Pleasure, pain, and absolute submission

Your life has changed beyond your wildest dreams. Your position now would have horrified the old you and every other elf. Yet here you are.

Cocephalos has broken you. He has destroyed any semblance of manhood you mistakenly believed you had, and has revealed you for the worthless female whore you are. Taking your testicles was the kindest thing anyone has ever done for you, and you are eternally grateful to him for showing you just how much you crave to be conquered. This is your truth.

Now you are obscenely pregnant with his centaur offspring: you will never procreate, never continue your line, but your slutty elven womb will grow, nourish and incubate a superior man's children, and contribute to the future of a superior species. Despite your worthlessness, your master has seen fit to give you this little but important purpose.

Many things will happen to you in your future. You know your master will use you for his pleasure and as his breeding mare, but you also know he will take out all his anger, rage and hatred on you. You crave it all. You look at the future with fear and lust. He has unlocked the deepest depths of your dark desires, as well as your unlimited masochism.

You realize by now that you never had any real choice in this, no control. You are what you are, and your life, as well as the course of history, are best left to better men. You couldn't make a difference if you wanted to. As soon as you became you, this fate was guaranteed. You are helpless and you love it.