Tuesday, 29 September.
Its about 9.00am and we have just breakfasted. I'll got the morning free so I have time to write more about our arrival at Iffley Palace. We were woken early on Saturday morning by our guides who told us to pack our possessions. We left the hostel and were taken to our new home in one of those big horseless carriages which the devils call a 'bus'.

The palace is huge. As far as I can tell, it houses all seven hundred of us plus a multitudinous staff of devils. From the outside, it is breathtakingly beautiful. It stands alone, in the great red desert of Hades. The imposing walls are expensively tiled in lapis lazuli and all over there are wonderful statues of fabulous winged beasts. The main building is built around a series of court yards and cloisters. The first of these - The Great Court - is about a hundred and fifty yards across. this opens into another court flanked on the left by a massive chapel. Twice a day, the devils go here to perform their rambunctious ceremonies.

Inside the palace, most of the rooms are very plain with walls faced in white marble - spacious and well lit but rather stark. The floors are just bare boards bedecked with the occasional goat skin rug.

Close to the palace, the devils have made, out of crystal blocks, a huge transparent tower topped with a golden pinnacle. When the interior sun is low down in the sky, this amazing construction catches the shimmering light and castes all around the barren plain, the most spectacular rainbows.

When we arrived at the palace, we dismounted the bus and before we were allowed in we had to have our bags searched by the palace guards. Any weapons we had with us were confiscated. Then the guards marched us through the gothic arched gateway at the front of the palace, and we found ourselves in the Great Court.

Here we stood while an official took our names and assigned to each of us a personal attendant. These little fellows belong to some unfamiliar race, I don't think they are devils. They are about four foot six inches high, and in appearance they seem quite sexless, though mine is called Gordan - so I presume he is a 'he'. I have not seen them naked but I can't imagine that their smart tunics conceal any male organs.

Their slim bodies look human, maybe even elfin. But they are much shorter than us. What's really curious about them are their heads. The tiny mouth, twitchy nose, pink eyes, and long ears give them a curious rabbit like appearance. But unlike real rabbits, their pale translucent skin is quite hairless. These bunny men have the task of looking after us, feeding us, washing us and most importantly as far as the devils are concerned, making sure we fulfil our marital duties.

After we were introduced to our attendants, we were placed in groups of twelve. Each group was assigned to a devil.

Our group is:
1. Me,
2. Sweet Kayti,
2. Omphale,
4. Salome,
5. Fifi,
6. Peri,
7. Hymbele,
8. Polly Number Three,
9. Cherie,
10. Bymboe,
11. Tilly,
12. Emily.

Our devil's name is Prince Haborym, but we have to refer to him as our Master. He has blue scaly skin and red eyes and horns. He wares long black robes made of silk. We all find him a bit intimidating. Under him are three subordinate devils. The first of these is called Rimo and he is our cook. He likes to call us his 'chickens'. In charge of our discipline is Labaras. And the demon Zok oversees our attendants.

Without any further ado, Haborym led us up four flights of stairs, along a long corridor, to the suite of rooms which are be our home. All the way down this corridor, on both sides, are oak doors decorated with strange and intricate carvings. Some show exotic beasts. Other doors have panels depicting groups of lithe figures - some of them elves - engaging in strange and lewd activities. One door has a carving of an huge phallus that embarrassed Salome when we passed by.

We arrived at our living quarters, which are marked by a door with an unicorn circled with ivy. Haborym ushered us in and showed us around. The first room is a sort of antechamber furnished only by a rough wooden bench topped with four large earthenware pots. This room serves as our lavatory. When we go, we have to climb onto the bench and squat over a pot. The devils, who seem to take great pleasure in our humiliation, often keep the great oak door propped open, making us visible to any passer-by as we defecate. After they have been used, the pots are taken away by our pink eyed attendants. Beyond the antechamber is a well lit hall with a high vaulted ceiling. In here are cupboards, stools and a dining table. The hall has twelve adjoining cells, one for each of us to sleep in. The entrances to these cells are so low that we have to get on all fours to crawl in. Comfort wise, my cell is adequate but its not really what this princess is used to. There are other rooms adjoining the hall which include a kitchen and our attendants living quarters. These are barred to us.

In the cells, we were dressed by our attendants in silky white slips. Then Kayti, Fifi, Peri and I where taken to be subjected to the embarrassing examination which I described earlier.

Its bed time now, and I am writing this by the light of my oil lamp. We have spent the day talking and playing board games. I'm now in my cell and reclining on the pile of goat hides, which serves as my bedding. I've been stripped by Gordan, and I'm waiting for him to return with a bowl of warm water for my wash. I write with trepidation because we have just learnt that our 'anal training' will begin tomorrow morning.

Wednesday, 30 September.
Oh our poor elf bottoms! It is now the end of a long day spent with various things pushed up my anus. After breakfast we were taken to the training rooms where we were made to line up, bend over and we had enemas containing some kind of lubricant. We were then strapped face down on padded benches with our legs splayed apart. Our attendants squatted behind us, pulled our up slips, and spent some time inserting rubber dildoes of various sizes up our vaginas and rectums. Gordon, my pink eyed attendant, seeing that I was tense, gave me a gentle massage to calm me before he introduced the my first rectal dildoe. He placed the dildoe at my rear and eased it into me with care, telling me to relax my anal sphincter as he did. It was uncomfortable at first, but he moved the rod in and out with a gentle rhythmic motion, and he toyed with my clit with his free hand. Soon I was trembling with a rare pleasure of a kind that I have never received from any of my lovers. Gordon played with my body in this way for most of the morning, experimenting with toys and dildoes of various sizes.

At lunch time we were released from our bonds, and back at our quarters, we dined on cold meats and salad. As we ate, we discussed the strange new sensations that had been introduced to us that morning.

After lunch our group was led to a 'rumpus' room for 'special' treatment. This room had mirrored walls and was furnished with the most terrifying looking equipment. Our rabbit headed attendants ordered us to undress. Then the little fellows trotted off somewhere with our clothing and we stood, huddled close together, in that intimidating room. We waited in silence, wondering what will happen to us.

Sometime later, our attendants returned with the demon Haborym. After he admonished the little fellows for not having us seated, they showed us to these black leather chairs with neck, arm and leg restraints built in. We were shocked when we saw that there was a rubber phallus poking out of the middle of each seat. I noted too that under the chairs was some kind of clockwork machinery. Haborym let us know that we had to position ourselves so that our anuses were above the rubber phalli and then sit down, impaling ourselves as we did. Fifi misunderstood her task - she was ordered to get up and lower herself on again, making sure the correct orifice was penetrated. Our attendants saw to it that the restraints were fastened snugly around our necks and limbs.

When he had checked our bonds, Haborym subjected us to a long lecture on the laws of Hades, throwing in all kinds of unfamiliar legal jargon. Because we are quite fearful of him, we listened to him without speaking back as he droned on. One of our attendants pulled up a lever under each chair, and the machinery sprung to life, causing the stiff rubber rods to writhe and shake about inside us. I found this to be a pleasurable distraction from the rather boring lecture.

When the demon finished speaking, the machines below us were turned up several gears, and dildoes began to vibrate with a great force and frequency. This caused our bodies to visibly shake in a way that looked thoroughly indecent in the full length mirrors before us. When Haborym gave the word, his rabbit headed minions pounced upon us and with great eagerness, licked and pawed at our helpless bodies. As we were being groped, Haborym loosened his robes and walked up and down before us with his erect cock in hand. He stopped at Sweet Kayti's chair, threw her attendant to the floor, placed his free hand on her shoulder and masturbated vigorously. I could see that his cock was larger than any of the dildoes that had been used on us this morning. He is more endowed than either of my lovers - even Ivor the stable boy. The demon gave out a mighty cry as the sperm began to spurt from his cock. From my chair, I saw copious amounts of the white fluid spill onto Kayti's face, bosom and belly. He gleefully rubbed his sperm all over her torso and then he left the room a thoroughly satisfied devil. I heard her groan with pleasure as her attendant licked her clean. When the attendants grew tired with their slobbering and groping, they unbound us and we returned with them to our living quarters. We shared our experiences over supper and we all agreed that in spite of the humiliating treatment meted out to us today, we should continue to fulfil our duties with a quiet dignity befitting our noble elfin race. Hopefully the day will come when Queen Kia finds room in her heart to forgive our disobedience and pay whatever ransom Misopogon and his devils may ask for our return.

Thursday, 1st October.
Its been a long day and, apart from the couple of hours spent in the great court doing athletics, we have been subjected to pretty much the same treatment as yesterday.

Last night Polly witnessed a preview of what is in store for us on our marriage night. As the rest of us slept, she visited the antechamber to use a chamber pot, and there, on a rug, she saw Rimo the cook lying on top of Fifi's attendant, obviously engaged in the act of Sodom. The cook spotted her before she could hid herself. He asked sweet Polly not to be shy and he invited her to watch them as she did her business.

Friday, 2nd October.
Our unholy marriage is in three days!

Saturday, 3rd October.
This morning, a stern and formal letter from Mother was delivered to us - not very comforting but it does offer some hope.
Here is my copy -

To my daughter - number 234.
(Known as Mayble)
Daughter,
As it is well known, you and your sisters have tested my patience to its very limits. Your latest folly has brought dishonour and ridicule upon our house. Furthermore you have placed yourselves in a position in which compromises both your physical safety and your spiritual integrity.

You have broken my law and in doing so you have placed yourselves in the hands of those heretics and perverts who were banished from the upper airs.

You have unwittingly made a pact with these devils that, in due course, will require you to rebel against an authority far higher than mine, and to perform deeds that are an anathema to that supreme authority. I will, in person, plead on your behalf to the Pontificate in the hope, taking into consideration of the mitigating circumstances, and your relative innocence in this matter, leniency will be exercised upon your souls, if not on your mortal bodies. My lawyers inform me that the Pontificate may grant a special rescission, but at a very high price to me, to you and your sisters, and regrettably to my subjects.

In the meantime, my lawyers will attempt to ascertain if the terms for your release from Hades can be set.

Heed this well, as this letter has been sent to you at great expense. I am aware that the devils wish to keep my correspondence from reaching you. However, I have employed the services of the greatest magicians, philosophers, and cunning men in my realm to assure a safe delivery. You can be sure that you will hear from me again.

Yours in good faith,
Kia,
Queen of the North Elves.

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