submissive state, even she had to admit that it was just plain nice to have someone who simply gave themselves over to her now and again.
Deciding the Keara situation could wait for a little while, Pantea stopped paying attention to Keara and focused entirely on the human in bed with her. With a sudden, throaty growl Pantea sat up and flipped Norah around so she could keep working at Pantea’s sex with her tongue while Pantea herself could focus on hers. All without taking her out of her balltie.
When she was finished with Norah (leaving the human woman in a half-addled puddle of post-orgasmic bliss), Pantea stepped out of the room. She had wrapped herself in her bedsheets, not in the mood to pick out an outfit and thinking she looked sexy like this anyway.
With a smile of anticipation, Pantea went off to see Keara.
Her pace was casual. She whistled a fun little tune she half-remembered hearing a few decades back. The halls of Pantea’s domain were bare at the moment, most everyone within had found something to do. On a whim, Pantea stretched her awareness out to include the homes built alongside her manor, the ones that housed her thralls when they were not required to be available to her.
When she was closing in, Pantea spied a spider skittering about on the floor. It was an unnatural thing, as demonic as she was, though not a truly living being. The Sentinel was still spying on her. Pantea was almost starting to get nervous, but she shoved the feeling aside and returned to finding her elf. The Sentinel of Hell would come to state her business at some point, and Pantea knew better than to try and hurry that meeting along.
Pantea made a point of not looking in on what exactly the elf was doing after her first look. She knew where she was going, could sense both Keara and Lindsey’s presences in their exact location in her home. She simply preferred to find out firsthand just what was happening. It was typical of the succubus. Pantea generally didn’t watch what her slaves were doing unless she was physically present.
So when Pantea did make it to her destination, she found that it both was and was not quite what she was expecting.
The two of them were still laying on the divan, entwined in each other and in the bondage Keara had given the human thrall. Lindsey’s arms were bound behind her in leather cuffs, her eyes covered by a heavy blindfold, and her pants discarded on the ground while her shirt was splayed open and missed by their fun.
Keara was still dressed and still gagged. She wasn’t capable of removing the magically placed ball in her mouth without permission. The contrast with the ungagged Lindsey was surprising, especially since Keara was clearly the dominant partner here. The human was putty in the elf’s hands, writhing in pleasure and abandon.
The girl moaned in Keara’s arms as the Elf’s questing hands trailed along her inner thigh. Keara gave a gagged chuckle, making it a throaty one as she softly caressed the girl’s collared neck with her other hand. Keara’s eyes were still closed, her head still placed in the girl’s neck and shoulder.
“Mmmmmmm…O-oh…Y-yeesssssssss…” the mortal woman mewled, thrusting her hips from her bound position. Her bound hands squirmed against Keara’s midriff. With her hands the elf was tracing little circles around Lindsey’s stomach and thigh.
Pantea found herself… irked. Just a little bit. More at Lindsey, who was generally more recalcitrant than this, than at Keara. Pantea had put the athletically built, but bookish-in-personality brunette into such a state more than once since enthralling her. She had made Lindsey moan and scream in pleasure and ecstasy, but the brunette had yet to seek her Mistress out for such treatment the way she had apparently sought out her elven peer. Pantea would need to have a talk with the ungrateful little slut later. A chastity belt might be in order.
For now though, she needed to focus on her elf slave, who was not enthralled and therefore had the free will to resist. Keara still needed to accept her place in Pantea’s household before the succubus could let her take these kinds of liberties.
Pantea had been standing in the door for some minutes now without either of the room’s occupants noticing her. That was both intentional, as Pantea was masking her presence, and the result of the two sluts being so wrapped up in their own pleasure, as Pantea was fully visible in the doorway.
Careful not to be noticed, Pantea reached out with her mind and touched Keara’s. She wanted a look at the elf’s surface thoughts.
There were flashes of memory. Pantea saw another elf, older and with a resemblance to her pet. She was surrounded by human slaves Pantea did not recognize resting on sumptuous couches. The images were tinged with longing, admiration, and envy. Keara’s mother, no doubt. At times the image flickered and it was Keara on the couch, surrounded by slaves. Keara was imagining herself in her mother’s place at the head of her household. This was the result Keara thought she would be building towards when she stepped into that hotel room to kidnap Pantea’s human disguise.
But there was more to see, feel, and hear. The focus of Keara’s thoughts shifted towards the ballgag in her mouth and her annoyance at its constant presence. Her handling of Lindsey became more forceful. She captured the human’s legs with her own and moved her hands to knead at Lindsey’s breasts.
Keara’s emotions were in conflict as her thoughts turned to Pantea herself. The succubus smirked in amusement as she witnessed her captive think of her. Memories of their play sessions or times she looked up at the red skinned gorgeous demoness as Pantea held Keara’s leash in her hands…how her pulse pounded in her ears when Pantea spoke to her, teased her, promised her all manner of things…
But there were other images as well. Imaginative scenes of Pantea being at Keara’s mercy. Of the demoness bound and gagged on the floor licking at the elf’s boots, instead of the proper way of things. The succubus glimpsed fantasies of herself with a collar, numerous gags, and bound in all kinds of positions.
Pantea had seen enough. The succubus left Keara’s mind and stepped quietly into the room. Only the faint scraping of her sheets on the carpet announced her presence. She came to a stop at one end of the divan, just above Keara’s head.
When both Keara and Lindsey still did not react to their owner’s presence, Pantea let the dark purple sheets fall just a little bit to reveal her bare shoulders. Then she smiled down at her slaves and spoke.
“Hey there.”
Keara froze. Then her head snapped around, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at her demonic captor standing above her. To the elf, Pantea must have seemed to appear out of nowhere. Pantea didn’t need to look into Keara’s mind again to know her feelings. Fear, embarrassment, and burning desire all roiled together. Keara remained still until Pantea’s tail crept out of the sheets to caress her cheeks. She flinched.
Lindsey had gone still as well, though without the same fear. She was too far gone for that. Her hips continued absent thrusts against Keara’s body.
Keara swallowed. A muleish look came over her face, and she slowly began to caress Lindsey’s neck again, “Heeffoo”
“I don’t think I gave you permission to play with my other toys like this, Keara.”
Indignation blossomed across Keara’s face. The corners of her lips curled downwards around her ball gag as she frowned, and outrage was in her eyes.
Pantea held up a hand to stop her.
“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind when my slaves play with each other. But I do prefer they be a bit more ‘settled’ before I let them take charge of their peers outside my supervision. You, Baby Elf, are not obedient enough to be doing… this.”
The succubi’s eyes fell to Lindsey in her disheveled state at Keara’s feet, then back to the elf. Pantea could tell that there was still a part of Keara that rebelled at being considered a peer to human mortals, the traditional prey of demons and elves alike. Though she also knew that Keara was far more angered at the way Pantea was chastising her. The young elf began to rise from her seat, only to stop when Pantea wagged a finger at her.
“Ah ah ah, don’t move Keara. I want you right there.”
Keara shivered in place before slowly lowering herself back into her seated position on the divan.
Pantea returned her focus to Lindsey, who was making soft whimpers at the abrupt end to her pleasure, and snapped her fingers in the direction of the floor. “You can get on your knees and wait. I’ll have orders for you in a minute.”
Lindsey hurried to obey, a sharp contrast to how Pantea slowly languished her way around the other side of the divan and sat herself down next to Keara, letting out a theatrical sigh as she sank into the comfortable piece of furniture.
She let the moment hang there as she relaxed and her captured elf grew more and more tense. Pantea could feel the redheaded huntress’s taught muscles through the surface of their shared seat. But she did not immediately speak or offer further admonishment. Instead she let the moment and its tension build with Keara’s until…
“Get on your hands and knees, I want a footrest.”
Lindsey again hurried to obey.
“Not you,” Pantea’s voice was sharp, leaving no question as to who her command was meant for.
The demoness continued to avoid looking at her elf as she waited for Keara to obey. Predictably, Keara was hesitating. She was offended by the order. Pantea could hear her jaw clench and feel her eyes narrow in indignant anger. That glare lasted for quite some time before she finally, grudgingly, slid down to her knees on the floor. She squirmed slightly over, to be more in front of Pantea, and then knelt there on all fours.
“Good girl,” Pantea swung her legs onto Keara’s back and settled in. She nestled herself into her nest of sheets on the divan, making sure to take her time. Keara felt every minute adjustment she made, and in turn Pantea could feel the elf shivering with rage and embarrassment.
When she was finally settled, Pantea snapped her fingers at Lindsey again. Rather than speaking, she simply exerted her control over the enthralled brunette. Lindsey moved, her eyes first on the ground and then squeezed shut as she began to kiss Pantea’s bare, bright red toes.
Pantea hummed and sighed as Lindsey worshiped her feet on top of Keara’s back. She was going to let this last for a bit. A real, corporal punishment for Keara was still on the table–maybe Pantea would chain her wrists to the ceiling and paddle her while having Lindsey eat her out without a climax–but for now the shame and tedium of being a footrest would do. Maybe Pantea would let herself snooze for a bit, or at least pretend to. She had a feeling Keara would eventually lose patience.
But no, punishment wasn’t the real key to molding Keara. At the very least, it wasn’t the key to molding Keara quickly. What Keara really needed was a shock, something to jar her into the submissive mindset Pantea knew she wanted deep down, but would never willingly reach for. Nothing too harsh. Pantea was well aware how close she came to breaking her promises to Keara when she allowed a small crowd of thralls to witness the end of her escape attempt. She only needed a shock. A shock, and then comfort. Security.
Pantea’s eyes shot open as the answer came to her. Now there was an idea. It had been a long time since she had company. And what better excuse would she ever have than showing off her new elf slave? She would need to send out invitations soon, wouldn’t she? Not to too many people, that would be too much of a shock to Keara and Pantea wasn’t on great terms with a ton of other demons anyway. But Claudia would come. Catherine might. And judging by all the spidery spies Pantea kept seeing, there was at least one other succubus who would be interested.
Oh yes, this would work. If Pantea played it right, she was positive it would even build Keara’s confidence in herself as much as it would drive home her new place as Pantea’s property.
But in the meantime…
“That’s enough foot worship for now.” Pantea withdrew her feet from Lindsey’s worship and off Keara’s back. She hadn’t been keeping track of exactly how long it had been, but she guessed around fifteen, twenty minutes. Keara started to move, only to be stopped by a light smack on her ass from Pantea’s tail. “Hey now, I didn’t tell you to get up, Baby Elf. You stay there, Lindsey has more to do.”
Chuckling at the elf’s plaintive little whine, Pantea spread her legs wide and leaned back in a way that pushed her pelvis forward. One foot went directly beneath Keara’s gaze, the other rested on one of her legs. Her tail, which Pantea had been holding back so as not to stimulate the slaves, snaked out to caress Keara’s buttocks. As for Lindsey…
“Since you have such an appetite today, I have something for you to eat out.” Panta opened up the sheets to reveal most of her naked body to the brunette’s wide eyes. “Do a good job and I’ll give you a nice reward later, got it?”
Lindsey nodded. “Yes Mistress.”
“Good, now enjoy your meal.”
There was a moment of hesitance where Lindsey stared at Keara on all fours. Then she realized what Pantea was getting at. No forced motion from the demon who owned her soul this time. Rather than have Keara out of the way, the elf was to serve as Lindsey’s ottoman. It was one thing to be furniture to the succubus who had kidnapped her, but to serve a human while she pleasured the demon? If anything today was going to be too much for Keara’s pride, this was it. Pantea kept a close eye on the elf, waiting for the moment Keara realized what was happening.
That moment came when Lindsey settled atop Keara’s back. The elf nearly buckled under the sudden weight, more from the shock of her realization than the unexpected effort of keeping her upright. Keara froze as Lindsey’s breasts squished into her back and her hands searched her body for a secure hold.
Keara fumed. Her wide eyes stared at Pantea’s bright red foot directly underneath her face and her body shook with obvious rage. Pantea could sense the elf’s inner voice crying out in humiliation and anger at being used as an ottoman. Images of tossing the human aside and hopelessly throwing herself at Pantea once again danced through Keara’s mind.
Her anger did nothing to disguise the feelings being so objectified created in her. Pantea doubted her elf was aware of it, but she could see clear as day that every thought Keara had of defeating Pantea was matched by another where she remained at her demonic owner’s feet.
Pantea noted all of this with detached amusement and a careful eye. She was so focused on Keara’s state that she almost didn’t notice when Lindsey’s tongue found her folds. The brunette’s enthusiastic ministrations soon became a pleasant background sensation as Pantea kept most of her attention on the elf that still needed so much training.
With slow, deliberate motions, Pantea lifted her foot into the air and gave Keara a light pat on the cheek.
“Now now, furniture doesn’t get angry. Furniture just exists.”
It was a bit of a risk on Pantea’s part. She thought there was a fifty-fifty chance those demeaning words would push Keara over the edge. But when all Keara did was suck in an angry breath, Pantea decided to push a little more. The succubus ran her foot gently across Keara’s gag and under her nose, letting the scent of it fill the elf’s nostrils.
“None of that,” Pantea continued. “Just breathe it in and be my good little inanimate object for awhile.”
Keara mumbled something incoherent. There was anger in it, enough for Pantea to swat at her rump a few times with her tail, but also desire. Heat. Pantea looked at Keara’s thoughts again and found them roiling with as much arousal and desire as anger and shame. She was telling herself that it was pointless to try and rebel now even as she desperately tried to ignore the obvious fact that she didn’t want to rebel.
But the desire was growing.
Pantea moaned as Lindsey found a sensitive spot, enjoying everything about the situation she’d created for herself. At the same time her tail snaked forward, slithering into position between Keara’s legs. There it simply… moved. It would caress Keara’s inner thighs before traveling back up to cautiously tease her slit. A moan escaped Keara’s throat before she strangled it. But she couldn’t stop every pleased gasp and happy mewl from wafting into the air and joining the chorus of Lindsey’s efforts and the happy noises Pantea made in response.
This went on for some time. Long enough for Pantea to decide that Keara had been punished enough for her transgression. After all, Pantea wanted Keara to get to the point where it wasn’t a transgression at all for the elf to take charge of her peers, just like it wasn’t a transgression for her peers to take charge of her right now. The succubus had every intention of allowing Keara to have the run of her domain when she was fully trained and trustworthy. But first she had to accept who was in charge. Right now she understood that Pantea was the boss, but she needed to accept it.
Pantea’s climax came when the succubus finally decided to let it happen. And in the throes of her pleasure, Pantea drew power and sustenance from both the human thrall between her legs and the elven captive beneath her. It wasn’t as potent as the energy a succubus gained from reveling in another’s orgasm, but it was more than enough for a pleasant midday meal.
“Good girls, both of you,” said Pantea after letting out a happy sigh. She opened her eyes to find Lindsey kneeling with her hands in her lap. Keara was still on all fours and back to staring at Pantea’s foot. Pantea fixed Lindsey with a look and gave her an order. “Go find Norah. I had to interrupt some fun I was having with her to deal with the two of you, so it’s your job to make it up to her. Got it?”
Lindsey bowed her head. “Yes, Mistress.”
Pantea waved her off. When she was gone, she turned her attention back to Keara. She held her gaze there, long enough for Keara to start wondering what was about to happen. Then she patted the spot on the divan next to her. “Kneel.”
It took a second for Pantea’s words to sink in. When they did, Keara’s movement was hesitant. Cautious. Pantea just waited for her, taking a disinterested look at her fingernails as she did. She watched the elf move into the correct position in her peripheral vision.
“Now tell me what you did wrong, tell me why it was wrong, and then apologize to me for it.”
Only then did Pantea look directly at Keara, meeting her gaze with an authoritative stare. “And if it’s a good, sincere apology. I’ll give you a nice reward.”
She waved a finger, and the gag fell from Keara's mouth.
Keara was, perhaps predictably, not happy.
Pantea watched as her captive elf worked through the turmoil. Keara’s face twisted with the beginnings of a snarl. Her hands found each other and betrayed her nerves by wringing together. The indignation of being ordered to apologize was clear for the world to see.
But in a moment, Keara regained her composure. Good sense asserted itself in her mind. Pantea could see the proper wheels turning. She knew the red in Keara’s cheeks was as much from desire as it was from shame and anger.
"I..." the words seemed to stick in Keara's throat. She swallowed, and one hand rose halfway as though to touch or pull on her collar. Keara forced it back down. Forced herself to meet Pantea's gaze.
"I...I played with a human...uhm, with a thrall...without permission." the words were halting, the last coming out nearly as a contemptuous snarl, if not for Keara's desperate eyes. Caught halfway between lust and rage.
Pantea remained steadfastly still. Her impassively expectant expression never wavered.
"Th-they aren't mine to play with… That’s w-why I'm...I'm supposed to a-ask...." Keara's arms crept up to hug herself. She shivered in place. Pantea felt a whole new rush of desire emerge in herself. It was becoming a struggle to hold so still.
"I'm..." Keara's mouth snapped shut, her flame of rage heating hotter. It was at all out war with her desire.
"I'm sorry."
Keara closed her eyes.
Pantea smiled. She was tapping one finger on her leg.
“Well, I’m not sure how sincere that was… but I’ll take it. After all, once you fully accept your place in my home, nothing you did will be off limits. You know that, right?”
Keara’s eyes snapped open. She was still shaking in place.
“It’s only against the rules now because you still think of yourself as a prisoner, and not as my property. Once that changes you’ll be allowed to play with them all you want. I’ll be happy to see you getting along with your peers. But right now–”
Pantea pounced, snatching Keara’s collar before the elf could even blink. In a flash the elf was on the divan, on her back, tangled up in sheets and crimson limbs as her succubus kidnapper straddled her. And then, as Pantea was kissing her. It was an aggressive kiss, burning with desire. Throaty cries of surprise and indignation escaped Keara’s mouth only to perish in Pantea’s. Her body resisted for several seconds before melting away into desire and submission.