Eros
Codes: Fdom/F, bnd, trn, extreme humil, unusual skin
Theoretically, "black" and "dark" convey two different mental images. One is a color which indicates no light whatsoever. The other is a shade which implies that there merely isn't much light, though sometimes it can be said to be black.
A human described as "black" has a skin which is a shade of brown, rather than that pinkish beige color that indicates a human who is "white". Dark Elves, on the other hand, have a skin which appears to be a relatively dark shade of charcoal grey, sometimes blue, but generally a darker shade than the skin of a "black" human. They also had silvery white hair, elongated pointed ears, and burning red eyes.
Zulia Dlamardt was dressed in black — a darker black than her skin, of course.. Black rubber gloves, black high-heeled boots, a black trenchcoat, a black latex micro-bikini, a black miniskirt with a black leather belt that had a whip hanging from the left and a riding crop hanging from the right, and in one pocket of her trenchcoat, a handkerchief which — put it like this — probably isn't going to be white.
She descended the stone steps into her dungeon. She was proud of it. It wasn't just a basement lit by candles and with cardboard "stone walls" set up around the edges, it was an actual dungeon, lit by torches and dribbly candles. Admittedly, the cells had toilets with indoor plumbing, but Zulia Dlamardt wasn't actually cruel, in her point of view. Merely ... sadistic.
Her implements of torture were much more subtle than whips and chains, and saved a fortune in medical bills.
The tall Dark Elf approached one of the cells and unlocked the door. Sitting inside was a girl in her late teens who appeared, at first glance, to be another Dark Elf, but her skin was merely a shade of steel-grey, her ears not quite as pointed, and her eyes were purple. She wore black gloves, boots, and a breast-baring bustier, as well as a collar which was chained to one of the bedposts, and her wrists were cuffed behind her back. She could get to the toilet, and crawl over to the door, and probably eat and drink from a bowl set down just inside, but she probably wouldn't be eating with her hands.
"Hello, Breanna," said Zulia, stroking the girl's hair.
"Hello, Mistress Zulia ..." said the girl shyly.
Zulia smiled down at her. It wasn't a very friendly smile. "Breanna Durothil," she said. "I can't get over that name, even after seven months! Her surname could belong to any Dark Elf, but her given name ..." She cupped Breanna's cheek. "That's a human name, isn't it, my little toy?"
Breanna shivered. "Y-yes ... it is, Mistress Zulia ..." she whimpered.
Zulia noted the shiver and brief stammer. It was something new. She'd have to examine it to see what it meant. "Yes, it is," she said, smiling condescendingly down at her. "She's just a little half-breed — not fully human, but not really a Dark Elf. She was found on a doorstop at an orphanage, but it ran out of money and couldn't support teenagers aged sixteen or older. Now she has no worth as a person, she only has any value as a slave, as a pet, as a belonging, doesn't she?"
Breanna blushed. Which looked a bit strange, because the red touching her features was actually a lighter shade than her grey skin. "Yes, Mistress Zulia," she said softly.
"Oh, what a cute blush she has!" exclaimed Zulia, petting her cheek. "So adorable ... I could just eat you right up!" She grinned. "Ah well ... at least she isn't in the hands of those strange robed creatures anymore. She was going to just be their rape-slut until they got bored and killed her." She unhooked the chain from the bedpost. "All right, toy, time for your daily exercise."
She led Breanna by the chain over to an exercise treadmill in one corner of the dungeon. Next to it was a stool. She paused, gazing down at the girl's face, and pulled out her handkerchief. "Got something on your nose!" she said sweetly. "Must've been because you ate out of a bowl with your hands cuffed behind your back, hmm?"
Breanna winced slightly as Zulia cleaned her face up. Then she said, "Thank you, Mistress Zulia ..."
"You're welcome, my little pet," said Zulia, attatching the chain to the front panel of the treadmill. She reached into her pocket and took out what appeared to be a sort of reverse-strapon, i.e. the dildo pointed in. It was also designed with minimal straps so that, when worn, it didn't actually block any important openings in the wearer. One could wear it constantly, and, technically, not have any problems functioning normally. Well, in the bathroom, at least.
She pressed the length into Breanna's pussy, causing her to gasp, and then strapped it into place, giving her rear a light smack. "Okay, up on the treadmill, toy," she said.
Breanna gasped, hurriedly jumping up onto the exercise device. "Y-yes, Mistress Zulia!"
Zulia uncuffed Breanna's wrists, then picked up a pair of three-kilogram weights and handed them to Breanna. "You have thirty seconds to get up to seven kilometers an hour, while lifting your weights" she said. "When you get there ..." She hefted her riding crop. "... don't go below six, and you are forbidden to orgasm until I give you permission. Understand?"
Breanna nodded nervously. "Yes, Mistress Zulia," she said. She was used to this sort of exercise, as well as the extenuating circumstances around it.
Zulia grinned, sitting down on the stool, and took out a remote control with one hand and a stopwatch in the other. "Go!" she said, pushing a button on both, and the vibrator turned on.
Breanna yelped and started to jog. The treadmill immediately started running, matching her speed, and the speedometer lit up with about two kilometers per hour, climbing up. What privately impressed Zulia, though, was the fact that Breanna could now jog so steadily with a vibrator in her pussy at a low setting. Not, of course, that she was ever going to let Breanna know this. The only praise she intended to give the girl was condescending, and laced with words and phrases which would humiliate her as much as they encouraged her.
Zulia glanced at the stopwatch and then at the speedometer. Only twelve seconds had gone by, but Breanna was already up to five kilometers per hour, so Zulia turned the vibrator up to a medium setting. Breanna gasped and stumbled, her speed falling slightly.
Zulia gave her a light smack with the riding crop. "Faster!" she said.
Breanna whimpered, trying to pick her speed back up. "B-but it's ... it's not ..."
The next smack was harder. "Faster!" said Zulia, a touch more threatening.
Breanna yelped and jumped, wobbling as she picked up her pace, stumbling as she tried to run whilst lifting weights with a vibrator buzzing in her pussy. Finally, though, she managed to hit seven kilometers an hour right before the stopwatch reached thirty seconds, and she gasped, almost stumbling a bit.
"Good girl!" said Zulia, turning the vibrator back down to the low setting, then slightly above it. "Okay, now ... ten minutes of this ..."
Breanna continued to jog unsteadily, managing to stay above six kilometers per hour. Five minutes into her jog, Zulia suddenly turned the vibrator up to high for just a second, causing her to stumble with a yelp, though to her surprise she managed to stay above the minimum speed.
She glanced nervously to Zulia, who simply shrugged and said, "Oops."
The girl clenched her teeth as she continued jogging, then let out another yelp as Zulia turned it on high again, nearly falling over this time. Zulia laughed as she turned it back to a point slightly higher than the low setting, then simply said, "Oops," again.
Breanna whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as she continued jogging along, her mouth hanging open. She almost would have preferred hanging upside-down from the ceiling with an eight-ounce weight attatched to each nipple, though admittedly she would probably have changed her mind almost immediately. This felt like mental torture beyond any masochist's wildest imaginings.
She stumbled again as Zulia turned up the vibrator again, and then turned it back and sweetly said, "Oops!"
Finally, Zulia turned off the vibrator and said, "Stop." Breanna jerked to a halt. "Come with me ..."
The Dark Elf mistress took the chain and led Breanna over to another stool in another corner of the room. Against the wall behind it was a St. Andrew's cross, and next to that was a sort of workbench with whips, dildos, and various other items arranged in a row. Zulia pointed to the floor in front of the stool. "Sit," she ordered, and Brianna nervously obeyed, kneeling in front of the stool with her hands behind her back.
Zulia walked over to the bench, as if Breanna wasn't there anymore, and selected two lengths of rope. She then walked over behind Breanna and tied her wrists together, grinning widely, then tied her elbows close together as well. She slipped out of her trenchcoat and tossed it aside, then pulled off her bikini and tossed it onto her coat. "There," she said, grinning, and sat on the stool, looking down at Breanna expectantly.
The young half-elf leaned in nervously and began licking at Zulia's pussy. The older woman groaned, and lifted one of her legs, placing her right foot on Breanna's shoulder. "Ah, yes, that's a good half-breed slut ..." she moaned, reaching up to fondle her own left breast. "Be a good sex-toy for me ... bring your mistress off and make me cum!"
Breanna whimpered, her tongue pressing into Zulia's pussy, licking around intently. She'd done this at least once a day for the past seven months, and had gotten good at it just from copious, aggressive experience. She knew all the right spots to pleasure her, and could probably make her Mistress cum instantly if she wanted ...
Ah. There was an idea.
"Ohh ... slut-toy," groaned Zulia through her pleasure. "Make me cum in ... in exactly one minute! Oooh ..." She grabbed the stopwatch and lifted it up, pressing the button. "Now!"
Breanna gulped, looking scared, but she slowed down, pacing her lickings. Zulia moaned, tugging and rubbing at her own nipples, shuddering with pleasure. "Ahhh, there's a good slut," she gasped. "Ah, yes ... for ... for every second over or under ... I'm gonna whip you!" Her foot was pressing hard into Breanna's left shoulder now. "Yes!"
The stopwatch beeped, indicating it was at thirty seconds. "Oh gods ... yes ... keep going, fuck-toy!" gasped Zulia, squeezing her breasts harder. "Nghh ... get your mistress off in ... in another ... oh gods! ..." She was clearly a bit too distracted to keep track.
Finally, Zulia cried out as she finally came, at the exact instant the stopwatch hit sixty seconds, and she shuddered. "Oohhh, yes, that was good, fuckpet," she murmured, shuddering lightly, and brought her foot back to the floor. "Hmm ... I'll have to pay closer attention and actually have my riding crop next time ..."
Breanna trembled a bit. "Y-yes, m-mistress ..." she stammered softly.
Zulia chuckled. "Anyway," she said, untying Breanna. "Hmm. I wonder, perhaps, if you were really good ... I might bring you upstairs and let you see the light of day again ..." She waited until she saw the hope in Breanna's eyes, then said, "Nah, that'll never happen." She chuckled as Breanna's face fell.
"Anyway, your turn," she said, then started pulling off Breanna's bustier. Breanna blushed, shyly helping to disrobe herself. Zulia proceeded to push Breanna back against the St. Andrew's Cross and cuffed her wrists and ankles into place, then went to the table and returned with a ballgag. "Open wide, toy!" she said, and pressed it into Breanna's mouth.
Zulia smiled, and picked up the remote control to the vibrator, then paused. "Wait, I know!" she said, and moved to gather up her discarded clothes, hurriedly getting dressed. "You just wait right here," Zulia said cheerfully, and then hurried out of the dungeon.
She returned a moment later with a large glass mixing bowl, which she set carefully under Breanna's pussy. "Here you go," she said cheerfully, then set the vibrator to maximum. Breanna gasped as the vibrator began buzzing intensely inside her pussy, shuddering and moaning loudly. Her juices started leaking out, and she shuddered, blushing bright red and squirming, whimpering, then let out a loud queal as she finally came ...
... and her juices splashed right into the bowl.
Zulia grinned. "Okay!" she said, and turned to leave again. "I'll come back when the bowl's more full."
Breanna whimpered and squirmied in her bonds, shuddering and blushing bright red. The vibrator continued buzzing inside her, not painfully, but overwhelmingly. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
"See you later," said Zulia cheerfully, and walked out of the dungeon.
Breanna shuddered, letting out a groan as she lay there in her bonds, panting and squirming and shuddering, the vibrator buzzing within her ...
The bowl had nearly reached the brim and had a small puddle around it by the time Zulia returned, several hours later. She smiled, turning off the vibrator. "All right, pet," she said, and took out Breanna's ballgag.
"Ohhh ... m-mistress ..." mumbled Breanna, looking dazed and weak.
Zulia smiled as she carefully picked up the bowl, bringing it to Breanna's lips. "Open wide, slut," she said. "Drink it all down."
Breanna whimpered, opening her mouth and drinking it all down. There was a lot of it, and she had to fight to keep from shuddering at the taste and spilling it.
"Good toy," said Zulia when she was finished, and gently set the bowl down, groping Breanna's bare breasts. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Y-yes ... m-mistress ..." mumbled Breanna softly.
Zulia tweaked her nipple. "I didn't quite hear you!"
Breanna yelped. "Ah! Yes, mistress!" she exclaimed.
"Good," said Zulia, then undid Breanna's bonds and carried her over to a larger wooden table in the center of the room, placing her down on her stomach. She then took a length of white rope and bound Breanna's thighs to her calves, before binding her wrists and elbows together and tying that to her ankles. The ballgag was then relaced. "There you go!" she said, grinning. "Nice, hogtied and helpless slut. Have another orgasm, on me!" She turned the vibrator on high.
Breanna yelped and squirmed, blushing bright red and squirming, the sensations building up within her. She felt completely lost amid the sensations once again. Zulia grinned, and toyed with the settings, bringing them up and down randomly. Breanna gasped, blushing and shuddering, almost trying to hump against the vibrator in her pussy.
"You're so adorable to play with," said Zulia, turning it all the way off, then all the way up to its highest setting. Breanna squealed, and she brought it back down to a more normal setting, changing the intensity as an alternative to thrusting it in and out. "I just love having a toy to play with ..."
The captive elf gasped, panting and squirming, eyes squeezed shut and shuddering as she got closer and closer to the edge. She finally squealed as she came, her juices splashing once again from her pussy, a spasm rocking her whole body, blushing bright red ...
Zulia clapped. "Such a lovely slut-pet," she said, reaching down to stroke Breanna's hair. "I wonder if you're actually capable of cumming anymore if you aren't bound and gagged and helpless ..."
Breanna burst into tears.
Zulia Dlamardt didn't belong to a Dark Elven race which had the precise saying "the straw that broke the camel's back," it was particularly apt here. It wasn't that Zulia's comment was any more humiliating than anything else she'd said or done over the past seven months, it was just that there had been seven months of, day after day, hour after hour, minute by minute, being bound and gagged and molested and raped and, roughly three times a minute whenever they were in the same room, things Zulia said that were designed to surgically slice into her self-esteem.
Now she was just sobbing loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks as if they'd been pent up for seven months (or more — neither of them was entirely sure how long Breanna had been in that cult before Zulia rescued her) and now all of them were breaking loose at once.
Zulia blinked, a blush coloring her own cheeks, and she picked up Breanna, holding her close gently. "I'm ... I'm sorry," she whispered into the sobbing girl's ears, just patting her back gently. She carried her over to the dungeon's entrance, opened the door with a spell, and carried her upstairs.
Breanna just rested her chin on Zulia's shoulder, still sobbing. She seemed barely aware of her surroundings, and just needed a good cry.
Finally, they arrived in a large, plush, upholstered bedroom done all in white. There was a large bay window in one wall, showing the city, and the sun seemed to shine directly into it. Zulia sat Breanna down on the bed, then untied and ungagged her, taking off her shoes and gloves and the strapped-in dildo. "Rest here," she said, tucking Breanna into the bed and gathering up the discarded items. "My maids will take you to the bath." She smiled faintly. "I ... I think you'll be treated differently from now on." She took a few steps back, then walked out of the room.
Breanna just lay on the bed. Her sobs slowly started to die down, and a smile touched her face, though tears still ran down her cheeks.