Slavery

Before she can resist, you enshackle her hands and collar her.

"Befouler!" she shouts, "You have cheated in combat and dishonored me; must I endure further humiliation at the hands of such a foul being as yourself?" she spat.

"Yes," you reply, your outburst having flaccified with your lust. "It's simply really; you are a theif and a lawbreaker, while I am a knight of noble birth who has captured one such lawbreaker and spared her life that she may learn respect. Plainly put, you are mine to do with as I will; should you disobey me, i shall have to find a master with a more severe personality for you."

"You are a monster! My people will cry war upon you humans. Your kingdoms will all fall before the might of the wild." She spits.

"No, you're wrong. I will go to the capitol and there will be thousands of other slaves of all races and even elvish members of the court will think nothing of yet another young knight accompanied by a female ****. It's all too common." You smugly inform your **** while attaching a chain to her collar.

It feels nice to remember that trip you took with your parents to the capitol when you were younger. You saw elves, merfolk, dwarves, goblins, who really just seemed like adult children to you, they were immature in humor, but foul in language, naturally, as a ten year old, you had loved them. You even saw races that would have been excluded from the city in any other country; you saw centaurs and vampires, who were just visiting nobles, and even trolls.

Returning to the present, you begin setting off when she complains, "At least give me the dignity of clothing."

Suddenly, you remember that you just packed all her stuff in your bag and smile.