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Two in the same: Elven slavery! (Ursa X QB)

Neither Alleyne or Nessa had any idea on how long they had been locked away in the cell for. Anything felt like forever and Alleyne had personally lost track - she used to keep her blue eyes fixated on the cracks on the wall, as if doing so would allow her to count the days that had passed. Her blue eyes used to be unwavering, headstrong - and she still was, but days in the cell had dulled her, unsure of what was going on or what was even going to happen to them. Shifting slightly, the way she had been bound was uncomfortable and she had even complained about it when she had first arrived, but when she quickly realized that her words were falling on deaf ears and she consequently kept quiet, only wanting an out.

Nessa on the other hand, was more vocal than Alleyne about their wrongful imprisonment and subsequently got herself chained to the wall, struggling the entire time. Cursing under her breath, she squirmed, her white hair falling around her face and her red eyes narrowly eyeing any guard that decided to pass them, as if she was suspicious of anyone that came to hurt her or Alleyne.

Throughout their time here and the whispering of the nearby people that she had never really noticed, she and Alleyne were new, thus warranting a higher peak of interest than the other people (which in hindsight, Alleyne would come to realize were fellow prisoners and slaves). The idea made Nessa's stomach turn and she would struggle against her restraints, desperate to get the both of them out of there.

Looking at the guards that arrived, Alleyne was immediately put her guard up, while Nessa scowled at them. Before they even had a chance to complain (not that they wanted to - it was just a rebellious streak that ran through both of them), they were released from their normal constraints only to be lead to a place called the 'Hooks' and upon seeing it, both elves could understand why it was called so.

It was Nessa they took first, noticing that she was the more arguable of the two and thus, she was first stripped loosely of her clothing, giving her a disheveled look and making her cry out indignantly, her large breasts hanging in front of them as they got to work on the ropes that would bind her. "L-let me go---! M-mmmm!" She moaned, unable to deny the pleasure her body was feeling, her nipples becoming erect at the situation before her eyes widening at the clamps being attached to her breasts causing them to sway slightly and in turn, causing the bells to ring as if some sort of cute attraction. Soon after she was fitted with a bar gag, biting down on it as if out of pure spite - anger at the people who were putting her in this situation and resentment at herself for allowing the both of them to get into such a situation.

It was then Alleyne's turn - her blonde hair spilling out around her slightly as she was silenced with a ball gag, tearing slightly as the saliva dripped out of her mouth. "Guaaahahh… mmm!" She moaned slightly, feeling her clothes be torn from her somewhat before she was tied in a manner much like Nessa's (even getting her own bells on her clamps), both elves struggling greatly against their bonds.

But each time they struggled, it only heightened their pleasure and they both felt humiliated for it. Nessa was desperate to escape but found that each time she arched her body forward, it only rubbed the rope against her crotch and she cried out, tearing. "Nnnggh… h-haaaaaahhhh…" She moaned, arching her back slightly as it pressed the rope right against her clit. Alleyne watched Nessa struggle before shaking her head, saliva still leaking out of her mouth before whimpering as the customers came by would come and grope them, making her shake her head in humiliation and pleasure, only able to form seductive moans. "W-waaaaahh… mmmmphhh…." The blonde purred, now arching her back slightly as if to get more pleasure.
 
Their exotic bodies writhing only further entertained those who would walk past the Hooks, the jingling bells on their clamps all the more to draw attention to them and for sure, the humiliation that would follow. Other girls were mounted atop the hook, their nipples merrily singing a chorus of bells as customers would walk past, enjoying the sight of a helpless slave trying to bring attention to herself or for the writhing slave girls who were obviously new to the marketplace only to be bound or made to cum. The grunts of some on the pillories showed men with their legs bared pumping away at them, placing coin on a container held by a slave who walked around while ballgagged. Humans were almost...disgusting to have such a marketplace for slaves!

The men soon returned, the same who had bound them. By that time, even minutes after, Alleyne started to drool, drops of saliva ending up at her cleavage. No matter how hard the two tried to struggle away, a price setting was placed right above them, where they hung from the hooks: Alleyne was priced at 40,000 Marks while Nessa was priced at 25,000. Rumors would say that the fair-skinned elves were in higher demand the the Drowi of the underground, but as more wars are won their prices began to thin as rows upon rows of elven slaves circulate. As the two hung, the men softly propped up their skirts, to show just how the crotchrope cut right into their pussies, pushing in the cloth as the rope pressed right between their lips and against their labia.

The wetness on the silken fabric further detailed how the two were aroused. The reason the clothes were left mostly on was to determine their 'class' , so to speak: Alleyne was considered a noblewoman of high standing, hence she fetched a higher price on top of her almost flawless frame. The two hung for what felt like an hour, occasionally fondled and groped by oncoming and curious customers. With their arms folded, bound behind their backs and their ankles to their thighs, there was little they could do to shield them from the oncoming arousal.

Then, came a nobleman, holding along the leashes of two slave girls, one with blonde and the other with black hair. "Quite some price for elves like you too!" said the man. He looked quite...plump, but he kicked the black-haired slave as he tied their leashes to a small post. "Oh, what's this? Trying to turn away? Come now..." he was first attracted to Nessa whose larger breasts seemed to interest many as much as her increasingly wetter inner thighs and panties. "Care to sing me a song from your heritage? Or perhaps is it too bad that now you have been caught yourself?" Any Drow would have their own slaves. In fact, their traditions revolve around such. But now as the Drow kingdoms of Sharanaei burns, so did their humiliation as former matriarchs are bound and sold off to slavery. The man removed one of her clamps, suckling onto her nipples. "Mhmmm~ If only I could milk you!"

He unchained the blonde slave, forcing her close and chaining her to the post that held Nessa's hook. "Milk this bitch." he commanded. The human slavegirl obliged, quickly massaging and softly suckling onto her breasts, clearly afraid of punishment. Then, he turned towards Alleyne, smiling as he softly stroked her pussy. "You aren't as well endowed as your friend, aren't you?" he teased, "Well, no matter. You must be tight down there. Why don't you sing me a song? Maybe then I'd remove your gag and your clamps." he took the black-haired slave-girl, positioning her closely and whispering for her to lick away at Alleyne's pussy. Then, he commanded them not to drive them over the climax, paying a guard to make it so that he was allowed to 'play' with the merchandise.
 
Whimpering and moaning as they were constantly groped and touched by strangers. This was treatment they were not used to - Alleyne especially. She had wondered what she done silently to deserve such treatment before arching her back erotically as one of the many men touched her, the clamps on her breasts swaying lightly and she was desperate for release - either release from her bounds or from the terrible torture that it brought. "Mmmpphhh… ngauhahhhh…" She whimpered, her blonde hair pulled back slightly so that more people could see her face.

Nessa was not having any easier a time, so desperate for any sort of relief that she constantly attempted to rub herself against the rope at her crotch, biting into the bar gag when it brought her nothing but frustration. "Aaahaaaaa……~" She let out erotically, squirming in her bonds - both of their pussies were more than ready for whatever was going to be thrown at them, already quite puffy and straining against the ropes, juices leaking freely out of their pussies and onto the ropes, only serving to add to their frustration.

When the nobleman arrived, Nessa was immediately disgusted with the way he treated his own slaves and attempted to turn away from him before he started to address her, shaking her head in an attempt to get him to move away from her - leading to many "nnngghhs" and "ugaahahss" from the girl as she did. Looking at the nobleman helplessly, she watched him remove the clamp from one of her breasts, providing a much need relief before crying out as he suckled on her for a bit, arching her body and causing the ropes to tighten around her form slightly. Tearing even more as the blonde slave was moved closer to her, she shook her head desperately before moaning into her bar-gag as her breasts were attacked by the woman. "Mmmphh! Eugghhaaahaaa…." Nessa moaned loudly, tearing even more at the lack of relief she was being given even though having her breasts felt as if it were a godsend.

Alleyne looked shocked at what was happening to Nessa, tearing up for her friend before squirming as the nobleman addressed her. "Mmmpphh!!" She moaned, as if trying to communicate her dislike and disgust at the nobleman's actions as he moved the black haired slave to her pussy. Alleyne's bright blue eyes went wide at the feeling of the girl's tongue against her hot, throbbing warmth, even more of her lewd lovejuices coming out.

Both girls were desperately reaching their limits, wanting nothing more than to cum but being unable to do so was ultimately frustrating to them.
 
With a yank of the chain, the two slaves that were pleasuring the girls stopped almost instantly, causing a jingle from the bells that hung from her nipple clamps. The frustration was almost evident, as the nobleman softly clamped their nipples yet again, loving their reaction, particularly Alleyne's from the on-off play with the clamps. "You two are just great! Shame about the price, but you girls would have been a good fuck if you were priced well! The man soon let, leaving the two girls bound, drooling and completely stuck, unable to reach orgasm with just the distress, the humiliation and the crotchrope.

Minutes turned into hours as time slowed to a crawl. Their bodies endured the harsh torture as their circulation around the bound parts began to slow or even stop, dangling there like ornaments. Some of the girls on the hooks were untied, led away on crotch rope-leashes humiliatingly walked around the marketplace, yet not a single soul would consider shelling out the cash for the two, instead resorting to fondling or arousing them. Not once had either been allowed to climax: the customers seemed content to watch them drooling and moaning for the end to their distress. One time, it seemed like one was able to drive Alleyne to an orgasm only to be called out by a guard. The torture itself was maddening!

Their juices continued to drip from their pussies, like saliva from their gagged mouths their sensitive, engorged lips softly throbbed, desiring to be satisfied and brought over to a climax instead of enduring such tormenting frustration. The hem of Allyne's skirt was darkened, her leggings wet with her pussy juices. Nessa's black panties were so soiled that they seemed to have shrunk and the two smelled heavily of sex. And so, the two hung, lost in an aroused trance, only to be awakened by the fondling of passing customers.

Then, halfway through, a guard passed by, with a bucket of seemingly cold water. The two were ungagged alternatively, water placed right upon their lips only for the gag to return almost instantly. Then, the fondling began anew: an older gentleman wanted Alleyne to rub her crotchroped-pussy right up against his hand while another, a woman this time, promised her a climax if she would jingle the bells at her nipple very well. Others fondled, softly rubbing their smooth skin, dreaming about owning one or the other as their exotic sex slave...

But the question remained: are they ready to simply give up and serve? Or will they continue to defy?
 
Gasping as the slaves were pulled away from breasts and pussy respectively, both Nessa and Alleyne let out small whines, tearing as they were almost at their peaks but still so many steps away from it.

Unbidden tears made their way down Alleyne's face as her frustration reached its peak, not sure how much of the teasing she was able to take. She had even lost count of how many times she had almost orgasmed, her nipples even harder than she had ever seen before and it was too much for her to take. Softly, she let her body hang limply in her bounds. Normally, she would have shown too much pride to even let such a thing happen but because everything was just too much for her to take - the smell of her wet juices and the ever constant throbbing of her swollen sex. Even after the old man and the woman, she still didn't get the release she had been promised and cried, her own tears leaking into her still gagged mouth. "Eugahahhh…. mmmphhh…." She panted, her blue eyes desperately imploring someone - anyone for the release she so craved.

Nessa on the other hand was quite different. She wasn't ready to submit to any of the people that had touched her - and touch her they did. First, pulls at her breasts to smacks on her ass and even rubbing against her wet pussy, they did it all to her. But instead of giving up, she just continued to glare resentfully at the people, not even letting out a moan so they would go away dissatisfied at her service. Part of it was her own pride - a trait that had often gotten her into trouble with others as well, and the other part was that she simply refused to submit.
 
Frustrations and denials had gone a long way to pacify the the two. No longer was Nessa squirming, instead glaring with deathly recompense to anyone who strolled near. And to some effect, it was working. Alleyne and Nessa dangled helplessly, completely pacified from the squirming even as their bodies ached from the bondage, drooling as thin wispy lines of saliva dripped from their gagged mouths, their bodies obviously flustered as small drips of their juices joined a growing puddle. The aspect of humiliation did well to arouse the two, pussies plump and their nipples harder than ever as they hung with attention fixated among them.

Their moaning did attract a few guards, some of whom, predictably, fondled and aroused them: Alleyne had her crotchrope pulled upwards, rubbing even more against her lips almost threatening to swallow them, nipple clamps removed as tongues sucked and tried almost to milk her hardened yet abused nipples. Meanwhile, Nessa experienced the exact same, minus the addition of someone licking away at her pussy, tasting her juices. One man even took some of Alleyne's pussy fluids from the floor, smearing it onto her upper lip. He then took some of Nessa's, smearing it on her bottom lip.

"How does Elven pussy taste like, girls?!" the group laughed along, snapping back their clamps to further torment their breasts. By this time, they must have been lost in a haze of arousal, seeing as they seemed completely passive save for a few faltering glares from Nessa as they hung, weakly struggling as the ropes had taken a toll onto the two. Then, after what felt like hours struggling and constantly being denied arousal, the ropes began to give way as a few men untied Nessa's ropes, following Alleyne's. However, the ropes untied were only the ones connecting her ankles to her thighs and her suspension. Her arms were largely unbound, but Alleyne's arms were fixed to a box-tie while Nessa's arms were pinned, palm to palm as ropes rounded at her elbows and her wrists, forcing them close. Their gags remained on, as leashes made out of nooses forced them forward, stumbling on, drooling and softly moaning.

They were then led towards what looked like a platform, where some watched. It was like an execution, only they were to be bound up. "Well girls, we're going to give you a chance here. Whoever pushes the other away from this circle will be given the chance to cum. If neither of you do so, you will simply be denied to cum until the end of the day." he said, leaving the two in a small arena marked only by a line. Above them were the gallows...other girls seemed to be awaiting there, to be tied up and humiliatingly displayed before other patrons, warming them up before their auction...
 
"Maahhh... nnngghhh..." Were the only sounds that came out both Nessa's and Alleyne's mouths, no longer wanting anything else but the pleasure they had been denied of for so long. Gasping and whimpering in their bonds, they could do little but wait as someone fondled them enough to bring them to the edge but not push them over it, something that frustrated the elves to no end.

Neither of them could hardly stand the treatment they were being given, even more so by the other guards and Nessa almost had the mind to spit at one of them - had she not had a bar-gag in her mouth. Alleyne however, simply did nothing and purred and whimpered as she was touched, her body almost so sensitive that any touch to her body was even a little arousing.

Soon, they were removed from their bonds only to be bound in a different way, facing each other. Alleyne was the first to catch onto what was going on. Tearing slightly, she was torn between doing what the guards said and going against her friend. Nessa on the other hand, did nothing. While she was as willing to the next person to orgasm, she had no intention of fighting against Alleyne. She however moved forward slightly and nudged Alleyne, encouraging the girl to push her so that she would get the chance to cum.
 
The crowd was elated to watch the two elves almost pitted against each other. It was almost just too interesting to watch: a drow, the same kind who sore genocide against their fairer kin and woodland elves, an elusive and arrogant specie that looks down on humans, not both bared, humiliated and forced to entertain the beings they formerly saw as scum. Even worse, the two had been begging to be aroused by them! The crowd began to boo them out, much to the concern of other slaves queuing up to be bound and displayed for all. The guards sighed, watching as the Drow simply pressed, nudging her fairer-skinned counterpart.

Just before any attempt to move her was made, the two were grabbed, whispers saying "Too slow. The crowd ain't impressed." they said, smiling as the two were led towards the gallows. Ropes were bound right atop there, as their bodies were forced underneath them. Despite their moans, they were forced to stand, side by side. There, Nessa's arms were unbound, legs freed while the breast harness remained. Then, their arms were pinned, her wrists at the small of her back in a reverse prayer position becoming easily the harshest position her arms had been in an entire time. Then, her right leg was lifted upwards, forcing her to the balls of her left foot as her ankles were pressed against her thighs, outwards as they were bound together and tied to a rope dangling from the gallows as she was forced to an asymmetric position, leg held up. With the ropes at her harness and arms lashed to the gallows, she was then pinned, left in such a strenuous position.

Alleyne too followed suit, but instead her left leg was bound as such. The two were positioned so that Nessa was onto the left with her right leg up while Alleyne was positioned to the right with her left leg up. Both immediately twitching and drooling, the new position should come to strain against the two given how extremely taxing their new position was. With each struggle the bells softly jingled. The two shared their place, upon the ground they were displayed. Their torture was just beginning and already the position seemed to be taking a toll on them.

Then, a guard softly smirked. "We'll let one of you go, whoever fills these up with their drool!" said one, smiling as the nasty proposition as their nipple bells were replaced with small buckets. They were tiny, able to be filled by the spittle that gradually dripped from their gagged mouths. But each and everytime they filled it up, no doubt gravity would press onto each clamp further! And as time passed, more hands would fondle, yet none was ever enough to orgasm!
 
Hissing at the crowd as they booed them, Nessa threw a resentful glare their way before being led away by the guards with Alleyne in tow. Gasping slightly as her arms were unbound, the drow elf thought that she would be finally free before her arms were tied in an even more strenuous position, tears bunching at the corner of her eyes. "Aaah! M-mmaaahhhh..." She purred slightly as the new bonds on her were complete, her large breasts appearing even larger as she stood on her one foot, the clamps on breasts only serving to make her breasts swell up slightly.

Alleyne faired no better, having been tied in the same position except with a different leg being raised, struggled slightly to get out of her new position. This one was no better than the one they had been in previously - both their pussies were begging for the sweet release that they knew would never come. Letting out a cry, Alleyne threw her head back before hanging limply, letting her saliva pool in her mouth, dripping out slightly and into the little buckets that had replaced their bells.

Looking into it, Nessa blushed and tried to stop her saliva, not willing to give them the satisfaction but was unable to stop her own drool, helplessly watching it pool into the buckets, sometimes missing her and getting all over her breasts, giving it the effect that they were shining in what light there was.
 
Their torture was really laid out for them, forced to stand perfectly still to the chagrin of those who watched them. Like pottery displayed for all to see, they were fixed to be immovable objects, even as their legs began to strain behind forced to stand onto the balls of their feet, their respective legs bound and useless, forced to become a burden by being unable to stand on two feet instead of one. Drooling, the weights only further pulled onto their breasts, as Alleyne's breasts seem to point downwards, her right nipple pressed further than her left. Their torture and misery could be felt, even as the guards walked towards them and pinched away the clamps and the small buckets.

"Looks like darkey here wins!" said one guard, enjoying the reaction Nessa and Alleyne had as fingers returned to probe onto Alleyne's pussy, fingers rubbing along, probing at her lips as she was helplessly teased. She was made to turn around, facing right towards Nessa as fingers softly pulled onto her crotchrope, further separating her lips as the ropes dug deeper, fingers softly playing with her breasts. It was almost disheartening, to watch your friend being brought to orgasm while you were forced to endure denial after denial.

Everytime Alleyne's breathing quickened, her arousal stopped immediately. With Nessa's frustration at peak, she was then aroused even more, until she was just...moments away from orgasm. "Rub your pussy against that slick rope and you should be able to cum!" She was just a tip-toe's distance away from an orgasm...Alleyne was forced to watch, her drooling gagged mouth pointed towards Nessa to behold her first climax ever since their bondage started. Nessa was a drooling, exhausted wreck, but their bondage continued as they were left there to dangle.

"If you get bought out, I'm sure you'll be brought down from there!" suggested one, leaving the two, once more, tied up there, forced to endure the arousal and the inability to cum. Now that Nessa was brought past that high, it was impossible to achieve it. They could grind their pussies against their tight crotchropes, but that would only further their frustration as they remained there for what felt like ages...
 
Nessa struggled against her bonds, the feeling of the ropes against her pussy causing an aching sensation that needed to be sated and it need to be sated now. She started to pant, gasping and moaning while she looked at Alleyne, knowing that she should feel ashamed of herself, but also couldn't stop herself from feeling aroused at the sight of the noble elf, smaller breasts weighed down by the small buckets attached to her, shaven pussy leaking those lewd lovejuices. The thought made the dark elf pant more, drool filling her buckets attached to her breasts, which ultimately one her the contest.

Alleyne moaned as fingers probed her pussy, not doing anything to help her except tease like crazy, her wet slit tightening up around nothing, only serving to make her tighter and tighter. Watching as Nessa reached climax only made her want her own even more, biting down on her gag, desperately wanting the same thing. At the guard's words, she rubbed herself desperately against the rope but found no relief, only mildly disgusted at her own behavior.

Glancing towards her friend, Alleyne sent a helpless look, whimpering somewhat and Nessa nodded albeit weakly, spent from the orgasm that had rocked her entire body and still made her convulse slightly, choking back her own saliva. Alleyne's look of helplessness was a sign to Nessa that it was finally time to let go of their rebellion, and so hung limply, lewd genitalia on display for everyone to see and manhandle.
 
Customers came and went, some even lashing away at their freed breasts with cat-o-nine'tails. Their whips softly lashed away the clamps away from their supple breasts, their dangling and twitching bodies gleaming within the sun. They spent most of their waking moments in bondage, eyes glazed and glassy as they wallowed in their arousal and humiliation. Their drool and pussy juices forming a puddle beneath their feet, twitching muscles with the exertion of standing and supporting most of their weight on the balls of their feet. Arms fixed to the utterly cruel reverse prayer position, no rest was afforded for the two, as they dangled helplessly, a drooling mess of elven flesh...

After a customer finished teasing the two elves almost on the border of unconsciousness, the guards began to untie their ropes, freeing their dangling legs to let them fall like a heap onto their juices. Their gags were soon freed, but ring gags wrapped in leather were forced onto their mouths. "Lick your mess clean, you pigs!" said one, as those who watched with intent looked curiously their way.

Then, ropes were attached to their crotchropes, forcing them to walk unless they wanted to loosen and tighten the crotchropes even more. No matter what pleas they begged out, no rest was to come as they would be forced onto the next phase of their torture. The rope leashes were instead adujusted to be bound behind them, as rocks were soon bound and bells attached to their ankles and breast clamps. "The first to reach the other side will get a night's rest! The other will be in bondage for the whole night!" said the man, as people gathered for the race. Will their weak bodies carry through, or would their mortal flesh give way, becoming nothing more than writhing fleshy playthings?
 
Alleyne was more than ready to give up, licking at the ball gag in her mouth. Her breasts were heavy and aching, wanting nothing more than to be released from her bonds. Being pushed to the point of unconsciousness was just icing on the cake - she would've much more preferred to be passed out - it would've meant that she would no longer suffer the denial of pleasure. Biting her gag tightly, she was more than relieved as the guards started to untie both hers and Nessa's ropes, falling to the ground in a writhing, wet heap.

Blushing at the guards as they changed their gags, both Nessa and Alleyne got to their knees and started to blindly lick at the combined juices of their saliva and cum. The flavor was foreign in their mouths but they had choice but to lap it up, as if anything they were told to do would grant them the release that they both wanted so much.

As they were pulled to their feet, Nessa panted and gasped, feeling somewhat woozy. "N-nnngnhhhh... aahhh..." She moaned , almost stumbling, large breasts swaying with the slightest movement, before hissing in slight pleasure as bells were once again attached to their cuffs and clamps. Looking back at the guards then to Alleyne. Both elves whimpered before both wanting this as much as the other.

With loud cries, both the elves started to move forward, arching their bodies forward, loud moans accompanying their normally weak voices. Their movements were slow but both girls were trying their best, both wanting the pleasure of rest.
 
The crowd seemed to like watching Nessa struggling about to move, her crotchrope drenched with her pussy fluids. Her fatty tits swinging about with every attempt to walk forward, the appeal very apparent in watching her erect nipples sway along with her restrained breasts, the rope doing nothing but further accentuating her already impressive assets. The rocks trailing on their crotchropes made an annoying grating sound, led across the cobblestone on bare feet. Their underthings were completely ruined, soiled by their repeated juices to become nothing more than flimsy ruined silken panties for the two of them. Alleyne was also well-liked, her features further displayed as she, with weak legs, marched onward.

Her breasts were well-rounded and perfect, topped with perky pink nipples like crowns to her supple mounds. The way the two drooled from both their facial and their vaginal lips was just a sight to see, as Slave girls of varying degrees in bondage watched as the two girls were made to march in a humiliating race. Alleyne seemed to be well-liked, even though exhaustion and the lack of circulation from their long-bound limbs was catching up.

Then, when the two crossed the finish line, it was obvious that Nessa was the victor. Already, the despair in Alleyne's eyes were savory, as hands immediately grasped onto her and led her away to her 'execution'. Meanwhile, Nessa was shoved towards the cell she came from, ungagged and unbound. This was to be her 'rest'. As for the fair-skinned noble elf...she too was unbound, forced onto the ground. She could pull up her clothes...perhaps to hide what shame came with it as they walked her close to what looked like large metallic coffins. There were other inhabitants inside, and needless to say by the smell of the sweat, tears and the cum, it was anything but good.

They opened the coffin just for her, revealing it to be somewhat comfortable...padded areas with a few areas to put some straps. She was then ungagged, letting her utter any word she pleased before a ball gag was presented to her. This was to be the beginning of a truly sleepless night as the gag was pressed within her mouth as she was made to rest against the coffin. Arms strapped down and her legs bound as well, the other side seemed to be...gel-like protrusions, some of which buzzed oddly enough when the rune was inserted. Of course...she should see the implications of this as the coffin was closed despite what desperate pleas came her way.

The little nubs vibrated her every part expect from the neck up. Every part of her body shamelessly vibrated, but the worst part of all? Given how she was clothed, not only did her sweat make it more uncomfortable with the drooling, but it was hard for her body to get the right amount of arousal to climax. It was just torture and torture...will Alleyne ever make it out of the day still sane?
 
Everything almost ached as both girls moved, not understanding why they had to go through such pains just to accomplish the smallest things, such as rest or even orgasm. Nessa could not even begin to fathom why she was being put through this, when only a few days before, it would've been nothing for her to reach down and bring herself to orgasm - or better yet, have someone else do it for her and she knew that on some level, Alleyne (despite being the delicate flower that she always seemed to be) would've been able to do the same.

The idea spurred her on, wanting nothing more than to rest and lie down for a moment, which eventually led the dark elf to win the race. Alleyne's despair only got deeper - in no way was she inferior to Nessa, but the ministrations throughout the day had only served to weaken her, already breaking her down as a Noble. She watched as Nessa was unbound, the dark elf sighing in pleasure as she was finally free of her restraints and taken away, to their old cell assumedly.

When the young elf made contact with the coffin, she knew it was going to be anything but good but when she was actually put inside it, Alleyne did everything she could to stop herself from screaming. "M-mmmmm!! A-aaahhhhhhhh!! L-let--!! N-nnngghhh!!" She moaned from within its confines, gasping adorably as the nubs vibrated against her mercilessly, wanting nothing more than to move herself slightly so that she would finally be able to cum or rest - but she was granted neither of these, her wailing going on for most of the night.
 
Indeed, Nessa was brought to her cell, but with a twist: with her legs raised, they fitted a chastity belt inside of her, making sure that she would not be able to cum. The standard routine was to make the prospect of an orgasm a reward rather than a right, to practice chastity for their masters. After all...they didn't control their bodies, their masters did. So, once the chastity belt was fitted, she was thrown back into her cell, right towards the bundle of hay at the corner where she could find a little comfort within the bristles. The night was indeed shining down, the cell being almost heavenly in comparison to outside where a few would snort or groan as they would be raped time and time again, their gagged squeals carried by the night breeze...

Alleyne's torture would not end any time soon. Even the others girls in iron coffins close to her would moan. One even managed to faint entirely, eyes rolling into her head as the sensory overload completely took over and brought her to darkness. Their tortures continued to the point where their moans became nothing more than weak whimpers. Occasionally weak groans and gentle gasps could be heard outside as a guard with a few leashes on hand would lead booted and heeled girls for cart riding tommorow, often dropping some water rudely upon the opening slit of their coffins, giving them temporary respite. The moans of the girls rose, as if begging to be released, but no help came as they spent the sleepless night there.

Daybreak broke through the darkness as most of the girls were lifted from their coffins and thrown into cells to get what little rest they were entitled to. Alleyne's coffin was opened last, to reveal and extremely haggard, tired and desperate elf, her juices long saturated her legs. Shaky she would be, but she was lifted up and forced to stand straight, drool dripping from her ball-gagged mouth. "Your training is to start very soon." said the man, who then tore off all vestiges of her clothes save for her thigh-high stockings. She was then led off towards the cell, where she would be met with Nessa who may or may not have capitalized on rest.

Alleyne's arms were still bound behind her, but this time just her wrists bound together, freed now from the extremely strenuous reverse prayer position. Still ball-gagged, atleast now she would be given an hour or so of sporadic rest before, a guard walked up close. "Morning, whores. Ready for your meal before the training?" he asked, smiling as he threw some gruel on bowls before them, removing their gags.
 
Tearing as she was placed back into her cell, Nessa barely had the strength to resist the guards as they fitted her with a belt, only falling lifelessly to the ground as her entire body was spent. She was glad that she didn't have to spend it in any sort of binding, the marks from the ropes that she had worn for most of the day still there. "A-aahh...." she whimpered softly, squirming her way to the bundle of hay in the corner, hoping that the prickly feel it gave as it pressed into her skin would be more than enough to remind her of home, of the days she used to spend lazing around. Oh how long ago those days felt in comparison to the few days she had spent in captivity!

Alleyne had almost run out of voice by the morning, her voice croaky and hoarse, as if she had almost screamed herself raw. Yet there was no satisfaction - no matter how she squirmed and moved, she couldn't get herself to cum. Tearing adorably as the coffin door was finally opened for her, her entire body still vibrated with the force of the vibrations of the small nubs from the coffin. Drool leaking out of her ball gag, she was pulled towards the cell with Nessa, who was now awake, but still looked more haggard than she did.

The blonde elf let out a small whimper as her arms were freed, a sigh of happiness escaping her mouth before both of the girls looked at the guard who had arrived. "M-mmmm..." She managed, while Nessa stayed silent. She certainly didn't agree with the way they were being treated but neither of them had a choice.

When the gags were removed, both Nessa and Alleyne ate obediently, slowly finishing the meal. It wasn't much, but it was more than enough to replenish them somewhat, color returning to their orgasm-less bodies.
 
Nessa's silence did not escape their jailer's notice. "Looks like you want to do it the hard way, eh Darkie? Well I'll make sure you'll regret that!" he said, smiling as he beckoned the other guards. "That dark-skinned one will go with the rider. The fair-skinned one can be trained." he said, as the bars soon swung open and the two were corralled, led away from their cell and into the outdoor grounds of the slave market. It would be their second day under such tortures...not many could retain their previous selves for long. Just how long would it take to break these two?

Nessa was led to a clearing near a tent. Slave girls, some of them reluctantly struggling, were fitted with various tools such as ball gags or nipple clamps. Outside stood a strange device: the central pole stood some ten feet tall and four long metal poles radiated from the central pole. From each pole dangled a long chain which ended in a tangled mass of leather straps that hung menacingly some three feet above the ground. Already, two slave girls were bound upon them, straps binding their arms cruelly together, a strap running between their lips and elevated just a few feet from the ground.

Tears ran through the human girl's eyes, pleading weakly to the guards that escorted Nessa. Then, she was brought to the tent, where they fitted a ball gag, ropes around her breasts forcing her arms to the cruel reverse prayer position. Her fatty breasts swaying, her legs were fitted onto ballerina point boots, forcing her toes to bear the weight. Worst yet, she was chained with a hobble chain, led towards one of the tangled mess as she was strapped to the machine, a leather strap to her collar, to her bound arms and to her crotch as she was welded to the machine.

The other slave girls were snivelling and whimpering, as they were affixed to the machine. Then, with a loud creak, the wheel began to turn, forcing the occupants to move, dragging them forward. The straps would rub against their bodies, leading them as they would be walked to exhaustion...

Meanwhile Alleyne was brought towards another clearing, this time with small stakes standing out. Other women were bound onto them, roasting out in the sun as they tried to stand above a dildo that perilously impaled against them. Alleyne was brought towards a guard, who smiled. "Welcome to training, whore!" he said, "We don't get much elven pussy around so listen up! You call me by the name master. You will call anyone by the name master. Am I clear, you slave?" he asked. Good. It looked like they would be having fun with her torture...

First up, was the crop training. She was blind-folded, arms bound awkwardly as she was forced to stand perfectly still. "One tap to the thigh means to move forward. Two is to move forward." The man barked out, "When you are tapped twice at your ass, you sit. When you are tapped once at your bum, you stand." They tested her out, tapping her butt twice, then once, then tried to trick her by tapping at her thigh once, hoping that she would move forward had she not paid attention...
 
Whimpering as Nessa was taken away from her, Alleyne looked towards the guards that pulled her to the clearing, looking at the other women who were stuck in a less than savory situation. Biting her lip at the guard who had so 'lovingly' called her a whore, she had no choice but to submit to him. "Y-yes master!" she replied before she was blind-folded and bound once more. The position of the bindings made her whimper, it was such an awkward position for her to be in - even worse than her other bindings before being forced to be perfectly still as she was taught new orders on how and when she should move. Feeling the taps to her body, she tried to obey them as much as she could, and without thinking moved forward on the second tap to her thigh.

Nessa on the other hand, knew she was in for a rough time when she saw the machine in the clearing, sighing to herself. It wasn't particularly in her nature to be rebellious, it was just this sort of thing where she was forced to submit really got on her nerves. However, she was an elf without a choice and moaned as her arms were bound back into the terrible reverse prayer. Gasping as she was led to the machine, she wanted to do anything, turn and run away but she couldn't, now helplessly bound to the machine that she was sure that was going to bring the death of her. Watching it slowly come to life, she couldn't help but think that it wasn't that bad before it actually started moving, forcing her along with it, the straps rubbing against her making her groan in pleasure.

She could tell that this was indeed going to be a long day.
 
Right when she made the mistake, the guards seized upon the opportunity as the kiss of a whip struck her rear, landing a soft red weal against her skin. A few more and the guard made small lovely X's out of whip marks against her cheeks, nothing permanent but enough to prove to her they weren't kidding. "Make more mistakes and we'll be sure to make that permanent!" threatened one, who then struck at her thigh once, then at her rear twice then once, only to strike her thigh once. After a few more practices and of course, a few lashes, it seemed that Alleyne got the hang of the movement. "Good work, slut." said the Slave master, who then grasped her hair and led her forward, then tapping at her butt twice.

Then, she was led, by way of the crops, towards a menagerie of male slaves, all naked, stretched with their erections quite hard. Many were gagged and blindfolded, their hardness erect and ready as a result of being fed an aphrodisiac. They maneuvered her close to the man's quivering hardness. "A good slave needs to be great at orally servicing her master. Give his hardness three strokes all the way down. Then keep your throat onto his hardness until you are struck on the third time at your rear. Am I understood?" he said, the lash of a whip onto the air more than enough to convince her. However, the third strike against her rear would not come in awhile as the man she was pleasuring moaned, drool drilling against his manhood as she was forced to hold it deep...

Nessa, along with the other slave girls were continually walked, the machine seldom slowing down even as their stamina were put to the test. Slowing down only furthered the misery the collective suffered, forced to compensate for the slack provided by the disabled girl, mostly left panting from harsh fatigue or from tripping. Over time each girl would have to adopt a rhythmic marching sequence, otherwise the speed would slow and the straps would tighten further. Their legs cramped and tired out, but surely it would help tone their sleek bodies!

The breaktime soon came, as ball-gagged girls with jingling nipple clamps 'attended' to the girls. Each one held what looked like a tube filled with white cream, something they smeared onto each pussy. Drooling, the servant girls placed nipple clamps onto each perky breast, with the straps accentuating the size of their breasts it was impossible to resist not clamping them down! Each ball gag was replaced with a ring gag, a cup of water for each as they were given reprieve before the machine started up again and with it, the girl's miseries.
 
Alleyne gasped as the whip struck her, almost wanting to collapse from the intense and searing pain she felt rise in her delicate skin and rear. It was truly sadistic what these men were doing to her! If it was back in the days where she was still considered elven nobility, then she would've had all these people punished for not only what she doing to them, but for what they had been doing to other women and men too. However, those days were long gone. Now she was just barely a shell of her former self, as if slowly breaking down to all the tortures that she was being put through. Holding back tears as she finally caught the hang of the movement, she felt her ass stinging but kept quiet, knowing that her complaint would be punished brutally. As the slave master gripped her hair, she cried out and whimpered as she was led to the row of men and even more so when she was forced down in front of one. "M-mmmm!!" She teared adorably before slowly nodding her head.

Slowly but surely, she took the man's cock into her hands, stroking three times delicately before ashamedly taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it, desperately resisting her gag reflex. Though the man's cock in her mouth was not unpleasant, the way it felt in her mouth almost made her want to run away, wanting nothing more than to escape or at the very least, if escape wasn't an option, find a good master who would treat her nicely and not force her to do anything she didn't want to. Feeling her saliva pool in her mouth as she held the man's cock with her mouth, she swallowed what she could, looking up at the man who was blindfolded but otherwise enjoying what she was doing to him.

The dark elf on the other hand, was having a hard time with the machine testing her greatly, the feeling making her want to cum more than anything but she resisted, desperate to hold out longer than other girls who had passed out halfway through. She resented the situation she was in and silently wondered what Alleyne was doing and if it faired any better than her, before feeling a break come, silently relieved.

However, Nessa realized it wasn't much of a break when her pussy was suddenly smeared with a white cream before nipple clamps were attached to her, the feeling making her want to cry out before feeling her breasts get larger with the straps. Quickly drinking the water she had been given, she enjoyed the short reprieve before the machine started once more and she walked.
 
The gagged grunts of the man bound before her sounded out the pleasure he received from her forced service, grunting as the slave driver behind her continued to abuse her, lashing against her precious skin. Her beautiful silken smooth bright skin was marred with dirt, bruises and red weals against her flesh, no longer considered pure from all the abuse and bondage she had suffered. Heck, even some of the rope marks from yesterday's suspension was still clearly shown. The man she was pleasing soon climaxed, his drawn out gagged moan a signal as she was overwhelmed by the man's musky honey. To pleasure a human...no greater humiliation to a Noblewoman Elf! Throwing her aside, despite the fact she thought she was done, a rough hand grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth once again to the still-hardened cock, kept that way from being fed an aphrodisiac as she, with her hands now shackled together behind her were forced to pleasure him again, to the rhythm of the whips. "Keep sucking it, you dirty whore! You'll be experiencing more than that if you slow down!" The threat was very much real, perhaps she'd enjoy being caged down in a restrictive box, force-fucked until hours on end.

And so, she was forced to suck the man until his moans of ecstasy became moans of agony, forcibly made to cum and cum until he loaded her stomach with sperm. After the third orgasm beyond that, Alleyne was pulled away, brought to what looked like the gallows from last time...bound with her legs together, arms in a reverse prayer a price was then hung from her neck, trying in vain to cover up the bells that jingled from her clamps, as she was forced to hang.

Meanwhile, the machine started anew, girls who had lost all consciousness plucked away from the machine only to be stuffed into bags, brought to what looked like a warehouse. It was the disgusting site known as the pig pen, where girls would be stockaded in a sweltering hot cage, force-fucked until they would lose all coherent thought. However, the Dark-skinned elf was spared that fate even as her cramping legs began to give as she was led towards the gallows, just at the same time when Alleyne was being bound. Bound as well to the same position, the gags were fitted as a bidding soon commenced. This time, however, they had multitude of bidders...just who were they to suffer under, this time?!
 
Alleyne couldn't help but cry out against every lash to her skin, her throat vibrating against the cock in her mouth before feeling him cum. She wanted nothing more than to stop, the man's liquid in her mouth a taste almost so vile she wanted to spit it out but she knew she couldn't. She wasn't in a position where she could easily refuse and so she was forced to take more and more of the man's disgusting cum. It made her want to throw up and she almost did before desperately holding back.

When she was moved, she thanked the Heavens above. Even if she was being bound again, it was better than being forced to pleasure a man. If all men tasted like that, then Alleyne wasn't sure if she could stomach being made to do it more. Sighing, she whimpered slightly as her arms were forced back into the now familiar reverse prayer position before attempting to look at the price around her. She came to the realization that she was finally being sold - but where was Nessa?

This question was answered when Nessa was being forced towards the gallows, despite barely being able to stand. She had tears in her eyes, from the frustration and lack of orgasm, as well as the exhaustion her legs felt. She was actually glad to be hanging, because it provided needed rest for her legs. Letting them gag her, she looked over to Alleyne, a few tears running down her face as she saw that the girl was okay before blinking at the bidders, watching them bid over both her and Alleyne like they were cheap meat at a market.
 
The market was abuzz with activity. The crowd was particularly great, a number of slaves and freed persons watched. Many of various races were seen: from exotic of beastmen to the more rarer foxkin of the east, the marketplace was a very craven purveyor of flesh. Among the crowd, a white-haired boy, wearing cleric vestments was quick to drag away a black-haired woman wearing a body-fitting clothing, almost exasperated to find her hands quite low...but aside from that, the bidding were quite high. The winner soon came to be a lord of some sort, a confident look about his eyes as the girls were soon untied, led off the gallows as other girls then were affixed, their eyes showing a mix of despair, dread and capricious relief that their torment was to be over...soon enough.

The two were led towards a post, marked with a certain name. Lord Karel of house Delamarcis...it was a name vaguely familiar, a noble man from the Schwarzivald republic. The name should come off as familiar: they waged a military campaign against Elea, the country that Alleyne was a noble of, prior to her capture and subsequent abduction. The two were forced to wear collars on their necks, standing on the dusty road parked as they awaited their new master, who obviously did take his time getting there, smiling as he watched the girls trying their best to rest their tired feet.

The noble was wearing expensive clothing, a predominant blue color scheme matching the flawless ruby upon his collar and his piercing azure blue eyes. The slaver in charge of the two introduced them as fine elven specimens, tortured for two days and kept under pressure. He was jokingly told they were willing to do almost anything just to cum. With that, the man smirked, pointing the tip of his cane against Alleyne's breasts. "This one, you shall be called Whore. And you, dark skinned creature, you shall be called slut. Am I understood?" he asked. Whether or not they replied, he would still have them tortured anyways.

"I am staying over at this marketplace for quite some time. I am to depart tomorrow. Perhaps you could have these two tortured until nightfall. I shall choose one to accompany me to bed, the other shall be pleasure and entertainment before my entourage. They have been craving some feminine flesh for some time now." he said, smirking as he left the two to their fate. And so, the slaver took their leashes, bringing them both back to where they were to be trained, as Alleyne was handed towards the wheel, while Nessa to the menagerie of male slaves, their cocks erect and serviced by sometimes unwilling participants.
 
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