She calls her guards

You had to admit, having such a beautiful noblewoman sprawled out across the bedsheets like a common whore (which was what you were supposed to be, by the way) was rather empowering. You couldn't remember the last time you possessed power over another being, not since you started your journey. Although you were still new to sex, you couldn't deny your body's aches and moans as it buckled in pleasure, pleading for release. This dynamite noble below you, you wanted to do nothing more than to get her off, and for her to return the favor. It was obvious that Dasille cleaned up well, as her trilly lace panties slid down slender legs, revealing her unshaven womanhood. Her folds were still a rosy shade of pink, and weren't stretched out like yours after taking so much cock... Perhaps she had come here to get fucked, maybe her sex life wasn't as satisfying as it should have been. You took it as your duty to relive her.

Unfortunately for you, it turns out that the elf woman was a bit of a prude, and her threats had fallen upon deaf ears. A white hot pain rushes through your veins as you receive a thick slap across your cheek. You double over atop the bed, falling off of the body of the other woman.

"Slut! Disastrous whore! You will pay for this. GUARDS!" Dasille quickly ran her panties against her legs, tightening the sheets against her chest as the door swung open. Rushing inside were four rather burly men. Two male elves, brothers. They looked as attractive as Dasille, and possessed firm and chiseled muscles that made you bite your lips as they showed through the thick armor. They were joined by a male orc, a green, gigantic figure that stood nearly three feet above the two elves. Finally, there was a female guard, a peckish looking human girl. She was the only one not wearing a helmet, instead opting to wrap her brunette hair in a ponytail as the rest of her slender figure was wrapped in the same uniform armor as her clan mates.

"What's wrong, milady?" One of the elves hurriedly says, brandishing a steel spear, the edge pointing at your little contorted body withered against the sheets, hand rubbing against your cheek from the unexpected, brutal slap.

"This little...whore tried to take advantage of me. She's nothing but a disgusting **** slut." Dasille explains, starting to redress herself much to your dismay. "I order you now to arrest her."

In a flash, the two elves practically body slam you against the bed. You are rolled over on your chest, your pert breasts folding into the mattress as your arms are roughly tugged behind you. The thick clasp of shackles capture your wrists, holding them together as you're pulled by your arms off of the bed, taken to the floor and **** on your knees. You look up at Dasille, standing above you, completely dressed. Once a whore, now an antagonist as she gave you a stony glare.

"Human twat. You misunderstand the severity of your actions. You will no longer work here, and you are no longer a free woman." She scoffed, ordering the Orc to take up all of your clothes and possessions, including the Shining Stone, tossing them all into a burlap sack on his back. "The question is..." The elf woman continued, placing a gentle hand on your cheek as you stared up to her, fear painted in your eyes.

"What to do with you...? You should be left in the dungeons to rot. However, you were quite proficient at exploring the female body... maybe I can take you in as my personal pleasure ****."

Suddenly, the human female interjects.

"Madam, if you may be so kind. We would like the honor of breaking this bitch in. She is obviously a disgrace to my kind, and on behalf of humans everywhere, I would like to teach her a lesson."

"Oh, Iris. Must you always ask to have one of my slaves?" Dasille shot her a knowing smirk, placing a hand against the bottom of her chin. There was obviously something between these two women.

"Decisions, decisions..."