Capítulo 173: A Slave Regained
Into another direction the carriage of Zorrla and Maessha splitting, off from the main procession.
The soldiers dared not follow, if their Queen decided to go someplace, she shall. Zorrla will request their aid if she needed to flaunt her status or the capture of one lesser than she. To suggest that they need guard her was the height of disrespect for the might she possessed.
And yet Maessha failed to fathom why they would need to veer from the designated manor alotted by Elaria's government for a dignitary and her cohorts.
The fact that her mother was all smiles as she glanced at the scenery outside the carriage's window raised all kinds of alarm. No, it blared even. What wicked deeds will her mother plan to unleash now?
"Mother, can you give me a reason as to why we are not heading to the manor given to us?"
The Mad Queen returned her daughter's gaze. Zorrla's jovial smile, an ill omen for Maessha, making her grow uneasy each passing second.
"It's simple, I am bored and your sister does not want to play. An old pet of mine will surely want to." Zorrla's timbre dripped with excitement.
Whoever this 'old pet' of Zorrla might be, the malefic grin that Zorrla wore had Maessha worried for their well-being, the sadism that her mother will soon enact on them.
As the carriage headed deeper into the heart of the city, Maessha wished in earnest that whoever they may be, they will live through Zorrla's cruelty.
After minutes of traversing the city streets, their carriage halted in front of a exorbitant mansion. Its architecture unmistakabley elven by the circular letters upon the gate, although its diction and lettering differed from theirs, Maessha recognized it to be their mana-touched kin.
The high-elves.
The ring of letters glowed golde, acting as a scanner, an advanced elven spell that recognizes those who wish to enter by their mana even while they are seated inside.
The glow faded, opening the door for the carriage to enter.
To control a spell from afar, Maessha sensed this elf was extraordinary even by high-elf standards.
As mother and daughter both goy off the carriage, the twin doors opened for them. Its insides spotless, expensive decor littered the place.
The mage wearing a stunning blue robe rushed down the stairs to meet them. Her long, pale hair swayed as she run. Blue eyes that sparkled with joy upon witnessing the Mad Queen.
"I knew it, you didn't abandon me!" Saheilla exclaimed.
Arms poised to embrace Zorrla, instead of a warm embrace for their reunion, a stinging pain assaulted Saheilla's cheek. Helpless and surprised, Saheilla's back fell to the floor.
Maessha gasped, did her mother just backhanded this poweful mage that welcomed her into their home!?
"I thought taught you better than that. Crawl." Zorrla commanded, her tone brazen. A true Queen, a true dominant.
Much Maessha's surprise, the high-elf did not hesitate to do crawl on all fours. Just what kind of hold does her mother have on this High-elf for her to abandon her ego and embrace shame like this!?
Saheilla's arms wrapped around Zorrla's leg. Like a dog kickd by its onwer, pitifully scurrying to beg for affection.
Zorrla's hand ruffled Saheilla's hair, Zorrla asked, "Did you miss me?"
"I do. I fantasize all the time about your touch putting me in my rightful place, to be beneath you like this!"
"Good. Now rise and follow me."
As Zorrla walked, she had Saheilla in tow. With how meek and obedient this mage appeared, Zorrla might as well hold an invisible leash around Saheilla's neck for Zorrla to drag Saheilla whereever she wished. This time, it would be to Saheilla's private room upstairs.
Before they could get far, Zorrla remembered, "Oh, and make yourself at home Maessha."
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As the door closed behind them, Saheilla grimaced she had her silver locks yanked backwards. Not the playful kind that evoked coyness, but a firm tug to induce pain.
The pain that Saheilla loved.
"Rejoice, for I will once again give you the privilege to become my plaything." Zorrla declared with a wicked smile, her grip on the poor dark elf's hair, ever tight. "Don't break and I might even bring you back to the underdark.'
Agony and delight mixed within Saheilla's expression. At last, she will once again have the honor to serve the Wicked Queen.
"Worry not, my Queen, I know a few healing spells. I will not break, be as rough as you want."
Saheilla's devotion amidst the excruciating pull shone through. A shine that Zorrla will play with until it has dimmed.
"But my dear Saheilla..." Zorrla yanked close so she could whisper into Saheilla's pointy ear. "...there is no healing for a broken soul."
Made to dive into her soft bed, Saheilla yelped at the forceful shove. A powerful high-elf, her name throughout the city as one the premier spellcasters of the city. Rendered useless before the shameful treatment of this malevolent Queen.
Zorrla's grip kept on pressing Saheilla's face onto the bed. All this high elf's status and power, they are worthless for she is but mere toy for Zorrla.
This robe of yours is getting in the way.
One yanked, and all the arcans strength Zorrla hid underneath her skinny arm allowed her to yank the part of the robe to expose Saheilla's bare ass. Skin smooth and pale, an oddity that would have revulsed her kin to the point of vomiting caused Zorrla's smile to widen.
It was the symbol of Lolth, a spider with a red gem in, tattooed in Saheilla ass cheek. The brand that assured her undying allegiance to Zorrla, the brand of her submission.
Zorrla's free hand smashed into Saheilla's soft bottom, making the ass tremble along with Saheilla's voice.
One slap and Saheilla's ass was already red, testimony to Zorrla's sadism.
Another slap, a shriek of shameful delight rolled from Saheilla's tongue.
"That's it, my little pet. Scream for me! Ahahahaha!"
Zorrla's mad laughter tandemed with Sabeilla's erotic yelp.
One slap after another, Saheilla's pale and pristine backside became red. The ecstasy of agony covered all her cheeks, her knees shaking from it all.
Merely foreplay and the High elf already quivered, ready to collapse from the onslaught of pain and pleasure. That talk about not breaking was rubbish. Zorrla bit her lip. Time to violate her pet even more.
One pull, Zorrla destroyed Saheilla's undergarment.
Defenseless pussy exposed, surrendered to be ravished by the Queen.
The high-elf's pretty pink cunt dripped, its wetness begging for Zorrla's violent caress.
Zorrla undid her dress, stark naked in the blink of an eye to reveal her lithe shape and obsidian skin exposed.
The long and hard dick between Zorrla's thighs ready ruin Saheilla.
No teasing, or forewarning, Saheilla gasped from sensation of a fat cock sliding deep into her already wet pussy. Utterly speechless at how her merciless Zorrla's meat entered and stretched her to the brim.
The succulent softness covered Zorrla's length from tip to base, plunging her entire lenght in one thrust.
Such a tight cunt, it almost makes Zorrla regret abandoning this slave. Almost.
Breaking Saheilla's speechlessness, the agressive thrusting that soon ensued had Saheilla's screaming her heart out.
Rapture and agony collided as Zorrla's fat meat pounded her pussy. With each pull, Saheilla's walls trembled with salacious glee, followed by the most vicious of thrusts. Ramming into her deep without care. A brutal fuck tha had a sliver of neither love nor affection, all pulse pounding pleasure garnished with pain.
As Zorrla's raging hips continued to buck, the Mad Queen's hand of pushed Saheilla's screaming face into the soft mattress, as if she was some sort of animal that needed to be kept in place.
"You are mine, body and soul, scar this fact deep in your spirit, you harlot!"
Rejoicing at her dominion over this High-elf, Zorrla's villainous laughter echoed even while with her frenzied swaying.
The mere act of forming words was hard, all that left her mouth were moans, and yet Saheilla wanted to voice out her devotion.
"Y-YES...MISTRESS...I AM YOURS!"
The slave's submission renewed, Zorrla thrust balls deep.
The fat cock buried within Saheilla throbbed marvelous, spurting Zorrla's warm seed upon her walls.
Pulling out, Zorrla giggled at her cum that dripped from Saheilla's pussy, dripping onto the floor. Her conquest overflowing with her essence. For one last time, Zorrla slapped Saheilla's already red behind.
"Well done. You may now leave this room, I shall take my rest." Zorrla decreed.
"B-but, Mistress, this is my room!"
"Is it? Then I give you permission to sleep on the other rooms. And while you're at it, have one prepared for my daughter as well. You may take your leave."
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