Silvia has a shocking dream

The little drow sat smugly upon her bejeweled throne as a dozen slaves tended to her every whim.

She had finally done it.

All her plotting and scheming had paid off, and now she was not just a powerful dark elf respected and feared by those around her, she was the matriarch of her own house!

A diamond-encrusted, platinum crown sat upon her head. Dozens of pieces of extravagent jewelry dangled from her ears, neck, arms, legs, toes, fingers, and... a few other places no one could see (well, at least not yet...).

Her body was dressed in the finest Spider Silk clothes, all of them tailored to concealing and counteracting her own (self-percieved) physical flaws.

She leaned back on the heavily cushioned seat. It was designed to make her look taller and more regal than her small frame typically implied.

"Oh ****..." the ostentatiously dressed dark elf said in a well-practiced tone (she had spent a lot of time on alone practicing her diction when no one was around to tease her. Hey, no judging!). "Fetch me another honeyed-wine..."

She dangled a golden goblet from her dainty hand, waving it towards the nearest servant, a hunky, strong, and physically imposing drow male she had once spied on from her hiding spot behind the dirty laundry hamper in the house showers that one... dozen... times.

The man simply stared back at her blankly.

"I... I say... ****...?" Silvia spoke, the confidence already evaporating from her voice as she waved the goblet at him. "Can... can I get a drink?"

The man's blank stare started to gradually transform into a scowl.

"Um... p-please?" Silvia squeaked like a frightened little **** girl.

Instead, the man smacked the goblet from her grip as a dozen other hands started to grope and pull at her.

"N-nooooo! I'm the queen!" Silvia whined as the crown was yanked from her head, shaking her long silver hair loose.

Her vision went dark as her own hair blinded her, but she could feel grabby hands all around her, tugging on her cute long ears, her fingers, toes, everywhere as her not-so-loyal followers helped themselves to her riches, and plucked her like the underdark equivalent of a chicken (so... an Under Chicken?)

She felt her small frame being lifted up off her former thrown, and could hear the sounds of ripping fabric and jeering as she was separated from her dress.

"D-don't! S-staaaahp!" Silvia pleaded.

She shook the hair from her eyes and looked down to see herself futilely dangling over the crowd of rebellious slaves and servants.

Her large, clearly stuffed bra and ass-shaping panties were on full display, and coaxing plenty of laughter from the crowd.

"Lemme go! You can have the rest, b-but let me keep my... bra!" Silvia squealed as the garment was ripped from her body, causing the two massive mushroom caps she kept stuffed within to tumble to the ground below.

"Look at that!"

"Flat as a plank!"

"No wonder she's such a weakling"

Silvia whined and whimpered, trying to shut her legs as grabby hands hooked their fingers into the waistband of her elegant spider silk panties and yanked them down.

Silvia wailed as she felt air blow across her precious, and now-exposed, pussy-pie, and started blushing.

"LOOK AT THAT ASS!" Shouted a shocked voice from the crowd. "It... it's the biggest I've ever SEEN!"

"Must be to compensate for the lack of anything up top."

"That goes WAAAAAY beyond compensating..."

Silvia closed her eyes shut and moaned. Why did this always have to happen to her?

"I dunno, I think it looks good... on **** girl!"

"A big booty **** girl!"

Silvia tumbled to the ground as the chanting continued. She tried to get up and run away, but it felt like something was holding her in place.

She looked down at herself and moaned. She was completely naked... except for a **** collar wrapped around her neck and a ballgag in her mouth!

"Much better!"

Silvia tried to protest and give them a withering glare, but the intense shameful blushing on her face and ears undermined her attempt.

All her sense of displeasure then disappeared as she felt a sudden burst of pleasure upon her last remaining treasure. Something was vibrating against her clit!

Silvia writhed and bucked as cunny honey oozed down her legs, and her eyes crossed.

"Look! She likes it!"

"What a slut!"

"Yeah, but isn't that what you want in a **** girl?"

"Good point..."

Another moan escaped from Silvia's mouth as the pleasure continued to build within her... and leak out of her.

She felt so close now, it... it was driving her mad! She didn't care about the humiliation or the mocking or anything else now. She just needed to cum!

The little drow closed her eyes and ground her hips, trying to get the orgasm she so desperately needed as the smell of cum filled the air.