“Gulp, gluck.”

In a manor there was a man standing tall and a woman on her knees. That in itself wasn’t too strange of a sight. Though if anyone from Earth were to see it for the first time, they’d probably take notice of the woman’s ears. They were long and pointed, for she was an elf.

A very annoyed and bored elf.

Stupid asshole.

Celena was once again being forced to suck the new baron’s dick. She could feel his hard cock dive deep into her throat as she continued to force her mouth up and down the shaft. Her lips gliding over it, her tongue licking the sides. More than a few women would be distraught by having their bakery burned to the ground, their friends and family killed, and then being forced to suck the killer’s cock and basically become a slave.

Luckily for Celena, her friends and family had long moved away from this small village, her bakery was nice but only so-so, and as for the oral rape… she was an elf. Elves didn’t have quite the same hang up’s on sex that most humans had.

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t furious. Only that her eyes hadn’t turned glassy and dead like some women she knew because of some forced sex. No, she was furious because of others. Seeing their dead stares, the hopelessness, the absolute drenching dread, the tears… it broke her heart and ignited a hatred she didn’t even know she could feel.

That was to say nothing for the dead. Even if they hadn’t been her friends or family, they were people she had known Gods damn it!

Her teeth unintentionally tightened and she hurriedly stopped. The baron looked down at her.

“Hmm?”

She rapidly returned to the blowjob, not giving him a chance to punish her again. The first time… well… she had tried biting. The result of that was she now had one working eye. She hoped the other one would heal but she had been punched very, very hard. And then the baron had decided that one significant wound was better than a beating and had poured some type of cooking oil onto it.

At least she hoped it was cooking oil and not some horrible form of acid.

All she knew now was that she had an eyepatch and her non-working eye fucking burned all the time.

The fear of losing her other eye kept her teeth firmly unclenched. Her only regret was that she hadn’t waited to bite off the Baron’s dick. Sure, she had done some damage to one of his men, but it just wasn’t the same.

Her lips and mouth continued their goal before without warning, she felt the baron cum deep into her mouth, his hand already pulling her fully forward. She had choked the first time and had never given him the satisfaction twice. Sadly, she was even getting used to this annoying existence.

Which was why she was bored.

Apathy seemed the easier path to go towards, other than never ending rage or soul crushing despair. Treating everything like it was fine, and normal, and like she didn’t want to tear her own flesh apart if it would give even one of them a paper cut, was the only path for now. She had wasted her opportunity in impatience. None of the men were stupid enough to leave them anywhere or with anything they could really kill them. Even a small knife would do.

Instead she was naked, as she had been for at least two weeks now, along with every other woman in the baron’s mansion. Not allowed to even go to the kitchen or anywhere else.

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“On the bed.”

Her apathy nearly broke. It wasn’t the rape coming, it was that the bastard had figured out a fresh new way to torture everyone. Women are too much of a threat? Tie them to the beds! It’s not like the manor for the lord was small, there were enough rooms for his men and each woman they had ‘selected’. As the baron’s ‘selected’ woman, she had been led around with him, checking up on things. Namely, that meant she had to watch as he ‘sampled’ every other woman in the manor. Some women had been tied to beds for more than a week now and it… it showed. The idea of ending up like them, not just a slave but being totally unable to move, unable to do anything at all, filled her with horror every time.

Just as she was resigning herself to her fate for at least a day, the door was thrown open and one of the Baron’s men came rushing in.

“Baron! We have a big problem!”

She had seen the man before but she was currently dumbfounded. She had seen him be arrogant and sadistic and cruel, always that kind of look on his face. Never once had she seen him look pure white from terror.

The Baron, for all his assholeness, was sadly not stupid. He didn’t waste time.

“What’s going on?!”

“D-D- There’s a demon at the gate!”

Not just the baron, but Celena also felt her soul practically freeze in her chest. Demons in general were… terrifying. They were strong, really strong. Humans had outnumbered them one hundred to one in the war, along with substantial help from the fairies and they had been even. Now they typically stayed in the territory they had invaded and plundered, generally not bothering anybody. Seeing a demon outside their territory meant problems most of the time. Seeing a demon in human territory?

It usually meant a massacre before the demon was finally put down. She may not like her current life but at least beforehand there had still been a chance for change. If a demon was right outside, then she was probably dead, along with everyone in the building. Her heart squeezed and choked at that. The other villagers! No, not just them, but the village itself!

Her apathy shattered and she fell to the ground, tears streaming from her face. She wasn’t weak but one can only suffer so many calamities before it feels as if fate itself has it out for you.

“Stand up.”

The baron’s voice was ice cold. It took her a second to realize he was referring to her.

“If he’s still at the gates then there might be room for negotiation. Demons are whimsical and destructive, but also lustful to the extreme. If we give up all the women here, treat him to a good meal, and offer him up the village on a silver platter, we might survive.”

The baron was horrified but since he was still alive, there was still a chance. No doubt the demon had from far away if he had been looking for a massacre. Him showing up on the very outskirts of the kingdom, especially at the south instead of the north where the Demon’s land was, only confirmed that. He had grown up during the war and knew of demons very, very well. They had started the ten year war purely for land and stopped only after they had run out of demons to throw at the problem. Not enough to counter-invade and get rid of them though.

They were strong, beyond strong really, and there were procedures in place for a demon sighting. Mainly, run for your lives and call for help. In any other town, he’d have already sent a message along the crystal pipeline, and with any luck, a royal knight regiment would arrive within a few days to deal with it. But this village didn’t even have one. Once again, he cursed himself for offending Count Ingratio by insulting his daughter’s fashion sense. How was he supposed to know that was his daughter?!

His plans for the village may be ruined but he’d just have to curse his bad luck and hope to live till tomorrow.

“Well? Quickly! Gather all the men and send out at least three women to meet with him! What are you standing around for?!”

The man hurried away like he was on fire, little more than a terrified blur. The Baron turned back around at his pet elf and frowned, thinking. They were a few weeks away from the elven territory, well, for a normal creature. Even if it was a strong demon, that trip probably couldn’t be done in just a day. And attacking in the elf territory was something demons had never done. He might enjoy being offered one up more than the rest of the village combined.

“Up. Follow.”

Celena shakily got up and followed after the Baron. She didn’t want to die, she didn’t want her village to die, but if she was lucky, maybe she’d at least get to see the baron and his men be massacred first.