Go for the door to the King's Chambers

I went straight for the man holding the keys, pinning him to the wall and trying every key on his ring while my teammates massacred the guards.

After all the guards had fallen, I looked around to see my teammates on their knees.

"**** spell," the captain groaned. "These were rookie guards. They take as much damage from you as you dealt to them."

He gave me a nod, which I returned. The last elf standing, I finally got the door open, and ducked inside, immediately throwing my blade into the head of the man standing in the middle of the room. He fell to the ground with a deafening thud.

No sooner was the door opened that a black cloud engulfed the King's Chambers and the hall outside. Coughing violently, little purple specks hit the hand which covered my mouth.

Through the thick smoke of the spell, I saw the king step around the guard I'd killed, holding a handkerchief made of unicorn hair to repel the spell I was plagued by.

I threw my other blade, hitting him in the shoulder, my vision blurred and disoriented. He fell to one knee...and everything went black.

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I was jerked awake by the sound of gunpowder going off, and the sight of my **** team captain hitting the cold, hard ground of a dungeon.

I tried to use surprise to my advantage, to jump up and kill the executioner before he could kill me, but I was tied and on my knees, just like the other elves. My thrashing had only made me fall on my side.

"This one's awake," the executioner said to the regal man standing behind him in his English, human language.

"I can see that. That's the one who stabbed me," he said.

I blinked, my vision focusing on the Human King.

"I want to kill that one myself," he said, glaring me down.

"All due respect, your highness, if we want to gather their magical essence, they have to be killed a certain way."

"I don't care, I want to kill that one myself."

I swallowed. At each bang from the executioner's handheld cannon, another teammate fell around me. A loud bang, followed by a heart-stopping thud, then a deafening silence that was only interrupted by the executioner stepping to the next elf.

Bang! Thud. Step.

Bang! Thud. Step.

Bang! Thud. Step.

Bang!

Thud.

Step.

"Would you like to use this, your Majesty?" The executioner offered him the magic cannon with a bow.

"No. I want a club. Why are her markings silver?"

"I don't know, sire."

"Usually silver means royalty," he muttered. "Guard, go find me the elvish expert."

"Yes, your Majesty," he said, rushing away from the other guards.

They waited in silence for him to return, while the King grabbed me by the horn, pulling me to sit upright once more. I was the only elf still on their knees. The others would soon be room temperature.

The King circled me, examining me closely, while I stared straight ahead, my teeth clenched in fury.

Finally, the expert came down into the dungeon.

"What is it?" the King asked, pointing at me.

"What an honor, the last moonlight elves in existence!" The 'elvish expert' looked at me even closer than the King had. "Can you remove her armor, please?" he asked the guards.

Holding me down, they cut my battle uniform off me, leaving me completely naked, and hauling me to my feet.

I tried to cover myself, blushing red with shame, but my big breasts were in full view of the creature I hated most. This isn't fair, it wasn't supposed to be like this... And they're all looking at me like that! I squeezed my thighs together to cover what I could, my knees quaking in overflowing frustration and shame.

"She looks to be in her late teens to early twenties, good health, and she's been on many successful missions before, which is pretty impressive since she's so young," he thought aloud. His eyes were glued to your tits.

"I don't care about that," the King said. "Why are her runes silver?"

Curling silver lines twisted all over my body, twisting outward from a diamond-shape around each of my nipples. They looked me over, head to toe, up and down. After a minute, the expert said, "This is Akira Estelle. Stepdaughter to the Elvish King."

"Why was she on a mission with assassins, then?" the King asked.

"The Elvish King has five children related to him by blood. He likely sees this one as rather unimportant. She's got a strong build, while still looking very agile, and has numerous scars. This isn't the first time she's been sent out into battle."

"So she's worth keeping?" the King asked. "Important enough to hold hostage?"

"Possibly. It's worth a try."

The King nodded thoughtfully, scratching his gray beard. After a bit of thinking, he said, "Put her in a cell. Send a ransom to her country. Don't feed her, only give her a cup of water a day. Moonlight Elves are dangerous at full health."

"Yes your Majesty," they all said with a bow.

"And if they don't take the ransom, we'll decide then what to do with her."

"Yes, your Majesty."

As the King walked off, they shackled my wrists and pushed me into a cell to rot. I knew it was useless, but I thrashed against them anyways. I had several new bruises by the time they had me contained, but I smiled smugly knowing that so did they.

Sitting against the wall, I picked up a small rock and threw it at them as they walked away. They grunted, glared at me, and left-- too scared to re-enter the cell and punish me for it.

I picked up the pebble next to it and carved a line into the wall. I picked a spot with lots of open space, making my tally small, expecting to need room for many more.

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I didn't move much, or do much for that matter. I slept sitting up. I did sit-ups. I sat down and drew in the dirt. I got my daily cup of water dumped on my head by a salty guard. I went back to sleep.

Every time I exercised, I was able to do less and less, until I traded in exercise for clutching my stomach with my teeth clenched.

Whenever I got the water, I'd add another tally. There was no sight of the moon, and the shifts the guards took varied too much to be able to count for the time of day.

Every time I heard footsteps, I immediately covered my breasts and squeezed my legs together. I'd huddle in the corner and hope they decided not to peek in.

I heard snippets of English from the guards. Every day, I heard them telling each other how they'd humiliate me if they could do as they pleased. Some of them wanted to gangbang me. Some of them wanted to test out the 'One-bar-prison.' Some didn't think I deserved to see them naked, and said they should fuck me with a stick until I was a dripping, bleeding mess.

While they hadn't done it yet, every day I feared the worst, and every night...I dreamed it. I'd wake up crying, in a cold sweat, my pussy glistening, and my body shivering from cold and terror.

They haven't even touched me, and I'm already breaking...

One day, I heard a cloud of footsteps approaching, and was awoken from my nap. I hauled myself to sit up, leaning back against the wall, out of breath from even the simplest movements.

"I never got you a birthday present, did I?" the King said. "So I got you a pet."

"Which is why we're in the dungeon?" a young man replied sarcastically.

"Well, yes. I didn't get you a horse."

"Congrats, because you give me a horse every year."

The King and Prince stopped in front of my cell.

The Prince sighed. He had dark hair, like his father probably once had, and a goatee on his face. But I saw past his handsome facade...I saw the glow of dark magic around him like a demonic halo. "I take it they didn't accept the ransom?"

"Right. So happy birthday."

"And what am I supposed to do with her?"

"Whatever you want. It's your new pet."

"She's a deadly weapon. She'll kill me."

"Not if you train it right. Now go on, get in there." He opened the cell door. "Get acquainted." And with that, he walked away.

The Prince raised an eyebrow. "Akira, is it?" he asked in Elvish.