MOTDE: Without a word begin slowly unbutton your leather pants in front of everybody
From Create Your Own Story
You begin stroking your cock with a smug grin on your face. The low-ranked soldering Drow´s making up the audience watch with awe as the limpness quickly stiffens and grows firm. The huge black snake frighten them into compliance and deference, many of the dark elves in the audience remember just why they are servants and vassals, instead of free and powerful elves.
"Start making your snatch wet for me slave." Your voice grows sultry, "I want that hole warm and ready for me."
Blushing, shaking, and frightened, Kris obeys. Breathing heavily her fingers travels down to her clit, she gently nudges the pink pleasure box, making her body come alive with heat. Her feelings of humiliation and awe at your cock quickly mixes with the boiling arousal.
"P-Please High-Huntress, I´ll get my c-cunt ready for you. But P-Please, don´t call me a... a s-slave."
Not being titled a slave is something beyond value for any subservient Drow. Since slave is one of the greatest of insults in Drow society, subservient clans cling to the still stigmatized and humiliating word servant. But a servant is skies above a slave. A slave does not own their own body, a slave has no rights, a slave´s life is spent solely to amuse, glorify and pleasure their owners, at the extent of their own exploited dignity. Whole clans have surrendered just for the privilege of being called a servant instead of a slave, although their tasks are still considered slavish. Kris´s clan Hissim is one such clan, servants forced to be harlots.
"Your clan surrendered to Char," you inform Kris."We own your minds and bodies. You serve when we tell you to serve, go where we tell you to go, and fuck whoever we tell you to fuck. Your daughter's birth our children. This charade of servitude, these small and futile privileges that you still posses are just there because Char allows them to be. If I wish to call you slave, then there is nothing you or your pathetic clan can do about it."
Kris cries and masturbates to your words. The audience likewise are spellbound by your dominant persona. Kris had big dreams, she desired glory and fame. Becoming a huntress was to be the first step towards those goals, but now she´s forced to give her body and status to her superiors like the rest of the women from her pitiful clan. Just over a stupid and unintentional mistake. Her pussy is wet and sloppy now, her nudging finger completing its task.
"Turn around slave and bend over," you say. The audience gasps in anticipation.
Just like how the surface-elf was forced to bend over for your cock Kris is made to do just the same. Her ample butt stretches out into the air, presenting themselves indecently. Her bright and young pink pussy contrasts wonderfully with her big and bouncy black ass-cheeks.
You allow yourself a small chuckle of victory and start approaching her, cock jutting proudly forward. Kris turns her head to watch you approach. Minvir, Rainye and Treccia also draws closer. You wiggle your well-defined hips with every step, and with your big cock and huge boobs drawing just as much attention no one in the audience mistakes your natural and ominous, dominant sexuality.
Your steps don´t stop until your full-blooded erection mashes up against one of Kris´s smooth, silky and ample, round ass-cheeks. The hardness press down the bouncy meat-mound, you like the sensation.
"Ahh..." Kris shudders. She sweats and shakes while you savor the fearful gaze in her eyes.
She shudders even more as your purple-colored, bulbous cockhead pushes it´s thickness against her slick pussy lips. The pussy clamps down on instinct, creating wet and wondrous gushy sounds as she does so. You poke harder, bumping your cock against her the mound of her pussy. Kris lets out whimpers of anxiety and clasping pleasure, not knowing which poke will be the one to penetrate.
"Hmm, my slaves pussy recoils with every touch I make. Such a shy pussy I own," you say softly and push harder, slightly wedging her lips apart. "It needs training."
"Ahh..." Kris moans in responce.
"Slutty through, shy but slutty. Watering my cock with its sticky fluids." You pull out just enough for the audience to see the string of cum-saliva running between your cock and her pussy.
"Huntress Minvir, how do you train sluts?" You ask your co-commander.
"Like you train every slave High-Huntress," Minvir responds. "By fucking them into blistering submission."
You roughly smack Kris´s hips, she whimpers, then you grasp them harshly. "I agree," you say and slam Kris´s hips down your cock.
"GAAhhh!"
Her whimpers or teasing pleasure turn to loud grunts as your thick cock plunges into her soft and sacred opening. Cruelly you wedge your cock around between her pussy lips, spreading and stimulating the erogenous labia. Enjoying the smoothening sensation around your black cock you begin to slowly pump your hips. Kris´s eyes goes wide as she feels you push farther in, heat and shame fills her as your foreign member explores her delicate insides.
"Hmhm, ahh, please High-Huntress," Kris moans, "please don´t jerk your c-cock around."
There is a loud hollering coming from the crowd following Kris´s pleading words. Kris blushes, her plight is just entertainment to them.
You reach down with your mouth to her ear, then loudly proclaim. "We´re copulating Kris, it´s Mistress now!"
Instantly you go back to plunging your meat-pole into her pussy. A wicked smile forms on your lips as you drive her to unwanted pleasure and pain. Each thrust shakes her body and stirs the heat up inside her. Your punishing stabs are methodical and coldly calculated. You give her just enough time to catch her breath before slamming your hard prick into her again. Your big tits bounces on your slim chest with every heaving motion your hips make. Gradually picking up speed, you hear her shameful moans intensify, and feel her pussy tremble around your cock.
"Ahh, Ahh, Ahh!" Kris screams as your face is stained with heated arousal. Each thrust takes you deeper. The deeper you go the harder she clasps down on your cock, being already spread wide her struggles grow desperate.
The crowd gasps and hollers in amazement at your huge black cock being forced into such a tight and inexperienced pussy. It´s a spectacle to them, seeing such a prideful and aspiering young Drow who moments ago considering her future better than theirs, being brutally fucked and violated by a fat and hungry black cumstick.
Suddenly you stop and let half the lenght of your penis rest inside her. Your smile disappears and is replaced with a grimace of determination and deep sexual bliss. Little by little you begin to pull out, making her soft and stimulating pink-flesh drag along your shaft. Along with your cock you drag out all matters of syrupy fluids native to Kris´s body. As your cock poops out the fluids splash down to the ground for all to see. A loud cheer from the audience follows.
"Listen up you worthless cretins," your sister shouts with an uncharacteristically loud and hard voice. "This is what happens to all those who question our lawful rights of Char! We are the strongest, we are the masters. Oppose us, and end up a honorless fucktoy like Kris!"
The gravity and seriousness of Treccia´s words refill them with fear. It´s not just entertainment anymore, every women in the audience understands that it might just as well be she who is on the receiving end of your aggressive phallus.
Kris pants heavy. You still hold a firm grip on her hips. With your sisters speech finished you violently thrust back in. Kris´s heavy sexually-charged moans returns more intensely and frequent than before. This time you push your dick deeper than before, you hips colliding with her bouncy ass-cheeks creating a loud and wet smacking sound.
"Fuuhuu, uhhh, ahhh! No not ther... eeaaahhh! Mistr, uhhh! Please, aaauuuhhh!"
"Yea, yea, ahh, uhh, accept your punishment stupid slave-whore. Uhhhuu, take your Mistress cock, take it deep into your worthless cunt! You grunt.
Cum drips down at the edges of her pussy lips, the glistering nectar running down her shaking, dark thighs. Although her face is stained with blistering red humiliation her body melts in pleasure at your big and black cock inside her. The pleasure greater than the uncomfortable stretching pain of your oversized cock.
Suddenly you cock bumps up against something deep inside her.
"EEEYAAAAH!" Kris screams. Her entire body tensed and back arched as the head of your penis collides with the entrance of her womb and presses mercilessly against it. You feel her pussy put relentless pressure on your cock.
Loudly you announce. "Uhh, I see your natural slave instincts have taken over Kris." You tell her then scream to the crowd, "Her dirty pussy is squeezing down on my cock! The slave is milking me to orgasm!"
"Uhh, not inside please Mistress!"
Totally ignoring her you say, "yes... Yes I´m cumming, I´m cumming hard!"
"No not inside please!"
"Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh! Cumming, I´m cumming hard! Uuuuaaaaahhhhhh!"
Your cock erupt deep in her womb together with a war cry. Gouts of cum blast into her womb, filling the area destined for service ever since she was born with your superior white spunk. Kris goes into a hazy state as the thick, glutinous semen blasts into her and coats her sacred area. You release her grip on her and she falls to the ground, her wide-stretched pussy oozing out fresh, gooey cum.
Your huntresses bring you your clothes and you quickly dress. The crowd makes no sound.
"Make sure she returns to full consciousness Rainye," you say. "I want her in my tent in the morning, and I want all of you and the rest of the huntresses there with me waiting for her." You tell Minvir, Treccia and Rainye.
Unfaced and quietly you turn around and leave, Treccia and Minvir flanking you. Kris still lays collapsed on the harsh ground, her womb decorated with your punishment.
...
Kris is visually nervous and frightened as she enters your tent the next sunny morning. You and your huntresses stand in a half-circle around Kris, eyeing her mockingly like a newly conquered slave. Every member of your unit have been informed in vivid detail what happened last night, and they are all disappointed that they missed it.
Your huntresses also stand in full battle gear, but not you, having just got out of bed your still naked and spotting a morning hard-on. Kris trembles as she lays her eyes on it, the experiences from yesterday fresh in memory. She averts her eyes, but still shakes from the fear.
You walk up to her.
"So, have your cunt recovered yet? Or is it still shaped after the imprint I left last night?"
"It´s... its´s..."
"No matter," you say. "I have a proposition for you."
Treccia walks over and hand you a contract. You give it to Kris.
"What´s this!?"
"A breeding contract." You tell her.
Kris´s jaw drops.
"It concerns your voluntarily assignment to the Char breeding houses. Your body shall be made public and available to any Char male. They shall have unrestricted access to all your holes and will fuck you until pregnancy occurs. At birth the child shall be considered belonging fully to clan Char, you will have no legal claims to the children, just an incubator for men to satisfy their desires into. At all times you will be restricted to the walls of the breeding house until your term is completed. Your term is set for ten birthed children." You end with a smile.
"No..." Kris whispers.
"Or you could volunteer for Char´s orc breeding program. We´re experimenting with elven-orc hybrids. Such experiments always have need for young and fertile potential mothers."
You gaze deep into the tear filled eyes of Kris, savoring the expression of absolute defeat upon her face. She is broken, her destiny ruined, the glory yours alone.
She bows deeply, her forehead touching the ground, signifying her compliance. Kris turns around to leave, finding the breeding house mistress waiting for her at the exit, the woman to take her to her nightmares.
"I hope you´ve learned your lesson," you say and smack her on the tush. "Never speak against a woman from Char ever again."
Kris freezes as your hand smacks her ass, she has learned her lesson. Then she leaves with the breeding house mistress, beginning her long and agonizing service to clan Char. It´s the last you see of her.
...
"She had potential" Your sister says while you put on your huntress clothes, trying to muster some neutrality in her voice.
"Char needs more children," You tell her, "she is more useful to us in the breeding dens than on the battlefield."
Treccia bows her head in compliance. She sees the egalitarian benefits for Char of your actions.
Second in command huntress Minvir step forward. What are your orders High-Huntress Daine?" she says and bows her head, shortly followed by the rest bowing theirs.
Two other Huntresses by the name of Trix and Silvir steps up to you to assist in strapping on your deadly huntress gear. You dress while Trix and Silvir assists, you put on the garment while they strap on your various belts and equipment.
"The army is ready to march," Minvir says," the surface-dwellers has not become aware of our presents here as of yet so we´ll move concealed and catch them by surprise. Scouts have located the capital. As co-commander you only need to speak and we obey, and as High-Huntress you are also traditionally the head of the vanguard. We move when you say we move High-Huntress." Minvir ends and finishes with another submissive bow.
