Yaviskas

They entered the city gates, and Lydia's heart sank. She had heard tales of the city, but now she was faced with the reality.

Dark elves walked the black stone streets of the inner city, while slaves followed them, all completely naked. Some were human, some wood elves, even the odd high elf.

A beautiful wood elf with black hair and green eyes was tied to a whipping post, screaming out as her ass was whipped by a female dark elf with a huge sadistic smile on her face.

Lydia stared in horror at the scene, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the fear and desperation in the eyes of the slaves around her, and she knew she could soon join her if she didn’t please Razir.

She met the wood elf’s eyes, just as the most painful crack of the whip hit her back, and she burst into tears, whimpering as the whip left a zig-zag line on her previously beautiful skin.

The sound of the whip echoed through the streets, a constant reminder of the cruel fate that awaited anyone who dared to defy their masters. Lydia's heart raced as she watched the scene unfold before her, feeling her own body tremble at the sight.

Another dark elf walked past, his human **** on a leash, a bridle on her head, eyes wide with terror. He shared a smile with Razir.

Another **** stood in a cage barely large enough to fit her in; her breasts pressed tightly against the bars. Her hands were shackled above her head.

She was shaking, her body bathed in sweat, tears and bruises. Her master stood beside her, a cruel grin on his face as he watched her suffer, knowing that her pain was his pleasure.

He pulled on a chain dangling beside her, and the cage was lowered into a hole in the ground, the **** cried and screamed as she fell lower, until the cage and **** disappeared. Then a trapdoor was closed above her.

The dark elf standing nearby whistled, impressed by the display of power.

Lydia's eyes widened in terror, her heart sinking lower with each passing moment. She knew that this was her new life now, and there was no turning back.

"Come, ****," Razir said, leading her through the city. Lydia followed silently, her mind reeling from the horrors she had just witnessed.

Razir pulled her along by her leash, leading her through the city and towards the elders’ chamber. The streets were crowded with slaves and their masters, and Lydia could feel the stares of those around her as she walked by with her head lowered.