Nakicat’s lovely Elf joins the Baroness as her personal chair. I did some renovations to Penelope’s throne room and threw in some of her more loyal demons who’d no doubt be eager to share in her slaves if given permission.
Commissioned by: Nakicat
Penelope circled her most recent addition to her collection, her eyes inspecting the Elf as she used her riding crop to adjust her posture manually. The elf kneeled on all fours and adjusted to the taps and pokes of the prodding crop as required, doing as she was commanded like a prize dog at the big show.
“Lift your ass and raise your chin. Look straight ahead.” The Baroness commanded, tapping the flared end of the crop first against Nyx’s tummy to raise her hips before using the edge of it to raise her chin shortly after. “Knees together, slave.” She said with a raised tone, delivering a short smack of the crop to the Elf’s thigh.
Nyxlynn did as she was told, as best as she could. The other slaves had warned her of how hard to please The Baroness was and even the slightest mistake would be met with punishment. In spite of the fact that she had been brought here against her will, she couldn’t deny some sense of enjoyment there was to be found in service to someone such as her.
While the other slaves all offered warnings of her wrath, they too all served her loyally and unquestionably. Each rivaling the other for her attention and affection, a shared thread of agreement among them that this often cruel and merciless woman was worth serving.
“Tell me, Nyx. Do you know why you’re here with me?” Penelope questioned as she sat upon the Elf’s lower back, using her as a chair as she summoned a wine glass from nowhere into her palm. She gave the contents of the glass a little swirl before taking a sip, her free hand resting on the elf’s head.
“I.. I uh.. uhmm..” Nyx couldn’t form an answer quickly, all that came out were some nervous sounds as she attempted to respond. By the sunwell, those round cheeks on her back were so warm and soft.
“No? Not smart enough to know? That’s alright dear, I didn’t have you captured for your brains. You are just an Elf after all.” Penelope said with a prideful chuckle, sipping her drink. “You’re here because you are weak, my dear. And the natural order of things dictates that the weak must serve the strong.” The leather clad Baroness explained, running her fingers through Nyx’s silky purple hair.
Nyx didn’t reply, she wasn’t supposed to. She merely continued to quietly serve as the object the Baroness had made her. She didn’t turn her head but she did turn her eyes to glance around at the various acts of sin and debauchery taking place around her. Mortals bound in fel chains waiting for their singular purposes under the Baroness and some were already paired with her loyal demons in acts of untold pleasures and torment.
Penelope tightened her stroking palm on the Elf’s hair into a fist, gathering the tufts of her purple strands into it as she spoke. “I’m going to hurt you and use you, Nyx.” The white haired human remarked, her tug on Nyx’s hair causing the elf to whimper slightly as her head was veering backwards.
“And in time you will long for it. You will long to lick the dirt from my boots or pleasure the demons under my command. You will long for it because you are what, Nyx?” She asked expectantly, awaiting the Elf’s reply.
Nyx believed she knew what the Baroness wanted to hear the moment she asked and she displayed her loyalty with the expected response. “B-because I am weak, mistress.” She replied, hoping at least that was what she wanted to hear. She began to doubt herself immediately after saying it as the Baroness paused to sip from her drink.
By the sunwell, she was good. She knew the in’s and outs of a slave's mind and how best to torment them. That anxiety in waiting to find out if she had responded correctly was another tool in her arsenal and it was one she employed expertly.
“Good girl.” The Baroness eventually affirmed, loosening her grip on the Elf’s hair into a gentle stroke.
A wave of relief and complex feelings washed over Nyx with that confirmation. She didn’t realize it yet but it was merely the beginning of her surrender to the Baroness. Like all those under the ownership of Penelope, she too would come to rely on the drug that was the approval and attention of her mistress.