Virgininneed
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"How adorable! You're a virgin. I guess I should have expected as much, seeing how shyly you react to everything, but then I have yet to understand your elvish tendencies," She lowered her eyes, extremely embarassed. Adorable? She didn't even know how to respond to that word. "Well that is some interesting information." What did he ma by interesting?
"I will concede an interest in your proposition to join my service, however as you may have noticed, I have an extensive staff of maids, servants, and courtesans. While I am sure that your skills may be noteworthy among your people, I sincerely doubt that they would be deemed satisfactory under the intense scrutiny of my manor. As I do not have the patience for disappointment or underachievement," She gasped as he rubbed himself against her small hand. He felt big. "Any failure and you would force me to discipline you once again." She cringed slightly. Punishment was much harsher here than among elves.
"I have decided to accept your proposal. You will become my personal servant, to serve me, please me and entertain me, but the position is permanent," She looked up at him, thinking about the words please and entertain. For the rest of her life. "This should not really seem unfair to you, considering that you did commit high treason by assaulting your Lord and was it not only yesterday that you were hours away from death in a cell in my dungeon. Any hope for your freedom should have vanquished long ago, when you were captured by my men."
She bit her tongue, stopping herself from telling him he was not her lord. In her mind she had not commited treason. And she had not given up hope, always believing there was a chance, and she would not lose that spark of hope.
"Yet, I will not force you into my service. I am happy to continue your captivity as an inmate and lock you back in your cell to await your death, or worse. The decision is yours." She glared at him but nodded. At least her family couldn't see her.
She trembled slightly as he stood. "Now, do you swear your fealty and service to me; to always be a loyal servant; knowing that I could ask anything of you; and that failure to perform any task admirably will result in serious discipline, punishment, and possibly even death; and further do you swear these things freely and willingly, having chosen this option service?"
"I swear."
"Now tell me, what scares you?" he asked as he retook his seat.
The question surprised her. but she answered with complete honesty. "Pain. My family being ashamed of me. Losing them. My people dying. And you." She closed her eyes, trembling and shivering in the cold room. She looked down, remembering the only thing she was wearing. Her bra. Never had she imagined this happening.
"I will concede an interest in your proposition to join my service, however as you may have noticed, I have an extensive staff of maids, servants, and courtesans. While I am sure that your skills may be noteworthy among your people, I sincerely doubt that they would be deemed satisfactory under the intense scrutiny of my manor. As I do not have the patience for disappointment or underachievement," She gasped as he rubbed himself against her small hand. He felt big. "Any failure and you would force me to discipline you once again." She cringed slightly. Punishment was much harsher here than among elves.
"I have decided to accept your proposal. You will become my personal servant, to serve me, please me and entertain me, but the position is permanent," She looked up at him, thinking about the words please and entertain. For the rest of her life. "This should not really seem unfair to you, considering that you did commit high treason by assaulting your Lord and was it not only yesterday that you were hours away from death in a cell in my dungeon. Any hope for your freedom should have vanquished long ago, when you were captured by my men."
She bit her tongue, stopping herself from telling him he was not her lord. In her mind she had not commited treason. And she had not given up hope, always believing there was a chance, and she would not lose that spark of hope.
"Yet, I will not force you into my service. I am happy to continue your captivity as an inmate and lock you back in your cell to await your death, or worse. The decision is yours." She glared at him but nodded. At least her family couldn't see her.
She trembled slightly as he stood. "Now, do you swear your fealty and service to me; to always be a loyal servant; knowing that I could ask anything of you; and that failure to perform any task admirably will result in serious discipline, punishment, and possibly even death; and further do you swear these things freely and willingly, having chosen this option service?"
"I swear."
"Now tell me, what scares you?" he asked as he retook his seat.
The question surprised her. but she answered with complete honesty. "Pain. My family being ashamed of me. Losing them. My people dying. And you." She closed her eyes, trembling and shivering in the cold room. She looked down, remembering the only thing she was wearing. Her bra. Never had she imagined this happening.