The Elven girl

"I'll put 200 chips on the short elf in the center."

"250."

"300!"

Ara winced, feeling the bright white light wash over her. She squinted against the light rays beaming down upon her, trying vainly to grasp where she was. She flexed her wrists, pulling against the metallic bands that restrained her. Her throat felt tight, and Ara leaned her neck back, sensing the tell-tell feeling of an inhibitor collar firmly around her neck. "Fuckers.." She muttered softly.

She had no idea how she'd ended up here nor why she was here. The last of her memories was of something smacking the back of her head right before her vision went black. How long was she ****? Where was she now? Who were the people bidding on her? These were all questions racing through her mind.

"..I'll bet 450 on her." A jagged voice called out above the chatter of the bidders.

The auctioneer glanced toward the voice. "450, going once, going twice. Sold!"

Ara's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for her prospective buyer. None of them looked vastly different from the others, at least not among the crowd of a few dozen humans. Many had come to attend the auction, whether to sell, buy, or watch, and Ara was just one of five elves sold on the stage.

She kept scanning the room until the very last second when one of the human guards escorted her out. They led her into the back of the stage, far from the crowd's watching eyes. "Stay here, and don't act up," the guard warned, leaving the room briefly unattended.

Ara glanced around the room, examining it inquisitively. Her restraints made escape borderline impossible, but anything could be the key to escaping. However, the room appeared normal apart from the furniture and a standing mirror.

She approached the mirror, gazing into her reflection. Ara stood around 5' 5" with a slender, feminine figure, shaping nicely into the curves of her rear and hips. Ara had been stripped at some point while she was ****, and only her grey-colored underwear remained, contrasting alluring against her fair skin.

Before she could think any further, the door slowly creaked open. A moment later, an older human male, likely the one who'd bought her at auction, walked in. "Ah, yes, there you are.." He spoke, leaning against the doorway as his eyes wandered, undressing the already scandalous amount of clothing she had left." Ara's eyes darted down, averting her gaze in an uncontrolled act of submission.

The stranger approached her, standing at an arm's distance from her. With a firm yet gentle grip, he cupped her chin, moving her head upwards as he made eye contact. "Come now, don't be shy, little elf. There are much worse people who could've bought you. I'd dare say I'm one of the better outcomes for such a.. intriguing elf."

There was a noticeable pause in his words near the end, something Ara picked up on. Her ears twitched in worry, following his gaze as he glanced towards her perky breasts and then lowered towards her midriff before resting just above her panty-covered entrance. "He's already eyeing me up," she gulped, "Fuck, this is bad."

"Come, elf, let me inspect you closer." He spoke, beckoning her in. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, of course. She took two steps closer, trying to maintain a stiff composure as his hands found their way onto her chest, squeezing and groping her breasts. "A-ah.." Ara whined. Her nipples hardened to his touch, and she winced as he gently squeezed them, pinching and rolling them between two of his course fingers.

His other hand snaked its way between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. "There, there, relax, elf." He cooed in a feigned sympathetic voice, "It's much better if you submit and enjoy yourself." He flexed two fingers, pressing them up against the fabric of her panties, rubbing over her moist slit, and then pulled her panties over, now sliding between her wet, glistening folds.

Ara couldn't help but whimper, her voice cracking and breaking from a mixture of arousal and fear. She couldn't deny the growing wet spot between her legs, much less the fact her breathing had slowly deteriorated into animistic pants, but she refused to admit it. "Suck," her master commanded, bringing his two fingers to her lips.

"Mm.." His fingers slid into her mouth, pressing down against her tongue, forcing Ara's lips into a perfect O shape. Her cunt juices and saliva mixed in her mouth, a sweet taste that was unfamiliar to Ara. She gulped, swallowing down her lewd fluid, and his fingers left her mouth with a soft pop noise. "See, it's not that bad," he chuckled, wiping off a strand of saliva on her cheek.

Ara's cheeks blushed, red with embarrassment. She did enjoy it, much more than she expected. The wetness between her legs had only grown more extensive, and her cunt began to leak, dripping down her thighs. "There'll be many treats for you as long as you obey."

She hesitantly nodded. "Kneel."

Ara tensed for a moment, dropping to both knees. The emotional barrier she'd placed was slowly fading, and she felt as if her body was moving autonomously, responding to the whims of her new master. "Look at me." Ara's eyes met his, watching her master lean in. He placed his thumb on her lips, and Ara's lips parted, allowing his finger to explore.

"Good girl, very good."

"Good girl, very good." He clasped a leash to her collar with his thumb in her mouth. He gave it a hard tug, and Ara fell forward, catching herself on her hands. "Stay just like that." He ordered, stepping to the side. He walked behind her, bringing his palm down on one ass cheek, forcing a yelp of pain from her lips. Her thick rear wobbled and bounced, recoiling as he wound up another strike, bringing it down on the alternate cheek.

"A-ah, Sir, please.." Ara choked, shaking her head. "Please, be more gentle with it.."

Her master chuckled, amused at her pathetic begging. "If you wanted me to be gentle with you, why is your cunt dripping, hm?" He leaned in, running his fingers along her slit and bringing them to her face. "See, you did this, not me." Ara turned away, a gentle sigh of defeat underlining her breath. "What is your name, elf?"

"Ara, my name is Ara.." She meekly spoke.

"Well, 'Ara,' you can refer to me as Master or Sir."

"Yes, Master."

"Now, let's take you home. Don't bother to stand up; you can walk on all fours. You're a pet, after all, not a person."