She's become a slave!

Hilda comes to with a kink in her neck, and drool dribbling down her chin and pooling under her cheek.

Where am I? What happened? Ug! I was having the naughtiest, nastiest dream...

The powerful noblewoman groans as she rolls onto her stomach. She doesn't remember her bed feeling this hard before, nor her bed chamber feeling this chilly.

Ug! Did I kick my blankie off the bed again?

Hilda blindly gropes about, trying to find the fine, soft fabric, but she's having no luck. Grunting in frustration, she sits up and rubs her eyes. (She's never been a morning person.) At least, she tries to sit up when she feels something tight pull on her neck!

"Hey! What's going on?!" Hilda gripes as her senses start to come back to her. She looks around and realizes she's not in her nice, safe warm keep. Then she looks down at herself and screams. She's naked!

That means... oh no! It was all real!!!

Hilda breaks out in a cold sweat as she takes in her surroundings. She's in a fairly dark room... or maybe it's a cavern? It's hard to tell. Her rope is tied around a large stone, it's short length and positioning force Hilda into a bowing, or 'face down, ass up' position that leaves her feeling very vulnerable, but at the same time... excited?

No! That's not who I am! I'm a tough, deadly warrior!

Hilda shakes her head as best she can, trying to drive the thought from her mind, but it still lingers there. Unfortunately she doesn't get the chance to think about why that might be.

"Well hello, sleepyhead!" It's the drow from before! "You surface slaves sure are lazy! I can't believe you slept for so long!"

The dark elf's voice alone is enough to send our nude knight cowering in fear. When the drow steps into Hilda's line of vision, the human woman immediately presses her face and chest to the floor and averts her gaze.

Mistress is here! I hope I'm to her liking... Wait! Why am I calling mistress 'mistress'?! And why would I care if mistress likes me or not? Because she's mistress of course! Wait, no! This isn't...

Hilda distress is obvious to the dark elf, who slips a hand under Hilda's chin so the new human slave can get a good look at her superior. "Shhhh, stop thinking, dummy. You're a slave now. MY SLAVE. Understand?"

Hilda feels her nipples hardening and her nethers juicing as she stares deeply into mistress' eyes.

"Well?" The drow asks, looking impatient.