Today, Ilyse will have to make a little showoff for a sultan, that happens to be quite the opposite of generous with money and prices... ^^
Not far from the square, a big luxurious palace can be seen. Inside this lavish place, the small taxes man is waiting outside of the Sultan’s chamber to see him. After some minutes of waiting, the guard makes a sign for him to access said room. Not impressed in the slightest, the man enters the Sultan’s main room, as usual, full of luxury, golden pillars, details in jewels and gold. A total fest of expensive and rare items and furniture gave shape to his intimate space.
There was this other man, not really tall, but not short either. Using a Fez to cover his lacking hair, and a delicate piece of clothing only worthy of belonging to the Sultan. This robe had golden laces, being of silk and red on its majority. It was the only thing he was wearing. This was the sultan, sitting in a no less fancy char, having his dick serviced by two slaves.
The slaves were completely naked, except for having some accessories: nose rings, nipple piercings and chains, as well having even their pussies pierced, all of them being golden pieces of the finest works. For their current duty, they weren’t allowed to use any other part of their bodies that weren’t their mouths and tongues. To ensure this, their arms were tied to their backs, and their legs were also fastened, so they were kept kneeling, with the only job of licking the big member of the most powerful person in that nation.
The man noticed the entrance of his trusted servant, and greeted him happily.
“Rabbo! I’m glad to see you! The guards told me you made a good finding. Tell me about it! please sit down”
Taking a chair, the male began to talk about the redhead elf, and all the marvels she is able to do. He described every inch of her person, to which the Sultan reacted favorably. It was indeed a great idea to have an elf in the harem. A slave like that was never seen before in those lands.
“I’m enticed, my dear Rabbo! This elf you describe to me is absolutely wonderful! I’m eager to see her and have her in my harem! To think of all the things she can do and I will -do- to her! When are they coming?”
“Tomorrow, my Sultan, I arranged everything to welcome them in the palace, they know all the directions! They will bring her in person for you, to see her, and inspect her, at your hearts content…”
He kept to himself the price she had, in hopes for the Sultan to just ignore that fact. It was a gamble; the maximum governor of those lands was known between his eunuchs and slave masters for being stingy and always wanting to negotiate prices that he considered too high. Sometimes that custom was considered rather nasty and inconvenient, but, at the end, that was one of his traits.
“In that case, I’ll be waiting eagerly! Rabbo, what would I do without you?”
“It’s only my job, my Sultan, only that… OH! I almost forgot! Before I leave, if you keep the slave, I would kindly request for you, your permission to train her personally, she needs an expert mind to be able to break her, her will can be strong, but her flesh is weak, and worked good, I will make of her a great slave… with your license of course!”
“You are one of the most experimented.” The sultan added, while forcing one slave to take one of his balls. “My best slaves are the ones that have been trained and broken by you, and having the insight of such a fine specimen to come, I wouldn’t trust any other than you!”
“I am greatly honored by your trust, my Sultan, I will never disappoint you!”
After this words, Rabbo gets up, leaving the room, with a great smile on his face.
The Sultan is left with his two slaves, wondering about the elf he was about to see, thinking on so many ways he could satisfy his kinks and carnal desires with her. More even than this, was the possibility of healthy offspring coming from her. After all, elves live more than humans, and have better skills in many aspects. Having as much children as he could with her would ensure his royal family kept their supremacy and rule over the kingdom.
Sadly, his thoughts are interrupted as soon as a slave working his balls began to cough…
“Hey! What are you doing? Keep licking my balls, stupid whore!”
“S-sorry, my Sultan…”
“Stop being sorry and return to it, if you fail to please me like this, I’ll have pleasure in torturing you instead, got it?!”
“Yes, your majesty…”
The poor woman returned eagerly to please the ruthless man. She indeed knew he would entertain himself using her in any way, if she made a hash of this.
The two slaves went on their duty, using as much of their mouths and tongues as they could. Suddenly, he just rudely pushed one of them away, taking the other one and without any warning, just ramming his cock into her mouth.
Fast and hard, the ruler of those lands face-fucked his slave, going so deep her throat could feel the head of his member. The only thing she could do was trying to catch some air while she was having her face wrecked like it was a pussy. Still, the hardest part was about to come.
He was getting close, fucking her mouth like that was such a bliss, her tongue rubbing him underneath, and her throat tightening, product of her desperate need for air. Soon, he reaches his limit, and sticks his meat deep into her mouth, shooting his semen directly into her throat. Those were terrifying moments for the slave, which felt herself faint, trying to swallow all of his thick cum and not choke in the intent. A few moments after, he releases her head, letting her breath. The poor slave coughs, feeling relieved for being able to breathe again.
“Good bitch… good… I wonder how good that elf can take my cock into her mouth; elves are good in amatory acts, or that is said at least, I’m so eager to try her myself! I can’t wait until tomorrow…”
Hours pass. It’s morning. The sunlight bathes, once again, the naked bodies of the now, two remaining captive women, Kara and Ilyse. The later seems too deep in her dream, to ever notice the night has just left space for the daylight. She is exhausted for having to sleep in her current uncomfortable pose.
Kara wakes up, slowly, groaning, she’s clearly not happy with being morning again. It only means one more day of public display, in such a demeaning way…
“Ugh… morning again, hey! I’m hungry, could I have at least a piece of bread? You only feed us once a day! It’s clearly not enough, especially for the elf next to me… at this point she will look slender and nobody will ever buy her for such a price!” The warrior inquiries teasingly to the orcs.
“Tch! Too early, stop yer blabbering!”
“C’mon, just a little bit of food!”
Slowly and clumsy, the enormous green beast gets up, providing some food to the restrained females. The redhead elf is woken up, to be fed as well. Good news for her at least for now. Just after having some nutriment, the same green nasty man loosens the restraints that kept Ilyse in exhibition for so long. He noticed her astonishment from this action, but paid little attention afterwards.
Meanwhile, she rubbed her wrists, and sighted in relief after feeling free after a long while, innocently thinking her luck was changing.
“Ahhh! I’m free! But… why?” Asks incredulous.
“Elf gonna bath, dirty elf after mangling, elf gonna go with me to palace, Sultan wants to see you!” Replies the orc with a mischievous smirk on his face.
“T-the Sultan? N-no! I thought…”
“Whores not think, just fuck! Get on washbasin now!” Adds the orc, pointing to the washbasin the other green big man was preparing with water.
“W-what? Here? Y-you can’t be serious!”
“NOW!”
“B-but, cleaning oneself is such an intimate thing! I need my space! I want my space!” She pouts, angrily.
Ilyse notices the patience of the orc fading slowly. Not willing to discuss any further, catches the elf by her shoulders, carrying her to the basin. Ilyse could just wave and throw kicks, claiming for the inconsiderate treatment. The orc just throws her into the basin, soaking her completely.
The others just kept an eye in case she tried to escape. She’s pretty aware that making a direct attempt will just end in her being captured again, and probably having not as a good treatment as she was having currently, well… as if this was good in any case.
Still…
She needed a plan. Being recaptured would just reduce her chances to get an opportunity to actually get herself free. She had to get away from this… What if she was not to be rescued? Will she be a slave from now on? Or worse?
These thoughts were filling her mind as she was roughly washed and cleaned by the orc in turn, so indifferently touching her whole body, almost like washing an animal. They cleaned up everything, from head to toes. Even her braids were undone in the process, the last remaining things that kept part of her former self.
Ignorant of all this, inadvertently getting closer, Adol resumed his quest, mounting his aksinadin at the fastest speed the reptile animal could achieve. Trying his luck, he aimed for the Quid Area, the vast desert in front of him. Probably his instinct was leading him to find Ilyse, and this had to be certain, because his talent as a detective was far from being at least good enough.
Hopefully, aksinadins are fast, and only takes a couple of hours for the Prince to reach the citadel…
Adol ties up his mount, pats it on the head, and begins walking. Probably there will be someone to ask for directions, or for any information. This time, very carefully; he doesn’t want any other curses in his sack.
It doesn’t take him a lot of time to find the orcs, in their usual slave trading business. Four of them, alert for possible costumers, and one single lady, in a pillory… No Ilyse, no signs of her… he thought she would be there, probably captured… But realizing he was mistaken, he decides to look for someone to ask about her whereabouts.
Not very far from there, the missing orc of the group walks towards the Sultan’s palace, bringing Ilyse by the collar, much to her frustration, as people sees her walking around, completely exposed. She is wondering if it is too weird that she is getting used to just wander around naked… she should feel weird, she must remain in her pride, she’s not any ordinary female after all…
Soon, they arrive to the palace…
“Ah! You brought her just in time! Uhh… aahhhhhh! She smells like roses! His Majesty will be so pleased! Come, come into the palace! He’s waiting for you!”
Ilyse opened her eyes wide, her emeralds land slightly downwards. Her disgust couldn’t be greater, as soon as she saw the same taxes man that molested her in public, with his twisted smile, devouring her body once again. She stepped back, shivering.
“I see you remember me… You shouldn’t fear me, still, I didn’t do anything you didn’t want…”
“D-don’t talk to me like that… I’m not anything of what you thing I am!” She responds, trying to keep her dignity.
“I know WHO you are…” Rabbo adds. “That triangular jewel in your forehead… it’s the sign of the royalty… You must be the Princess of Luxas, am I wrong? I knew since I saw you, but, I thought it wouldn’t be good from me to expose that last part of your pride in front of everyone… I mean… not because of you, but… mere peasants don’t deserve that much. Your royal pride is reserved for the Sultan, my tender Princess…”
Ilyse muted, she couldn’t say anything back anymore, she was stunned, frozen in place, he DID know about her status, and could reveal it to everyone! All people would have known by that moments, that the respected Princess of Luxas was merely abused by a man on a public place. Everyone would know she was a lewd Princess, that enjoyed being groped… used…
“I see you have no more words for me, that’s good! That’s how it will be!” Finally ends the nasty man, teasing poor Ilyse. “Well, my man, bring her inside, the sultan awaits, Ah! But first, what happened with her hair?”
“It turned out like this when washing…”
“Ahhh, tks tks… No good, we have to keep the good view! Come with me, we will make a quick visit to the harem chambers, we will need to restore back her hairstyle, after all, a princess need to look always stunning, or not… Princess?”
Ilyse looks away, blushing, she finally has nothing more to say.
Soon, they enter the palace, all the guards place their eyes on that plump curvaceous body of the elf. She doesn’t care anymore, she was discovered. She felt way more naked than just exposing her tender spots for everyone to see.
Rabbo opens the big doors that kept the harem girls’ dorm private, soon, Ilyse surprises herself with the sight in front of her. The room was big, luxurious and spacious, still, there were no beds, just puffy and comfortable pads for them to lounge, sleep or sit.
The women in there were so varied, brunettes, blondes, other redheads, humans, some dwarves, gnomes, beast women… many body types and traits as well. The only thing they shared was their lack of clothes, only having revealing and transparent veils, collars, bracelets, jewels, nose rings… all covering and decorating the minimal clothes they had, as well as their bodies.
There was a thing, although, that kept Ilyse’s attention, pretty much frightened: Many of them also had their clitoris and labia pierced, with the most exquisite pieces of metallurgy. Gold, silver… but this was nothing to compensate for the barbaric treatment for such tender parts of a lady. She gulped, fearing for that destiny in her own self.
“Sit her down here, Erida will take care of her hair… ERIDA! Come here, lady!”
A brunette stands up, delicate and submissive, never looking into his eyes. Her hair was long, down to her backside, her body was covered in jewelry and piercings and even her tongue had one golden piece. She slowly approached the terrible man.
“Yes, sir? How may I serve you?”
“See this elf here? I want her to look good for the sultan, nothing special, I just want her to recover the two braids she had when I saw her, do you think you can do that for me?” Replies the man, toying with Ilyse’s hair.
“I can do it, sir… She will look beautiful for our beloved Sultan. Anything else?”
“No, I want him to buy her for his amusement, it has no use to invest on her looks right now, just her hair…”
“As you wish, sir…”
Quickly, the woman demonstrates her proficiency handling hair, as she begins to weave the elf’s hair. It was almost like if she knew how it did look before the brutes did their careless cleaning. Ilyse was unaware, her thoughts were lost, just like her gaze. It took a couple of minutes until the slave indicated the princess was ready, playing slightly with her freshly done braids and smiling to her, almost salaciously.
“Ahhh beautiful! Just like the first time! Don’t you like it? Erida is an expert, don’t you think, little elf?”
Ilyse barely looks at her braids, a mirror was in front of her to reveal her new look. For a moment, this makes her recover slightly, touching her hair, restored. She was glad her twin tails were back, after all, she always used this hairstyle since she was younger, was meaningful for her, more now than ever, that her kingdom was gone, her past… was only in her mind. The princess would become a slave, just like that… meat only for satisfying the lust of a man she has never seen in her whole life. It was signed… probably…
On the other side, the Sultan resides in his throne, impatiently waiting for his possible new slave to appear, wondering about her, in every aspect. To his slight surprise, the door finally opens. Rabbo is here.
In front of his sight, the small man leads the enormous orc, in contrast to his height. Soon, the avid gaze of the monarch is placed on his final objective: Ilyse. The elf comes from behind the orc, attached to the collar and chain into his hand. Her skin looking shiny, clean, showing her cute freckles, her hair was also bright, carefully and skillfully restored in her two braids. She was looking away, in shame, but letting the Sultan see all of her, including her bushy nethers.
“Ohhhhh… OHHHHH! Look at that! She is so… so… beautiful! Amazing!” The man then, stands up, quickly approaching to the elf princess. “This… this body! She’s so full! I love this! Ahhh! Her curves are really something to die for! And those breasts… are these…?”
His finger teases one of her inversed nipples, causing her to moan lightly.
“Imagine all the things you would be able to do with -these- ! Hmm… you are a natural redhead! This is even greater!”
The Sultan continued to mangle Ilyse’s body, like testing merchandise. Little he cared about her discomfort. He could feel her squirming as soon as he began to rub her nethers. Quickly, he stepped away, to have another full look on her body.
Rabbo took the chance to speak into the leader’s ear, quickly informing him about small particulars, to which the sultan just responded with small nods and affirmative words. This was like this a few second just after the slave trainer got into her particular womanhood status.
“Really? Is she not?”
“I’m positive, my Sultan, I checked myself thoroughly…”
“Ohh, fantastic! Pure women are too noisy and problematic! This can’t be more perfect!”
After whispering the two of them, the Sultan moves to his royal chair, keeping his eyes on Ilyse all the time.
“Well… my dear orc man, you really have something good here, but, there is something else I would want to see myself about her…”
“Wut?” The brute man inquiries.
Making circles with a finger, the Sultan adds. “I want to see if she knows how to dance, some slaves need training in that regard, and others are naturals, and this aspect is important to me, you know how is this, swinging their hips, being seductive… I want to see…”
“Sure… OK, you, elf…” Directs to Ilyse, pushing her to the front. “Dance good!”
“W-what?”
“Dance! Now! You heard Sultan, he wants elf moving ass!”
“B-but I’m…”
“DANCE!”
Dancing was not a thing Ilyse was indifferent to, in fact, she loved to dance. It was one of her secret passions. Dancing made her transport to a different place. It is like being in trance. Blissful, soft… Dancing was something the princess enjoyed so much, and always did whenever she had the chance, and she was graceful enough for it.
Dance… in this predicament… like this… But the word was stronger than her shame, dancing would be a relief, probably would help her forget for a little time…
“All right… I-I will do it…”
Ilyse began to move, she was self-conscious at first, given her current lack of clothes. The Sultan just threw a smirk, observing how her lady bits swung in every movement. She was aware for a moment, but soon, the music in her head numbed all her thoughts, her body felt more free, more light.
Dancing for her was like the sea is for a fish, the princess felt herself losing her ties, shaking her hips, and becoming sultrier, aesthetic, drawing oneiric figures into the imagination. She became one with the wind, lithe and exciting. Her body was the instrument to express herself in a slinky movement that kept everyone silent, just watching her move.
Transported into another place, she just felt the movement and the music inside her, like a drug, it invaded all her being. It was so sexy, so evocative. All her body was in sync. Her pigtails worked like laces, developing beautiful figures along with her naked self.
During this moments, Ilyse forgot about her nakedness, her boobs lewdly bouncing freely, her healthy and full ass, swinging and perking as she leaned and moved. After a good while, the dance ends, and she returns to her senses.
The Sultan was stunned, contemplating her in a whole, slowly clapping in approval, it was something he never saw at least in a very good while. Ilyse noticed what happened, blushing, she stands up, placing herself next to the orc.
She did it, she danced in front of a stranger; she only danced for her brother and father, only in royal celebrations, in special occasions. Now a complete no name saw her, dancing, naked, in soul and body…
“Enticing! Just amazing! I DO want her! She’s so perfect! Her body, her face, her ways, her way of dancing! OK, you got my attention, Mr. Orc, what are is your price for me to be able to have her?”
“Eight hundred gold coins…” Counters the orc, smirking.
Coughing in surprise, the Sultan recovers from the shock, he didn’t expect such an amount.
“Just… WHAT? Why is she so expensive? I mean, she’s worth a good amount, but… this is way TOO much, don’t you think? OK, what about this? We can negotiate! What if I give you five hundred for her?”
The taxes man facepalms next to his leader, he expected this to happen, but not in such a terrible way. Meanwhile, the orc just grunts in disapproval.
“No… eight hundred…” Replies the green monster, edgy.
“No no no no… you aren’t understanding! We are negotiating! You are supposed to say something like… let’s say seven hundred! And I counter with six hundred! See?”
“Eight hundred, she’s big titty elf, plump, good for breeding, last elf after city no more, no more elves, she lewd and likes to be used! Eight hundred!”
“H-hey! I’M NOT LEWD!” Ilyse counters.
“Noooo no… I’m negotiating! Ugh! OK, what about this? Seven hundred!” The Sultan replies desperate.
“Eight hundred…”
“Ugh… just…”
“Eight hundred, no less… you want elf, you pay, no pay, no elf!”
In the middle of the discussion, Rabbo whispers to his sultan, it’s quite evident the orc knows nothing about negotiating. He tries to convince the monarch, but all his efforts render futile, the man just doesn’t want to pay so much for an elf, even if she’s the last, or the former Princess of Luxas.
The orc, in the meantime, grunts impatiently, he expects only a positive answer to his query. Ilyse smiles, with a big hope that she won’t be sold, at least in that moment.
“Well? You buy elf or not?” The brute green man snarls at the Sultan. “Others will buy!”
“W-wait! A-at least be reasonable! Six hundred gold is the biggest amount you will get for that elf! No one will buy at eight!”
The orc then turns around, about to leave the place. “I’m leaving then… No money, no elf ass!”
The sultan didn’t stop him. He saw the orc and his much desirable elf leaving the palace. He was extremely burdened, conflicting about wasting such an amount of money, but on the other hand, investing in the best slave he could ever have. An elf princess! No one else would brag about having a former royal female in their harem! Only him… but… The price… The price!
“Rabo…”
“Yes, my sultan!”
“Please… leave, I will call you later…”
“Yes, my Sultan.”
Just after the hall is left alone, by the sole presence of his majesty, a shadow comes from behind the throne, slowly revealing a feminine figure, average height, very tanned, silver-ish hair, and long enough to reach her shoulders, and wearing the royal clothes. She leans into the throne, looking up teasingly up to the Sultan.
“Aw… are you frustrated? C’mon, you are such an avaricious man! Eight hundred is NOTHING for someone like you. The empire has thousands of times more gold than that… You are just cheap, wanting everything for a low price… You had such a valuable slave to buy! You made a dumb choice once again!”
Scratching his head, the monarch interpellates. “I-it’s not like that! You know it was an insane amount of money just for an elf!”
“Yes, but not any other elf… That, my silly sultan, was the Princess of Luxas in person… Don’t you think a royal ass like that worths the price?” Teasingly replies the female.
“I-it’s too much! NO! I’m not paying that mount! And… this is where YOU help me, my dearest cousin!” Adds the Sultan with a diabolic smirk.
“Ugh… I know what you are going to say… being the tightwad that you are, instead of paying, you want me to kidnap the elf, don’t you?”
“YES! DO IT!”
“Do you realize those are big orcs out there, and that they can wreak havoc, even if we contain them later?”
“I don’t care! Just bring her here! I want her, I desire her! I want you to bring my new elf slave here…!”
The curvy, but average framed lady starts walking towards the main door, and turns to the Sultan, winking an eye, just to tease a bit more. “…For free… Isn’t that what you are going to say? Meh… one day, that kink of yours will bring us real troubles… Whatever, I will bring your big titty elf, just for you… cousin~!”
“Do it… please do it!”
She then just leaves, closing the door afterwards. The maximum leader rubs his hands in anticipation, thinking his plan is perfect. He was going to have his new slave, and not paying anything for her. Good punishment for those that overprice their merchandise. Or at least, that’s what he thinks.
On the square, the other orcs look at the one that brought Ilyse return, and not alone. Yes, Ilyse was back. As soon as they reunite, they discuss why she wasn’t sold. After talking for a small while about the situation, they decide to set the elf back into the humiliating pose she was before her “walkies”.
Ilyse doesn’t protest, as she usually does, she is now happy she wasn’t sold. No matter how demeaning situations she would be in, seems the price is so high that no one will ever buy her, and that gives her time to plan something.
Time… She has some time extension… for now…
-To be continued.
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