A Surprise Meeting For Elody

Time passed in the slaves' cell. Elody waited for something to happen, but nothing did. They were both chained to the wall, resting on the stone block with their legs parted and kneeling. Elody tested her shackles, finding them both tight and strong. The collar around her neck was not magical as far as she could tell, but was well made. No normal person would be escaping from this.

She looked down to the stone phallus which was still sitting just inches from her womanhood. It looked hard and cold, and not very pleasurable. Presumably, there was some point to it being there but what could it be? Surely they didn't expect the slaves to lose control of themselves and have need of it during the night?

So far, nothing magical had happened. She was sure of that. The chains were normal. Maybe it was not this collar, but the one she would receive in the morning? Elody wondered if she was just making excuses to stay. It had to be said that even though she was being both humiliated and degraded, part of her was enjoying this. A part of her had woken up that seemed to have slept ever since her transformation. She felt mortified, humiliated and also mortal. Human. Human concerns filled her mind. Things like dignity, embarrassment. Awareness of her own body. It wasn't even ''her'' body! It was just something she had made to clad her spirit in while she walked among mortals. She could discard it at any point and make another. Why did she care if people saw it naked? Or saw it cum and climax? Why did the thought of being pleasured make her go all warm inside? She didn't know, but she did realise that she felt more human now than she had in hundreds of years.

Later, she mused, she would have to bring this up with Vrasha and see if they could introduce the concept into their games. Perhaps it would be useful to keep her grounded.

As the minutes turned to hours, Elody looked beyond herself for any clue as to what to do now. The other woman hung from the wall without saying a word. Her face was turned towards the ground, dark hair spilled over her eyes. She looked like she regretted every choice she had ever made which only confirmed for Elody that whatever was to be done to make willing slaves had not yet been done.

But there was more...

Something clicked for Elody as she looked, and she found herself moved to ask.

"Excuse me."

The other woman looked up.

"Do you have a sister in the palace?"

For a moment, the other girl looked stunned. Then she leaned forward as far as the chains would allow.

"I don't know if she's in the palace but I do have a sister! I've not seen her in weeks. H-have you seen her? Her name is...was... Samantha. She liked to be called Sam. She looks like me, but a bit wider. W-we owned a shop together."

"I met her in the palace," Elody said. "She told me that you sold yourselves to a noble together? How is it that you ended up here?"

"That doesn't matter," the woman said. "How is my sister? Is she doing okay? Have they been feeding her well? Is she still herself?"

"I don't know who else she would be but herself," Elody said in a slightly mystified voice. "Her health is good and as far as I am aware she has not been overly abused beyond that which happens to all slaves. She was assigned to us and told us her story."

"Assigned to you?" The woman said. "But you're here! Don't tell me you're from the palace somehow? What happened to you to end up like this?"

"That's of little concern," Elody said. "What's your name?"

"I..." She turned her eyes back towards the ground and Elody realised what she had said. Of course. Slaves didn't have names. But then the woman glared back up at her defiantly.

"My name is Coursa. I'm Samantha's sister. I'm really glad that you heard from her! Knowing that she is all right makes this all so much easier..."

She settled into her chains again.

"How did you come to be here?" Elody asked her. "According to your sister, you should still be in the employment of the noble who bought you."

"I don't really want to talk about it..." Coursa said. "Is it important?"

"Perhaps." Elody said. "I do not yet know what is important and what is not. I do not know if it would help me to hear your story but there is always the chance that it would."

Coursa looked back at her. She did look much like her sister, but slimmer and with a taller frame. With her arms out stretched it was clear that her chest was considerable, and Elody guessed that she was destined to be sold as a pleasure **** as well.

"If you tell me," Elody said carefully, "I can carry a message back to your sister for you."

"What?" Coursa's eyes widened. "How could you do that? You're going to be told tomorrow on the market, same as me. I'm not going to see Sam again for ten years! And at that point, we'll be totally different people. We probably won't even know each other! Don't get my hopes up for something that can never happen."

"It can happen," Elody promised, thinking fast. Normally convincing people to do something was Vrasha's talent, but perhaps because of how mortal she was feeling, Elody felt more attuned than normal. Still, she had to be careful. "I am an agent working for a foreign power. Being sold into slavery like this is part of my cover. I can get in contact with my employer and pass on a message to your sister."

"I don't know if I should believe you."

"Think on it this way, what do you have to lose if I am wrong? Nothing. You will still be sold as a **** tomorrow. But if I am right, you can at least speak to your sister through me. I make no guarantees but surely a chance is better than nothing at all?"

Coursa chewed her lower lip for a few moments and then nodded.

"All right. You're not wrong. I'll tell you what you want to know as long as you promise to take a message back to Sam. Do you swear to do that?"

"On my life."

Coursa nodded slowly.

"All right. All right, you've convinced me. You want to know how I ended up here?"

"In every detail."