The Hot and Heavy Truth

Wanting to instill in the elf an absolute sense of power and ownership, I decide it's time to get a little ostentatious. "I'll tell you where, and even throw in the why. You, my elven slut, are seated in the heart of the Jungle Queen's Dungeon. This cave system will be the whole of your world unless I say otherwise." I begin slowly, gently, firmly massaging her now engorged left tit, eliciting sweet little moans from her with each squeeze.

"I am Gnasha, the destined conqueror of every ass in this forest and beyond it. Whatever village you wandered out from will be the first of my plentiful harems, and you're lucky enough to have earned the role of my very first breeding slut. My seed already rests in your womb, giving rise to the first of the new orc generation that will rule this forest." My right index finger teases her inflamed lower lips, running along their periphery before finding its way inside, producing a higher pitched squeal from my fucktoy.

"Now I'm going to ask you some questions but, before you answer, you need to understand the rules. Every time you address me, you will acknowledge me as 'Jungle Queen', 'Mistress', or 'Conqueress'. You will answer immediately, and you will answer truthfully. Unless I give you permission, you are only to speak when spoken to. Is that understood?" She gasps heavily and repeatedly, each thrust into her cunt drawing her closer to orgasm.

"Yes, Jungle Queen," the slut moans.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Elora, Jungle Queen." My musk fills her nostrils, the already lustbroken slut sinking deeper into her sensual connection to me.

"Before you found your true place as my toy, what did you do in your village? What skills had you cultivated?" If she's useful beyond just picking berries, I _may _decide to not fuck her into brainlessness.

"I'm primarily a gatherer, but I'm also apprentice to our apothecary. I was collecting dragonberries to add a revitalizing kick to an experimental healing potion." Elora squirms on my meaty finger, puppeteered by pleasure I'm forcing upon her.

I'd hardly expected much from a berry gatherer. It's not as though they'd be assigning warriors or diplomats to gather fruit. Still, this revelation could prove useful. I'm already able to heal through spirit summoning and milkings, but it wouldn't hurt to have some potions brewing back home while I'm out plundering and pillaging. I lick the little slut's face before addressing her again.

"You have four new roles. You already know that you're a breeding slut. Next, you'll be the official Jungle Queen's Dungeon apothecary, unless I find one both more knowledgeable and fuckable. Thirdly, you'll be my temporary strategist while I'm focused on subjugating your village. Tell me everything: defenses, population, important people and their usual schedules. You can do that, yes?"

"Of course, Jungle Queen. I shall provide as much as I know." This assurance is issued between moans and thrusts, but Elora maintains an enviable degree of professionalism. "And what, may I ask, is my fourth role?"

"That's an easy one. You'll be the reason more elves start coming here, start throwing themselves at the mouth of my cave all to be met with sexuality and subjugation. You, my first little slut... will be bait."