Dagul Betrays You

I wait there, tied up, as Dagul does nothing. In fact, I notice him at the entrance to his tent, speaking with some hooded figure. My heart begins to race as I wonder what's going on. The figure hands him a pouch and I hear the unmistakable clink of gold. Dagul walks in with the figure, a huge smile across his face. It dawns on me what's happening - my eyes widen in horror as tears well up.

"What's wrong, whore? You didn't want to become a **** to this man? You sure could have fooled me," he says with a laugh. I tug hard at my restraints, but it's no use.

"Screw you, Dagul! You animal!" I scream, tears streaming down my face as my heartbeat quickens.

"I already did, and now this nice man and his 'clients' will get to as well," he remarks, slapping me across the face. His blow only fuels my anger, but before I can unleash it, the hooded figure covers my mouth and I black out.

I awaken in a dimly lit room with no windows, surrounded by bricks with one wooden door. I try to open it, but it's locked tight. I've been given "clothes" - two small, see-through lion cloths to barely cover my pussy and breasts. After what feels like hours, the same hooded man reappears at the door.

"You belong to me now," he states coldly.

In that moment, I beg and plead with the hooded man. "Please spare me. I can give you whatever you want. I'm so sorry."

"Quiet. The deal is done. There will be no mercy. Become friends with the guards and maybe they will show you pity."

Just like that, the hooded figure leaves. A few minutes later, he returns with a huge guardsman behind him who beckons me forth. Fearful of what might happen if I don't comply, I slowly inch towards the man. Suddenly, he picks me up and has me flailing around in the air.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let me down! I can walk perfectly fine on my own!" I shout, kicking and screaming as I try to break his grip.

"Quiet, bitch. You will do exactly as you're told," he growls, his dominant tone making it clear I'd be foolish to disobey. From then on, I follow his every command without question.

The guard carries me out of my room and takes me down what seems to be a tall tower. Finally reaching the bottom, a door is opened, and in front of me is a large, sprawling field already filled with slaves. I wonder how all these people ended up here, realizing I am the only elf among them. The guard puts me down and tells me, "Pick all the crops around here and make sure this basket is full. If not, it's up to us guards to punish you for slacking off."

Unfortunately, being the only female elf seems to drive the other guards incredibly horny at the sight of me. Often, they knock the basket out of my hands and proceed to 'punish' me for being lazy, leaving me with no crops to show and thus leading to another 'punishment'. Over time, the guards come to see me as their personal whore.

After months of this treatment, I decide it's enough. I care less about the consequences and run off to escape. Unfortunately, the guards catch up to me. My final 'punishment' is a whole night being whored around to all the guards before being thrown back in my cell, pumped full of their seed to slowly die.