Elody is Processed

The next room was very cold. It was like a slap in the face walking from one to the other. Frost had crawled up the walls and mist fogged the ground at her feet. Elody turned her head, seeking some clue around her but the room was mostly bare. She drew her clothes closer to her body for heat before realising that she would now have to discard them.

So far the plan was working out as she had anticipated. Though she had not expected her own body to betray her in the manner that it was currently doing. The coldness of the room was battling against the heat that she felt coming from inside of her body. A tingling feeling which spread between her legs, and flowed up through her chest.

She was going to be a ****. She was going to discard her clothes and allow this man to inspect her as though she were some sort of cattle. The idea should have been repugnant to her, but it was almost exciting in a strange way. Elody had not expected this turn of events but it was too late to back out now. She was committed so she would have to go through with it.

She realised that she was going to have to leave the clothes behind. Hopefully Vrasha didn't care too much for them.

Her hands went to her belt, undoing it and letting it spill to the ground at her feet. Next came the leggings: she kicked them off and stood for a moment in only her tunic. As with before, Elody had not bothered with underwear. She had figured that no one would see her anyway. That thought made blood rush to her face now, but she shook her head and tried to banish it.

As she drew her tunic up over her head, Elody's skin broke out in goosebumps. The cold sent shivers racing down her spine. Her hardened nipples brushed against the fabric of the tunic as she finally discarded it.

She was now naked, and feeling a curious sense of exposure. Back in the forest Elody had not cared if anyone saw her naked. In fact, most nature spirits appeared naked. Especially those of water or plants. Now though she felt unsure, shifting her weight from foot to foot. There was an odd desire to shield herself. Was it because so far only Vrasha had seen her like this? She felt ****, but also intensely aware of her own body. The flush of blood across her face and chest; the tingling in her fingers and toes. The arousal she felt spreading from between her thighs.

How long had it been since she had felt like this? It was almost enough to make her feel, well, human.

Before she could complete the thought, Elody heard the door open again and the man came in from behind her. He shivered as he stepped into the room.

"Never much liked the cold here," he said. "Don't know why they insist on keeping it this way. All right, turn around and let's have a look at you."

Elody swallowed, she felt nervous. Her body was sending strange signals to her brain. Embarrassment she had not felt in such a long time. The urge to cover herself was surprisingly strong. She turned to face him. He said nothing at first, but gazed at her with a mixture of focus and lust. Elody shivered. His eyes roamed across her body, moving first to her chest and then sinking towards her womanhood. He told her to stand still and circled around her. Elody stiffened but did as she was told. Allowing him to get a look at her sides as well as her behind.

"Do you feel embarrassed?" He asked her. "Remember, the truth spell is still in effect."

"Yes," Elody admitted. "I do feel embarrassed."

"Has a man ever seen you like this?"

"No," She said. "Never a man."

"A woman then?"

"Yes.."

"Ah." His voice sounded smug, and he came back around to her front.

"You're a lesbian then."

"No," Elody shook her head. "I don't really have a preference. It's just that the only person who has caught my eye was a woman."

"Bisexual? That's good for you. Many masters don't much care for the orientation of their slaves. If you are able to go both ways, that'll make you more expensive and give you an easier time getting used to your new life. You're shorter than I thought before. Now I see you without clothes, you're pretty slim."

He moved to her right again, Elody had to resist the urge to turn to face him. Before she knew it, he had reached out and touched her! But it wasn't her chest or pussy. Rather, it was her arm. He was running a hand up and down it, pressing against the skin. Feeling the muscle and tendon beneath.

"You seem pretty flexible too." He said. "Have you ever tried that sort of thing? No, wait, don't answer. We'll just see what you can do. Lay on the floor on your back and spread your legs as widely as you can. Don't stop until you can't spread anymore."

Elody nodded. The floor felt cold against her back, sending shivers lancing into her spine. Her face was still flushed though, and she could dictate the sound of anticipation in his voice as he gave her that order. The truth was that Elody was not as limited as a normal human. The body she wore was not technically her true self; she was a spirit of nature. Specifically, she was a forest spirit. Born of tree and vine and bush. The body she wore she had woven herself, spending some of her power to create it. It was what she subconsciously had considered an idealised form and was probably based on her original self. She didn't remember enough of the details to be one hundred percent sure on that, though.

That was why she was as flexible as she was. Lying prone, Elody shifted her body while the man watched hungrily. Spreading her legs further and further. She hooked her hands behind her knees to help push them outward and felt every inch of the exposure. It was humiliating to spread herself like this, opening her most intimate place to this stranger.

When she could go no longer, she stopped.

"This is what I can do."

"This is what you can do...?"

"Master. This is what I can do, master."

"Good. Better. Next time you forget you'll be punished."

He walked up to her, his shadow cloaked her as he knelt. He was examining her pussy now, gazing at it with evident lust he did not even bother to conceal. Elody shuddered; he ran his hand over her bound. The smoothness of his palm against her mons pubis, her mound, sent sparks flashing through her body. It was the first time someone who was not Vrasha had touched her there. She bit her tongue to keep from making any noise as he examined her in detail. At first, he ran his hands over her mound, tracing its shape. Then he pressed down on it, as if measuring consistency. When he was satisfied there, his hands roamed lower. Elody had **** but to continue to hold her legs open. A tight wetness was growing between her lower lips which was only exacerbated when he started to examine her labia themselves. His fingers were cold down there, cold and distant. His lust was obvious but it was equally obvious that he truly was measuring and weighing her up. He stroked her lower lips, testing their size and with. With one finger, he stroked her until she was wet and noted how long it took. He checked her for reactions such as rapid breathing or flushed face. His other hand wandered to her chest, brushing her nipples and testing to see how hard they had gotten.

Remaining silent was becoming harder and harder, especially when his fingers closed around the hood of her clitoris. As soon he found it, Elody bucked, the feeling that shot through her body was both intense and sudden. The man grinned, circling it with his fingers before gently pressuring the hood. Elody was breathing rapidly now, trying to ignore the building feelings in her body. The bud of her clit slowly was **** from its hiding place, and the man stroked it once. The feeling tore through her, made her moan loudly enough for him to hear.

"You're sensitive down there," He remarked. "That's good too. Masters love a **** who reacts and it also allows for more intense punishments. That'll mark up your price."

He stepped back, an obvious erection poking at he inside of his pants.

"All right, you can release your legs now. I want you to kneel for me. Do not stand up. From now on, you do not do that unless you are allowed by your master. A **** must be aware of her station at all times, and your place is on your knees like a whore."

Elody looked up at him. "A whore?"

"A technical term," the man grinned nastily. "It seems to me that you fit the specifications. You're easy to rile up, you're flexible. You have a small chest but there are some who like that. Your clit is easy to spot and reacts strongly to contact and you get wet easily. Not every **** is going to be used for sex. There are many who are instead used for labour - cleaning, cooking, selling, that sort of thing. But we get more money for those we sell for sexual services. And you my dear seem to have all the qualifications."

"I don't..."

"What, like it? Unfortunately for you, you have already signed the contract. You don't really get a choice now."

She was silent. One part of her felt that he was right. She had signed the contract. But the other part of her wondered how so many slaves were so willing if this was how they were treating during their processing.

She was going to find out.

"Let me see..." The man said. "Considering your future as a sex ****, there are some more specific things we need to go over. Remember the truth spell, and don't worry too much. As I said, sex slaves sell for the highest amount so much of that money will pass to you as well when your contract expires."

He turned around, looking at her again.

"Let's start with a test of your technique."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Spread your legs and masturbate for me."