D&D: A female elf wizard plays with you, torturing and humiliating you, than makes you pleasure her
From Create Your Own Story
You notice a female elf, obviously a mage from her appearance and the aura you sense from her, paying to play with you. She approaches you as every one stares at her and her magnificent body, which is revealed quite well by her outfit.
When she reaches you, she kneels besides you, and you see a glint of compassion in her face.
She softly strokes your face. "Oh, poor thing, let me help you," she says kindly.
Tears of relief spring to your red eyes. "Oh, thank you!" You hope that maybe she will rescue you, or prevent at least from more harm done to you.
Suddenly you feel a sharp stinging in your cheek, as she viciously slaps your face.
"You stupid cunt, you think that's why I paid so much money!" She pulls your head up by your hair, her face close to yours, as she says "You will service me good, or I promise you will be sorry...". You hear laughter from the crowd as you whimper from the blow.
Surprised and annoyed by her, you decide upon the braver course of action - you spit on her face, and although missing her eye, you hit her near her mouth.
The crowd is silenced as all eyes are upon the elf. She licks your saliva, tasting it like it's a fine wine, and turns her face back to you.
"In a way, I'm glad you did that," she says, strangely calm.
She speaks a magical word and suddenly a nasty looking riding crop appears in her hand.
"Don't you dare to-" you manage to say before you are cut short by a flurry of blows on your breasts, your legs, your stomach, your face, your pussy.
You cry and scream in pain as she ruthlessly punishes you with the crop, her aim always true.
"This is my favorite magical crop - very painful, but makes no lasting damage at all. As you can all see, no marks are visible upon this slut's body," she tell you and the audience in between strikes.
She kicks your helpless body until you are turned over, lying on your belly. She doesn't let up, wiping your back and ass, to the cheers of the crowd, who suggests as to where she should aim her blows. "Left ass cheek", "right thigh", "upper back" and so on.
After several minutes of the pain, your cries turn into a pitiful whimpering and sobbing. Then, she suddenly ceases the torture.
"Well, slut, had enough? Willing to service your betters now? Or do we need more persuasive measures?" she asks, any hint of the kindness she had replaced with nothing but cold cruelty.
Do you:
D&D: Defy her, as she starts to torture and humiliate you using magic
