Aareesha awoke on a bed. This was comforting at first. She remembered her last waking moment was seeing Bon. That memory was not comforting.

She sat up and looked around. She saw one of her worst nightmares had taken physical shape. She was back at Bon’s mansion. Its window was repaired and there was more clutter in the bedroom. It was still quite clear this was Bon’s mansion bedroom. She looked down and determined she was utterly naked except for her emerald necklace. She had her nipple rings, but their jingle bells had been removed. She saw the crushed remains of her jingle bells on the floor near the bed.

She saw Bon sitting in a chair. Glee was on his face.

“Well,” he said, “it’s been a while.”

Aareesha was terrified.

She was not fully subject to Bon. She wasn’t wearing her collar with runes. The elves had discarded it. The imprints of its old runes were present. The fear rune imprint was making her fearful of going against her master’s orders. The punish rune imprint was giving her anguish because she had deliberately displeased and disobeyed her master. She could resist those imprints. Bon had fucked her many times, so she also felt a strong desire to obey him and a strong fear of displeasing him. Those feelings were unpleasant, but she could also resist them. Most importantly, Throofoonah’s spell had suspended her vow, so she didn’t need to obey or please Bon.

Yet Throofoonah’s spell had a key weakness. Aareesha knew exactly what that weakness was. If Bon came in Aareesha’s cunt, Throofoonah’s spell to suspend Aareesha’s vow would end. Once he did, Aareesha would be compelled to do her best to obey him and please him. She knew she had to do anything to prevent him from cumming in her cunt.

Aareesha knew that if she even attempted to hurt Bon, her vow would also immediately enter into full force. This was another weakness of Throofoonah’s suspension spell. It didn’t really matter, of course. Aareesha was a weak elven female. Bon was a powerful and experienced human male warrior. She would never succeed in a physical contest against him.

Bon stroked his emerald ring. Her emerald necklace activated. Aareesha collapsed back onto the bed in agony. She could feel as if her whole body was burning in fire and freezing in ice, while her skin had the sensation of being repeatedly ripped off her body with hooks. She couldn’t control her body at all. All she could do was watch Bon approach her. She was unable to resist. She was unable to move.

Bon said, “You should never have left. Once you left, you should have returned immediately. It’s been too long. I’m going to repeatedly fuck your cunt.”

Bon undressed and approached her. Her agony continued. She still could not resist or flee. She couldn’t even move. She saw that his cock was unnaturally long, girthy, and hard. He got on the bed. He posed dominatingly over her. He easily spread her legs. She realized he must have been permanently massaged. A normal human wouldn’t be as strong. A normal human wouldn’t have a cock as long and girthy.

He stroked his emerald ring. Her torture finally ended. She finally could move her body. Yet she was naked on a bed under his manifestly powerful body. Her legs were spread under him. She felt exceedingly vulnerable. She knew she would have no chance if she tried to resist him physically. She deeply feared what he would do if she even tried to resist.

Her cunt reminded her that she needed to obey him. Her cunt ensured she deeply feared displeasing him in any way. Aareesha was paralyzed by terror.

Bon looked down on his naked prize. She was stunningly beautiful. Her light skin was luscious. Her face and body were perfectly proportioned. Her long black silky hair flowed halfway down her back. Her large DD breasts were unnaturally perky. Her nipples jutted out. Her smooth slit promised endless pleasure. Her purple eyes and ear points made her elven heritage clear. She was still deeply alluring to him. He found her look of terror even more enticing. He couldn’t wait to enjoy his property once again.

Bon lined up his cock at her slit. He thrust deeply and hard into her cunt. Two years of his pent-up frustrations released all at once. He came, and came, and came some more. He bellowed as he did. His balls completely emptied his sperm into her cunt. Her cunt was literally bathed with his seed.

Aareesha groaned as she felt her magical vow return in full force. She knew she must obey and please him, to the best of her abilities. Her free will had lost control over her body.

Aareesha felt even worse knowing that the sorceress who could have rescued her was instead being endlessly tortured. Throofoonah was a continent away, trapped in the palace of a powerful emperor. Throofoonah was trapped and being tortured because of Aareesha’s disloyalty.

Aareesha was still naked on the bedroom bed. Bon was also naked. He was lining up his massive cock to fuck her cunt yet again.

Bon had been fucking her for hours. Every time he came, he demanded that she heal him again. It now took only seconds before he was ready to fuck her again. Bon had been permanently massaged. This treatment had given him an inhumanly massive and girthy cock. His cock also refilled with sperm at an unnaturally fast speed. Aareesha realized Bon must also be using his own magic to improve his strength and his physical endurance. Aareesha’s healing magic, on top of Bon’s abilities, meant that Bon could spend practically every moment fucking her hard followed by fucking her hard again. Every time he came in her cunt, Aareesha became more desperate to obey him and more fearful of his displeasure.

His cum wasn’t merely soaking the sheets. His cum had formed a puddle that Aareesha’s ass was laying in. This was disgusting to Aareesha. Bon didn’t care. She had no way to change things.

Aareesha saw a darkening intense look in Bon’s eyes. She feared it. Thanks to Vrentanee’s curse, her vaginal fluids magically made males more aggressive and wanting to cause females pain. Bon’s cock had been exposed to more of a female elf’s vaginal fluids, with fewer breaks, than almost any human ever.

Elves have natural magic resistance. Bon was no elf. Bon was physically strong, but he had the pathetically low magic resistance of a human. Aareesha realized that this combination of great physical strength and weak magic resistance was terrifying.

Bon’s eyes were visibly glowing with the desire to hurt her. He wanted to cause her pain. He wanted to teach her a powerful lesson of how much he was in control, and she was not. He felt his body sing from his driving deep need to be cruel to her. It wasn’t clear Bon could resist this intensity of temptation. It was clear he wouldn’t try.

“BITCH!,” Bon growled, “get your fucking ass to the basement and on the discipline frame! You are going to discover what happens to disobedient fucking elves! Your ass is mine, cunt! NOW, you fucking BITCH!”

Aareesha rushed to obey. She dripped tears of terror as she ran to the torture chamber in the mansion’s basement. Bon followed. He repeatedly told her how much she deserved the torments that he would be endlessly raining down on her.

Bon locked Aareesha into the discipline frame. She was now naked and completely helpless. Her ass was exposed to whatever measures he wanted to impress upon her. The only thing she was wearing was her emerald necklace.

Bon stroked his emerald ring. Aareesha felt her whole body burn in fire. Her whole body was freezing in ice. Her skin had the sensation of being repeatedly ripped off her body with hooks. Her body collapsed, no longer under her control due to the intense torments.

Bon continued, “so you think you can wander off? Please others? I’ll show you what happens to disloyal slaves.”

Bon pulled out his paddle. He began to wallop Aareesha’s bare ass at his full strength. The emerald necklace continued to torment her as well. Bon decided he would try out, at length, every one of his tools for her ass. He had several paddles, leather belts, floggers, whips, and some other tools too. He would ensure she endured a long night of discipline.

Aareesha didn’t scream, but only because she couldn’t control her voice. The emerald necklace tormented her so much that she had lost control of her body. The imprint of the excited rune made her body unnaturally sensitive to all the pain. The imprint of the clear rune kept her from going into shock. The imprint of the stamina rune enabled her to continuously undergo these horrific punishments without being permanently injured. She had deep fears of displeasing him. Her knowing she had displeased him and disobeyed him brought her even more terrors.

Bon felt great pleasure from punishing her. He looked forward to doing more. His cock hardened. Punishing her gave him deep sexual desires. He knew how he would later solve that problem.

She knew what would follow after her discipline. She would be harshly and repeatedly fucked. The cycle would repeat, and repeat, and repeat.

Even a high elf can learn. The terrors from this discipline taught Aareesha much. She realized that she must never, ever, resist Bon again. Her magically-enforced vow currently meant she had to obey his commands. Now she decided she would no longer dare to consider disobeying or displeasing him. She would devote herself to him, body and mind. She finally understood that not only her body, but all she was, was firmly and unalterably his property to control.

Ti shook Bon’s hand. Ti had come to Bon’s mansion foyer to discuss next steps.

Ti said, “I understand why you’re taking a break. Don’t take too long, okay?”

Bon smiled. “I agree. After two years I’ve really learned to enjoy being part of your team. The money has been amazing too. I’ve managed to pay off my mansion and my permanent massage. I even have enough left over to have food, guards, and all that other stuff for a while. I feel that my little ‘honeymoon’ was interrupted too soon. I’ll be back. Two to four months, tops. I merely want to have a little break from adventuring to enjoy her.”

They both looked over at Aareesha. She looked, terrified, at Bon. She knew her master had unrivaled control over her. She knew his enjoyment would be her endless suffering.

Both men agreed she looked stunning. She was always beautiful, of course. She was again wearing an outfit that matched her beauty. She was wearing her beautiful green dress that Bon had earlier purchased for her. She hadn’t worn this outfit after she’d been captured by Lord Eye’s minions. The dress tightened around her breasts, with a daring and elegant drop of fabric between them. Its skirt flowed in the right way. Its hem ended above her knees. Its lace and ribbons and intricate patterns and multiple layers clearly indicated there was significant money in the dress’ commissioning. She had matching green heels. On her ears were the diamond and jade earrings that had been commissioned to go with the dress. The other items matched the emerald necklace she wore. The emerald necklace was something Aareesha wished she wasn’t wearing. Neither man could currently see her black thong. Bon knew that was all she was wearing underneath.

Aareesha wasn’t sure how Bon had recovered her outfit. Aareesha had been nude when she’d been awakened in elvendom other than her silver ring, collar, and emerald necklace. It was clear the elves had left her dress, shoes, and earrings behind. Presumably they’d decided these items were mere human objects unworthy of being brought to elvendom. The silver ring and emerald necklace were clearly of elven origin, so they’d been brought to elvendom. The magic collar had required magic to remove, so it had gone with her as well.

It didn’t matter, of course. Aareesha knew she would obey and please her master, not merely with her body, but with all of her being. She was too afraid to ever do otherwise. Her deeply bruised ass reminded her of her place. Her place was permanently under him.

“Fine,” said a smiling Ti, “we all understand. Two to four months, and then you’ll rejoin us, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” agreed Bon.

Ti left the mansion.

Bon turned towards Aareesha. Bon said, “upstairs to the bedroom, slave. Now.”

Aareesha bit her lip in terror. She knew exactly what horrors awaited her for the rest of her long, long life. Her vow required her to obey and please her master to the best of her ability. She would be providing endless sexual favors to her master. She would be endlessly disciplined by him with brutal punishments. The humiliating cycle of sex and punishment from a lowly human would continue without end. After Bon there would be another human master, and another, and another. No doubt each master who inherited her would take his pleasures from her and treat her cruelly. This horrific cycle would continue forever, for as long as she lived.

She also knew her required response.

“Yes, sir, master.”

THE END