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He smirked, presenting his manhood, hanging heavy before her. "Well, it seems you are not quite as innocent as I expected.. Now, I think you know what to do next as well then." he grinned, petting through the elfs hair.. a petting that may easily get rougher, once more.. plus, the smell of his shaft, there was something about it... something she struggled to describe.\n\nA part of her tried to resist... but lust consumed her. Abandoning all pretenses, she threw herself upon his shaft. Her hands darted up to caress its length, while her mouth brushed its tip as she delivered soft kiss upon soft kiss, eyes riveted to it, wanting to see it grow, wanting to feel it react to her touch.\n\nHe moaned, then smirked, both surpised, and enjoying the elfs newfound eagerness. His shaft did indeed react, quickly growing to full rigidity and impressive, thick size before her as she slathered it with warm kisses. "Thats more like it, Whore." He said, with emphasis. "Taste it, lick it, suck on it. Thats how a lustful human whore would do. But you are better than a human, aren't you? That'd mean greedier, more lustful.." he encouraged her, while she could feel the taste of precum on her tongue. The taste of his shaft was amazing, something about it almost familiar, drowning out all potential worries of hers..\n\nRosalind loses herself in the taste. She licks the tip of his shaft gently, reveling in the glorious flavor of it, hands stroking his loin, feeling it rise before her, slowly moving her head forward until she takes the shaft in her lips and starts to suckle on it, tongue caressing it gently as she starts to bob her head, taking in more and more of his cock each time.\n\nShe nods to his words, lost in the rhythm. Greedy. Lustful. Needs cock. Wants it. Whore.\n\nShe takes the whole thing in her mouth, pumping it, needing it, kneeling there [[in lustful bliss.]] \n\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +3>>\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +1>>\n<<set $innocence = $innocence -7>>

<<set $obediance = $obediance +3>>\nShe smiles and nods without really listening as he speaks. "Yes, directions, hmm. Everything has a place, yeah." She furrows her brow and tries to concentrate but... what is she concentrating on?\n<<set $innocence = $innocence -2>>\nOh, right. Rosalind nods again. She was thinking of a fantasy, imagining it play out in her head. In the fantasy she admires Lord Nightsong, so rough and forceful. He tells her, "Now, take a sip of wine." She complies and drinks some of that lovely, delightful wine.\n\n"I agree completely, that's the perfect role for women. It just makes so much sense. In fact..."\nShe stands up and starts to walk over. When she gets there she stops, confused.\n\nThen her thoughts right themselves, and she remembers that fantasy. She smiles and kneels. It's okay, since it isn't really happening.\n\nHe smirks, and.. in the fantasy, looks at her, kneeling before him, gazing dominantly down upon her. He is in control. He will take charge. "Yes, well, it is only natural, isn't it?" he brushes a hand along her slender chin. Caressing her soft skin with two fingers, before suddenly gripping the back of her head, pressing her between his legs.\n\n"This is what women<<if $obediance gte 2>>, bimbo sluts like you<<endif>> are good for. Kneeling before their beloved husband, as they should, not thinking, not questioning, eager to drink his seed as their one greatest achievement in life." he smirks, then, suddenly, lets go of her, no, pushes her away.\n"But you aren't ready for that. For now, drink another sip of the wine. Thats good, deep, slow gulps. Let it tickle your tongue." he commands, handing her the wine straight out of the bottle.\n\nWow. The elf didn't know she had so perverted fantasies...\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +1>>\nRoaslind blinks slightly, putting her glass back down, blinking. Ventus meanwhile noticed her seeming slightly distracted. Good, he thought to himself, the addition to her food was working perfectly. He had given her a heavy dosage to .. get her started after all. "My lady, you seem a little exhausted from your travels, if you allow me to be so open. I recall you will be staying the weekend. Ceremonial decorum has time till tomorrow. Perhaps It'd be best if I were to [[Show you to your room]]?"

"You are NOT doing this for the.. haah.. first time." he.. praised? As he brushed a hand throug her hair, his thick shaft more than any elfish man could provide her with.\n\n"Alright, time for.. haah.. the truth." he comments, as she feels his length, thick, throbbing, dripping sweet, delicious precum upon her tongue... this taste, it drives her wild.\n\n"I enchanted my cum. I've been mixing it in your food ever since you arrived, in increasing dosages. The effect is simple, the more you drink the hornier and dumber you get, until you are nothing but a sex-hungry whore. Doesn't that sound amazing? Ah ah ah!" he gripped the back of her head, pushing her down, and his cock deep into her, the mighty shaft prodding at the entrance to her throat, dripping more precum. "No point fighting it now. Bop your head up and down. Suck yourself dumb. There we go. up.. and down." he guided her rythm.\n\nAs the precum hit her tongue and the taste drove her wild, her last shreds of resistance faded away. There was no resistance now, no pride. She was just a horny slut.\n\nThe princess helped it along, bobbing her head up and down on his delicious cock, feeling it rub across every inch of her mouth, drawing her tongue to taste every centimeter of skin and lick up every drop of that delicious, magical precum. With every taste she could feel big words escaping her, could feel her knowledge of the world falling away, all drifting in the clouds like... like, drifty cloud things!\n\nUp and down on his cock, up and down to suck herself dumb. Uppy downy, dumby wummy... if she could have spoken around his lovely, meaty shaft, she would have giggled. But she just kept sucking, to drain it all away, eager to taste his cum, eager to feel it on her skin, eager just to experience it.\n\n"Thats better." He encouraged, closing his eyes, enjoying the skilled elves lips upon his shaft.\n\n"So much better. Up and down. A good elf slut, conducting diplomacy the proper way, the way shes supposed to. Up, and down." he commanded, as she felt every thick vein of that cock, pulsating with eager need. Yet he still held on. Using her diminishing mental ability, her growing lust, to put some nice conditioning into her emptying head. "Up goes the dumb sluts head, so light and empty.. and down goes the dumb sluts head, so hungry for cum. Up and down, and dumb and horny.. Thats it.. haah.." he moaned..\n\n"And because your head is so dumb and empty exept for your desire for sex, I can put some thoughts in there, to fill the empty space, you wont mind, right? You are in love with this cock. Its just normal for a woman to be in love with the cock of a man she admires. You want to suck yourself dumb. Sucking makes women dumb, and men happy. Perfect!" he grinned. \n\n"Haah.. I.. I'll .. hmnn..f.. faster.. up with the cum, down with the thoughts. suck on it.. Gonna.. yes.. gonna cum.. haah.. You know, if you keep doing this, I might fall in love with you, and you, with my cockk, as is proper" he suggested, and then ordered.: "Come on, now, give me a show!" He moaned, as the elf felt him erupting, so thick and strong, making her so horny and stupid. She... [[Played with this cum, letting the taste empty her head slowly as he watched.]] [[Quickly swallowed, then pulled out to adore and cuddle to his shaft as her eyes grew duller.]]\n<<set $arousal = $arousal -5>>\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +7>>\n<<set $innocence = $innocence -4>>\n

\nShe was lying on her bed, .. well, she presumed it was her bed, because it was pretty and pink. Infact, everything around her was kind of pink-tinted, the room, the floor, the vanity, even the mirror showing the happy, pink, empty eyed Before her lay a diary.. must be hers, as the writing was all big and she could read it easily. The open page said. \n\n'Today my boyfriend let me pretend to be an elfish princess! It was totes cool. I got like too tired though, pretending to be smarts is way too much work! I got to suck his cock lots though, so it was like.. ok. I guess.'\n\nAs she tried to read on, a small notecard fell out of the diary, which seemed to be important. She knew that, because it said 'important!' on it.\n\n'//Important//\n\nHello my dumb elf slut, writing this just in case you forget it, writing this in case you forget again, you are rather bad at remembering anything nonsexual, but thats what makes you loveable.\nYour diary was full, so we got you a new one. I copied your To-do list below.:\n\nStuff I need to do and not forget again!\nMorning: \n-Wake up early, then make myself look pretty for my master for at least an hour. Remember to put on your collar and enslaving jewelry.\n-Wake him up by sucking his big yummy morning wood away, like any good girlfriend would.\n-Put on maid outfit, clean the mansion like a good servant.\n\nAfternoon:\n-Finish maid stuff, ask if Ventus wants to fuck you. If he doesn't, am allowed to masturbate, but only if I giggle my brains out first!.\n-Make dinner. \n\nEvening:\n-Do whatever your awesome master wants of you. \n-Write in diary.\n-Inhale some awesome mushroom spores so you can stay dumb and happy.\n\nMm... boyfriend's cock... sucking forever... wha?\n\nOh! She giggled and realized she was awake. Silly Rosa. Everything was so pretty and pink and cute! So she had to be in like, her room. She looked at her diary and thanked herself for writing it so big, though she still had to stumble over a few words.\n\nAw, her boyfriend let her pretend to be a princess, and then let her suck his cock! That was so nice of him, she should really thank him by sucking his cock some more. He was such a great boyfriend.\n\nImportant? Oh, that must be important!\n\nAw, he called her his dumb slut! She blushed and giggled at his compliments. She looked at the stuff she clearly needed to do.\n\nSo... Rosa should make herself look pretty! Of course! That's what good girls did for their boyfriends, after all.\n\nIt was important she took her time, so she started off with a long shower, feeling the water glide down her sexy form and giggling. Her soap was shaped like her boyfriend's cock, and it was just so hard not to put into her mouth... but she could settle for rubbing it lots, teehee! Once she was all nice and clean, she sat down in front of the mirror and started applying her makeup.\n\nNot too much, of course, because Ventus didn't like it when she wore too much, so just the right touches; eyeshadow, bright lipstick, a little mascara, and a few touches there and then she was done! She blinked at herself and giggled; she looked so pretty!\n\nShe made sure to brush her hair in long curls, because her boyfriend loved cumming on her hair. Then she put a bow in it and started putting on her outfit.\n\nRosa's lingerie was, of course, absolutely amazing and pink and gorgeous, and only covered a tiny bit of her like, under areas, because why would she hide her sexy body from her awesome boyfriend? Next came her frilly dress, which was just so adorable and girly and PINK! She stretched out in it, admiring her body as she did, her exposed cleavage and stocking-clad legs.\n\nThen came her heels, tall and pink and kinda like, hard to walk in, but that was okay because her boyfriend liked it when she wore them so it was good!\n\nOnce all that was done, she could fiiiinally get to the good part! She eagerly opened her jewelry box and put on her necklace, letting out a warm sigh as she felt it take away her ability to disobey her boyfriend. She was a good girl, so she'd never do it anyways, but it was just such a relief to know she couldn't disobey at all. Next came her earrings, which instantly made her soooo horny she just wanted to fuck a chair. But only her boyfriend got to decide when she came, because he was so much smarts-ier than she was.\n\nAnd finally, her favorite thing... her collar. She practically orgasmed as she put it on, feeling its waves of obedience, submission, and pleasure override her entire body. Immediately she saw her boyfriend's cock in her mind's eyes, and giggled. She needed to suck it off to wake him up, [[like any good girlfriend would!]]

The elf's body was coated in white, cum staining every inch of her form. Dripping from her wide open mouth, covering her aching breasts with nipples erect. She laid there, mindless, furiously masturbating in the absence of her tentacle friends. Lust. Lust was all she knew.\n\nWhen her lover, her master, came, she could only moan, "Horny... so horny..." Her mind was gone. Slush. All that remained was lust and obedience, obedience to the man who could sate her lust.\n\n"Ah, thats what I like to hear, not a princess anymore, are you? Should I address you with your proper title what do you think, your highness?" Ventus couldn't help but mock her at least a little, but .. he had greater plans, grinning at the sight before him, he opened his robes, presenting his semi erect shaft. "Here, the true purpose of your existance. \n\nAnd while you suck it, let me teach you a few things. You see, to be a good, useful slut to me, and get to suck this cock a lot, you'll have to act in certain ways. You'll have to memorize to say a few things, pretend you are not just a horny slut whos only purpose is to turn other elves into horny sluts too .. after sucking and servicing my shaft of course. Don't worry though, your head is so empty, we'll easily find some space to put what I need you to do, wont we?" he smirked, awaiting her answer.\n\nThe slut nodded slowly as she crawled towards the shaft of her new god, that glorious rod. "Yes... Lord Nightsong..." was all she managed before she darted for it, wrapping her lips around it eagerly and caressing it with her hands.\n\nShe would obey anything he told her. She existed for his cum, and if she had to pretend to be something else to do that, so be it.\n\nSucking and servicing. [[All that mattered.]]

<<if $arousal gte 15>>She stared.\n[[She would forgive him, alright.]] Actually [[she'd not forgive that arrogant human!]]<<endif>>\n<<if $obediance gte 15>>\nRosalind giggled and twirled around in her pretty dress. She was going to look so good for Lord Nightsong! She makes her way to the study and curtsies upon arrival.\n\n"Forgive you? Forgive you for what?" She giggles again and looks around idly. Unbidden, one of her hands rises to start twirling a strand of hair. "I should be thanking you for this lovely dress! You got it for me, right?"\n\nShe just feels so nice and tingly, so warm and happy. Underneath it all she still feels a bit horny, but it isn't important. It's more important to just live in this moment, because it feels so good and she has no idea why.\n<<if $obediance gte 20>>Driven by instinct she barely understands, she moves closer to him and almost hangs off his shoulder, smiling at him dazedly. "Here, let me show you I truly mean it when I say I forgive you." With that, she pecks him on the cheek, a quick kiss and a happy smile.<<endif>>\n\nShe looked at him for a moment as he answered:\n"Actually, there is something to forgive me for. Not the spill earlier, but you see, I haven't been quite honest with you."\n\nHe tipped his chin, then smiled to the elf. "I actually want to teach you about the values of just letting a man be in charge. You seem open to it, so let me be honest. I think all women are just dumb, horny bimbos that will be so much more happy when they are taught their place. I will help you find your place... and then, well, perhaps you can help me show some other folks." He didn't want to share the full extend of his plans, yet. An elfish princess, under his control.. the things he could do.\n\n"Just look at yourself. You look happy, eager, definitly enjoying yourself more than when you arrived, are you not? You look like a real princess." he smirked.. "Come on, don't you just feel like letting go and giggling a little?" he encouraged. \n\n[[She wanted to disagree]]...[[but she suddenly couldn't help but giggle out loud!]]<<endif>>\n\n

Ventus Nightsong descended from a set of stairs leading up to the first floor of the mansion. He appears to be in his late twenties, early thirties at the most. While he wears a friendly smile, there is a hidden harshness in those blue eyes that the elfs perception can read out. She wouldn't quite call him 'mysterious' perhaps, but he does seem like a man that keeps his thoughts and secrets to himself, if given the option.\n\nHe is 6 feet tall, easily larger than the petite elf maiden, wearing a dark noble robe, and using a walking stick, that is very clearly for decoration rather than a necessity. The sharp elves eyes might detect an unusual design of the grip.. perhaps there is more to this than meets the eye. A wizards staff, or a blade hidden in the stick?\nOther than his size trumping most elvish males, he has a hint of a beard, not much, just a few days of not shaving. His dark hair almost shoulder length and, if Rosalind was here on bridal duties, she'd call him manly, compared to an effeminate elf male.\n\nHe welcomes the elvish woman with a traditional bow, though the noble in her complains that he should be bowing a lot lower, it isn't quite mocking, but it seems more a gesture of formality, than showing actual respect to her.\n\n"Lady Rosalind Sylwa. I hope the travel was not too unendurable. By all means, would you mind accompanying me? It is a beautiful afternoon and autumn day, I figure, you might be hungry after your long travel, some refreshments are in order. We cannot hold to formalities on an empty stomach now, can we?" he said, confident, extending his hand.\n\nObviously, straight out disagreeing would break several kinds of etiqutette, but this human seems to not quite understand his station. She is a princess, right? How will the elf chose to agree? Will Rosalind be [[reluctant]] or is she [[eager]], not minding his tone so much.

Ventus brushed a hand through her still slightly cumstained hair, grinning down, seeing no need to instruct her. "You are such a natural cocksucker. Good girl." he praised instead. "Hmnn.. thats good." he exclaimed contently, after giving her her meal, pulling close his robes, pondering.. "Suprise me. If you cook something I really like, perhaps I'll let you suck my cock as desert.. but right now your boyfriend has to work and.. recover a little, my little cum hungry bimbo." he praised.. that had to be a praise, yes? Her, while she could make her way to the well equipped kitchen, guided by his golem servant if she struggled to find the way.\n\nYay! Rosa loved it when her boyfriend was so nice.\n\nIt took her a few tries to find her way to the kitchen, but eventually she reached it and got to work. Eggs, and bacon, and more bacon, and then some toast, and orange juice, and all those scrumptious foods! She spent at least half an hour making sure everything was ready before bringing it out and presenting it with a curtsy, a shake of her ass, and a lean over so he could see her tits while she kissed him on the cheek, before kneeling down in front of him while he ate, smiling vacantly. \n\n"Looking good!" Ventus praised, either her, or the cooking, brushing through her hair. He munched, happily, looking down on her, hesitating. "Aww, you look so adorably dumb and pretty-pink, just like a good girlfriend should." he grinned, opening his ropes, his shaft growing semi rigid already at the display of her subservience. "Here, I'll replace the magic that makes you dumb and horny.. you're already perfect on that front, with a spell that makes my cum delicious, nutritious, and a little addictive. We'll make it so you wont want; or need to eat -anyhting- else soon.. because I love you very much." he presented his shaft.. then stopped her with a finger.. "Uh uh nuuuh.. What do good dumb horny bimbos say before their cock-meal?"\n\n[["Thank you sir!"]]

Rosalind blushes at his touch. <<if $obediance gte 15>>She yearned for it to continue.<<endif>><<if $arousal gte 15>>She yearned for it to be rougher.<<endif>>\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +3>>\nRosalind raises a hand and shakes her head profusely. "No no, it's absolutely my fault, I am so sorry for ruining this. I would love to get changed though, yes, anything to get out of this soggy dress. I should return to my room." \n\nVentus decided it was time. <<if $obediance gte 15>>The elf had been.. recipient to his attempts so far, after all.<<endif>>\n"Well, what are you waiting for! Get out of the dress!" He grabbed at it, and started opening it up. He was careful, yet determined, and within but a moment, before she could protest much, he pulled it off of her. "Here.. Take this as apology." He smiled, then put a pink, beautiful necklace around her nude neck.\n\nSuddenly, she wasn't all that worried about losing her dress anymore. What was the harm? She was nude, and pretty in her nudity.\n\n"Now go upstairs, and put on something pretty and pink for me, alright?" he encouraged.\n\nShe <<if $obediance gte 15>>happily<<endif>> obeyed and [[went back to her room.]]

Ferin is a world of magic, wonder, and lush nature. Elves, Humans, Dwarfs and Beastkin have an unsteady alliance against orcish and demonic forces threatening to invade their world. The Beastkin, wild, ferocious, strong, but simple of mind, often making for slaves, even for the civilized races. Dwarfs, with their ingenious craftsmanship, but lack of magical talent, Elves, wise magic users, but pacifistic, the ferocious and primal beastkin, often enslaved in the past, and finally Humans, inventive and adaptive, with cunning wit all united against a common foe.\n<<set $innocence = $innocence +100>>\nVentus Nightsong is one of the human nobles that has chosen to work closely with another people, the elves. The second son of a relatively small noble family he nonetheless provided a larger elvish kingdom with enchanted weaponry to help defend against an orc attack.\nAs a thanks a noble envoy will be sent out to him, bearing a present of respect and gratitude, an elvish princess, said to arrive soon.\nVentus smiles at the thought, looking out of a window of his small mansion. He is looking forward to this, as he has some lewder plans for the royal beauty.\nHis golem-servant is waiting for the elvish Vehicle, instructed to assist with all luggage as necessary. Ventus himself looks outside of a window, half hidden from view. He wonders [[what the elvish treat about to arrive will look like...]]\n

Rosalind shrinks back, though notably she does not run or squeal. "That sounds a bit... extreme, Lord Nightsong. I'm not a human woman after all." She didn't leave his proximity, but she did seem to move away slightly.\n\n"Not that I don't forgive you, of course, I just think you're acting a little... rashly." For some reason she couldn't make herself mad at him - though she also couldn't quite agree with the things he was saying. \n\n"Hmnn.. I see.." He pondered for a moment. "Prove it to me then, prove to me that human and elven women truly are so different." He nodded. "The dress looks great on you, by the way." he smiled, then laughed.\n\n"How about, 'you must overcome mine challenges three.'" he suggested.\n\n"A test of Mettle, a test of skill a test of wits, isn't that how it usually goes?" He winked. "But, I'll add a twist, in each of the challenges you'll also have a chance to prove that you are just like a subserviant human woman as well.\n\nFor the first test,.. prove that you can do the duties of a human woman, a maid, for.. lets say an hour, without giving in to any base lusts, and I will concede. best two out of three?" he smiled.\n\nIf Rosalind took his challenge, the golem servant lead her off, presenting her with a skimpy maid outfit, a pair of earrings to match... well this wasn't too bad.\n\nUntil she saw the final piece, a pair of panties, with a thick rubber dildo in the front. The golem stoically informed her, anticipating her question. "This is what all human maids wear. You are up for the challenge, right? For your people." Obviously this was a lie, but the masters instructions were more important to the golem than accurate information. [[It looked at the elf]]

Something about the tip of his shaft tastes.. really nice, as he brushes a hand through her hair, gently. Just a gesture of friendly respect, of course,.. right?\n\nHis shaft, hidden again in his robe, grew rock solid when he saw the elf beauty, and moreso, her eagerly following his shaping of her habits. "Well, the cultural idea is simple.. in human society, men are the ones taking action, while women encourage and follow them. .. what is more encouraging than a nude beauty by your side?" he laughed, but gave her a long, decidedly longing glance. "What will we eat, oh.. well, I told my servant to pack several things.. would you like.."\n\n[[Some delicious pudding!]] or [[a colorful, exotic fruit?]] or [[Grapes?]]

Rosalind blushes at the indignity, and her embarrassment keeps her from objecting immmediatly.\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +5>>\nAnd yet with his help she shot straight and true, a miracle considering the difference in their heritage.\n\nHe was so impressive, so unique. Such a fascinating human.\n\nShe continues shooting, and lets him keep guiding her the whole time. A part of her relaxes into his hands, letting him guide every shot.\n\n"And another hit.. and another! You are doing well!" He cheered, his hand wandering lower slowly, at the lower of her back.. was that part of the stance?\n"With a mans guidance only you can achieve greatness. I wonder why you elves don't follow that principle. Now, relax, focus on the target.." With the next shot, she felt his hand on her ass. "Just follow my guidance. Good girl."did he really just say that? It made her feel so warm...\n\nShe [[Protested against the petting]] but perhaps she should [[Let Ventus pet her]]

Painslut nodded happily as she sucked away, slurping up seed and gobbling down cum. Painslut was happy to be in her proper place. Painslut was happy to suffer for master, because suffering for master was pleasure.\n\nPainslut kept sucking as he talked, and enjoyed the feeling of all her thoughts disappearing. It was good for painslut to not think. Painslut was bad when she thought, a very bad girl. And bad girls were punished. Or was that not punished? Did it matter?\n\nVentus petted his painslut.. roughly, of course, just the way she liked it.\n\n//And thus, the tale of Princess Rosalind ended. Soon trained as an elite assasine for the human warlock and marked with unholy runes that sealed her fate as.. well, painslut forever, she became a dangerous force at his every beck and call, pale, bloodlusty, and virtually immune to pain in combat she became his enforcer, and his plaything alike, as he struggled to take over the elvish kingdoms, using a magical clone that looked just like the princes, but was far more.. agreeing than she had ever been. \n\nHe did find himself several real princesses, her siblings, actually, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of finding out in just how many sweet ways he could make his favourite toy scream(or moan) anew every night.\n\n~The End~

<<set $obediance = $obediance +1>>\nShe followed the golem outside, only to see an archery range, with targets.. far off in the distance. For her elvish eyes it wasn't too bad, but anyone that could hit such a target must've been a master shot!\nLike right now. An arrow impacting a target, Ventus, the shooter, noticing her arrival announced through the stomping golem steps. He seemed almost casual, flinging the bow over his shoulder.\n"Ah, princess! I trust you[[Rested Well?]]" he inquired <<if $arousal gte 10>>, though Rosalind almost felt as if he was checking her out.<<endif>> <<if $obediance gte 10>>His voice calm, confident, giving her the impression she couldn't have possible have had a bad nights sleep in his mansion.<<endif>>

<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +2>>\n<<endsilently>>\nRosalind frowns as she takes his hand, slowly yet gracefully rising to her feet. "I would not mind terribly, Lord Nightsong, no, but I'm afraid I must insist we use proper titles. It is justified decorum, especially for such a mission of diplomacy as this. You understand, yes?" Her smile is professional and courteous, but there is a vein of confusion and affront in her eyes.\n\nInwardly, she was far less composed. Already things were breaking away from proper etiquette and all the established ideas she'd been taught, and that was not good for her. She needs that level of professionalism, that proper attitude to it all, if she's to stray so far from elvish lands. \n\n"But of course Highborn Princess Rosalind of Sylwa. If I may say, you seem a little nervous." The baron responded as he gripped her hand a little tighter, leading her along. The elfish princess can't help but find herself torn. On the one hand, he complied with her request. On the other, he was now almost pulling her towards the dining room. It was like she had taken a step forward, only to have him guide her to take two steps back.\n\nThe Baron led her down a beautiful corridor, then let go of her hand with a flourishing gesture, indicating a dining table. Befitting elvish quisine it seemed mostly vegetarian, a light salad, though there was also dessert, something sweet and jiggly looking. Ventus stepped aside, aquiering some of both, however, he stood before the salad, the elf by his side subtly guided to take the sweet seduction of the [[Pudding]]\nObviously she could instead reach out and grab [[the salad]] but the jiggly mass looked tempting to say the least. She'd never see such a thing at royal court. Would she really not take up the offer of this delicious [[Pudding]]?

<<silently>>\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\nShe is kind of curious about her meeting with the human noble. She was always interested in other races and when she saw him, from a distance, observing his weapon delivery to the elvish kingdom she found him kind of... handsome. Well, of course he is far below her league. But humans had a rough, exotic beauty to them for her elvish eyes. \n\nRosalind smiles with genuine delight. "I shall thank him for his warm welcome, and I intend to return it in kind! Ah, the customs of humans."\n\nRosalind follows the golem in and nods at the semi-opulent surroundings. "It's a nice demesne, certainly. I love the chandelier, don't you agree Calswell?" The butler nods with quiet reservation, used to the distractions of the Princess Sylwa. She smiles at him and finds a comfortable place to sit.\n\nA thousand thoughts run through her head as she waits. Having grown up sheltered and atrociously rich in the royal halls above stormy Altiras, Rosalind has never faced adversity and never expects to. Educated in the ways of learning but not the ways of the world, such a thing so remote and alien as a human mansion fascinates her. She is ready to see the world, but uncertain of what to expect. Human culture is so strange compared to elvish culture - what with their gender roles and higher class dynamics, and their incredible propensity for violence.\n\nBut whatever may come, she looks forward to it. The world is larger than the halls of her beloved palace, and today she will find out just what awaits in that great wide world. As\n[[The Baron arrived]]

"Alright, listen up. We both know that you are nothing but a dumb whore, that fantasizes about my wonderful shaft as soon as you close your eyes, but .. I'll have to make you pretend you are an elfish princess. Lets see.. ah!" he cooed, gripping the back of the elves head, forcing her deeper upon his shaft.\n\n"Let's start with.. 'how do you respond when people ask you about your master' I want you to memorize this response, and vary upon it, as necessary. Once you put it in your empty head, you may climax as reward.\n\n'While I had my reservations, Lord Nightsong was respectful of elvish traditions, but also had some innovative ideas. We ought to invite him soon, I think we can benefit from his advice." He smiled down to his slut.. "Just suck harder, and climax if you understand." he encouraged.\n\n//And thus, aided by a vigor spell he cast upon himself earlier, wisely, Ventus 'educated' Rosalind. While she still had her useful memories, her ability to form new, independent thoughts that were not related to sexual activity was all but nonexistant now.\n\nAfter a day of indepth conditioning, and a long bath, Rosalind was ready to return to her people, a thick, rubber toy, shaped exactly like Ventus penis, launched deep inside her pussy secretly, keeping her 'calm' \n\nUpon returning, she gave the report Ventus wanted her to give, carefully crafted to be believable, but still glorfying him. While she rushed to her private chambers, locking herself in, and masturbating furiously, fantasizing about Ventus cock, the queen of the elves already prepared a letter inviting the man that her daughter had so whole heartedly recommended.\n\nWhen he arrived, he was quickly whisked away to the private chambers of Rosalind, where he rewarded the princess for giving him details about all the elfish defenses and their weaknesses, as well as several artifacts, with.. of course, his magnificent cock, the only reward the slut elf wanted, and needed.\n\nWith the help of a few.. allies, interested in elfish slaves, and several members of the royal court having become his secret slut playthings, Ventus easily completed his plan turning the elves into a race of beautiful, obediant slavegirls, keeping their royalty as his own personal harem.. exspecially his first little favourite, Rosa-slut. \n\n~The End~

<<if $arousal gte 11>>Rosalind didn't appreciate that sly look, but was too distracted to directly indicate such.<<endif>>\n<<if $obediance gte 10>>Rosalind smiled at his confident voice. "Of course."<<endif>>\n\n"Nothing more than a slight dream troubled my sleep." Of course, that dream still troubled her, the heat making it hard to muster all her thoughts in perfect order.\n\n"Oh, relax, a bout of archery should calm your senses."\nHe suggested, indicating the targets and letting her chose bow and arrow. Truth be told, the targets were far away, and with her distracted state.. she barely managed to hit the target.\nHe chuckled, drew, and shot .. dead centre.\n"Here, let me show you the trick." He suggested. In truth, he had used enchanted arrows, homing in on the target, a spell only working for him. This elf needed to understand her place.\n\nHe stepped to her side, helping her align the shot, guiding her stance. "A little more balance in your lower back. Thats more like it."\nA human teaching an elf how to use bow and arrow... [[It was so humiliating!]] Actually, no, [[It made her angry, she will proof herself!]]

"Hmnn, yummy!" He said, watching her slurp on the erotic, exotic fruit/Suckle on the pudding/ate another grape. "You're looking so sexy like that." he praised. \n\n"I mean, you look sexy anyway, but.. oh just look how your eyes sparkle with happy obediance. You like being told what to do. You want to be dumb, and happy, and obediant, not smart and unhappy and disobediant, right?" he smiled, thrusting two skillful fingers in and out of her helpless pussy slowly now. "It says that Rosa doesn't think so much on her own anymore.. lucky Rosa.. no more headaches and worry, right?" He continued his naughty, forceful conditioning.\n\n"You don't like to think for yourself.. its so much work. You don't like to work. You like to be horny and obediant. and the more you obey, the less you have to think for yourself. Isn't that awesome?" He smiled, opening his robe up completely. \n\n"Now, I think you'd like some yummy dessert. All women love their yummy dessert, you know. It helps them be good obediant, giggly bimbos.. in other words, the perfect girlfriends. You don't have a boyfriend yet, do you? Well, perhaps you could be mine... you'd only have to do whatever I tell you. Would you like that?" He lured her further into obediance.\n\nRosa was nodding along now, eyes glazed over, lost in the haze. She was sexy, horny, obedient, happy. "No worries... no thoughts... just obedience... wonderful obedience... bimbo... perfect girlfriend..."\n\nHer whole body was quivering with desire and obedience, desperate to please Ventus, desperate to do whatever he said. She jumped at the chance to shout, [["Yes, yes please, please tell me what to do!"]]\n

The dress is making her even hornier, and it's driving her wild. That tightness, that pressure, that rising heat... mmm, she wishes she had a free moment to just cum it all out.\n\nRosalind struts her way to the study and strolls inside, tossing her hair. She sighs at the lord of the manor and says, "Yeah, I guess. Whatever. I like this dress, so I can sort of forgive you for today. Just, be less like that in the future, would you? I want this to go well for both our nations. Maybe we should start over, blank slate." Ventus eyes narrowed at this non-apology.\n\n"Your arrogance.. alright, I tire of this, I wanted to take my time, gently train you, form you into a good plaything, but it seems I got the wrong princess." His eyes grew hard. "The dress you wear has several enchantments, one is called.. [i]lock up![/i]" Suddenly, she was unable to move her body!\n\n"You will serve me, but with your continued defiance.. there is only one way to properly train you to serve me. I'll break you.. Don't worry, you'll come to love the pain."\n\n[[Try to Struggle]] or [[Glare and curse]]

Rosa looked with an uncritical gaze at the offered food, deep in... well, not exactly thought, but more like a vague blissful sensation that made it hard to focus.\n\n"Grapes are one of my favorite foods. Do you like them, my lord?" With a devious glance, she suggested, "Perhaps I could feed a few to you?" \n\n"Oh you want to give me a treat? Thats so nice of you." he laid back upon the blanket, smiling up to the nude elvish beauty relaxedly. "Alright, feed me the grapes, with your mouth. But as added difficulty, lets play a little game. With each grape I want you to think of something boring, or annoying, like.. oh I dunno, political problems, social norms of you elves, all these BORING things, and whenever you pop the grape over into my mouth, you also pop that thought right out of your head. I bet you can do it." He lifted up the grapes, making sure Rosa didn't have too much time to think about just what she'd be doing in her blissful state. "I bet it'll be so funny!"\n\nSuddenly, Rosa felt a caressing touch on her pussy, Ventus hand first cupping it, then slowly pinching her clit between two strong fingers. \n"Oh, we have this fun little eating game among humans, you know, with girls like you being all nude, and showing off their bodies for the men. If a man can make a girl he's eating with climax before the meal is finished, that means she'll want to become his dumb, obediant bimbo girlfriend." he spread her lower lips open. "Of course thats just superstition, but wanna try?" he smiled, enthusiastically.\n\nRosa smiled and nodded at the brilliant idea. Gently, she lowered her mouth to the picnic basket, eyes lingering on Ventus's cock, before picking a single grape with her mouth and bringing it to him. As she brought it close to his face, breasts on display, she thought of the hostile political climate in the north, the warring bands currently-\n\n*pop*\n\nShe blinked a few times. What? What was she...\n\nRight, grapes! She tucked another one into her teeth and brought it to his face. In elven culture, this would be a horribly humiliating experience that-\n\n*pop*\n\nShe was... feeding him grapes... just keep feeding him...\n\n"Hmnn, yummy!" He said, as he ate another grape\n[["You're looking so sexy like that."]] he praised.

Rosa looked with an uncritical gaze at the offered food, deep in... well, not exactly thought, but more like a vague blissful sensation that made it hard to focus.\n\n"Oh my, such a fascinating fruit. So fascinating."\n\n"The strangest thing, isn't it? It looks so phallic. Some say it formed that way, others claim it was magically created.. I do happen to know that the latter was the case. Either way, it has a hard shell, but is full of delicious juice, here, let me teach you how to eat it." he lifted the kind of banana shaped fruit with its thick tip to the elfs lips. "Say aaaah and look happy and airheaded!" he encouraged, pushing the fruit past her lips before she could respond, slowly pushing it in and out of her mouth, guiding her hand, to make her pleasure herself with the exotic fruid-dildo, a thick, sickly sweet taste dripping from what almost seemed like a penis-tip. "Now too much of that juice is actually toxic, and will make you dumber.. but.. it tastes just that sweet, its kind of worth it, no?"\n\nSuddenly, Rosa felt a caressing touch on her pussy, Ventus hand first cupping it, then slowly pinching her clit between two strong fingers. \n"Oh, we have this fun little eating game among humans, you know, with girls like you being all nude, and showing off their bodies for the men. If a man can make a girl he's eating with climax before the meal is finished, that means she'll want to become his dumb, obediant bimbo girlfriend." he spread her lower lips open. "Of course thats just superstition, but wanna try?" he smiled, enthusiastically.\n\nRosa's eyes were riveted to the glorious fruit, fascinated by it. She eagerly opened her mouth wide, expression ditzy and eyes blank as she tried to wrap her lips around the fruit. Her hand, now brought to her sex, began to rub it gently, increasing with the tempo of the fruit as that sweet taste blossomed in her mouth, so lovely and rapturous.\n\nShe could feel herself weakening, her knowledge drifting, her ability to do so much as count threatened... but she just wanted to taste more.\n\nShe noticed his hand now next to hers, and eagerly nodded, increasing the rate of her own ministrations.\n\n"Hmnn, yummy!" He said, watching her slurp on the erotic, exotic fruit.\n[["You're looking so sexy like that."]] he praised.

Rosalind huffs. "Trick indeed!" She fires and fires, each time adjusting her stance and pushing him away. She will prove herself!\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +3>>\nAnd yet with each shot that she misses the heat and the anger only get worse, interacting with each other to make it impossible for her to shoot straight. At last she sighs and sets the bow aside. "Clearly I'm in a worse state of mind than I thought."\n\n"Now, now, don't be so harsh on yourself princess. You look rather frustrated. I personally find it strange that your nation even allows females, a princess, nonetheless, to train herself in the art of war. Perhaps thats why you are struggling so much, trying to fulfill a role not ment for you. You see, human women, well, their place is to serve their husband." \n\nHis eyes were still on her body. She could guess what he was thinking. <<if $arousal gte 13>>Worse, how could she disagree?<<endif>>\nSuddenly, without warning, he slapped her bottom, then raised his hands, innocently. "Why are you looking at me like this? A human tradition, if a woman doesn't do well, you give her a good spank to motivate her." Well, she couldn't just attack him over his traditions, could she? Still, how dare he?<<if $arousal gte 13>>The spank had made her bottom feel so hot...<<endif>>\n\nShe [[Protested against the spank]] but perhaps she just [[Let the spank happen?]]

Oh fuck, his cum was so yummy! She just wanted to take it all in, just suck on her lollipop forever.\n\nThe moment he pulled away she whimpered and flailed, whining as her treat was taken, staring up with empty eyes and an eager, cocksucker mouth. But then she stilled for her boyfriend, because he told her to and she was a good girl.\n\nAnd then mmm he rewarded her so deliciously! His seed staining her face and chest and hair, like being blessed with his divine radiance. His musk under her nose, oh fuck, oh his cock was so amazing, it was so hard to even think that she could barely respond. "Mmm yes, yes, yes please! Cock!"\n\nShe looked up at him with sad, hungry, empty eyes, but as he cummed on more of her hair she purred at his treatment of her - he was such a good boyfriend covering her in his cum.\n\nRosa wanted nothing more than to keep sucking his gorgeous cock forever, but like a good girl, an obedient girlfriend, she quickly went to making the bed, tucking in the covers and fluffing the pillows, making sure it looked lovely and pristine for her amazing boyfriend.\n\nThe moment it looked, like, good, she ran over to him and knelt down, eager for her reward, opening her mouth wide.\n\nhe chuckled at her eagerness, as well as swift work progress. It seemed the elf had been throughoutly enslaved. "Such a cute, cockhungry expression you have now.. " he mused, having meanwhile gotten dressed, well, mostly. He patted her head, leading her over to his shaft, letting her do the work, as he put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her forward. "I really shouldn't complain though. Such a good girlfriend I have, always eager, happy and hungry for my cock. Alright, have your breakfast, then make me mine." he orderd, his shaft hard, strong, and manly before her.\n\nMmm yes, she got to suck more cock! Boyfriend was so good to her!\n\nRosa greedily slurped away at his throbbing length, taking it all in and rolling her tongue around to reach every part of that delicious manmeat, wanting nothing more than to stay there forever. She worked his shaft, bobbing her head up and down as her hands caressed his thighs and crotch, until she felt it pulse, and quiver, and then that godly seed poured into her mouth, the delicious taste of cum all her senses could register.\n\nInstinctively, happily, hungrily, she slurped down all of it and swallowed every single drop, keeping her mouth on his cock and rolling her tongue around until she was absolutely certain no yummy cum was left to eat, and his cock was perfectly clean.\n\nRosa sighed as she slowly let his cock slip from her lips, staring mournfully at it for a moment before brightening up as she looked up at her boyfriend with those docile eyes. "What should I like, cook for you, Ventus?" [[She giggled.]]

The slutty princess giggled. It wasn't even a choice - how could it be? She knew exactly what she wanted.\n<<set $obediance = 100>>\n<<set $innocence = $innocence -15>>\nCock.\n\nShe grabbed the collar and put it on with brutal speed and efficiency, and the moment the clasp rang shut her mouth darted back to that gorgeous, pulsing, manly cock before her. She had one purpose in life, and it was a purpose she intended to fulfill as sluttily as possible.\n\nThe collar snapped into place, with the finality of a choice irreversable. Ventus grinned at her.. progress. "Haah.. your lips on me.. so good, but, stop." the slut-princess found herself stopping, as he closed up his robes.\n\n"Stand up, follow me.. naked of course. You'll get to suck my cock again soon enough, but first, we have to make sure your head is nice and empty, so I can put in what I need for my plans." Expecting her to obey.. and even if she wanted, she'd find herself unable to do anything but that now, he lead her out of his study, along a hallway, tilting a portray.... ooh a secret passageway, winding downstairs opening up here? He winked, as he took her hand, in a mockery of a gentleman like gesture.\n\n"Down here is a little.. pet, slash, experiement of mine. Lets say it has the same properties as my cum. It'll fuck you for a few hours, until we are sure you are nothing but a brainless slut that I can tell to do whatever I want.. doesn't that sound awesome?" he promised, as the elf could see some.. slithering? Motion [[in the darkness below..]]

<<silently>>\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +2>>\n<<endsilently>>\nRosalind smiles and gracefully takes his hand, rising to her feet. "Indeed not, Lord Nightsong I believe it was? Thank you for the warm welcome, and the lavish environment. It's like being home already. Please, do lead on."\n\nIt was almost nice to have a more relaxed sense of etiquette. With elvish nobles it was all so stiff and formal; it was nice to drop the elaborate titles sometimes.\n\nAnd of course, as her stomach growls at her, it will be nice to get something to eat as well.\n\n"Oh, do feel at home." With the elves almost eager compliance Ventus grip grew a little more confident. She had an impression of being lead along by him almost. It wasn't too bad.\n\nThe Baron lead her down a beautiful corridor, then let go of her hand with a flourishing gesture, indicating a dining table. Befitting elvish quisine it seemed mostly vegetarian, a light salad, though there was also desert, something sweet and jiggly. Ventus stepped aside, aquiering some of both, however, he stepped to the salad, the elf by his side subtly guided to take the sweed seduction of the [[Pudding]]\nObviously she could instead reach out and grab [[the salad]] but the jiggly mass looked tempting to say the least. She'd never see such a thing at royal court. Would she really not take up this delicious looking [[Pudding]]?\n

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Clearly she'd imagined the 'good girl' - perhaps her dreams were invading the waking world. She was happy to hit the targets, but a part of her felt he was getting a little too handsy.\n<<set $innocence = $innocence +2>>\nBut no need to make a big deal out of it. Rosalind just laughs and lightly says, "My strikes are true, I admit. But I'm not certain how your hand on my rear affects the shot." With a polite touch she moves his hand aside.\n\nAnd then she kind of misses that hand.\n\nVentus shrug-smiled. "I'm sure you will understand in due time, princess. For now.." before he could go on..\n\nThe golem servant arrived with a few snacks, interrupting the nobles banter. It also brought two glasses of wine, .. that delicious wine. Rosalind turned, her dress swirling, the golem misstepping onto it and.. *CRASH*It stumbled, catching itself, but splashing a big gush of red wine, all over the elves dress! She was wet, it was ruined..\n\n"Oh no! You stupid automaton! What did I enchant you for!" Ventus chided it, steadying the elfish princess, his hand on her bottom again <<if $obediance gte 15>>and that was so nice<<endif>> <<if $arousal gte 15>>but sadly, he didn't spank her...<<endif>> as he caught her.\n"I apologize.. do you want to get changed?"\n\nThe elf: [[cussed at him and the golem]] on second thought.. [[It was kind of her fault..]]

Threatening or offering, Rosalind could no longer see a difference.\n\nShe was lost to the pain and lust intermingled. When her upper body was freed she merely grasped her lord's thighs and sucked harder, wrapping her mouth around his glorious cock and rubbing her tongue stud against it, reveling in the taste and in the pain with each strike of the whip against her skin and the rubber outfit.\n\nShe thrust her chest out, eager for the studs, eager for more pain, eager to be transformed. And she kept sucking, kept tasting. She started begging as she sucked, little scraps of words escaping.\n\n"Please... mmph... make... yours... pain... studs... want... please..." \n\n"Thats better now, isn't it?" He slowly, methodically pierced throuh her nipples with two long, sharp needles, cooing, squeezing her titflesh shorly, before slowly pushing a stud in the left.. then the right one. As they clicked into place, so did Painsluts new thoughts.\n\nShe was ment to be used and abused, ment to serve. She'd do anything for master. She sucked his cock with dedication, and as she tasted his hot sperm, she noticed it got harder to think. That was good. Painslut didn't like to think. It only wanted to do what master wanted, so it could feel good.\n\n"Shave her hair off. I think she'll look better with a few magical tatoos, plus we'll need it for her doppelganger." Ventus cracked the whip again, moaning as he emptied his mighty shaft into her, thick, sticky sweet seed for her to eagerly slurp up.\n\n"You don't mind, or, painslut? You are no use to me as princess, but as plaything and mindless, deadly assasin you'll be quite useful. Would you like that? Living through, and for pain.. and with every sucessful mission I'll let you suck your brain away again." He offered, with a nasty smirk. He didn't get the princess he wanted, but he did [[find some enjoyment.]]

Rosalind blushed at his words and murmured, "It's... incredible- I mean, it's an interesting design choice, Lord Nightsong."\n\nRosalind tilted her nose up at him. "A design choice I think is a bit ego-heavy of you."\n\nShe turns and begins dusting away, poring over every surface of the study. She leans down to dust the floor and lets her panties show as that dildo pumps into her, and as the duster's magic works its way through her body, causing her to moan. She brushes off a stack of books and says, "Really, have you never had m-maid service?" Her attempt at a rebuke is weakened by a burst of lust running through her head.\n\nShe could feel the duster, each feather against her sex, soft and warm, irresistibly arousing, drawing her to greater heights with each stroke- and yet she had to resist. She had to prove that she was better than a human woman.\n\nRosalind dusts off another surface, each mote of dust brushed off like a mote of lust building in her core. She moans again and steadies herself, looking back up at the lord of the manor and saying, "Looks like I have this one in the bag." He considered her words so far, then responded:\n\n"Quite correct, but you are allowed to be a narcisist, if you truly are capable, wouldn't you agree? Sure, it may sound arrogant, but what do you have to say against that thick, strong dildo in you? Doesn't a part of you want it to be the real thing instead, right now?" He said, almost daring her to disagree. She was clearly doing what he wanted right now, so perhaps he had a point. Of course, this was just to prove him wrong.. right? Something was happening, as her lust built higher and higher.. it got easier to dust, get lost in the task, not worry, or think about it so much. Perhaps if she stopped opposing him so much she could hurry and get this over with?\n\n"Yes, you are doing very good, I love your sweet moans, but you aren't [[quite done yet.]]"

The golem servant followed after the feisty elf as Lord Nightsong smirked. Yeah, she was a real bad girl, needing to feel that she was in charge. Well, until he was done with her she could have that feeling.\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +3>><<$innocence = $innocence -5>> \nShe finds a tight, fetishized rubber outfit in her room, already draped over her bed. It looks.. a bit extreme, more like something a dark elf would wear, but not too bad. Thats when she realizes that apart from a corset like core piece, while it covers a lot, the dress is for the most part actually made out of see through rubber, putting her body on slightly glossy display for the entire world.\n\nShe starts to question what is going on, but then that stupid golem is back, offering her more drinks and food.. yeah, she'll show this uncivilized human whos in charge. She eats and drinks ALL the golem has. That'll teach him. Next she puts that dress on.. hard.. and tight. It's very tight infact, so much so that she wonders how she'll get out of it again later.. But who cares! The way the rubber grips her breasts and displays her cunt.. she is such a bad girl. Now she'll show that asshole his place!\n\nThe golem servant bows. "Princess, Master awaits you in the study when you are changed."\n\nAs she makes her way to the small private study, lead by the golem she can feel the new dress tingling on her skin.\n\n"Ah, you look lovely." Ventus greets her, standing up from a chair.[[Do you forgive me for earlier?]] he inquires, with a winning but.. somehow demanding seeming smile..

Rosalind smiles dimly. Glassy eyes? What does that mean? Probably something good, since he called her beautiful! Her smile widens at the compliment.\n\nShe cheerily trundles off to prepare the tea and carry it. She takes the items from the golem with a certain eagerness, but restrains herself as she carries it out to her lov- to Lord Nightsong.\n\nShe starts with the hot water, carefully taking it to the Lord. It was difficult as she maneuvered through, but she eventually reached there and set it down. Then she went back for the two mugs, grabbing them both and taking them carefully over to the table. The clock was ticking, but she had to make sure she didn't spill a single drop.\n\nRosalind returns for the tea and brings it, arriving and readying herself for the pouring. Her hands are unsteady, nervous now that she's so close to victory. Drip, drop, splashing into his mug. And... done! She wipes a bead of sweat off her forehead, relieved to have successfully completed the task.\n\nExcept... she still has her tea, and she's running out of time. Her hands even unsteadier she raises the tea to pour, but some splashes out. She covers her mouth in horror and looks to the lord.\n\n"Well, what are you waiting for." The Lord sternly commanded. "Lick that up. It's what a proper female would do." he commanded, and with her having failed, there is not much she can say in opposition...\n\n"Don't worry though. It's propably the sweet smell that distracted you from your task." Indeed, the tea did smell nice, and as the elf complied, licking it, it tasted wonderful too. Her own a lot more than his, actually.\n\n"Well, 1 for 1, but its alright, you can still win, and prove you are not just a dumb, obediant bimbo... But a dumb obediant bimbo slave!" He grinned, and before she could object, continued. "The trial of mind. its simple, a few questions. Answer a majority correct, and you win!\n\nBut first, relax, have a deep, good sip of the tea. Lets see, first question. Can you feel the tea make you [[dumber and happier?]]"

An Elven Tale

Rosalind nods and quickly starts lapping it up like a cat. She giggles a bit at how silly she feels, but keeps up her maidly duties, determined to prove her dedication to being more than a human woman. It was so nice and wonderful, so warm, it was... wait, what was warm? What was she...\n\n"...bimbo slave..."\n\nShe blinks a few times and looks up. "What did you-"\n\nBut she's cut off. So she nods and sits down, and takes a long sip of the tea.\n\nAnd she... teehee. She likes it. She wants to drink more of it, so she does and it tastes like, really good! She grins and drinks more, and then frowns pitifully at the empty cup. A snap in her face brings her attention back to the present and she hurriedly replies, "Oh, um, yes, yes I can!" She grins and giggles - she should be embarrassed for not paying attention, but she's just too happy to!\n\n"Princess Ro.. Mind if I just call you 'Rosa'? So much easier on the tongue." Ventus observed her. "I must say, you elves do have one advantage over humans, quite the skilled, naughty little tongue. I bet thats of great use for diplomatic missions." He grinned.\n\n"Thats great, isn't it? But, right, the trial, some hard questions for my little Bimbo-princess." he grinned, suddenly, leaning down, to open up his pants? Presenting his shaft, above average length, not too long but so... thick. It was rather impressive. Wait, shouldn't the elfish princess be indignant, or something? but what first came to her mind was the smell.. It was just like the tea, just.. so much better! She wanted it. He sat there, spreading his legs slightly, confidently displaying his semi erect manhood before her.\n\n"I'll tell you more about this soon, but first a hard question for your trial.. Do you want to suck my cock, like a good princess should?" He smiled a winning smile. "Thats not just a human thing, right? Oh, wait, perhaps you haven't served a male properly before. All women love sucking cock." Well, this seemed like an easy question with him giving tips. Hah! She could win easily, "I love sucking cock, duh!" She grinned.\n\n"You won! So amazing! Alright.. guess you win your prize, a deliciuos picknick outside. I'll carry the basket." The Princess tried to think for a moment if that had really been her price but.. her head was too fuzzy to focus on that. She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully as he took her hand, tugging her along. She just.. followed, too busy trying to gather her thoughts to think about the way... "Whats the matter my dear,[[are you discontent right now?"]] he inquired, smirking at his enthralled elf.

His hand grew bolder, cupping, squeezing an asscheek as he commented: "That feels good, doesn't it? You should put the bow away, show off your ass instead. Use what you are good at." He took her hand, guiding her to put the bow away with his other.\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +6>><<set $innocence = $innocence -5>>\n"Perhaps you should follow my lead instead. You're doing so much better this way." His hand continued to rest on her bottom, unafraid, massaging it softly.\n\nThe golem servant arrived with a few snacks, interrupting the nobles banter. It also brought two glasses of wine, .. that delicious wine. Rosalind turned, her dress swirling, the golem misstepping onto her dress and.. *CRASH*\nIt stumbled, catching itself, but splashing a big gush of red wine, all over the elves dress! She was wet, it was ruined..\n\n"Oh no! You stupid automaton! What did I enchant you for!" Ventus chided it, steadying the elfish princess, his hand on her bottom again <<if $obediance gte 15>>and that was so nice<<endif>> <<if $arousal gte 15>>but sadly, he didn't spank her...<<endif>> as he caught her.\n"I apologize.. do you want to get changed?"\n\nThe elf: [[cussed at him and the golem]] on second thought.. [[It was kind of her fault..]]

Well, a little forward of him, but perhaps that was just human culture. And with the butler dismissed - probably already gone, heading back to the palace - she might as well get to know the few people she'd get to talk to for the weekend.\n\nShe dug into the food a bit more, loving the taste of it. So unique, so foreign. It played havoc with her thoughts. With a reorientation of focus she says, "What's to tell, really? Born to the royal family of Altiras but not first in line for the throne - I'm sure you're familiar with the custom of patriarchal lineage, something borrowed from human culture I believe. I have superb education, proper etiquette, and I have seen all the lavish luxuries of the elvish courts. And..."\n\n<<if $obediance gte 2>>She blushes. "Well, to be honest, this is all quite exotic and mysterious. I don't quite know what to do with myself." She smiled idly at him.<<endif>>\n\nVentus chuckled. It was almost as if the elf was trying to sell herself high... make herself look like a valuable slave for him. Not that he hadn't already made up his mind to buy the goods. Well, not exactly buy.\n\n<<if $obediance gte 2>>"Perhaps you just need to find the right.. directions to follow." He suggested, before addressing her concerns further.\n<<endif>>\n\n"Yes, though, what is so wrong with the patriarchal system? It works for us, and to be frank.. well, don't you think that women sometimes should know their place, <<if $obediance gte 2>>know to follow a mans guidance<<endif>>?"\nIndubitably the liberal elf wanted to protest against this, but it was hard gathering her thoughts. As Rosalind continued eating the food her head felt more and more fuzzy. She had the strangest fantasy as Ventus spoke on. "I'm a powerful warlock, you know. Men are kings, and generals. Women.. they should please their husbands dilligently and bear childs and suck their boyfriends cocks off." yes, she was definitly imagining things.\nIt was propably the unusual situation, and something about this rough, yet handsome male.\n\nShe could almost see him command her, order her to have a deep sip of the wine, and then kneel before him.\n[[But she shook herself out of that strange fantasy.]] ... [[no, actually she found herself indulging for a moment..]]\n

Rosalind giggled. It was a silly thought to -not- forgive him.\n\n"In fact, is there any way that I could do something for you, Lord Nightsong? I appreciate what you've done for me so much!" Rosalind batted her eyelashes and dipped her chest instinctively, exposing her cleavage without even noticing.\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +3>>\n"Something you can do for me.. Hmnn.. Yes! I want you to go on a picknick with me." He smiled.\n<<set $innocence = $innocence -8>>\n"Not as princess, and lord, and whatnot, but,.. just as woman, let your duties rest for a day, what do you think.. Rosa." He smiled, giving her a nickname, extending a hand "There is a beautiful mushroom forest nearby, I often use it to gather components.. a little lonely perhaps. My servant can pack us a small bag... infact, one might already be prepared" He smiled, suddenly pulling her hand up, kissing it. "If you'll give me the honor, my lady?" She smiled, bowing her head, indicating consent.. and right after:\n\nHe nodded, suddenly, opening his robes, .. presenting his thick penis before her? He seemed completely nonchalant about it, then raised a brow, acting suprised.. "You elves do that right? A man kisses a girls hand, she kisses his shaft, before they head out or part? It's human tradition." He insisted.\n\nRosa smiled and nodded. She was surprised at his next action, but... it made sense. She gave a nod and knelt down, bringing her face close to his - delicious, mmm lovely-smelling - cock and giving it a light kiss... lingering for a moment, but managing to bring herself back to her feet.\n\nIt tasted strong and manly, he nodding, courtly taking her hand, after closing his robes again, leading her out of his study, gesturing to his servant. "I must say, pink is just lovely on you, Princess Rosa. Nothing against your regal attire, but this much more emphatizes your feminine beauty. Anyway, is this your first contact with a human up close? You seem a little tense. Of course I can't just expect you to do whatever you are told, as a human woman would know to, but.. let us meet half way, Princess? I daresay, you don't seem too unhappy with our traditions.".. he retrieved a packed basket his servant had prepared, apparently a while ago? Leading the princess down a corridor, outside, to where the arrow shooting range was, then, heading on left, following a small, mostly natural, overgrown path.\n\nAs they continued their way, a slightly.. indeterminable smell started to permeate the air. Rosa couldn't quite follow why, but she felt more.. agreeable? As if she might say things without thinking first, if only because that was easier, so much less work. She found herself not worrying much at all, as the pair approached a small forest. "I know it may sound insulting to you when I tell you that women aren't smart enough to decide things, and that you should let a man make the decisions, but, answer me this princess, [[are you discontent right now?"]]

With that she began to dig in, seeking to ease her tension by sating her hunger first.\n\nThe golem waited patiently for her to finish. Rosalind couldn't help but marvel. This breakfast, simple as it was, also tasted AMAZING. She found herself chewing the bread till it turned sweet, swiveling the water in her mouth, noticing a slight scent to it that she couldn't quite determine.. was it perfumed? She could ask Ventus about that...\n\nShe found herself even licking the dish a little, before remembering just who she was, royalty, that is, and stood up, ordering the golem to leave her. It complied without troubles, letting her dress..\n\nHuh. She could have sworn she packed a dress more.. Well, as long as she didn't have to change suddenly, all would be well still. A human noble had no use for an elfish dress, so her, or rather her servants forgetfulness was the only explanation.\n\nOnce dressed, she, accompanied by the golem, leading her down the beautiful mansion, and a corridor of paintings, made her way, presumambly to the archery range.\nShe could [[Follow along quietly]] or [[Question the golem a little about its master.]]

Rosalind couldn't help herself, her face shoved right into that musky, meaty shaft. The pain continued to course through her body, but now the lust was building again, trying to destroy all thought in her head. He commanded her to open her mouth, and she ardently refused.\n\nThen came his hand, and her nipples ached with pain and lust, and she couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth to scream- and then came his shaft right into her mouth, that warm, fleshy cock invading her orally, forcing her down. It tasted like more of that musk, rich and earthy, warm and hard but soft and like skin.\n\nAnd she could taste the precum. She could taste every drop, every horrible- no, every delicious drop. The pain and pleasure, the pleasure and pain, the pleasure and pleasure was all that existed as he pushed deeper into her mouth and she couldn't stop herself from moaning around his shaft, couldn't stop her tongue from rubbing against it, from trying to rub the silver stud against his cock.\n\nHer eyes were starting to glaze over, and she was practically leaning forward trying to stuff the rest of his cock in her mouth. \n\n"Now then.. lets see.." he smirked, and twirled the whip again, letting it crash down upon her rubber clad skin, barely protected as heat.. and pain, .. and lust? shot through her body.\n\n"Its starting to feel better and better, isn't it? Soon you will beg for the kiss of the whip." he snipped, and she could move her body again, well, her upper body at least, she was still locked in a kneeling position. That was when the golem servant returned.\n\n"Keep sucking, slut. I want you to learn that pain, and pleasure, is all the same for you now." the whip cracked again, urging her on. "The nippple studs."\n\n"But master." the golem cautioned. "If you pierce her through the dress it.." "Yes, it will be hard to remove, if she manages to at all. Thats the point. A painslut doesn't need to wear anything but rubber.. Perhaps we'll cut some nice holes into it for.. things I'd like to access later, but for now.. "These studs are also enchanted. They'll help you accept your masochistic self, painslut.. you want them? Lick and suck harder!" he commanded, threatening with.. or was it offering? The whips touch once more. [[As he watched her.]]\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +10>>\n<<set $innocence = $innocence -10>>

[[Look At The Elf]]\n

Rosalind only has time to put on a nightgown before falling into deep, primordial sleep.\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +4>>\nIn her dream she is acting improperly. She rests on her bed, her elegant nightgown splayed, her fingers slowly massaging her aching sex. A heat pulses through her body, and she only knows how to relieve it one way. And so she rubs back and forth, playing with her clit, building that pressure towards glorious climax. So close now.\n\nA knock on the door shatters her reverie and she looks up with a panic. This is not proper decorum, and she can't -\n\nAny time she might have had to salvage the situation is lost as the Lord of the manor sweeps in. He looks down at her with a certain disdain and clicks his tongue as he shakes his head. "How humiliating for you, relieving yourself so basely. And in my own house, staining my sheets. What nerve."\n\nA blush settles on her cheeks. She's been such a bad girl.\n\nShe couldn't find the words to respond, and to her embarrassment couldn't stop herself from continuing. With another shake of his head Lord Nightsong walked over and grasped her hands with his own. "No, no, no. That will never satisfy you. But... I can. Do you want that?"\n\nIt was an insane, lewd, inappropriate thought. But she didn't have much choice in the matter as her heat threatened to consume her. <<if $arousal gte 10>>And... he actually looked quite handsome.<<endif>> Maybe it wouldn't be so bad - it isn't like she's sacrificing anything. "Yes, Lord Nightsong. I want it,... please!"\n\nHe smiles. It is a cruel smile, but one that evokes not fear in the viewer but rather a kind of respect. He sharply commands:"Beg for it."\n\nRosalind's blush deepens. <<if $arousal gte 10>>"You can't possibly expect me to-"<<endif>>\n\n<<if $arousal gte 10>>Like lightning incarnate he flashes forward and covers her mouth. His deep gaze penetrates her own and turns her thoughts to mush. He steps back as her haze gets worse.<<endif>>\n\nWith a gulp and a nod, she says, "Please, my lord. Please, I beg of thee, set to rest my inflamed passions."\n\nHis smile becomes a smirk, and then his hands reach for his pants. He slowly sloughs them off to reveal his cock, and she knows in that instant that she needs that cock inside of her, she needs-\n\nRosalind wakes with a gasp, and a blush. Her hands are at her sex, and she quickly removes them. She dreamt of... she dreamt of... she doesn't remember, and she has no desire to think of it.\n[[Meanwhile...]]

<<if $obediance gte 15>><<endif>>\n<<if $arousal gte 15>><<endif>>\n\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +10>>\n<<set $innocence = $innocence +10>>\n\n\n<<if $arousal gte 20>> <<endif>>\n\n<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\n<<endsilently>>\n<<if $normalend eq "yes">><<endif>>\n\n<<set $arousal = enslaved>>\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 10>>\nc 2016 H.T. Deva\n

The second spank was harder, and sent a warm, lustful, and slightly painful sting through the elf. "You missed.. bad girl. Try again." and another spank. Her bottom was on fire. This mans closeness and treatment of her wasn't helping her arousal at all, well it was actually helping her arousal quite a lot, but not her calm down. "I don't think they are that different." He said.\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +6>> <<set $innocence = $innocence -5>>\n<<if $arousal gte 15>>As she missed yet another arrow, almost on purpose now, Ventus grinned. "Perhaps your males just don't know how to put you in your place." He considered, and suddenly took the bow away from her. "I think we have wasted enough arrows. My poor servant will struggle to retrieve them at this rate."<<endif>>\n\nHer failure to suceed at something she is supposed to be good at makes her feel meek and inferior...\n\nThe golem servant arrived with a few snacks, interrupting the nobles banter. It also brought two glasses of wine, .. that delicious wine. Rosalind turned, her dress swirling, the golem missstepping upon her dress and.. *CRASH*\nIt stumbled, catching itself, but splashing a big gush of red wine, all over the elves dress! She was wet, it was ruined..\n\n"Oh no! You stupid automaton! What did I enchant you for!" Ventus chided it, steadying the elfish princess, his hand on her bottom again <<if $obediance gte 15>>and that was so nice<<endif>> <<if $arousal gte 15>>but sadly, he didn't spank her...<<endif>> as he caught her.\n"I apologize.. do you want to get changed?"\n\nThe elf: [[cussed at him and the golem]] on second thought.. [[It was kind of her fault..]]

Rosalind smiles dimly. Glassy eyes? What does that mean? Probably something good, since he called her beautiful! Her smile widens at the compliment.\n\nShe cheerily trundles off to prepare the tea and carry it. She takes the items from the golem eagerly, carrying as much as possible at once. Though it isn't precisely graceful, she makes her way to the table and begins setting up. A few moments later and after rushing back to grab the tea, she's ready to pour, confident in herself.\n\nShe dips it to the mugs, pours- and immediately spills some of the lord's tea. She winces, and that causes her to spill some of her own. She fills them both up, but she's managed to fail majorly on both accounts.\n\n"Well, what are you waiting for." The Lord sternly commanded. "Lick that up. It's what a proper female would do." he commanded, and with her having failed, there is not much she can say.\n\n"Don't worry though. It's propably the sweet smell that distracted you from your task." Indeed, the tea did smell nice, and as the elf complied, licking it, it tasted wonderful too. Her own a lot more than his, actually.\n\n"Well, 1 for 1, but its alright, you can still win, and prove you are not just a dumb, obediant bimbo... But a dumb obediant bimbo slave!" He grinned, and before she could object, continued. "The trial of mind. its simple, a few questions. Answer a majority correct, and you win!\n\nBut first, relax, have a deep, good sip of the tea. Lets see, first question. Can you feel the tea make you [[dumber and happier?]]"

Of course she obeyed; she was just a slut, and he was a man.\n\nShe stood up and followed him, shaking her hips so that her naked body was on display as she moved. She wanted that cock, she needed it, and she would do whatever he told her in order to get it.\n\nThe princess giggled and nodded her head at his words. "Yeah, totally!" A dim, fading, dying part of her screamed out in fear... but it was drowned out by lust.\n<<set $innocence = 0>>\n"Well, then, just go on. Don't resist... you'll enjoy it, my slut." He commanded, giving her a little slap on her bottom, sending her onwards. \n\nWithin the darkness.. it was hard to make out, but it seemed to be some sort of creature. She felt something curling around her legs, her arms, violently plucking her up, but becoming much more gentle if she didn't resist, a smell, almost like her masters semen coming off of the thick, rubbery things grabbing at her body.\n\n"I'll be back soon.. You'll get plenty of nurishment." He smirked, as she felt a thick, bulbous, almost penis shaped tip push and prod against her pussy, then one against her backdoor, and several nuzzling up to her cheeks, almost like pets, until she opened her mouth, prompting them to thrust in and drip their mind melting, arousal increasing precum. As the creature started roughly thrusting into the elfs petite body Ventus laughed slightly. "This may be overkill, but you know.. I like my favourite sluts without the ability to protest or disobey."\n\nWith that, Ventus left, leaving her in the darkness, thick, strong tendrils holding her, thrusting into her, climaxing.. disappointngly quick, actually, blowing thick, strong loads of mind melting, slut making cum.. but as soon as they climaxed, their cum dripping out of her, the next pair of tentacles took their place. One small, almost gentle one rubbing up to her ear, before also depositing its naughty load, thick, sticky warmth dripping up to make her brain slosh [[in slutty obediance.]]\n\nVentus returned several hours later, after both his pet, and the by now semen coated elf had had their.. fill, checking on his sluts progress. "How are you feeling my whore?" he inquired.

What was this feeling? This lust burning through her even as she was used so inappropriately!\n\nInwardly, Rosalind quailed at her fate, terrified. But outwardly she could only glare and curse his name. "Damn you, Nightsong!" She didn't bother trying to escape.\n\nShe didn't think it was possible - his magic was too strong, his cunning too great.\n\nShe knew it would only give him satisfaction and raise her own burning lust.\n\nHe just smirked at her glare. "Oh come on" He snipped, and she dropped to her knees, violently. "You'll like it." With that, he stripped out of his robes. Suddenly, a distracting, strong, manly musk permeated her nose. "Let me explain why you feel so..odd. I enhanced my cum. The more if it you drink, the less you can think and the hornier you get. I guess the only way a slut like you gets off is by being whipped into submission, but lets try this .. the NICE way.\n\nStick out your tongue."\n[[Do it.]] [[Do not]]

She shouted enthusiastically, almost jumping upon his shaft. He moaned ever so slightly as he felt her skilled, soft lips once more wrapping oh so eagerly around his manhood, giving him a happy, dumb, and horny smile.<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\nHe couldn't help himself, something about her dull, yet eager expression, the way she suckled wantonly on the tip of his shaft, it both made him rock hard, and love his newly obediant elf slave. Of course she'd never know or understand she was a slave, to her.. this was just a normal relationship.\n<<set $obediance = 100>>\nThe elfish bimbo princess giggled again, before having the shaft thrust into her mouth. "Hush now. When my cock is in you, theres no need to think on your own, alright?" He smirked, as her warm, wet tongue caressed along his manly meat, her head bopping up and down.\n\n"No thinking.. just cock. No worries, just happy sucking. Sucking makes you dumb, and dumb makes you happy. So happy." He encouraged her. "Up and down your head goes.. up and down, until you are so dumb and obediant, you simply do whatever I tell you."\n<<set $innocence = 0>>\nHe moaned, his shaft twitching, she smiling eagerly, expecting more of his wonderful cream. "I love you. You may climax now, my sweet girlfriend." he praised, and her body shook up in violent orgasm as he gave her more of his cum to drink down.\n\nIn the coming days he'd train her more, shaping her into his perfect bimbo-dreamwife, making her wear his enchanted jewelry, do arousing, humiliating, and brain draining things, until she was just perfect, always horny and compliant. After that.. Well,.. even his beloved knew how happy she was, bad at thinking for herself as she had become. How come all the other elfish maiden in the world didn't get to be this happy and dumb, what was fair about that?\n\n//And the elf served her master happily ever after. Although Ventus had originally intended to enslave all the elves, his new loving bimbo made him change his plans.. he just loved her so dearly, and she was so devoted to him he couldn't justify abandoning her.. he just kept her, and kept on conditioning her, until she was his, and his alone, eager, obediant, thinking only what he wanted her to think at all times.\n\nYou reached the 'True Bimbo wife' Ending, the final Ending of this little short story. I hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned to my blog, Pervyfantasyproductions.blogspot.com for more naughty stories!//

The dress is rubbing against her, driving her wild, that horny feeling building as the heat and the tightness and the mmm... she needs to masturbate furiously, but she doesn't have the time and that just makes her lustier and angrier.\n\nRosalind forces her way into the study and turns up her nose. "I think it'll take more than a dress for me to forgive your transactions, human." What was with her today? Normally she was so reserved and softspoken, but now...\n\nShe allowed herself a minor concession. "Perhaps if the rest of the day goes well, we can get back to diplomacy, and the fulfillment of my envoy here." \n<<if $arousal gte 15>>And maybe she'd get spanked again for being a bad girl... mmm. "I think we've both been a bit... bad."<<endif>>\n\n"Well then, .." Ventus leaned back in his chair, a winning smile on his lips. "You are a princess after all, I better make appeasements, My lady.. what do you have in mind, for me to, .. forgive you." Even while acting all subservient, he positioned himself confident, in charge. \n\nHe knew exactly what the elf was thinking about. He could see it in her eyes. Plus, with the drugs he had given her, it was not hard to guess why she looked frustrated. But perhaps she was just a little too innocent to know how to.. indulge in her desires? Maybe he could give her another nudge.\n\n"We are alone here. You could order me to do whatever you wanted... I might be forced to fulfill most things, and never speak of them again, lest I risk cutting my good ties with the elvish kingdom.." he added on, playing false humility, looking at her, presenting his strong, rough frame, tempting her to 'claim' it, letting her think [[she was in charge.]]

<<silently>>\n<<endsilently>>\n<<if $obediance gte 3>>\nRosalind wasn't quite sure why, but ever since arriving her curiosity had gotten her positively suprised. There was something about the Baron, well, for a human.. <<endif>>\n\nRosalind was also quite surprised to see the strange jiggly mass, and took some for her plate. "What is this strange food?"\n\nIt was always interesting to try new things.\n\nVentus smirked inwardly. The elf followed his guidance, and fell for the temptations of human society all too easily. She'd be his sex slave in no time. He indicated a chair opposed to him and smiled.\n\nThe Jiggling food had a green texture and was semi see-through, with just a slight milky tint. It tasted sweet, and exeptionally delicious!\n\nRosalind started to feel a little warmer. A lot warmer, actually. Well, she had been traveling the cold road before, and perhaps the kitchen was close, its warmth permeating into the dining room? Rosalind wanted to think further, but was distracted trying to discern just what deliciousness was reaching her taste buds.\n\nVentus, sitting opposed to her smiled, knowingly, as Rosalind, feeling plagued by a hunger for more, reached to add more food to her plate. Had the travel left her that hungry? Or was it that //delicious// cooking? She had to give the humans credit for this, if nothing else!\n\n\n"[[Tell me a little about yourself, your Highness]]." he invited.

<<set $obediance = $obediance +10>>\n<<if $whip is 0>>The musk overwhelmed her, gaze locked on his form, trying to see beneath his garments to what lay beneath. "No..."\n\nFear and lust mixing in parallel, Rosalind sticks out her tongue and cries out in pain at the silver stud locking into place, piercing her tongue. "What did you do to me!?" Worse yet, she can't cower back thanks to his accursed dress!<<endif>>\n<<if $whip gte 1>>Panting, broken, Rosalind could only stick out her tongue, pain and lust overcoming all reservations. And then another blinding flash of pain as the silver piercing came down, but she could say nothing, do nothing.<<endif>>\n\n"It's a simple kind of magic.. honestly, A precaution." With that, he presented his thick, strong shaft before her, snipped.. and.. The elf felt forced to lean forwards, rubbing her face against his penis. "I'll get you addicted to the pain, but first, we'll have to fuck out some of your resistance. I wouldn't want you to try and bite me now, would I?"\n\n"Open up." He commanded, and, if she didn't comply immediatly, he reached down, roughly tweaking her nipples, only to push his shaft into her mouth, as she opened it for a soft scream. "Don't worry. You'll come to love the pain." He promised her, his thick, hard meatrod pulsating upon her tongue as he grinned down.\n"Servant, get me the piercings for bad girls." He commanded. "Can you taste my salty precum? Every drop, every taste, will turn you more into a pain-hungry whore. Sounds good, doesn't it?" He grinned again, as he [[Slowly pushed deeper into her helpless mouth]]\n

Rosalind only has time to put on a nightgown before falling into deep, primordial sleep.\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +6>>\nIn her dream she's walking. She doesn't know where to, but she's walking down the halls of the mansion. It's a beautiful mansion, just like the beautiful wine she drank, and the beautiful man she's going to meet.\n\nOh! That's what she's doing, of course. Going to meet Lord Nightsong. <<if $obediance gte 7>>Going to submit.<<endif>>\nShe walks up to him on a balcony overlooking a garden and smiles down at the multitudes of elvish flowers. "They're very lovely."\n\nHe nods, then turns to her and says, "And yet not a single one can compare to your beauty, mademoiselle. Come, dance with me." He takes her hand and they begin to step in time, back and forth. He twirls her and her thoughts spin away with her. Next he lowers her down in a graceful pose. She smiles idly up towards him. <<if $obediance gte 7>>He smirks back.<<endif>>\n\nTogether they walk down from the balcony to the garden, where Lord Nightsong insists she smell the beautiful roses. She eagerly obeys and rushes over. <<if $obediance gte 7>>Obeying, complying... it makes her feel good.<<endif>> She takes a deep whiff of a pink rose... and... everything...\n\nThe Princess giggles and turns back to Lord Nightsong to stare at him... to stare into those gorgeous eyes... to lose herself in them. She stands there. She giggles again. She's doing something. She's not sure what. Rosalind was never very good at thinking.\n\nLord Nightsong steps forward and grabs her arms, pinning them to her sides. Softly, he whispers into her ear, "Then let me do the thinking for you." She nods and her smile widens.\n\nThen in a fluid motion he steps back and releases her, but his expression turns wicked - no, not wicked, certainly not. More... dominant. He commands, "Kneel. Arms back. Head down. Knees together."\n\nHeat flushes her, and she immediately complies, dropping to her knees and shoving them together. She bows her head and thrusts her arms behind her back. <<if $obediance gte 7>>Instinctively she pushes out her chest, and Lord Nightsong claps at the display. "Good girl." Warmth, more of that lovely warmth. She... is... a good girl. And she likes that. It feels nice and fuzzy.<<endif>>\n\nShe heard him approach, heard the rustling of fabric. She smelled... musk. A manly musk that drove her wild with need. "You love the smell of my cock. You worship that smell, don't you?"\n\nShe nods eagerly. "Yes, yes my lord."\n\nA rough hand grabbed her chin and softly raised it until her eyes were level with his cock-\n\nAnd she woke up. She mewls needily... she needs something, something that was so close... no, it was just a dream. Just a dream fading in her memory.\n[[Meanwhile...]]

<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\nShe is not overly interested in the human. She is of elvish nobility, even if not next in line. This is a favour, for someone that helped her people. \n\nRosalind smiles with crisp, strained rehearsal. "My gratitude for this welcome."\n\nRosalind follows the golem into the mansion and nods quietly at the surroundings. "My compliments to his lordship on the decorations." It wasn't anything like the court at home, not at all, but she was here to be polite, and she was't going to disappoint her family now. She maneuvers to a comfortable - well, sort of comfortable - seat and nods at Calswell. Her butler nods back and remains standing.\n\nA thousand thoughts run through her head as she waits. Having grown up sheltered and atrociously rich in the royal halls above stormy Altiras, Rosalind has never faced adversity and never expects to. Educated in the ways of learning but not the ways of the world, such a thing so remote and alien as a human mansion is a daunting reality she doesn't quite want to face. She is ready to see the world, but uncertain of what to expect, and takes shelter in the practiced professionalism drilled into her by countless etiquette lessons. And yet human culture is so strange compared to elvish culture - what with their gender roles and higher class dynamics, and their incredible propensity for violence.\n\nWhatever may come, she is ready. Hopefully all this will be over with soon anyways, and she can return to her home.\n[[The Baron arrived]]\n

The elvish carriage arrives with the grace and speed the elves are known for, precisely three minutes earlier than expected. It is a gilded and ornate thing, a true masterwork of design and purpose made of materials infinitely more lightweight than any of human construction. The horses are fae, lighter and faster than conventional horses, and they do so appreciate not having to drag a great metal behemoth. Rumor has it the elves pay thousands of gold coins to the dwarves for each carriage - no small token then.\n\nA suited elf steps out of the driver's seat and moves to the carriage door, opening it and bowing. Out steps the envoy, her fiery hair flowing in an early breeze.\n\nShe greets the golem servant when she notices it. "Greetings and golden fates. I am Rosalind Sylwa, a Princess of Altiras, here to deliver a token of good faith and thanks to Lord Nightsong." The butler handed the golem several bags likely containing the Princess's belongings. \n\nVentus observed the elf leaving with a smile, that had only a hint of greed in it. He will have this beauty. But for now...\n\nThe golem servant bowed, and responded with mechanical voice. "Your belongings will be taken to the guest room of the mansion. I shall guide you to it on demand, but first Master requested to meet you in person. He will bid you a warm welcome. I have been ordered to also welcome you." Golems, of course, lacked the emotional capabilities to do anything but intonate the words dispassionately and follow orders. It was amusing still, in a way. It also hinted at Ventus magical capabilities.\n\nThe Servant bows, and opens the entrance door. The Mansion, on first look is... definitly not shabby, exspecially by human standards. It's nothing too impressive compared to the Elvish court, but it has an oppulent design, without losing practicality. A chandelier with small mana crystals bathes the Foyer in a soft, white light.\n\n"Master will be with you soon. Please be patient, yet feel at home." The golem requested dispassionately.\n\nRosalind feels [[curious and interested]] or [[professional and uninterested]] about meeting The minor human noble.

What was this feeling? This lust burning through her even as she was used so inappropriately! Unable to move, trapped through some insidious magic...\n\nShe squirmed against her dress, but that only increased the warring sensations. And a part of her didn't try very hard. That only made her struggle further, pushing herself against it, caught between hatred and lust.\n\n"No, no, you can't do this to me, I am a member of the royal family of Altiras!"\n\nIt didn't help, she couldn't move her body, perhaps she needed to try some more. [[Try to Struggle]]\n\nShe could also give up, [[Glare and curse]]

Rosa looked with an uncritical gaze at the offered food, deep in... well, not exactly thought, but more like a vague blissful sensation that made it hard to focus.\n\n"I love pudding! Such a creamy flavor."\n\n"This pudding is made with an extra delicious special ingredient." He said, pulling a bowl out of the basket. \n"Now, be a good girl, hands on legs, legs slightly spread to display your pussy, open your mouth wide, and stick out your tongue, saying 'aaaah'" He instructed, as he fed her a spoonfull of pudding. "Now, swivel the yummy cream back and forth in your mouth a little, then gulp it down.. thats a good girl. Aaand here comes another spoon! It tastes so yummy, you just want to fill up your tummy, and empty out your head with the taste, don't you? Don't question that. Don't think about it. Just accept it. Eat another spoonful. It tastes so great.. Let me feed you. It makes you just want to giggle happily and eat more yummy things, right?"\n\nSuddenly, Rosa felt a caressing touch on her pussy, Ventus hand first cupping it, then slowly pinching her clit between two strong fingers. \n"Oh, we have this fun little eating game among humans, you know, with girls like you being all nude, and showing off their bodies for the men. If a man can make a girl he's eating with climax before the meal is finished, that means she'll want to become his dumb, obediant bimbo girlfriend." he spread her lower lips open. "Of course thats just superstition, but wanna try? You are rather beautiful, and thats really the only thing that matters, right?" He smiled, enthusiastically.\n\nRosa's body responded before her mind could even catch up, and before she knew it her legs were spread wide to show off her sex, hands resting at her sides, mouth open with tongue out, eyes twinkling and her body shivering with barely restrained obedient delight.\n\nShe took the delicious cream in her mouth and turned it over every inch of her tongue, soaking up the flavor and finally gulping it down with relish, immediately darting for another spoonful and another, needing more. With each spoonful she could feel her conscious thought slip away, all those naughty things like free will and independent thought.\n\nShe giggled and went for another. When he spoke of bimbos, she nodded happily, too unconcerned to speak her agreement.\n\n"Hmnn, yummy!" He said, watching her Suckle on the pudding. [["You're looking so sexy like that."]] he praised.

Rosa shook her head. "No, not at all. I feel perfectly comfortable." What had he asked? Why had she answered like that? Wasn't there something wrong here?\n\nNo... no, if there was something wrong she wouldn't feel so pretty, or smell that lovely air, or feel so happy to be with her man- she meant, with Lord Nightsong.\n\n"I am glad to hear that Rosa." He smiled, as they neared the forest, apparently the picknick spot he had lead her towards with her only semi consciously. Interestingly, it was a normal oaken forest, but some strangely colored mushrooms where growing there.. a silly image filled her head as she looked at a suggestively shaped mushroomhead.. what was she thinking about? And why did it seem like there was a bit of a purple-pink mist, close to the tree trunks, focusing on the mushrooms. If she had had the awareness of mind, she might notice a paralel to her pink dress and its dust too..\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +4>>\nHe meanwhile smiled, spreading out a blanket from his prepacked basket, holding her hand to help her step upon it, kissing it, and opening his robes to reveal his shaft once more afterwards. "I am glad.. oh.. well, if we talk about silly traditions, remember to sit down in a kneeling position." he suggested, putting down the basket, with various food and utensils, smiling. "It's a nice and warm day actually.. would you like to strip?.. oh.. hold on, that look in your eyes.. is that another culture thing? Human females usually strip naked before men they respect, if the situation allows it. I.. you don't have to, its a bit emberassing maybe, just.. a trusting gesture, nothing important.." he hinted, smiling still, unpacking the basket, seeming forthcoming and friendly.\n\nSuch pretty mist! Almost like her dress, but that was silly - dresses weren't mushrooms, obviously.\n\nInstinctively she repaid his gesture by kneeling down and giving his rich cock another soft kiss, this time taking more time to really taste the whole tip, before leaning back. "Oh, that's an interesting culture. Sure!" Rosa smiled and stayed kneeling, and started to shrug off her dress. "I trust you, Lord Nightsong." She slowly draped the dress off her form, coyly putting on a show for the man before her until the whole thing was in a neat pile next to her, and she knelt naked before him.\n\nShe dipped her head towards the basket and asked, [["So what are we eating?"]]

Rosalind had had quite enough of this. She turns to him with fury in her eyes. "I respect your traditions, Lord Nightsong, only so far as you respect mine! These childish antics are an affront to my diplomatic mission. I am not a human woman, so I do not expect to be treated like one!"\n<<set $innocence = $innocence +2>>\nShe turns her nose up at him, incensed. And yet that heat is still bothering her, still preventing her from rallying completely to her outrage. She wishes for relief...\n\nAnd she's mortified to realize that a part of her liked being spanked. It made her feel... sexy, desirable. But that... that wasn't how a princess should feel. It wasn't.\n\nShe takes a deep breath and lets it out. "My apologies for the outburst, but I am under severe stress and this clash of cultures is not helping it."\n\nVentus shrug-smiled. "Why are you so opposed to other cultures, princess?" but before she could answer...\n\nThe golem servant arrived with a few snacks, interrupting the nobles banter. It also brought two glasses of wine, .. that delicious wine. Rosalind turned, her dress swirling, the golem missstepping on it and.. *CRASH*\nIt stumbled, catching itself, but splashing a big gush of red wine, all over the elves dress! She was wet, it was ruined..\n\n"Oh no! You stupid automaton! What did I enchant you for!" Ventus chided it, steadying the elfish princess, his hand on her bottom again <<if $obediance gte 15>>and that was so nice<<endif>> <<if $arousal gte 15>>but sadly, he didn't spank her...<<endif>> as he caught her.\n"I apologize.. do you want to get changed?"\n\nThe elf: [[cussed at him and the golem]] on second thought.. [[It was kind of her fault..]]

<<set $whip= $whip +1>>\n<<if $whip is 1>>That musk, and the lust, and the fear all threaten to overwhelm her, but she holds fast and refuses him!\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\nAnd then the pain, the whips lash striking against her and the burning, furious pain erupting in her body. Tears began to stream from her face as she tried to cower away from him.\n\nBut she couldn't, and with that, the whip sang.\n\nThe worst part of it all was that the pain was starting to feel... erotic. It was starting to consume her, make her crave more. With each flash of pain it became more and more associated with lust, with pleasure. The two melding into one. It scared her... but it also drew her further.\nWill the elf give in now?\n[[Do it.]] [[Do not]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $whip is 2>>"Please please, no, please stop! I'll do anything!" Frantically she shoved out her tongue, only to recoil as it was pierced roughly. Rosalind's tears increased their flow as the horrifying truth of her situation finally dawned on her.\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +2>>\nVentus hesitated for but a moment.. then let the whip dance over her helpess skin once more.\nWill the elf give in now?\n[[Do it.]] [[Do not]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $whip gte 3>>\n"No! Oh please no!" Rosalind cried out but it did not stop the fall of the lash, the blinding spikes of pain rocking her body.\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +1>>\n"Oh merciful gods, please help!" Her pleas did nothing as the lash fell against her, her world becoming white flashes of pain.\n\n"You can't- agh!" Her curse was cut short by the strike of the whip, cutting into her and teaching her a proper place.\nThe worst part of it all was that the pain was starting to feel... erotic. It was starting to consume her, make her crave more. With each flash of pain it became more and more associated with lust, with pleasure. The two melding as one. It scared her... but it also drew her further.\nWill the elf give in now?\n[[Do it.]] [[Do not]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $arousal gte 100>>She tried to refuse him again, but the pain was too much, and her lust kept building. She numbly stuck out her tongue and said, "I'm sorry, please!"\n\nThe pain came, and it tore through her, but she was too broken to care.\n\n[[Do it.]]<<endif>>

She didn't trust the look of that food. Food wasn't meant to jiggle. Rosalind reached for the salad, idly smiling at the noble as she acquired her portions. "A delightful-looking salad, I'm sure it will taste just like home."\n\nVentus chuckled inwardly. A traditional elf. This one would be fun to enslave, and turn into his plaything. He'd even let her continue to pretend she was all high and mighty, for his amusement. He indicated a chair opposed to him and smiled.\n\nThe salad was of fine quality, and had a certain,.. spice to it. Rosalind couldn't quite decide what it was but there was something about it that did raise her interest, tickling her tongue. \n\nRosalind started to feel a little warmer. A lot warmer, actually. Well, she had been traveling, and perhaps the kitchen was close, with its warmth permeating into the dining room. Rosalind wanted to think about it further, but was distracted trying to discern just what salad spice was teasing her taste buds.\n\nVentus, sitting opposite to her smiled, knowingly, as Rosalind, feeling plagued by a hunger for more, reached to add more food to her plate. Had the travel left her that hungry? Or was it that //delicious// cooking? She had to give the humans credit for this, if nothing else!\n\n"[[Tell me a little about yourself, your Highness]]." he invited.

Lord Nightsong chuckled to himself, as he prepared some refreshments the golem was to deliver for breakfast. Sure, cooking was a womans job, normally, but for now, he had to compromise. He wasn't even too bad a cook, but what truly mattered, was him adding a dilluted version of his special ingredient. With the memory of the beautiful elf maiden still in mind it would be that much easier for him to .. prepare his special ingredient now...\n\n--- The Next Morning ---\n\nIt is a beautiful morning, albeit a little cloudy. The elf maiden awakens rather early and to an undeniable heat in her loins. She can't.. she shouldn't but.. the memory of that dream so fresh, so vivid. She just wants to touch her sweet loins. What'd be the harm?\n[[Do it]] or [[Fight off the urge for now.]]

"Hmnn, yummy!" He said, watching her slurp on the erotic, exotic fruit/Suckle on the pudding/ate another grape. "You're looking so sexy like that." he praised. \n\n"I mean, you look sexy anyway, but.. oh just look how your eyes sparkle with happy obediance. You like being told what to do. You want to be dumb, and happy, and obediant, not smart and unhappy and disobediant, right?" he smiled, thrusting two skillful fingers in and out of her helpless pussy slowly now. "It says that Rosa doesn't think so much on her own anymore.. lucky Rosa.. no more headaches and worry, right?"\n\n"You don't like to think for yourself.. its so much work. You don't like to work. You like to be horny and obediant. and the more you obey, the less you have to think for yourself. Isn't that awesome?" He smiled, opening his robe up completely. \n\n"Now, I think you'd like some yummy dessert. All women love their yummy desert, you know. It helps them be good obediant, giggly bimbos.. in other words, the perfect girlfriends. You don't have a boyfriend yet, do you? Well, perhaps you could be mine... you'd only have to do whatever I tell you. Would you like that?" he lured her further into obediance. "You just have to become a little dumber for me, think you can do that?" \n\nHe inquired, with a confident smirk, ready to lead her outside, to the forest behind his house, where a patch of naughty, magical mushrooms where sure to shape his elf-sluts mind. \nHer whole body was by now quivering with desire and obedience, desperate to please Ventus, desperate to do whatever he said. She jumped at the chance to shout, [["Yes, yes please, please tell me what to do!"]]\n

Rosalind can't afford to lose, so she forgets the distractions and focuses entirely on winning the task. It was easier now, easier to just dust, and so dust she did.\n\nShe moved around the entire study, her hands gripping that... rod of a duster, focused on her task. With each sweep her mind... her... her mind? She... she kept dusting. She dusted off each surface, knelt to dust the floors, bent over to reach hard - mmm, hard and solid - what was she...\n\nShe was dusting. She was cleaning, finishing the room, knowing that she could do it. Giving herself over to the process, proving she was more firm and resolute than any human woman!\n\n"And.. the time is up! Looks as if you made it, not bad.. how do you feel?" Ventus congratulated the elf.\n\n"Are you ready for task number two? Judging by that beautiful, glassy eyed smile of yours you are quite ready. You definitly seem more.. devoted than most human women I've seen, but theres still two more tests to come!\n\nNext up,.. show me your skill. A skill of balance. My servant will lead you to the kitchen. There, you'll help prepare some tea for the two of us, for the third trial. Remember though, you have to balance the tea, and not spill anything. If you spill any of -my- tea, you'll get a punishment, while, if you spill any of your tea.. why, you'll have to get more of it, and it does have a.. special ingredient." he grinned. "If you complete the task within ten minutes, you win, and we advance to the final round!"\n\nHe cheered, and gave the elf a pat on her ass as she was lead off by the golem servant to prepare some tea. His, and hers, with a bit of a strange sweet smelling, white milk added to hers, as per the golems instructions. Simple, really, apart from the fact that she had to carry the tea, the hot water, two mugs.. \nShe could try [[taking it slow]] or [[rushing, risking to spill things.]] to keep the time limit..

<<set $arousal = $arousal +3>>\nRosalind's heat threatened to consume her, that passion aching to be let free. It was improper, certainly, but a part of her didn't care.\n<<set $innocence = $innocence -3>>\n\nWith a heavy sigh she gave in and began to knead her loins, massaging her sex and rubbing her clit, building that heat higher and higher towards orgasm. <<if $obediance gte 7>>>Good girls touched themselves after all.<<endif>>\n\nShe needed this, truly. She was so close-\n\nAnd then the golem came in. She looks at him with embarrassed confusion and hastens to hide herself below the sheets. Awkwardly she nods along to his speech. "Um, yes, thank you. I, uh... yes, just put it down over there. Thanks for the um, for the food." Her blush deepened a bright red as she tried to salvage this situation. And it was only a golem!\n\nOh what she would give, what she would do, for a chance to finish.\n\n[[Know how to use bow and arrow?]]

Rosalind blushes at the compliment. She felt kind of guilty about being so reluctant - he was so nice!\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +2>>\nShe nods along as he describes the challenges. "Okay, that makes sense. I can do that, I know it!" She follows the servant until she sees the gear. She gasps at it. "What is this!?"\n\nShe gulps at the golem's words, but nods. It does make sense - if human women are subservient, it would make sense they would wear such subservient garb. She steadies herself and begins taking off her dress, disrobing. She doesn't know just how sensually she moves as she does it, putting on a show for an audience that doesn't exist.\n\nAt last she slides on the panties, moaning slightly as that thick shaft, that latex rod, that... mmm... what was she thinking of?\n\nShe shakes her head, determined to win this challenge, and puts on the maid's outfit and the earrings. "Okay, I'm ready."\n\n"You are not quite ready." The golem handed her a feather duster. Again, this one was enchanted, as it was used, she'd slowly get more aroused, as if every brushing of the feathers brushed her sex as well.\n\nAs the golem lead her back to the study, where Ventus still sat with a smug smile, it told her. "If you cum.. you lose." Of course, if she resisted the sexual urges long enough, the feather dusters second, more insidous enchantment would come to fruition, dusting off her mind instead of her sex with each stroke. Ventus meanwhile greeted her back.\n\n"Ah, hello, there you are... Looking good as a maid, could get used to that. You know, that equipment you have.. within you currently, is actually shaped after my penis. A perfect fit, isn't it?" he grinned charmingly. She could rebuke him, but, she should focus on cleaning the studies books, as the golem indicted, shouldn't she? Well, for now the elf had no choice but to clean for the nobleman. It was so demeaning for a princess, wasn't it?\n\n[[Focus on resisting her arousal by rebuking him.]] or [[Try to resist her arousal by looking at his books.]]

"Yes. You want to be Ventus girlfriend. He is so smart, so strong. You are weak. Pretty, obediant." He stood up, speaking to her.\n\n"Lets drop the pretense. You want to be my girlfriend, and learn all about human culture. So listen, and obey. Don't think about what you are told.. let it sink right down into your empty, beautiful head alright? Your Lover promises to take good care of you.. the only thing you have to do is not think about it. Can you do that for me, my sweet bimbo?"\n<<set $obediance = 100>>\nHe smirked, the elf finally becoming his. "Repeat after me. I want to be a happy girlfriend. Girlfriends don't think. They don't question. They just obey and look pretty. Thats their purpose. Thats what makes them happy. Being used by their boyfriends makes them happy." He smiled.\n<<set $innocence = 0>>\n"I think you'll make for a great girlfri.. wait.. ! You are way too smart! I bet you can even do simple math still! Thats no good.. I mean.. If you were willing to be a little dumber you'd make for the perfect girlfriend.." he hesitated, tempting her with a pause... She still had to catch up with what he had just told her, after all.\n\n"Yes.. all good girls are so weak.. too weak to resist any of their beloved ones commands, well, if they could think them through in the first place." He encouraged, then smirked with her begging in the end. Finally, she was his.\n\n"Aww, you are so cute.. Alright, if you want to be my girlfriend so badly.. I'll accept." He pointed to the trees. "I've used these mushrooms as part of my spells and for the pretty pink dust on your dress.. you like being pretty and pink yes? They affect only women, but profoundly so.\n\nI want you to fuck one of them. Go ahead, put it in your pussy, bathe in their pretty pink spores. You'll feel a little nauseous, as the mushrooms start to.. cure you. But thats normal. Just.. inhale the yummy spores.. you will feel an urge to giggle stupidly.. thats perfect. Follow that desire, unleash the happy bimbo girlfriend trapped in you.. and I'll give you your.. reward." He patted his, with her naked beauty before him, rigid shaft temptingly, indicating the mushrooms.. she was apparently expected to fuck them by herself!\n\nRosa nodded blankly, and rose to her feet.\n\nThe bimbo made her way into the forest, searching for the mushrooms, desperate for them, desperate to fuck herself with one of them. She inhaled, needing to feel the spores in her throat, needing to giggle stupidly...\n\nThe forest glade behind Ventus home has for several years been a place for his more secret experimentation, ever since he found a rare mushroom kind with a propensity for absorbing and storing magical energies used around them, allowing them to affect living matter. Infact, it has been the origin point of his enslaving cum magic, the potent magic with which he now enthralled the elfish princess without her ever realizing what was happening, until it was too late.\n\nIn the shadows of large oaken trees and smaller birches grow thick, through perverted magic almost phallic looking, purple-flesh colored mushroom with thick heads that, when exited, release pink spores, giving the ambience a slightly colored tint. \n\nWhile the warlocks own wards protect him, anyone inhaling the perverted mushrooms spores will find themselfs first dizzied, then ditzied, their thoughts turning a pretty pink, their bodies heating up.. and poor Rosa had her entire body exposed, as well as gotten a mild [[earlier dosage already..]]

A blush rose to Princess Rosalind's cheeks, as dirty thoughts raced through her mind, all unrealized and all difficult to comprehend. Yet a need still burned in her, a need that had been rising all day. "You... perhaps you could show me some of human culture, as a way to bridge this gap. I am..." her blush deepened, the red becoming scarlet, "...intrigued by the part sexuality seems to play in your strange civilizations." \n<<set $arousal = $arousal +3>>\nVentus hesitated, then smirked, for just a short moment, before he got control over his act again. "Well, I can, but.. I have to warn you. In proper human society, your gender would be.. //put in their place.//" he nodded. "What that means is, I'd have to not treat you like a princess, but a concubine, a plaything for me. of course.. if you didn't like it, honored princess of the most fair people..." a little bit of stroking her ego.. "You could end it at any time you desire." He extended a hand. "I might scare you a little.. I.." and now.. "perhaps this is a bad idea, I'm not sure if the elves are able to even //handle// this kind of treatment..." he tried to sound insolent on purpose now..\n<<set $innocence = $innocence -1>>\nThe princess turns her nose up at him. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm more than capable of handling anything a human can. You may act as the roles of your species require, human." She takes his hand with a huff.\n\n"Alright then, slut." his hand was anything but the gentle touch she was used to, pulling her down, as he stood up, pushing her to her knees, and keeping her there, towering over her, commenting. "I like your dress style, like a proper horny slut, but your attitude.. you are in charge of things in public, sure, but deep down you just want a male to fuck you into your proper place." He grabbed her hair, pulling her towards his crotch slightly, something there.. smelled.. enticing? "Open my pants slut. NOW!" He demanded. He looked as if he might get rougher if she didn't comply immediatly...\n\nThe princess clenches her fists at first, teeth grinding, but finally swallows her pride to release the burning inside her. She tears open his pants and drops his underwear, instinctively knowing what he meant. She parts her own legs, [[starting to breathe heavy]].

Rosa left her room and daintily made her way to her boyfriend's room, quietly giggling at his rugged, handsome, gorgeous sleeping form. She could see a bulge in the sheets where she knew his amazing, glorious, musky, rich cock was...\n\nSo hard and thick... so tasty and yummy... just wanted to suck it forever...\n\nMmm...\n\nShe made her way to the bed and crawled up on it, slipping under the sheets so she could smell him all around her. She crept up between his legs and gently, slowly pulled down his underwear, her eyes instantly riveted to\n\nCock\n\nGlorious cock\n\nHis amazing cock, so rich and thick and yummy and delicious and big and manly, she just needed it, she needed it so bad, and a good girl gave her boyfriend as many blowjobs as she could!\n\nShe eagerly put her lips to it and began licking, wrapping her tongue around it to taste that glorious, yummy cock, so eager to put it in her mouth but knowing that good girls sucked cock properly.\n\nVentus awoke with a smile, that got a lot brighter, feeling a soft, eager tongue on his manly length.. it seems his elf had made great progress. He moaned slightly, smiling as he didn't even bother to look under the blanket.\n\n"Hmnn.. I'd compliment you or greet you, but I bet until your eager slut brain has gotten its first load of my yummy addicting seed you can't even think about anything but my cock." he thrust his hips upward, his strong shaft pushing past her lips. He gripped the blanket where her head wad, pushing it down slightly, guiding her, forcing her to go ahead and take his length, closing his eyes with the enjoyment of the eager elf servicing his manhood.\n\nHis precum tasted deliciously manly. Though sadly, her sucking was interrupted, he pulling the blanket away, smiling.. he was really happy to see her, it seemed, all prettied up, a beautiful girlfriend with a vapid, obediant exspression in her eyes. His own where determined, calm, but warm, petting through his sluts hair softly, moaning out, pulling her back. ordering.. "Haah.. hold still my dumb bimbo." With that, his thick cockcream shot out, splashing on her cheek, a large splurt landing in her hair, a few drops staining her eyeshadow, finally a few drops falling down upon her exposed breasts.\n\nVentus smiled, rubbing the tip of his cock under her nose, letting her smell his manly seed. "There, now you look like a proper slut-girlfriend. You just want to suck cock and do as you're told now, right? Too dumb to do much else.. Oh I love you my little slut. You get to worship my cock more soon, promised, but first, like all good girls, you need to clean up for your boyfriend... make the bed.. aww, don't give me that puppy eyed cockhungry whore look.." He got up, lazily, smiling with his .. enjoyable awakening, he gripped her hair, making her nuzzle up to his shaft, rubbing it through her soft hair, squeezing out a few more drops of cum, brushing it into her hair, like an affectionate pet. "There. Cute bimbo hair." now off to work, once you are done you'll get your reward." He slapped her bottom, sending her [[off on her duty.]]

<<set $arousal = $arousal +3>>\nRosalind's heat threatened to consume her, that passion aching to be let free. It was improper, certainly, but a part of her didn't care.\n<<set $innocence = $innocence +1>>\n\n<<if $arousal gte 12>>\nShe tried to calm herself down and resist, but her continued defiance had left her weary, her pussy pulsing hungrily for someones touch, as she realized she just had to [[Do it]]\n<<endif>>\n<<if $arousal lte 11>>\nWith a mustering of willpower she refused her baser urges. It was terribly rude, and uncouth, and she had more important things to worry about. She got up to move towards her luggage, but was interrupted by the arrival of the golem. Good thing she hadn't masturbated.\n\n"Yes, thank you for the food. I shall be along shortly, and yes I am familiar with archery. It is the pastime of my people."\nAnd yet she still felt hot and bothered. She would prove herself.\n[[Know how to use bow and arrow?]]\n<<endif>>

Rosalind decided to inquire further. "Who is this Lord Nightsong, precisely? Tell me of his mansion, his lineage, who he his. I'm curious. " And learning about her host would serve ample distraction from her burning loins.\n\nThe golem responded. "We don't have time to cover all of this, but if you desire, Lord Nightsong will surely grant you access to his study. He is a rather sucessful spellcaster, born of..." The Golem proceeded to tell the elf a little about Ventus lineage on the way. Rosalind couldn't help but find that her loins wheren't calmed at all though, Ventus family <<if $obediance gte 10>>sounded so powerful, so in charge of things.<<endif>> <<if $arousal gte 11>>Sounded rather nice, actually.<<endif>>\n\nDeep in thought, she now decided to[[Follow along quietly]]

<<back>>\n----\n''Her Obediance:'' <<print $obediance>>''%'' \n\n''Her Arousal:'' <<print $arousal>>''%''\n\n''Her Innocence:'' <<print $innocence>>''%''\n----\nThe princess is ravishing in the way only elves can be. Her slim body has soft but unrealistic proportions that subtly emphasize her sizable bust and graceful hips. As Ventus looks at her She raises a soft and delicate hand to brush back a flowing, fiery lock from her pale, freckled face, and smiles a smile full of beauty and innocence. Her jade eyes gleam warmly, and her voice and laughter is a musical sound that seems to float through the air on the wings of cherubs.\n\n<<back>>\n

Rosalind nods weakly. "Yes, that sounds good." She takes another few sips of the wine, finding herself inexplicably drawn to it, before standing up and nodding again. "Please, show me to where I might sleep."\n\nHer thoughts were still drawn to that fantasy, wanting to play it out, then go further with it... no, no, it was just a fantasy, one she'd fought off. <<if $obediance gte 2>>Reluctantly.\n<<endif>>\n\nEither way, the heat in her sex, pulsing... that urge... perhaps some time alone in her room would be nice.\n\nVentus still smiled to the elf, observing. As she continued sipping her wine Rosalind felt her thoughts slow even more. That was strong wine, plus the travel must have exhausted her. .. but the wine tasted just right. She simply -had- to ask which year it was, something about its taste could rival, if not eclipse the best the elves could produce, which was astonishing.\n\nThe human male smiled, again taking her hand. This time she found herself moving along easily. <<if $obediance lte 1>>despite her prior protests.<<endif>>He knew where she had to go and with her head all fuzzy, following him was rather easy.\n\nHe made his way through a gallery of paintings, human noble women.. some rather revealingly dressed. Rosalind liked them very much, but didn't quite know why, as they walked through, and her eyes couldn't really keep open. He guided her to a beautifully decorated room, a large, soft bed, pink bedsheets, her luggage there already.. It was perhaps a little overly girly in design, but she was too relaxed to care, as the Baron all but tugged her into bed, a part of her feeling like a helpless girl <<if $obediance gte 4>>and liking it..<<endif>>.\n\n"Here you go. Good night, Rose. If you need anything, just let me know."\nVentus nodded, then quickly stepped outside. His Golem servant waiting, he made sure that the door was closed, then spoke. "She should be sleeping all night as her first dosage sets in. You checked through her luggage? Good. Now make sure to accidentially spill something on her in the morrow, report to me which of the alternate dresses she choses. Not that all of them wouldn't be.. interesting, but.." he smirked to himself. This elf was better than he had hoped for.\n\nRosalind couldn't listen to the conversation outside if she tried. She was so tired. She fell asleep soon, with a sweet taste in her mouth, and dreamt of..[[a proper place]] or [[a struggle]]

Rosalind fumes at the noble and his stupid automaton. First she fails at archery, then she gets wine all over her dress. With a huff she says, "Yes, immediately in fact. Anything to get away from this mess and the archery and this- this- this fucking mess of a morning!" She clutches her head in her hands and shakes it. "I just..."\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +3>> \n<<if $arousal gte 15>>"Everything is just so... I need some time alone."<<endif>> she nodded.\n<<if $obediance gte 15>>"I'm sorry. I'm just a bit pissed off right now. I hope we can continue later."<<endif>>\n\nVentus hesitated. Perhaps it was time to get a bit more direct. Yes. Use her anger, it was just as much a distraction of the mind as arousal would be. "I intended to give this later, but take it now, as apology." He presented a beautiful Circlet, a headband with a moonstone atop of it, and put it on her head, before she could do much to react, next, a heavy spank hit her bottom.\n\n"BAD girl. That was your fault. You made my automaton trip. It could have become damaged! To make up for it, you will go to your room and put on the tight rubber dress you see in there."\nThe elfs body started to move upstairs to her room. Him commanding her, treating her like this.. Why did she simply let it happen? This asshole. Yeah, she would put the dress right on, and then she'd tell him just what she thought of him! <<if $arousal gte 15>>Perhaps.. if she was a bad enough girl he'd spank her properly for that...<<endif>>\n\nShe obeyed, <<if $arousal gte 15>>but not without another 'fuck'<<endif>> [[and returned to her room]]

The golem servant followed after the elf with refreshments as Lord Nightsong smirked. This had been the right decision. His shaft hard after an indepth view of the elves nude curves he made his way to prepare his next little.. trap for his soon to be elf-toy.\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +3>> <<$innocence = $innocence -5>>\nRosalind meanwhile found the perfect dress for herself, already lying on the bed. Huh. It was pretty, and pink, and had too many frills and bows to be reasonable. Despite this it somehow managed to be a little short and revealing. Something about that dress seemed.. off. But then the golem servant handed her a replacement drink, and some snacks, and she was hungry for this sweet smelling stuff, yummy delicious cookies with an extra yummy white glaze, and she ate them and.. then she didn't worry so much anymore. Infact, she wanted to giggle out on the spot. The dress was so pretty, and there was a pretty pink dust in it that made her finger tingly when she poked at it.. Then, when she put the dress on she noticed it was full of this dust, covering all of her nude form and making her nice and tingly.. what to do now?\n\nThe golem servant bows. 'Princess, Master awaits you in the study when you are changed.' She nodded.\n\nAs she makes her way to the small private study, lead by the golem she can feel the new dress tingling on her skin.\n\n"Ah, you look lovely." Ventus greets her, standing up from a chair.[[Do you forgive me for earlier?]] he inquires, with a winning but.. somehow demanding seeming smile..

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He couldn't possibly be so audacious, no? Of course not, she must be... imagining... why was it so hard to think?\n<<if $obediance gte 2>>Perhaps that was just natural.\n<<endif>>\nShe frowns at her strange thoughts and shakes her head. Clearly she's not in a right state of mind, perhaps exhausted from the long journey. "My apologies, Lord Nightsong, I'm afraid I didn't quite catch what you said last. I think I've been traveling for too long.<<if $obediance gte 2>>Something about her wanting him to comfort her perhaps?<<endif>>" She clutches her head with one hand and shakes it. Why did she feel so woozy?\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +3>>\n\nHe kept that smile, while the elf felt uncertainty, like someone had stuffed her head full of happy cotton. She was definitly imagining things. The travel must have hit her harder than expected. Still, she couldn't stop herself from having another spoonful. Fighting off this.. urge has left her rather aroused. She tries to calm her feelings with a good sip from her glass.\n\nRoaslind then blinks slightly, putting her glass back down. Strong stuff for wine for sure. Ventus meanwhile noticed his 'guest' becoming progressively more absent minded. Good, he thought to himself, the addition to her food was working. He had given her a heavy dosage to .. get her started after all. "My lady, you seem a little exhausted from your travels, if you allow me to be so open. I recall you will be staying the weekend. Ceremonial decorum has time till tomorrow. Perhaps It'd be best if I were to [[Show you to your room]]?"

Rosalind did remember the fun pink powder that had been added to her dress, didn't she?\n\nRosa was entranced, and now desperate for the spores. As she came near them and inhaled, the dizzying wave sent her crashing to the ground, moaning and lustful. She crawled to her knees only to get closer to them, bringing her wet cunt to the nearest and starting to rub it against the thick head, throwing her head back in ecstasy at the sensation against her aching sex.\n\nHer thoughts were becoming a pink mist, everything she knew misting out her ears... only the fucking mattered now. She lowered herself onto the mushroom and felt it enter her, felt that glorious sensation and cried out with a lustful moan. She went up and down, grinding against it, feeling it inside her, needing it inside her, feeling the spores find their way into her veins. She was fucking out every last thought she had.\n\nAnd when she opened her eyes, she saw another phallus level with her head. With a giggle and a grin she leaned forward to suck on it, tasting the spores directly now. Another flood of pink washed out her name, her identity, her past - her everything.\n\nShe was a slut, a servant, a girlfriend, a maid, and she was Rosa, but she was no elven princess. She existed to suck and serve, to be pink and happy, to giggle and suck and suck cock... and to inhale those magical spores.\n\nMath went next. Numbers, basic addition, all gone... replaced by images of cocks and bimbos...\n\nShe climaxed then, on the mushroom, and fell to the side, the other phallus slipping out of her mouth. She stared dreamily into the sky and giggled again, and again, and again, giggling away all her rational thought in pink mist and her own cum. She drifted off to sleep as her hands unconsciously searched for the phallus again, caressing it as she fell.\n\nVentus observed the elfish maiden, smiling, with his plans finally coming to fruition. An elvish princess under his control, happy to obey his every command. His eyes wandered down to her shapely backside. Ignoring the political side, it has other, tempting aspects to it as well.\n\nHe watched Rosa stumble to the ground.. no big suprise. The spores wouldn't do any physical harm to the elf of course, only make her into an enslaved sex toy. "If you could see how cute and happy you look now, such a good girl." He observed, stepping closer, brushing her hair back, and picking her up. A part of him wanted to ravage her right then and there, in her helpless, mindfucked state, but of course he was civilized. She'd come to him to fuck him.\n\n[[Rosa awoke with a vapid giggle.]]\n\n\n

Up and down and dumb and horny, up and down and stupid and silly, up and down... up and down... his cock in her mouth... good slut... so horny... suck dumb... cock dumb... loving his cock...\n\nAnd then he came, the glorious cavalcade of cum washing down onto her tongue. It was bliss.\n\nShe grinned with empty eyes and kept her mouth anchored to his delicious, lovely, amazing cock, so meaty and rich, so glorious and manly, so hard and warm, so... mmm... she drank more of the cum, getting it all in, not swallowing a single drop...\n<<set $innocence = $innocence -15>>\nAnd then she drew her mouth out and opened it, opened it wide so all that lovely cum drooled out her mouth, his white seed dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. Drip, drop, drip, drop. She giggled and watched the cum bubble out, each bit of it still on her tongue driving her wild and mindless. "So good... I... what was I doing?"\n\nShe dipped a finger into her mouth and closed her lips, then her eyes, moving her digit around and imagining it was a new cock. Then she took it out, drenched in cum, and slowly smeared it right under her nose so she could smell him, smell his musk, smell his glorious cum and know that she was marked as his. She giggled again, and started to play with the cum on her breasts, swirling it around her nipples and giggling all the while. "Oh right, that!"\n\nIt was just getting so, so hard to think. She used to be a princess. She used to be important, right? A bit more cum dribbled down her chin and she said, "I... I'm Princess Rosalind. An elf. I am... an elven woman. I am..." Her eyes were so full of confusion, and the smell was making it so hard to think, and that divine taste, and...\n\nShe took another deep whiff, and swallowed the cum in her mouth. And her eyes went dull. "I'm such a slut." Rosalind giggled and went back to playing with the cum, trying to cover as much of her body in it as she could, occasionally dipping her finger in a bit and bringing it to her lips for another taste.\n\nVentus smirked at the elves enthusiasm. All it took was fucking out some of her brain, making her horny and eager, and she'd forget all her high principles. "Thats my slut. There we go. A good dosage of cum, to replace all that brain power, with horny power. You're still a pretty prissy little princess, aren't you? But now, you are too horny to hide what you -truly- wanted all along."\n\nHe grinned on, watching her. "Well, truth time. You never wanted this.. its just my addictive cum that makes you think you want it. I bet deep down you are outraged by this.. but you can't help it." he grabbed his shaft, slapping it against her cheek. "You need this too much to oppose anything I want anymore.\n\nEven if I where to tell you that I plan to enslave the elves, turning them into a horny little race of sluts and slaves.. Theres nothing you can do to stop me, because you want this.. so very very bad.. You want to worship it more, lick it more, taste it more, feel more of it upon your skin. Well.. I can give you all of that.\n\nAt a little price." he presented a smooth, small leather collar, perfect for her neck.. "I can't put it on you, you have to do it yourself. But.. if you do.. you get to suck this as reward.." he presented his still rigid shaft, looking down to her. "Infact, you'll get to be the first of the elves I'll turn into my horny sluts.. what an honor. I might even let you pretend you are still a princess, only to give in to your lust later." he grinned.\n\n"Now then, slut. Will you accept the collar, and then suck yourself into your horny, happy new life, knowing I'll enslave your sisters, your mother, everyone you care and love with your help.. or will you not suck the beautiful cock.." He directed her gaze to his shaft, grinning, enjoying the struggle of what morals she had left, as [[his beautiful cock throbbed before her.]]\n

Rosalind blushed at his words and murmured, "It's... incredible- I mean, it's an interesting design choice, Lord Nightsong."\n\nRosalind's blush deepens a bit and she searches for a distraction.\n\nShe turns and begins dusting away, pouring over every surface of the study. She leans down to dust the floor and lets her panties show as that dildo pumps into her, and as the duster's magic works its way through her body, causing her to moan. She brushes off a stack of books and looks at the nearest title, curious.\n\nShe could feel the duster, each feather against her sex, soft and warm, irresistibly arousing, drawing her to greater heights with each stroke- and yet she had to resist. She had to prove that she was better than a human woman.\n\nRosalind dusts off another surface, each mote of dust brushed off like a mote of lust building in her core. She moans again and steadies herself, looking at another book and inspecting it closer, brushing it off carefully.\n\n'The Values of obediance.' 'Why women are inferior' 'How to be a good maidservant'. Those books didn't help at all! There were some treaties on Arcane and Eldritch magic, but with her arousal so high, she couldn't help but get distracted by some of this literature. Just how long had this human been planning to subjugate her? Just.. what kind of chance did she stand? She dusted off 'How to not question him, a guide to the perfect woman' as she almost felt her eyes glazing over slightly.\nSomething was happening, as her lust build higher and higher.. it got easier to dust, get lost in the task, not worry, or think about it so much. Perhaps if she took a closer look at one of those books, she could hurry up and get this over with?\n\n"You seem to be having fun, being the quiet maid. Don't stare at those books for too long, you can read them later, you aren't [[quite done yet.]]"