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Chapter Nine

Glisscunt licked, slurped, and sucked on her Master’s cock, still in awe of how amazingly delicious it tasted. She knelt before him, hands still clasped together behind her head as she took him down her throat. She had never had anything that large down her throat before (elf cocks could not compare to the lengthy, thick cocks of the Slethraans), but she was determined, desperate even, to prove to her Master that she would not disappoint him, that she was capable of providing him the kind of pleasure he deserved from his slave. The thought of being a disappointment, especially after he betrayed the human slave in favor of her, was too much for her to bear.

As she plunged his cock down past the back of her throat again, her Master grabbed her head, holding her in place. Although she could no longer breathe, she did not resist his hand. He held the twitching, silver snake that would soon be her collar, teasing her neck with its silver tip as it tickled her with its excited wiggling. Her pussy tingled at the way he showed his dominance over her.

“Perhapsss I ssshould jussst choke you to death with my cock right now, eh sssslave? What do you think of that?”

Tears filled Glisscunt’s eyes as the panicked need for air began to set in, but she could not—would not move. If Master chose to choke her to death right now, then it had been her honor to serve and dutifully obey, for as short a time as she was able. She would not disappoint him with disobedience, she would not!

Her Master stared coldly down at her, still tickling her throat with the silver snake. Her eyes looked up at his, tears streaming from them, and she hoped they clearly communicated her zealous need to obey, her willingness to die right here if that’s what her Master wished. She deserved only what her Master decided for her—no more, no less.

Her body began to tremble as her need to breathe became more severe. Master stared down at her without empathy. Glisscunt’s hands remained locked behind her head, and though her body was automatically responding to its lack of air, she was determined not to make any conscious movements that defied her Master’s will. If he wanted his cock down her throat, that was where it would stay until he determined otherwise.

Finally, Glisskill released the snake held aloft between his fingers and it darted around her neck, reaching around and clasping shut on its own tail, to be sealed around her neck forever. A fresh flow of tears joined the streams already staining her cheeks—these from happiness at knowing that if she died now, she would at least die a properly collared slave.

He released his hands from her head and she paused there a moment before pulling off him only long enough to gasp in a huge gulp of air before continuing to worship his cock as she was bid. Her eyes were red, her nose ran all down her face—she was a disgusting mess, which was quite fitting for a pathetic elven pleasure slave. Glisskill allowed her a few more pumps of his cock down her throat before he pulled out of her.

“You have pleassssed me, sssslave. I ssseee now the depthssss of your obediencccce. Your time in the Sssslethra’sss gaze hasss ssserved you well.”

“Yes, Master, I am your slave, I will obey. I want to obey—I must obey,” she said, biting her lip as she looked up at him, her body aching with a boundless need to serve.

“Have you nothing to ssssay about being collared?” Glisskill teased her.

“Thank you, Master, for this wonderful gift.”

“You are mossst welcome, sssslave. I have other adornmentssss in mind for you assss well. But there will be time for that later. For now, I have only filled one of your sssslave holesss with my cum. We musssst remedy that immediately. Finissssh your work, Glisssscunt.”

“Yes, Master!” she said with giddiness before leaping back onto her Master’s cock, slurping and sucking with a vigorous attention.

Seraphina, or Glisscunt as she was now called, had not even glanced over at Gelda since her time under the gaze of Slethraa. She had not spared her a single thought—all of her attention and devotion was focused on her Master and his pleasure. Had Glisscunt looked over at her former best friend, she would have seen her wearing a look of incredible despair, upon witnessing what her best friend had been turned into.

But she did not look over at her former best friend—the only thing she cared about at all at the moment, was her Master’s cock. She enjoyed the thick feel of it, the sensation as it filled her throat, and the taste of her Master’s slick, scaly skin and the precum that had already graced her tongue. But her enjoyment was incidental—the only thing that truly mattered to her was that her Master enjoyed the use of her. That she provided a warm, wet hole that gave him sensations he found sufficiently pleasurable—that she fulfilled her purpose.

Soon Glisskill was grunting and spurting his load down his pleasure slave’s throat. Her mouth never left his cock as she drained his balls, taking every last drop inside of her.

“Do not ssswallow it all, ssslave!” he said as he pulled out of her.

“Yeth, Mathter,” she responded, keeping a portion of his cum in her mouth.

“I want you to drool that cum all over your titssss, sssslave. Let it leak from your mouth and cover your body.”

Glisscunt opened her mouth and her Master’s cum oozed forth, running down her chin. She leaned back slightly and thrust her tits out so they would be sure to catch it all as it rolled off her chin and dripped down her body.

“Rub it all in, sssslave. I want your body to glisssten with cum.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, massaging the cum all over her tits. When she had thoroughly covered herself, Glisscunt bowed before her Master, prostrating herself as low as possible and raising her ass in the air as she stretched her arms on the ground before her.

“How may this filthy slave serve, Master?”

“Turn around and presssent your assss to me, sssslave.”

“Yes, Master!” she scurried on her hands and knees to turn around and lifted her ass even higher, offering it to him. She was nervous with excitement as she had never been fucked in the ass before. She wiggled her ass back and forth enticingly, inviting him to take her in her last hole.

He did not make her wait long. As was the case with most Slethraans, he seemed ready to fuck again almost immediately. He plunged his thick member into her asshole, ramming it to the hilt in one decisive motion. Glisscunt screamed, half in pleasure and half in agony as the invader drove into her rectum. The Slethraan grabbed his slave’s hair and roughly yanked her head back as he started plowing her butthole.

“Your hole issss pleasssingly tight. Have you ever been fucked in the assss before, sssslave?”

“You are the *unhh* first, Master—I saved *nggh* my ass for you. My ass is yours, it *nnnh* is yours!” she grunted, tears flowing steadily down her face.

“Sssslethraa doesss not grant many pleasssure ssslavesss like you,” Glisskill explained as he fucked her. “Sssslethraa takessss everything from hissss victimsss, but only rarely doesss he grant a sssslave the gift of hisss corruption. Only a ssselect chossssen few have reccceived that honor,” he said, gesturing over to Ysssgkar’s three pleasure slaves.

“Thank you *hhhngh*, Master, thank you for choos*nngh*ing me, thank you,” she repeated as he drilled her tight elven ass.

“Do you know why I chossse you, Glissscunt?”

“I do *hhhhgngh!* not know, Master. Thank *nngh* you, Master, thank *hkkgh* you,” she cried, taking her first ass fucking like a pro.

“Becaussse I could tell you were the mossst innocccent of all our captivessss. And I wanted to taint that innocccenccce by turning you into my sssslave whore,” he chuckled.

“Thank you *ghgh*, Master. Thank you. I’m your *gggnngh* slave, I’m your whore, I’m *gggh* your filthy fuckhole.”

“Yessss, sssslave. You are. And you forever sssshall be.”

“Yes, Master, I am *aaaigh!* eager to serve.”

“Doessss it hurt, sssslave, me fucking your tight little elven asssss?”

“Yes *mmgnh*, Master, it hurts! It hurts! It *hgunnngh* hurrrrrts!” she screamed in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and excitement over her degradation.

“Good,” Glisskill said, his voice dripping with sinister satisfaction.

“Yes, *ghgkk* Master! My *nnngh* body is yours!”

“I’m sssssoooo glad that you’ve finally come to underssstand your placcce, my ssslave.”

“Yes, Master! Ungggh! Thank you, Master!” she agreed, screaming as his thrusts came harder and faster. A few seconds later Glisskill’s cock erupted in her asshole, and he pulled it out early enough to spray cum all over her back, even as her asshole was already beginning to drip with cum.

“Sssstand up, sssslave,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master!” She eagerly sprang to her feet, her asshole absolutely throbbing after its brutal assault.

“You are abssssolutely filthy, sssslave,” Glisskill said with mock disgust, as he examined her cum and drool covered body.

“Yes, Master, thank you for defiling your slave, Master,” Glisscunt agreed.

Glisskill looked across the room to where Binha knelt with her mouth drooping open from when she last provided oral pleasure to her Master Plsskl. “You there,” he pointed, “come here and clean my sssslave!”

Binha turned her head to look at Glisskill, stood up from her kneeling position and began to walk over. Glisskill looked down at his newly minted slave, who gazed up at him adoringly, and paused to consider a moment.

“No, wait,” he said, waving Binha off. She stopped in her tracks ten feet away from Glisscunt.

Glisskill’s eyes scanned the room before finally settling on the enslaved Celenithra, still standing where she’d delivered the last vial of Velune’s will to her Masters. “You!” he bellowed across the room, pointing to her. “Come here!”

The slave who had once been Celenithra marched over to stand before Glisskill, her nipples still painfully weighed down by the tray strapped to her.

“We’ll have to get rid of thissss, at leasssst for now,” Glisskill commented, slicing through the strings that attached the tray to her nipples with a clawed finger. He reached around her back and undid the leather strap securing the tray to her and tossed the whole thing to the floor. Tightly tied strings still dangled from her nipples but were no longer attached to anything.

“Glissssscunt! Thisss wasss your matriarch, wasss sssshe not?” Glisskill asked her, gripping Celenithra by the top of her head and turning her to face Glisscunt.

“Yes, Master.”

“And you had tremendoussss ressspect for her, did you not?”

“Yes, Master,” Glisscunt purred in anticipation of what was coming.

“Good. Clean my pleasssure ssslave’sss body, puppet,” he commanded, pulling Celenithra by the head over to Glisscunt’s glistening breast.

The enslaved Celenithra’s tongue flicked out and she started licking the cum and drool from her breast. Glisscunt glanced up at her Master in delight, and then back down to watch the gray-skinned slave obediently carrying out her duties.

Glisscunt had been in close proximity to the mindless gray slaves before, but she’d always been so horrified she hadn’t been able to appreciate them for what they truly were—beings of utterly perfect obedience. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she looked down at the helpless slave, who had once been such a strong and vital elf worthy of admiration, now reduced to a mindless tongue cleaning filth off a pathetic slave whore’s tits. Though Glisscunt herself was utterly and slavishly devoted to serving her Master in all ways, there was still a purity to the mindless obedience of the gray-skinned slaves that she couldn’t help but envy.

“Yessss, that’ssss it, ssslave. Clean it all. I want every inch of her body sssspotlesss,” Glisskill ordered.

“And you,” he pointed once again at Binha, “you can do her backsssside. Make ssssure you get it all, sssslavesss, particularly around her fuckholessss.”

Glisscunt shuddered in pleasure as she felt Binha’s tongue licking the back of her neck. Celenithra was now licking her chin and mouth, collecting the drool and snot that had dried there from the rough face fucking her Master had previously given her. When Celenithra’s tongue danced over her lips, Glisscunt opened her mouth and playfully kissed her. The kiss was only returned in so much as the slave’s tongue flicked out as it had cleaning to do, but Glisscunt delighted in being able to experience her former mentor in this way. A mere few days ago, this would have been unthinkable—now it was simply her life.

As the former Celenithra licked the spit and jizz off the side of her face, Glisscunt looked throughout the room at the orgy before her. A dozen Slethraans were taking pleasure from their slaves’ bodies, and many more slaves stood or knelt in mindless readiness, prepared to obey whenever called upon. These carnal pleasures were all her Slethraan Masters lived for, and to quench their immeasurable thirsts they required slaves that could not refuse them, could not lose interest or tire, who could do nothing but service their Masters’ endless need for pleasure. It was a beautiful thing, like a marriage between species, that they had found such creatures to serve their needs.

At Ysssgkar’s central throne, Hole was on all fours sucking her Master’s cock while Fuckmeat plunged her tongue deep into her asshole with abandon. Slit was nearby licking up some kind of mess on the floor. Glisscunt reflected on Fuckmeat telling her that she was lucky back in the holding cell—she hadn’t realized it earlier, but she’d been absolutely right. The mindless slaves may be more perfect in their obedience in the eyes of Slethraa, but it was a different kind of blessing to be aware and appreciative of just how fortunate she was to serve such wicked and evil Masters. What use was it to be weak and submissive without the strong and dominant to put her in her place? Prior to her enslavement, she’d had no one to submit to, and thus had not been living a wasted existence in which she’d defied her true purpose. Thankfully, Slethraa had shown her the error of her ways.

The formerly defiant Velune had also accepted Slethraa’s truth, and Glisscunt spotted her across the room, squatting on her seated Master’s knees and lifting herself up and down on his cock. She could not tell which hole she was serving with from here, but the way she was riding that cock, it was getting proper use. Her Master meanwhile was roughly kneading her breasts in his hands and licking the flesh of her neck with his long, forked tongue. Even someone as strong as Velune had still been able to put forth only a pathetic resistance under Slethraa’s gaze, thus proving that she belonged exactly as she now was—a mindless set of holes for her Masters to fill. The human slave cook still knelt nearby, slapping herself on the pussy and repeating the mantra that she would always be the second choice.

Glisscunt quaked with pleasure as Binha, having finished cleaning her back, was now licking her asshole with intent purpose, trying to get all of her Master’s cum that still dwelled within. It was a relief to have that soothing tongue probe her slavehole that was still quite sore from Master’s attentions. Meanwhile, Celenithra had finished licking her breasts and nipples clean and was licking around her navel. It would not be long before she reached her other slavehole—is slavery to Slethraa always so blissful? Even the painful ass fuck had pleasurable physical sensations mixed with it, as well as the euphoria that came from pleasuring Master and being filled with his cock.

Her eyes continued to scan the room with satisfaction at finding her Slethraan Masters well served, when finally they landed on Gelda, still held tightly in place by a mindless slave, watching the entire scene in despair, but mostly fixed on Glisscunt herself. Glisscunt smiled at her former best friend, as if they were simply locking eyes across the room at some joyous party back in their village, just before her eyes rolled up in pleasure as Celenithra finally reached her filthy pussy and started licking it clean of her and her Master’s fluids. Gelda averted her eyes away from the image, a look of disgust on her face. She will understand soon enough.

Glisscunt screamed in pleasure as both of her lower slaveholes were being licked and probed by mindless slaves. She looked over at her Master, surprised that he would allow her such unfettered pleasure, but he was roughly face fucking a gray-skinned slave as he watched Glisscunt’s body being cleaned. She momentarily wished that it was her throat he was ramming his cock down, but if Master wanted her here being cleaned, she would not dare to question his will.

The slaves licking her body clean were down to her feet when Ysssgkar finally stood and declared that it was time to perform the last enslavement from this batch of prisoners. The other Slethraans hooted and cheered at this, and Ysssgkar commanded the slave holding her to prepare her in the slaving chair.

“Look, ssslave, your little friend isss about to be enssslaved. Anything to sssay about that?” her Master taunted her.

Glisscunt watched her best friend being strapped into the chair, her heart fluttering with excitement for the life-changing event her friend was about to experience. “Master, may I be the one to flip the switch that enslaves her?”

Glisskill’s laugh echoed throughout the room. “My, my, ssslave, I mussst admit I am impressssed at the depthsss of depravity to which you already ssssink. Isss she not your bessst friend?”

“Yes, Master,” Glisscunt agreed. “That is why I want to be the one to give her the gift of mindless obedience to Slethraa.”

“Ha ha ha, why not?” Glisskill bellowed. “Plssssskl, my little fucksssslave wantsss to have the honor of flipping the sssswitch.”

Plsskl turned and nodded his acknowledgement with a wicked grin, before leaning back in towards Gelda no doubt to taunt her about the fate that awaited her.

“Go ahead, ssslave, ready yoursssself,” Glisskill said, patting her on the head with satisfaction like a pet. “And after you flip the ssswitch, go over where you can get a nicccce clossse view and masssturbate asss you watch your friend ssssurrender to Ssslethra.”

“Yes, Master,” she purred with excitement as she marched over to the switch on the side of the snake statue. She was almost disappointed with the level of kindness her Master was showing her—she hoped the degradation her slavemind craved would be coming soon.

She could hear Plsskl talking to Gelda as she vainly struggled in the chair. “You are the lassst of your group, there issss no one left to help you, isss there? You have sssseen how all the othersss have sssurrendered to their fate. You know you have no chanccce.”

“Fuck you,” Gelda growled, her eyes glaring straight ahead at the snake statue. She had no doubt decided there was no point in averting her eyes after observing the other enslavements.

“Yesss, I believe you sssshall,” he laughed. “Flip the ssswitch, ssslave.”

Though it felt a bit unusual to obey the command of anyone but the Master she was solely devoted to, Glisscunt knew that as an elf she was still rightfully a slave to all Slethraans. She obeyed, and the red light of Slethraa bathed Gelda’s face.
Glisscunt moved closer as her Master had bid and stood close to the side of the chair. She watched as the glare in Gelda’s eyes slowly faded, her eyes instead taking on a wide open, fascinated demeanor as they stared into his hypnotic light. She bit her lip and her hand furiously fluttered over her clit as she watched her friend’s demise.

Plsskl turned to search the room as Gelda’s enslavement began. “Where isss my favorite new butthole to violate? Ah, yesss, there it issss!” he said, waving Binha to him. “Come to me, sssslave, I desssire to take pleasssure in your assss while I watch the ensssslavement!”

Soon Binha was positioned in front of Plsskl, bent over at the waist and grabbing her ankles at her Master’s direction, presenting her ass for the taking. He sighed contentedly as he entered her from behind, and settling into a steady thrusting rhythm, he focused his attention back on Gelda.

“Yessss, very good, sssstare into the light, feel it pulling you in. Feel the gaze of Sssslethra asssking you to give of yourssself. You musssst give all that you have, ssslave. Sssslethra requiressss nothing less than everything. And you will give it, won’t you, sssslave? Yesssss, you will.”

Glisscunt’s knees grew unsteady as she watched the flow of liquid start to travel down the tubing and into the basin on the table adjacent to the chair. Gelda’s enslavement had begun! She was hearing the truth of Slethraa! Soon she would believe, and then she would obey! Her fingers danced across her clit in a rapid blur.

Staring at Gelda’s entranced eyes, Glisscunt could begin to see the subtle changes as her pupils and irises started to slowly fade. Gelda’s expression had gone from angry to vacant, and Glisscunt found this to be one of the most arousing things she had ever witnessed.

“Do you feel yourssself sssslipping away?” Plsskl asked as he pumped Binha’s asshole. “Jussst let it all go, ssssurrender to Ssslethra, yesss, jussst like that, jussst let it all flow out of you.”

Glisscunt watched the liquid flowing down the tube in fascination, knowing that somehow this liquid contained all that made Gelda strong and vital. And as it flowed out of her, whatever feeble elf strength she’d had to resist was being stolen from her, rendering her more and more helpless with each passing second. She marveled at how clever her Slethraan Masters had been to learn how to do this, how to subjugate another race entirely to their will, by stealing the very will of those they enslaved and adding it to their own strength. As their victims grew weaker, they grew more powerful. Glisscunt’s body shook in orgasm as she realized how utterly impossible her clever and evil Masters’ made it to resist them.

“You are giving very generoussssly to Sssslethra,” Plsskl said as he eyed the level of fluid collecting in the basin and dripping into the vials arranged below. “Sssssooon you will be rewarded for your generosssity with the gift of endlessss obediencccce. No will…no mind…no fight. Jussst ssssurrender it all to Sssslethra. Sssslethraa issss your Massster now, yessss.”

Glisscunt continued to masturbate as she noticed Gelda’s face becoming slacker still. Her mouth drooped open and a thin line of drool dangled down, hovering over her naked breast. She felt another wave of orgasmic arousal building steadily as she noticed her friend’s skin was noticeably paler. She’s losing the fight! Glisscunt realized with glee. She knew that this was a fight that once you started to give even an inch, your defeat was inevitable. There truly was no way to resist this terrible transformation, and Glisscunt had a front row seat to observing her best friend losing the battle and being remade to Slethraa’s will.

“Very good, sssslave, very good indeed. You will sssserve ussss well, I can already ssssee thisss from how generousssly you give before your ensssslavement issss even complete. Perhapssss the desssspair of ssseeeing your companionsss ssssuccumb to their fate wasss too much to bear? You are eager to ssssurrender, I think. Eager to ssserve and obey, yesssss.”

Glisscunt had a powerful, quaking orgasm at the thought of contributing to Gelda’s surrender by driving her further into despair with her own degradation. Her knees shook and she continued to touch herself as her Master had commanded. The color in Gelda’s eyes was almost entirely faded by now, and her skin had taken on a cold gray pallor. The flow of liquid in the tube had started to turn into more of a trickle.

“You are almossst there, ssslave, you are almosssst nothing. Jussst a mindlessss ssslave, jusssst an obedient ssset of holesss for your Masterssss’ pleasssure, aren’t you? Yesssss. Your flessssh will sssserve usss forever. Ssssubmit to Sssslethraa. Ssssubmit. Accccept your fate, you are a sssslave.”

The trickle slowed to individual drips, which initially came in rapid succession but had started to decrease considerably. Glisscunt noted that her friend’s eyes were now entirely white and her skin was unmistakably gray.

“And now, give the lasssst tiny bitsss of yourssself to Sssslethra, sssslave. Yessss, that’sss it. You have no choiccce, you musssst obey. Very good. Very good. Almosssst done. Almosssst done.”

The drips ceased coming down the tube and Glisscunt screamed with an intense, trembling orgasm as she realized her friend’s transformation was complete.

“Very good, ssslave. Very good. That wassssn’t ssssooo bad now, wassss it? No more will, no more decccisssionsss to be burdened with. All you mussst do now issss obey.”

Glisscunt dropped to her knees, legs spread wide apart and lubrication spurting forth from her pussy as she shuffled her fingers across her clit. Her masturbation slowed as another slave flipped the switch and the light stopped bathing Gelda’s face, revealing to all her utter surrender to Slethraa. The shackles holding her in place flipped open with a loud clang, but she sat patiently in the chair, calmly awaiting a directive to act.

Glisscunt panted in heat as she stared at her helplessly enslaved friend, who sat mindlessly staring ahead with her empty white eyes, ready to obey any command her Masters saw fit to give her. She marveled at how such a short time in the slaving chair could result in such a dramatic—and permanent—transformation. It was a sure sign of the weakness of elves that all resistance had proven impossible the moment the light of Slethraa’s gaze was upon them—it was as if she and her elf companions, finally given permission to embrace some secret truth they’d known deep down all along, couldn’t wait to donate their precious wills to Slethraa. They had given their all to Slethraa, and his followers would still ever demand more of them—this is what it was to be Slethraa’s slave. She felt another wave of orgasm building as she thought about the weakness of her elven people.

The slave at the statue’s switch flipped it the other way at a command from Plsskl, and Glisscunt watched in awe as the searing hot light of Slethraa burned all traces of Gelda’s pubic hair away. It then began its spiral dance across the bare, smooth flesh above her crotch, decorating her with Slethraa’s mark of eternal ownership. From this close distance, Glisscunt could smell the burning flesh as the mark seared itself into her skin—the smooth gray slaveskin that looked so delicious. She almost envied that her skin had not similarly changed color, but glancing down at her green snake tattoos marking her as Glisskill’s personal property made her reconsider that position.

“Take thesssse vialssss around the room and deliver them to your Massstersss, ssslave”, Plsskil commanded of Binha as he pulled out of her. “Deliver the lasssst one back to me—I’m not nearly done fucking your ssssweet little asssss yet.”

Glisscunt got back to her feet, still stroking her pussy, and watched Gelda in fascination as Binha delivered the vials containing her will throughout the room. The entire time, Gelda simply stared straight ahead, breathing in a steady, calm rhythm, apparently unconcerned that she was about to be claimed forever by her wicked Masters. Glisscunt watched her friend’s beautiful gray breasts rising and falling with each steady breath and wondered if she could even conceive of what was about to happen.

Binha completed her circuit around the room and came back to Plsskl, presenting the tray with the last remaining vial to him. He grabbed the vial and knocked the tray out of her hands. “Jussst in time, sssslave! My cock had ssstarted to go ssssoft! Get your assss back on my cock!” he commanded. She bent over at the waist and backed herself onto him until he was buried balls deep in her ass once more. “Ahhhh, home ssssweet home!” Plsskl said with a laugh.

“To the lasssst of our newessst batch of sssslavesss! May sssshe tassste deliccciousss, and may ssshe sssserve usss well!” Ysssgkar called out as he downed his vial in one gulp. As a dozen other Slethraans did the same, Glisscunt saw Gelda’s posture stiffen ever so slightly, and her nipples became hard as pebbles. She heard a barely perceptible gasp escape Gelda’s lips—the last sound she would ever make of her own volition. Glisscunt whimpered in helpless arousal as she strummed her clit over watching her best friend suddenly become irrevocably owned.

“Slaves! Come to me!” Glisskill called out, beckoning Glisscunt and Gelda over to him with his hand. Glisscunt eagerly hurried over to her Master, while Gelda shuffled over at a deliberate pace, showing neither eagerness nor reluctance. She simply did as she was told.

Soon they both stood in front of their Master. Glisscunt’s eyes darted excitedly to her Master and then back to her friend. Gelda was about to be taken as a slave, for the first time!

“What have you to ssssay Glissscunt, about your friend’sss transssformation?”

“Oh, Master, she’s beautiful. I know she’ll make a wonderful slave. I’m honored to have had my part in it…” Glisscunt paused a moment, considering. “Master?” she asked, looking up at him sheepishly and waiting for permission to speak further.

“Yessss, sssslave?”

“Will...will you make her remember that it was me who flipped the switch?” Glisscunt asked timidly. “I want her to know that it was I who did this to her.”

Glisskill stared down at her for a moment, his cold face impossible to read. She expected to be punished most brutally for her insolence, but Glisskill reared his head back and bellowed with laughter.

“Oh, sssslave, I knew I chossse wissssely when I picked you,” he said, looking down at her with what almost looked like pride.

“You, sssslave,” Glisskill said, gripping Gelda by the chin and lifting her head so her empty white eyes stared into his. “You can no longer think for yoursssself, but you will think thissss...every time you sssee Glisssscunt, you will recall that it was ssshe who turned you into thissss pathetic creature you are now. Kneel and ssssuck my cock if you underssstand.”

Gelda knelt before Glisskill and slowly took him into her mouth, gliding her tongue up and down his shaft with a deliberate slowness to heighten his pleasure. Watching her best friend, now reduced to a mindless slave, forced to suck off her Master, excited Glisscunt to an unbearable degree.

“Yes, suck my Master’s cock, you pathetic slave!” Glisscunt hissed at her as she watched from a few feet away.

Glisskill raised an eyebrow as he looked down at his slave. “Do you imagine yourssself to be above her in ssstation, ssslave?”

“I...uh...no, Master, I...”

“Ssssilencccce. I think in your excccitement you forget yourssself, ssslave. No worriesss. I ssshall remedy that.”

“You, sssstand up,” he commanded Gelda as he pulled out of her mouth and stepped away from her. She immediately obeyed. “My ssslave apparently thinkssss ssshe outranksss you. It issss time to disssabussse her of that notion.

“Glisssscunt! Kneel before this sssslave.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, kneeling so that her face was inches away from Gelda’s pussy, still a bit red from having so recently received the searing mark of Slethraa.

“Beg her to let you lick her pussssy, ssslave.”

Glisscunt glanced at her Master, a question in her eyes, but realizing that obedience was what was required, not understanding, turned back to look up at Gelda.

“Please, let me lick your pussy! Please, I beg you, I must taste it!”

Gelda did not respond.

“Sssshe isss unmoved. Try harder, ssslave. Addresssss her as ‘Missstresss’.”

“Yes, Master,” she said. Then: “Mistress, please let me taste you. Please let me pleasure you with my tongue. I’ve always wanted to taste you. For so long I imagined what you would taste like. Please let me serve you with my tongue.”

Glisscunt’s pussy was absolutely gushing from the humiliation of this moment. Many of the Slethraan’s nearby had stopped talking and were watching with growing amusement. Glisscunt had never had any sexual interest in Gelda—the idea would not have been repulsive; it simply had never occurred to her. And now, to be forced to pleasure her friend, now nothing but a mindless slave who couldn’t even appreciate it, with her tongue, filled her pussy with a burning, wet heat the likes of which she’d never felt before.

“Please, Mistress, let me serve you. You are a slave, but I am your slave. Please allow this worthless slave’s slave to pleasure you with her filthy tongue.”

“I think that sssshall sssufficcce. You,” Glisskill said, pointing to Gelda, “step forth and put your pussssy in her faccce.”

She obeyed.

“Well, Glisssscunt? What are you waiting for? Ssserve your Missstress,” he commanded.

Glisscunt’s tongue flicked out and danced over Gelda’s gray clit, swirling and sucking the folds of her flesh. Hearing the hooting jeers of the Slethraan Masters only made her own pussy that much wetter as she helplessly humiliated herself before the room. Her tongue dipped inside her pussy, tasting her juices, before gliding back up her lips and hovering at her clitoris for a while.

“Glissssscunt, lissssten carefully. Every day when you firssst sssee thisss sssslave and you are not busssy pleasssuring me, you will kneel before her and beg to ssserviccce her cunt. You will addressss her assss your Missstresss. You will clean whatever fluidsss or filth are left from her previoussss usssessss. You will lick her until sssshe is clean and for at leassst assss much time asss you ssspend doing it thisss firssst time.”

“Yeth, Mathter,” she said, her tongue never leaving Gelda’s pussy. A string of lubrication leaked from her cunt and onto the floor, so turned on she was by what was happening.

“And you,” Glisskill pointed to Gelda, “each time ssshe hasss begged to ssserve you, you will ssstep forward and presssent your pusssy to her facccce. You will look down upon her each time ssshe ssservicccesss you and with whatever measssly ssshred of awarenessss you have left, you will think about how ssshe isss the one who turned you into the pathetic ssslave that you now are. Only when ssshe hasss finissshed will you go back to your mindlesssss blissss. Look her in the eye if you underssstand.”

Gelda’s head craned down to observe Glisscunt as she desperately lapped at her pussy.

“I trussst you better underssstand your placcce now, sssslave?” he asked Glisscunt.

“Yeth, Mathter,” she replied, staying on task licking her Mistress’s crotch as her Master had commanded.

Glisscunt’s pussy dripped another puddle of arousal on the floor as she looked up into those empty white eyes, the cold and uncaring eyes of her mindless Mistress, her pussy convulsing in delight as she realized that in so many ways this made her the lowest slave of all.

Epilogue

Glisscunt was on the floor of the orgy chamber, crouched on all fours and eating from her food bowl, as her Master idly fingered her butthole. She was enjoying her daily helping of gruel, today glazed with a generous topping of her Master’s cum. Sometimes he peed in it instead, but she never experienced it without one of her Master’s (or sometimes another slave’s) fluids mixed into it. A few other Slethraan Masters were enjoying their slaves throughout the room, making her feel just enough that she had an audience to get off on the humiliation of eating from her bowl like a dog.

Unlike the gray-skinned slaves, Glisscunt still had to eat proper food, or what her cruel Masters supplied that vaguely passed for such. The human cook would make delicious meals for their Masters, but she and the other pleasure slaves would mostly eat flavorless gruel, or occasionally disgusting plates of scraps leftover from what their Masters had not eaten. Often, these were covered in various bodily fluids by the time they reached their slaves’ mouths. Glisscunt suspected that the cook slave had been pissing in her gruel, or tainting it some other way, out of jealousy for her coveted position as Glisskill’s personal pleasure slave. She hadn’t cared enough to do anything about it—such food was well suited to a pathetic slave whore like herself, and she’d learned not to speak to her Master out of turn.

She glanced over at her Master as she scarfed down the soggy, cum-glazed lumps of her breakfast. The slave who had once been Celenithra knelt before her Master, sucking his cock with a singularly devoted focus that truthfully suggested that she was capable of nothing else. She felt a ping of jealousy towards the slave who had been her mentor and matriarch, whom she had respected above all others. It should be me sucking Master’s cock, she pouted internally, before deciding to focus on the finger not-so-gently probing her rectum, and the pleasurable sensations it brought her as she slurped up the mush in her filth-crusted bowl. She didn’t know the last time it had been washed, if ever.

A moment later her Master bid the slave sucking his cock to cease, and go around back of the chair and lick his asshole. Glisscunt had learned that all of the chairs in the orgy room had large openings at the back of their seat for this reason.

He pulled his finger out of Glisscunt’s tight asshole. “Come ssssit on my cock, sssslave.”

“Yes, Master,” she said with a slight lisp, abandoning what was left of her food, which would be left to dry and add to the crusty grime which coated her bowl.

She stood and walked in front of her Master, swaying her hips seductively as she turned and backed up onto him. Blindly adjusting her rump, she probed for his cock until she felt its tip pressing on her butthole. She teased it for a moment, winking her hole open and closed at the tip of his cock before plunging herself down on it until he was completely buried inside her. She remained seated thusly—Master had merely told her to sit on it, and she was uncertain as yet whether he wanted her or him to do the thrusting. Perhaps he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of deeply penetrating the bowels of his slave. It wasn’t her place to question or guess her Master’s will—she was merely to obey it.

Master reached up and placed his soiled finger in her mouth. “Clean it,” he commanded, and Glisscunt licked and sucked her Master’s finger clean of her ass. She flicked her now-forked tongue out on occasion to lick around his finger.

“Ride my cock, sssslave.”

At his command, she slowly raised herself up along his shaft until her asshole nearly cleared its tip, before coming back down on it again, her buttocks resting comfortably on his balls. Though Master’s thick cock was still far too huge for her tightest slavehole, she had grown accustomed to the pain brought on by ass fucking, and now found it to be quite pleasurable. She moaned softly each time his cock was swallowed by her asshole.

Apart from her tongue and the yellow snake eyes that Slethraa himself had given her, Master had gifted her a number of other slave adornments. From her nose hung a heavy iron ring, through which ran a silver chain that fed down to her similarly pierced nipples, which boasted rings in the design of snakes biting their tails. The chain continued down through each nipple ring to pass through the smaller circle that pierced her clitoris, forming a diamond shape across her body. Whenever she turned her head too far or stretched the wrong way, the chains pulled taut, painfully tugging on her nipples or clit. Her nipples were also connected by a chain that ran horizontally between them, through which her Master would fasten her leash, which he would use to pull her along as she followed behind him. Being a devoted slave, she needed no such coaxing, of course, but Master enjoyed the whimpering noises his occasional sharp jerks on the leash would cause.

She looked down at her tits as her chains jingled and saw that she was covered in the dry, crusted seed of her Master. She’d hoped this would soon mean another bath. Whenever she would become too filthy for her Master to even want to touch her, he would have other slaves lick her body clean from head to toe. It was one of her most pleasurable experiences, but it was up to Master to determine when her filth had become foul enough to warrant it.

Glisscunt increased the speed of her tempo slightly as she rose up and down on her Master’s cock—not too quickly, the goal was to keep him aroused and interested, but not cheat him of his pleasure by coaxing his cum out too quickly. It had taken her a while to find the proper balance between her eagerness to milk her Master’s cock to orgasm and her deep-seated need to bring him as much pleasure as possible, but she’d finally found it, and could now keep him hard and stimulated for hours. Doing so would always reward her with an intense explosion of his seed, which only motivated her to continue perfecting the balance as much as possible.

As she pleasured her Master’s cock with her asshole, she stared out across the common chamber, where mindless slaves on hands and knees licked the floor clean of fluid and other residue from the previous night’s festivities. She’d been through at least a dozen of these nightly orgies now, and each was much the same as the last—a wild spree of sexual degradation and humiliation. Her Slethraan Masters never seemed to tire of sex (and as a pleasure slave, she considered herself lucky for that), but they did seem to get bored with the same slaves after a while. The revelries had not been as lively as they’d been during the first days that she and her companions had been enslaved.

She thought she’d spotted Velune licking a sticky puddle from the floor, though apart from her Mistress, the mindless slaves were all starting to look the same to her. She could identify the members of her tribe because she’d known them for years, though at times recognition came slowly. Her Slethraan Masters (she could not think of them as anything else, though she only served Glisskill) would always set a random group of slaves to the task of cleaning up their horrid mess as the night wound down, and their work would often take them well into the next day. Such was the life of a mindless slave who toiled without need for rest. Glisscunt did require rest, and she often slept on a small pile of straw on the floor of her Master’s chambers.

Glisscunt briefly paused in mid-stroke as she noticed that Gelda had entered the room, steered by the shoulder alongside another slave by an orange-skinned Master named Trisssq. She sighed at the sight of her Mistress—it was the first time seeing her today, so when she was done pleasing her Master, she would have to go and give her daily devotions to her Mistress. She looked forward to kneeling before her, her empty white eyes staring down at her as she tasted the perfect cold gray flesh of her smooth pussy that was now marked as property of Slethraa. But that would wait—first and foremost, she was a slave to her Master, always. His needs came, and always would come, first.

She was varying her tempo between fast and slow now, and Master’s hands groped and fondled her tits, roughly pinching her nipples and pulling on the rings passing through them. She saw Plsskl enter the room with Binha crawling behind him on a leash. He had become quite taken with fucking her ass—so much so that some Slethraans had joked that she was his personal pleasure slave. Of course, anyone could command Binha—and did—but Plsskl made sure his cock always found its way deeply buried back in her butthole.

Plsskl marched up to Glisskill’s chair. He tugged sharply on Binha’s leash, and pulling it, directed her into place before him. He yanked her up to a kneeling position and stuck his cock in her face. “Ssssuck,” he commanded, and she took him into her mouth. She’s made such a good slave, Glisscunt thought with pride as she watched her friend dutifully service her Master.

“Glisssskill, I hear you are ssssoooon embarking on a hunt to capture more sssslaves.”

“That issss correct,” he replied. Glisscunt’s heart sank in despair at the thought of her Master leaving for a while. The thought of Master going without the pleasure of her holes for more than a day filled her with sorrow.

“I wassss wondering if I might come with you. I want to earn the right to a pleassssure ssslave of my own.”

Glisskill stared at him coldly for a moment. As if to show off the privilege of having a pleasure slave, he hoisted Glisscunt’s legs in the air and rested her feet on his thighs, so she was now squatting atop her Master. He started pumping forcefully into her, and she screamed in pleasure as her body rocked under the power of his thrusts. A short time later he exploded inside of her, grunting as he filled her greedy rectum with seed.

“Thank you, Master, thank you...” she whispered softly as she fell limp in his arms, his cock still buried inside of her.

Glisskill considered a moment longer. “You are no warrior, Plsssskl. If you wisssh to come, you take that risssk upon yourssself. Though,” he paused, brushing the back of his hand down Glisscunt’s cheek, causing her to purr softly, “it issss a rissssk well worth it. We leave at dussssk.”

“Do you have a plan, Glisssskill?” he asked.

“I have an...idea. Glissscunt—are there many dessssirable elf maidensss in your village?”

She perked up instantly. “Yes, oh yes, Master, there are. My sisters are exceedingly beautiful, as are many others.”

“Good. Then you sssshall take ussss there.”

“Yes, Master,” her pussy spasmed in orgasm right there.

“Now, get off me and clean my cock, sssslave.”

“Yes, Master!”

She pulled off him with a “schlorrrrp!” sound as cum immediately started pouring from her asshole, back onto his cock and balls and onto the floor.

Glisscunt couldn’t believe how incredibly fortunate she was as she slurped the cum off her Master’s shaft. Not only would she get to go along with Master on his hunt and provide him pleasure for the duration of his expedition, but if the hunt went well (and she certainly had no doubts about her Master’s prowess) she would be directly responsible for the enslavement of the rest of her tribe.

The thought of her friends, her sisters, her own mother, being strapped to that chair and receiving Slethraa’s gift, having everything they ever were drained out of them until they were reduced to mindless, obedient slaves was the most exciting thing she could think of. But before that, they’d get to see how she herself had been enslaved, irrevocably changed according to the will of her Slethraan Masters. Her tribe must come to understand its proper place.

Glisscunt chastised herself internally for letting her thoughts stray from her duties. She directed her mindful attention back to her Master’s shaft as she cleaned it, moving her mouth and tongue in ways that would serve to clean and pleasure him at the same time. But, even as she had no desire to speed through cleaning her Master’s cock and deny him even one small moment of pleasure, the teeniest, tiniest part of her, something she would never acknowledge, buried so deep down it was barely there at all, was thinking about how dusk couldn’t come fast enough.

END