Somewhere in the Middle Continent, by the human capital “Arvaden”
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The only sound that could be heard in the dark of the night were the animalistic grunts of a heavily obese man inside his bedroom. Large bottles of wine lay spread around his room, spilled on papers and the floor. The room reeked heavily of sex, a complaint he had beaten a maid over when he overheard the gossip. He had beaten her so bad, in fact, that she was unable to work again, her arms no longer able to function like they used to.
‘A quick slit of the throat took care of that problem right quick’ He chuckled darkly, laughing in a drunken stupor. Turning the small female form beneath him over he began to thrust even harder, his mind barely coherent aside from the pleasure he received.
“Fuck! Cumming!” Omar’s legs almost gave out with the force of jism that exploded from his cock. His whole body shuddered from the sensation, revelling in the exquisite tightness of the child beneath him. An explosive sigh escaped his lips as he collapsed on top of the young elf girl. Omar rolled to his side a moment later, making sure not to smother her with his fat.
“Oh Tera my darling. You were worth every single coin.” Turning her head to face him he planted a fat smooch on her lips, swirling his slimy tongue on the inside of her mouth. Omar could feel her shuddered at him doing so, which only increased his arousal. He considered having another go at the child, but quickly decided against it. His body wasn’t what it once was, and old age is a terrifying thing.
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Tera Pov
I gingerly submerged my bruised body into the steaming bath water, taking care not to splash any outside the tub. This was the only bath I’ve had in almost three weeks, since elves never gave off an odor. Grabbing a nearby washcloth I scrubbed the filth from my body, desperately trying to get the feel of that fat man off my body. I began to sob uncontrollably as I washed, scrubbing so hard my skin turned raw.
“Mom… I’m so sorry… please help…” I could remember the day I was captured like it was yesterday. I was eleven years old at the time, still a baby in elf standards. I had gotten into a rather intense fight with my mother about my father, who, other than coming home drunk every night, did virtually nothing to help the family. He had lost his right arm and eye protecting the King of Yggdrasil from an extremely strong magical beast. AS a result, he could no longer fight or wield a bow. To his utter dismay, he had not gotten a word of thanks for his effort, instead having been deemed “Useless” by the military and thrown out. Being disabled, it was near impossible for him to get a job so he was forced to rely on his own wife, something he found was a great shame. So to counter that shame he began to drink, not stopping even when our coffers ran dangerously low. I had gotten into many fights with mom over this but she simply said “He’ll be over it soon” and let it be. But when I caught him beating my mother I could no longer take it and ran away.
I had planned to go back sometime later, but who would’ve imagined the first group of people I met on the main road were slavers? After being captured my life was absolute hell. Everyday the men at the caravans “Sampled the goods”, myself included. The women were forcibly gagged every night, unable to bite their own tongues to end the nightmare.
The worst part though, was being sold. I was brought onto a large podium and my manacles were melded to a piece of wood. I was forced to stand naked in front of a pack of lustful humans while they bid on how much I was worth. It was terrifying, even more so when I was sold to Omar, a man who was known to beat the slaves he buys. Since then, I have been forced to do acts no child-No, even adults would pale at the things I have done.
I began to scrub around the magic enforce anklets on my legs. They were the sign of my slavery to Omar. Every slave he owned had them. His name was engraved in fancy gold script on the side of them. They were near impossible to cut through, having been reinforced by metal magic multiple times.
“The water's getting cold… guess I better get out now.” I slowly exited the wooden tub, ignoring the frosty air that was in the washroom. Using a dirty towel on the wall I began to dry myself clean, taking extra care to wash my greasy long hair.
“Kyaah!C-cold!!” I nearly jumped as ice cold air suddenly caressed my back, chilling my lower body.
Wait… a breeze?
I grabbed my only light source- a candle- and brought it towards the wall of the shack bathroom. By the far end of the wall three planks had been broken by their lower halves, creating a small gap the size of a small dog.
‘Should.. should I escape?’ Before I even finished the thought I began to throw on her clothes. This was my chance to escape. Freedom was a concept near foreign to me, and with it so close in sight I was experiencing elation. Although I was quite a far distance from any town, I held no worries. Elfs held a much higher affinity to nature and if needed I could live off nuts and berries until I got strong enough to travel by myself. I lowered myself down and squeezed through the tiny gap, scraping my knee on the hard stone as I struggled through.
‘Agh I’m so stupid! I forgot my candle!!’ Mentally I chided myself. I had left it by my clothes while I was putting them on. It was pitch black outside with only the dimly lit moon to guide a way. I considered crawling back inside but my choice was made for me.
“Tera. It’s time to get out. I’ll have fun with you one last time before you go to sleep. I know that’s your fa-- WHAT THE HELL!! GUARDS, GUARDS!!” My already furiously beating heart began to pump faster as Omar signaled for the guards.
‘Of all the days he had to personally get me, why did it have to be today? Why?!?’ With only a split second hesitation I ran towards the forest. It was my only chance of losing the sure-to-come hunting wolves Omar owned. I had seen what they did to escaped slaves and I had no desire to be one of their victims.
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Knight Captain Dunstead Pov
“Oh Dunstead, you’re so manly!” The buxom vixen to my right gave my muscles an appreciative squeeze.
“ And powerful!” The vixen to my left ran her hands across my chest, sensually stroking it.
“And BIG!” The vixen beneath my legs stroked an entirely different muscle. I let out an appreciative sigh. It's not everyday a man gets a sight like this.
“Oh? Somebody likes this.” The slutty woman opened her mouth wide, preparing to take my cock in it. Before she could, however, a voice from the outside interrupted my dream.
“Dunstead! Dunstead! Wake-- Oh, you’re already up.” I resisted the urge to run the fat pig through with my sword.
‘He’s your employer Dunstead. Not yet, not yet.’ Instead I gave a short salute to him and threw on a shirt, already knowing I was going to have a task.
“What do you need my lord?” The oaf was panting heavily and took a moment to catch his breath.”
“ M-my slave, Tera. She’s escaped!! Bring her back with minimal damage!!” I grit my teeth in anger at this man. Why would he wake me of all people up for this? One of my subordinates would have done just fine.
“Might I ask, my lord, why you woke me up for this? Surely one of my subordi-” Before I finished however Omar was shaking his head, jowls quivering as he did so.
“Because your men tend to “Sample” the slaves before they give them back. I can expect better things from you.” Without waiting to receive an answer he tossed a dirty pair of child's panties on the ground and walked out. Once again I had to resist the urge to kill him. I’ve heard the things this sick fuck does to kids. Apparently he hates adult women so he can only get his knocks off on children.
‘Why did I even sign up with an employer like him? Poor elf… if she’s smart she’ll kill herself.’ I picked up the pair of panties and headed towards the stables.
“Joe, Matt, Fred! Up an attem. We have some hunting to do.” Passing by the guards sleeping quarters I banged on the door with sufficient strength.
‘If my naps going to be fucked over, so is yours.’
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Tera Pov
I’d run for almost twenty minutes when I heard the first sign of the dogs. I’d gotten rather lucky with the path I chose through the forest, encountering no low roots and only a couple of branches. Hearing the noise of the dogs though cased me to involuntarily freeze mid step, sending me sprawling into cold ground. I was back up in an instant, newfound energy pumping through my body.
I absolutely refused to be captured here. Far too long have I spent at the hands of that torturous pig. Too much pain had been wrought from the hands of that evil bastard. I would rather kill myself than go back to that man.
“There she is! Faster dogs, faster!” My speed reached a whole new level as fear wove itself into my very cells, unconsciously causing me to draw mana from the earth and pore it into myself.
‘W-w-what is this? I’m going so fast!!’ The trees began to wind past my at frightening speeds and the wind began to whip my face, causing me to clench my eyes.
And that was when I met doom.
My foot snagged a small root in the ground, causing me to lose my balance and send me tumbling headfirst into the ground. I nearly vomited from how many times I rolled across the ground. White hot pain boiled into my eyes as I sat up, indicating I had broken a bone during my roll.
‘Weird’ I gasped in a pained breath. ‘I never even felt it.’ I barely managed to back myself up into a tree before the red eyed glint of the dogs entered my vision.
‘Wait a minute… they are at the other end of the clearing? Just how far did I roll, and how fast was I going’ These thoughts would never be answered as four massive wolves surrounded me on either side, oddly 15 or so yards away from me. I wondered why they were so far but in the end it did not matter as I clenched my tongue beneath my teeth.
“It’s too late now girlie. You should’ve bitten your tongue a long time ago. Matt here is a high ranked healer and will have no problem reattaching your tongue.” Once again, tears began to fall from my face. Why was this world so unfair to me? What have I done to deserve this. Glancing up I looked into the cold eyes of a rather handsome looking beastman. He had the signature ears and tail of their race, though what kind he was I could not tell.
“I pity you, I do. That man is a sick fuck and needs to die. But, he is my employer so… yeah.” Despite the circumstances I felt a small shred of hope.
“Please!! Please let me go! I’ll do anything!! I.. i can’t go back to that man. I can’t!!” My shook uncontrollably. Even if they had a healer I was still going to bite my tongue. Who knows, I might actually die.
“No can do. You're my source of income, as despicable as it is. I lose you I lose my paycheck.” The mercenary reached his arm out for me and I tried to swat it away only to find, to my dismay, that it was my right arm that was broken. Before his hand reached my collar, however, a bright light blinded us all.
When I felt it was safe to open my eyes, I saw…
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Author here. Ty for all that read, and I would like to see comments on character comparison. Is there a noticeable difference between the elf girl and the protagonist from last chapter? Or do they feel the exact same way in thinking?
Any feedback given would be a great help. Ty.