They Visit an Elf Supply Store

“How does it feel to know that you’ll never wear clothes again?” Razir asked as he ate breakfast while she knelt uncomfortably on rocks beside him.

“The mornings and evenings are cold,” Lydia said. “But I am growing used to it, master.”

Once he had eaten, they moved on. Razir led her across the barren wasteland, his eyes never leaving the horizon. She could see the determination in his every move, and it made her wonder what kind of life awaited her in this place. Her feet were sore, but she had to keep up with her master, lest she receive further punishment.

As they walked, Lydia tried to distract herself by remembering the moments she had spent with Razir. The pleasure she had taken in serving him, the way his cock had felt in her mouth and between her legs. She knew that those memories would be all she had left of the life she used to know, and she clung to them like a lifeline.

According to Razir, they were near to a supply store, where they’d be able to buy things that would be useful for their journey; supplies, weapons etc.

Lydia was a little apprehensive of being naked in front of someone else other that Razir. They’d been alone in the Badlands since they entered. She’d have to get used to it, she supposed. Clothes were a luxury she’d never be allowed again. At least when she got to Yaviskas, there would be plenty of other naked slaves for the dark elves to feast their eyes on.

As they approached the supply store, Lydia's heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear. She'd never been in a situation like this before, and the thought of being so exposed in front of strangers tied her stomach in knots.

She followed Razir inside, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the various supplies and weapons on display. The walls were lined with shelves, each one packed with items that would come in handy during their journey. She could see knives, crossbows, and other weapons that would be useful for hunting and self-defence.

There was a dark elf behind the counter. While Razir looked around, Lydia was told to stand near the counter with her hands behind her head, and her legs spread.

The elf looked her up and down, licking his lips, but Razir simply nodded at her, indicating that this was how they usually did things. Lydia felt herself blushing scarlet, but she did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel her nipples hardening under the elf's gaze, and she knew that he was taking in every inch of her exposed body. Her cheeks burned with humiliation.

Lydia could feel her body trembling with nerves. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew that this was just another part of her new life.

His eyes locked on her exposed pussy, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of shame. She reminded herself that this was what she had to endure if she wanted to survive in Yaviskas.

"What's your name, pretty?" he whispered, his voice husky.

Lydia swallowed hard, her voice barely audible as she replied, "Lydia."

The elf's eyes widened slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Lydia," he repeated, savouring the name.

“Kneel and expose,” Razir ordered before heading down the next aisle.

Lydia knew the position well, she knelt, legs spread wide, hands resting on her thighs with her palms facing up.

She looked down, her eyes tracing the lines of her exposed body, her skin gleaming in the dim light. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, but she knew that she had to remain strong.

The elf watched her, his eyes never leaving her naked form. He finally spoke, his voice low and seductive.

"You're quite the sight, Lydia.”

Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she kept her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn't want to betray Razir, but she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her body at the elf's words.

He chuckled, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Well, well," he began, "I bet you’re a popular girl."

Lydia's eyes widened, her heart rate increasing at his words. She could feel the heat radiating from her chest, and she desperately wanted to cover herself, to protect her vulnerability. Her skin was forming a layer of sweat.

But the elf was persistent. "You really put on quite the show, Lydia."

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving her naked form. He reached out, tracing his fingers lightly over her collar, the metal cold against her skin. Lydia shuddered at his touch, but she didn't move.

Razir watched from afar, his eyes never leaving his captive. He had trained her for this moment, and now it was time to reap the rewards. Lydia's body was a weapon, and he had honed it to perfection.

The elf reached down, running his fingers along the smooth curve of Lydia's hip, just barely grazing the soft skin of her stomach. She shivered at his touch, her muscles tightening in response. Her nipples hardened, and she could feel the lust pooling in her core, the ache growing.

"You're a perfect little toy, aren't you?" the elf whispered, his eyes lingering on Lydia's exposed form. "I think I'd like to test that mouth out."

Lydia's heart raced, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, her body burning with need. Was she going to get to swallow his cum? She needed it.

But he only placed a couple of fingers in her mouth to suck on.

Lydia opened her mouth, licking her lips in anticipation as she took the tips of his fingers between her lips and sucked gently.

Lydia sucked on the elf's fingers obediently, relishing the taste of his skin on her tongue. His eyes glinted with desire as he watched her, and she could feel the heat of his gaze on her body.

"That's a good girl," the elf whispered.

Razir returned with the items he wanted.

She wanted to cry when Razir handed over her clothes to the shopkeeper, and her sword.

The shopkeeper stared at Lydia’s breasts for a long while, then at her pussy. He picked up her panties, sniffing them.

Lydia felt her cheeks flush, and her nipples harden as the shopkeeper's gaze lingered on her most intimate parts. She tried to steel herself and look away, but the elf seemed to be enjoying the show.

Razir ordered her to perform several other degrading poses.

The elf sighed heavily and finally turned away, his eyes locked onto Lydia's body the entire time. She felt violated, but she knew that this was just another step in her new life.

As the elf loaded their supplies into a bag, Lydia felt a strange mix of shame and pride.

She knelt with her hands behind her head, and her legs spread.

Then she bent over, touching her toes.

Razir handed over the payment for their supplies, and as he did, Lydia felt a pang of embarrassment. She knew she had to keep her composure, but it was hard not to feel **** in this setting, with her collar and body exposed to the elf's gaze.

The elf eyed her up and down, studying her closely before murmuring something to Razir. Razir nodded, and the elf began to pack their supplies into a large bag.

As the elf worked, Lydia couldn't help but wonder what they were saying about her. She knew that her life had changed drastically, and that her slavery was now an undeniable reality. But she was still a woman with feelings, and she struggled to hide her insecurities.

Finally, the elf finished packing and handed the bag to Razir. "You're welcome to try anything on before you leave, if you'd like," they said, gesturing to the various clothing items displayed on mannequins around the store.

Lydia bit her lip, feeling a flash of anger and resentment.

They went into the back, and Razir handed her something made of leather, it was like a tiny belt with a buckle.

“It’s a garter,” he said. “You can use it to hold a dagger.”

“Thank you, master,” Lydia wrapped it around her thigh. It fit perfectly.

“I may allow some clothing such as this, if you are a good ****.”

They paid for the items, and Lydia now had a dagger in her garter.

She was still almost completely exposed, but it was a start, and she had a belonging of her own now. She stroked the dagger, reminding herself of her sword, which Razir had just sold, along with all her other clothes.

Razir led them out of the store, his grip firm on Lydia's elbow. She walked beside him, her eyes downcast, her heart pounding in her chest. The dusty wind whipped at her exposed skin, and she couldn't help but shiver. She felt **** and exposed, but she knew that she couldn't show any weakness.

As they walked, Razir began to teach Lydia about the Badlands. He pointed out various landmarks, and told her stories of the battles between elves and orcs and the people who had come before them. She listened intently, trying to memorize everything he said, hoping that it would help her survive in this harsh world.

Finally, they arrived at their campsite, where Razir began to set up their shelter. Lydia watched him, her eyes tracing the lines of his body as he worked. She knew that she had to serve him, to prove her worth as his ****,

"Tomorrow, we'll start our training. You'll learn to fight, to survive in these harsh lands. And most importantly, you'll learn to serve me, your master. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master Razir," Lydia whispered, her voice barely audible in the breeze.

Razir nodded, satisfaction filling his eyes. "Good. Now, rest."

As Razir finished setting up their campsite, he turned to Lydia, a smile playing on his lips.

"You did well today, Lydia. You may be new to this life, but you're learning quickly. Your obedience will serve you well in the Badlands."

Lydia looked down, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She nodded in acknowledgement, her heart swelling with pride.

She laid beside him in the tent, dreaming of sucking his cock. She needed it so bad. She turned over, grabbing it.

"Not tonight, ****," Razir snapped. "Now sleep."

She turned over, shivering a little at the rejection. She needed to suck cock so bad.