Master and Servant

Each thrust was like a new wave of pleasure for her. It became harder and harder to hold back another orgasm...But Isabelle did her best for him. His large cock continued to pound into her g-spot making her see more and more stars.

Hearing his command to keep holding her body tensed, doing the best it could.

Just as she was on the edge of insantiy she heard him.

"Now baby, cum for me NOW!"

Her head and body arched in writing pleasure as her orgasm let go. It was stronger then anything she had ever felt before. With a scream of pure bliss, she let herself cum. It lasted longer then she thought it would, but it made it all the better. Her body shivered with her powerful release. Never in her life had she felt such pleasure....it was amazing.

Once the beautiful moment ended, her body went back to relaxing. Her breath in small pants. Her body glistening from her moment of perfect orgasm. Her eyes nearly sated now. With a small moan her eyes closed for a moment. Realizing everything that had just happened...

What had she done....?

But...she still wanted reassurance from him. Isabelle had no idea why...but his words helped her little by little...

"...Did...I do alright?" she asked. Her voice barely audible.
 
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It was true to her nature, seeking approval for what she had done for him, with him. Her actions were exemplary. Her body reacted to his attentions perfectly, her heart over ruling her mind in the act, afterwards as she sought his approval.

"You have done well, my little one, but you are not yet done." Glancing at his still hard cock, he slid back inside her.

"Now make me come." Aeron commanded.
 
Shivering a bit from such quick contact, Isabelle nodded. It didnt take long for her to get over her last orgasm. Meeting his thrust with equal power she began to feel more pleasure all over again. Pure bliss began to envelop her once more as her body writhed. not sure if what she was about to do was alright..Isabelle took a chance.

Sitting up a bit, she slowly pushed him down to lay on his back. Cooing softly. Isabelle positioned herself on top of him, then slowly lowered herself. Sliding him all the way inside her. With a sweet moan, her hips began to rise and fall. Hopefully seeing this would make him cum himself. As she rode him, her speed began to ick up. Her melon like breasts bounced in rhythm. Grinding against him slowly, her eyes opened a bit.

"If you wish...you can suck on my breasts...." she whispered as a moan caught her off. Meeting his hips, the noise of the their body's colliding could be heard. Leaning down, she rubbed her chest against him. Feeling the warm friction that came from it. All she wanted to do at this moment was please him...it was a strange emotion...but that is what she wanted.

Feeling another climax coming on she held it and whimpered. Hoping that he was at his tipping point himself.
 
The chains unwrapped themselves from the elf as she urged Aeron onto his back. He watched her lush body rise up and down on his cock, filling her slick cunt with his rod.

His cock glistened in the torch light, her quim coating it thoroughly. He could feel her slick juices pooling up between his balls, the excess running down soaking the bed beneath them.

Not that he needed an invitation to suckle her breasts, he ignored it anyway. He was far more interested in watching her body move against his than delivering to her another pleasure.

Soon she collapsed on him, her tits grinding into his chest as her pussy ground around his cock. "Don't cum, damn you."
 
nodding,she sped up a bit. His eyes didnt seem to leave her body. Holding back her climax she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Silencing her moans so she didnt wake the whole camp up. If she hadnt already.

Her inner walls began to tightened around his rod. But she could still ride him fondly. Her head tilted back as her body shook. Her orgasm getting closer and closer. Meeting his last few thrusts she went over edge.

This time it took all of the energy out of her. Her head shot back, her body arched and her inner walls tightened around him fondly.

"Oh Master!" she screamed in bliss as her cum poured out of her. Her vision blurred as her eyes closed a bit. Out of exhaustion Isabelle collapsed on top of him. Instantly her body calmed and she fell asleep.
 
Aeron rolled out from under the sleeping elf, his hard cock glistening in the torch light with her pussy juices coating it.

Rage build up in him as he the elf slept. Grabbing her by the hair, he drug her out of the bed and into the middle of the tent near the pole. The pole itself was nearly the diameter of a mast of a ship. Lifting the now awake squirming elf off her feet, he chained her to the pole.

"Not only did I tell you to not cum, but you fell asleep before I did."
 
Pain surged through her as she was dragged out into the middle of the camp. With a cry she was chained to yet another object. All of the affection that her lust had for him disappeared. He was a horrible monster. Growling she pulled on the chains.

"You vile man." she hissed and tried to break free. But no luck. Tears stained her eyes as she felt herself in pure pain. Stopping her squirming she huffed clearly tired.

She cursed in her native tongue again. Glaring at him. "Do whatever you want to me. Kill me like you did the rest." her eyes closed as she shook. "Who could ever love someone like you?!" she yelled. A tear running down her face.

The exhaustion from everything that had occurred made her pass out. The cold air made her body shiver. If she stayed there all night...she was sure to die. But Isabelle didnt care. It was better then the torture she had just went through.
 
Aeron walked off to find the ogres that carried the tub into his tent. He had them remove the tub and then stationed them around the elf. They had explicit directions, they could touch her in almost anyway that they liked, so long as they did not stick anything in her, and didn't rub her to an orgasm.

A fire was lit to keep her somewhat warm, Aeron knew that the ogres would rub her until she chaffed.

Walking to the head of the guard, Aeron gave her instructions and then retired for the night.
 
Isabelle felt pain in her sleep. But...she couldnt wake up. When the sun rised the next day her body burned...Lookin down at her body she saw marks from being rubbed. Crying softly, she felt the anger surge through her.

Now she was hurt, and angry. And no one, ever wanted her angry. With a loud growl her eyes glowed faintly and a powerful ust of wind broke her chains. Falling to the ground, she winced. The chaffing burned like hell. Looking up to see her so called. "Masters" tent, her anger pulsed more.

The ogres were in pure shock more then anything. When they tried to block her, all she needed to do was put her hand out. Whatever she did knocked them against the trees. Knocking them out. Finding her clothes inside she put them on. Then looked at the sleeping figure.

With another low growl she put her hand out and did the same thing to him. But her power soon let out and she fell to the ground. Fainting. She was successful in knocking him against the tent wall though.
 
Aeron was awoken rudely. Something hit him hard enough to smash him against the tent wall. Rolling to his feet he saw the source of his pain and scowled. The elf had done this?

The exertion of the magic taking its toll on her and she lay in the floor passed out, the ogres storming through the tent flap. Aeron looked at the ogres and mutted, "Fucking brutes."

Walking over he grabbed the elf by the hair and drug her back out and chained he over a wagon wheel. Her ass was thrust out for any and all to see and or touch.

Standing behind her, Aeron decided he was going to take his pleasure from her. Parting his robe he pulled his cock until it was hard, then pried it into her pussy. Slapping her ass until she woke, Aeron didn't move, but at her first syllable, his hips started moving back and forth oh so slowly, his hand spanking her.

"Assemble the elves," he called out.

Looking at her, he said, "You will not cum until I do. If you do, I will allow every ogre in the camp a turn at you, with no restrictions. You will beg me infront of your people for my seed. Once I cum, then you may, like a good little slave."

Slapping her ass cheek again, "Understand, slave?"
 
Once again she was rudely awakened, but before she could say a word, she was invaded. Pain surged through her horribly. What was worst, was the others were watching. They looked so helpless. They saw her cries for help...but couldnt do a thing. Isabelle mouthed the word run to them. But there was no way they could. Her eyes watered with tears. Nodding she just took it.

"I understand...." she winced. She was still tight, even though her hymen had been broken already. Closing her eyes it was fairly easy too hold off on cumming. This was no pleasure...more like torture. After a bit though it started to become painfully pleasuring. Moaning gently she held off a bit longer.

Her eyes faintly glowed again, making the ogres back up in fear. But the dim light disappeared from her eyes. How could she have given into this the night before? Lust had taken over her judgment... She was ashamed.. most of her friends turned away, which made her happy...She deserved this. Giving into pleasure. It was horrid. Isabelle rather this happen to her then anyone else.

Closing her eyes she moaned again. A bit louder.
 
Aeron felt her body begin to react to his presence deep inside her. Her moans started low, began picking up volume and duration. Her pussy walls began to palpitate around him again, he quim started heating up and flowing.

Each back stroke of his cock met with a hand coming down and slapping her ass. Sharp enough to focus her attention on him, not hard enough that it would do much more than turn her cheek a warm shade of pink.

"Turn them around. Any that turns their head is to die." Aeron commanded.

His hands wrapped around her hips, gripping her tightly, as he slammed his cock into her over and over. His balls whacked around her clit with each forceful stroked. "You like my cock in your cunt, don't you slave?"
 
Her head was thrown back in a pleasuring scream. Her friends were forced to watch this. Makign her wish they had escaped...they would never look at her the same again. Her attention kept turning to him as he firmly spanked him. It was hard to go to a happy place when she was in hell.

Murmuring something she was forced to say it loudly. She just wanted this to be over...

"Oh yes master!" she moaned. The statement was false at this moment. But the pleasure she was receiving was real. Shivering she didnt know how much longer she could hold on. But...she couldnt give up. Shutting her eyes tightly she shook her head. If Isabelle was to die...why couldnt it happen now?

Her friends couldnt look away. But they did their best not to enjoy it. They felt horrible about their wonderful friend...but there was nothing they could do. As her tears ht the ground she bit her lip.
 
Aeron's cock convulsed as the elf screamed, "Yes master." His overloaded balls let loose their torrent of cum. His cock spasmed coating her pussy with his seed, heedless of any consequence.

He felt her arch back, arms tied to the post limiting her movement and her pussy began convulsing hard around his cock as her orgasm rocked her frail little body. Her breathing was haggard, coming in short gales, her body shaking with each breath.

Aeron leaned over, whispering to her, "You are mine, slave. Understand? No elf in the world will welcome you now."

He turned her face so he could see her eyes. "Now clean my cock with your mouth like last night, and you better be as good or better."
 
Hot streams of his semen poured into her. That gave her the okay to let go. Throwing her head back quickly she moaned loudly. Her body soon calmed and went back to th way it was. Panting gently she glanced at her friends. A guilty look on her face. She said something in her langauge and turned to do what she was told.

She had apologized to every one of them....But no she had something else to do. Taking his cum covered cock in her mouth, she tasted he musky tastes of their cum together. She had no idea she tasted this good. With a sigh of pleasure she Gave him head for a bit. Moving her tongue in small circles.

After cleaning the cum, she took the whole rod into her hot mouth and face-fucked him. Doing her best not to gag. It was hard to resist. Something inside her clicked whenever she sucked him....she could never ignore it. Massaging his balls fondly she took him out of her mouth and breathed steamy breath onto him. Planting small, but hot kisses on him.
 
Aeron tilted the elf's head back, his mouth descending onto hers. His kiss was one of conquest, possession. His tongue forcing its way into her mouth, lancing at her tongue. "When you please me, you will receive pleasure as well. When you displease me, you will be disciplined."

Unlatching her, he said, "Follow me."

He stepped into the tent and opened up a chest. Inside was a simple silk shift. "Put this on." When she donned it the material became transparent to her and him both. You and I will always see your naked body. At random other people, elf and human alike will be able to as well."

"You are to wear only that which I give you to wear, understand?"
 
Taking the forceful kiss she soon pulled way as he did and coughed. Soon her chains were unlashed and she could move once more. Following him into the tent, she looked at the round. Quiet. The cloth was given to her. As she put it on, her eyes averted to her body. It was transparent...

Listening to him, she gave him an emotionless, blank look. "I..I understand..." Her voice was clearly distant. Hugging her body she shivered. Isabelle hated herself...how could she live in this foul body any longer. Her heart would never be excepted. It was becoming so bad...that her hearts pieces...were getting to small to repair.

Her look seemed faraway. And in a way she was. Isabelle wanted to think of something...something to make her leave this horrid place. Her eyes glowed again. Tears streamed from her eyes. A faint glow came from her body as her hair blew quickly like wind was rushing over her. Her eyes shut and she fell to the ground. Exhausted again. But still awake. Breathing heavily she leaned against the bed. This magic was taking too much of her energy...
 
Aeron watched as the elf started to glow in the eyes, a clear indication she was attempting another spell. He watched as she collapsed from the effort. Walking to her he sat on the bed, placing one hand on her companionably.

"Save your strength and spells, little one." He said softly. "In time I will find one that can help you with your raw talents."

He called out for food and drink to be brought in which in short order was done. "Eat something, I am sure you are hungry."
 
Isabelle really dint have the strength to fight back. Hearing him call her little one pulled at her heart a bit. But she pushed it away. Isabelle was tired of his changing personality. Sighing her head slowly nodded as she battled to keep her eyes open.

Not wanting to give into him, she covered her stomach. But that didnt seem to help...she was starving. Slowly she reached out to grab one. But pulled back quickly. Clearly frightened. What if he hurt her again for taking one?

And since when did she have magic? Her mother didnt have magic....but..her father died long ago. Her mother had told her it was die to...over working. Shaking her head Isabelle looked at her hand. Could he have been a mage himself?
 
Aeron watched as the elf ate and drank. Her color was coming back though she was clearly in a funk, which he expected. He pulled a brush from his belongings and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning her to sit in front of him.

As she settled before him, Aeron began running the brush through her long vibrant red hair. His thoughts turned to her raw sexuality, and power, his mind replaying the night and morning over in his mind. "What is your name?"

Her response was sullen, "Isabelle."

Though she couldn't see it he nodded at her response, continuing to brush her hair. "You have never been able to cast magic before?"
 
Munching on her food, she felt her hair geting pulled gently by a brush. It ws sad...she must have looked like a wreck. Surprised when he asked her name, she replied quietly. telling him simply her name. Unless he was about to steal that form her too.

Swallowing her last bite, she drank a small sip of water and spoke.

"No..not once." But something flashed in her mind. When she was angered about her sisters long ago, she began to scream. Some kind of explosion happened and she was put in her room...

"Maybe that time...." she whispered distantly. Closing her eyes she did her best to remember. Her mom had calmed her do that day...and it never really happened again. "I did once...but that was all."
 
Aeron finished brushing Isabelle's hair, leaving it loosed an untamed, very much unlike he wanted for the elf herself.

Standing, Aeron helped her onto her feet, his lips caressing her forehead. "I know you have had a tough 24 hours, and some of it exciting, some of it terrifying."

"We are about to break camp and head back to the temple, once we are under way, I will arrange for you to ride in a carriage. We will have some time to talk then."
 
Feeling heat hit her cheeks suddenly she looked down. Was she....blushing? Shaking her head she began to protest to herself. Isabelle couldnt give into his nice little act...She just didnt want to get hurt anymore.

Hearing something about a carriage her ears perked a bit. "Are..Are you sure Master?" she asked concerned. Sheepishly she shuffled her feet. "What...What is the temple like?" she asked clearly curious... Isabelle had never once left her village. Only to collect the harvest.

What lied outside her village was unknown to her...her dad went venturing out and did not come back. Looking up at him she gave him a sincere look. "Can...Can I please at least say goodbye to my home..?" she asked bracing herself.
 
Aeron pursed his lips at her request. The thought of her running away caused him a considerable amount of distress. Her crystalline eyes looked up at him hopeful, sad. His mind ran through scenario after scenario, most of which involved her running away.

Slowly his head bobbed up and down once. "You may, cherished one. Please do not let me regret it. We will leave in an hour the carriage will be here at the tent for you."

Aeron left the tent and began overseeing the preparations to head back to the temple. It would be a four day journey back, longer if they left every day near noon, as they were today.

The vast majority of the elves captured would be walking, the infirm, pregnant, and injured would be riding in wagons. All in all nearly fifty elves were making the trip back, a good haul. The best part of the haul he had indolently kept for himself.

His mind wandering back to Isabelle, he headed back to the carriage after fifty minutes seeing the camp was already beginning to march east.
 
Surprised, she bowed and nodded. Leaving the tent... Many times as she walked through the old familiar space of her once beautiful home. Isabelle couldnt cry anymore. No matter how sad the sites were....no tears escaped.

Thinking about everything that had occurred, she realized. Her life had been wonderful. Her family, her friends, the village. She didnt have everything she waned in life. But she had what she needed. With one last look at her home...she turned as the wind blew the leaves. Fall was coming, it was going to be much colder.

Finding where her master was, she walked to his side. "Thank you...Master." she whispered. It may seem strange,but all of her angered feelings were gone. Maybe she just knew that it wouldnt do anything to be angry at him.

It seemed everyone was already moving...Closing her eyes she shielded them from the sun. It would be a long journey....Maybe for the better...
 
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