MOTDE: Command the Queen to show more of her slutty body for the crowd B1
From Create Your Own Story
"The victors want to see the spoils of war!" You brashly announce with a voice that explodes though the throne room. It´s followed by amused, but still very menacing chuckles from the staring dark elves.
You shift focus to the slave-Queen. "Get of your ass of the floor and show them that diamond-quality sex-body of yours surface-cunt!" You yell at Faylin, "if you wish to get collared then you´ve better convince all of them that all the death, pain and struggling getting here was worth it based on acquiring your slutty fuck-holes alone!"
The dethroned Queen´s face falls into even a deeper blush of red as you give the order and she stumbles on her words, "y-yes Mistress D-Daine."
The sexy, slim-limbed but voluptuously curvy Queen rises from your feet and threads carefully closer towards the crowd. She takes steps deliberately planned to wiggle her lustful assets. A hail of wailing protests storm at the Queen as her subjects suddenly comprehends the humiliating degradation that is about to happen. Their Mistresses whips quickly beats them into silence, an they resigning themselves into quietly sobbing at their Queen´s actions. The sadness, tears, and shameful plight is all to evident in their worn, red faces for the Queen not to notice. It tugs heavily at her heartstring as she prepares to whore herself out for her hated, racial enemy.
"I want you all... to take a real good look at me." The Queen lifts her hands above her head and crosses them to emphasize her massive cleavage heaving with her heavy breaths. "I hope the sight of my big breasts are adequate to be worthy of dark elven attention. As for my subjects, I order you to look at me, I order you to... stare at your Queen´s breasts."
The Queen cringe and blushes at her own words, as do the surface-elves as they reluctantly draw their gaze to their Queen´s plentiful double orbs of tit-meat, restrained in the thin, green ribbon. There is so much salacious naked skin that the few stripes of cloth only serve to tantalizes her onlookers, no matter the race they are aroused by the Queen´s goddess-like body. The dark elves however make wolf-whistles and give crude, hungry leers at the Queen´s highlighted breast-globes.
"Look at the size of the udders on that surface-cunt! They cover her entire upper torso!" A young dark elf shouts out, who seem to be barely restraining herself from masturbation. "And her nipples are poking through the ribbon!" She exclaims with equal awe.
"Yes sister Ystril," a Drow standing to the immediate right of the first speaker says. "Immagine hat fun she must be having with fuck-bags like that."
Another, older Mistress cracks a toothy, greedy smile. "Hmm, well of course she has! All surface-elves are just horny, fuck-sluts," the old Mistress says and kicks a slave by her feet. The slave, having been perfectly tamed in just one night, crawls up to her Mistress crotch where she removes the protective battle-skirt and begin slurping the Drow´s pink, wet snatch. The greedy smiling dark elf continues, "they can´t wait to be violated and raped by us dominant dark elves. The only reason they act so prudent and feisty is to aggravate us into fucking them harder. Isn´t that right surface-Queen?"
Faylin´s face contorts, and a bright, swelling redness overtakes her already blushing face. Her expression clearly shows the agony she´s in. But the dark elves take sadistic enjoyment in her humiliation, while staring with reptilian eyes at her humongous, white breasts. The elf named Ystril begins laughing at the Queen while plunging her fingers down her own skirt to stir up her needy, wet pussy.
"Well?" You say, "are you going to answer that slave?. Do you want to earn your collar whore?"
Various insults are thrown across the throne room and more dark elves take the liberty to openly masturbate at the sight of the disgraced, half-naked Queen.
"Yes, it´s true, surface-elven women are just whores," she lightly purrs, still holding her hands above her head.
"Even you surface-Queen?" Ystril blatantly spouts out, "is even the regent of this surface-kingdom a wanton whore for Drow sexual dominance!?"
"Uhhh," Faylin grunts in displeasure as she forces herself to falsely answer the question. "Yes, I´m the worst of all!" The elven mother rapidly screams her words out quickly to get them over with as quickly as possible, "I am just a stuck-up bitch who acts defiant and superior towards dark elves while tossing my giant tits around in hopes of making my Mistress fuck me harder!"
The loud, desperate tone puts the Drow´s to laughter, while the defeated and collared surface-elves whimper and snivel on the floor in shame beneath their Mistresses.
"We´ve heard enough proof about your races perversion an whorishness surface-Queen," you dictate from your throne with an managerial voice. "Now," you say with a voice that suddenly turns sultry, "expose those massive, royal tits for us you cunt! They're the only reason you get this special attention anyways so show some enthusiasm if you want to earn that slave-collar!"
With her dignity and self-respect burning away from her the Queen closes her eyes and forms a wide, prostitute-like smile on her luscious, pouty lips. She begins rolling her hips left to right as her hands travel down her back to the knot holding her breast-ribbon joined together and begins pulling at the strap. They watch her with great anticipation, interest and hunger as the restrictive, silky ribbon slowly loses its grip on her bulging, huge breasts. More dark elves begin openly masturbating at the Queen, and even the surface-elves shamefully peek at their regent as they are to get their first glint at her fabled and enviable breasts.
Faylin´s lips spread, and a inaudible, but visible moan escapes her lips as the knot is untied behind her back. Her gigantic, gravity-defying, elf-udders are popped loose from the imprisoning forest-green ribbon with a light, playful jiggle.
A collective, race-free gasp of awe runs through the throne room at the revelation of the Queen´s most priced possessions. The only thing keeping the Queen from dying of shame is the thought that if she doesn't please you and earn the collar then you will have her children executed. She bears through the humiliation, and meets the hundreds of eyes staring at her chest in clear arousal.
"Well!?" You loudly say to break the silence. "What do you think of my slaves udders!?"
"Th-They´re amazing!"
"Finest tit-meat available. This stupid surface-cunt should be glad that she´s been blessed with such a fuckable body!"
"Whow! Look at the hills on the slaves chest! There is no sagging at all despite the size, it´s almost as if her nipples are pointing upwards!"
"Hear that slave? That´s your value from now on. Your only concern is how you please your Misstress, ME!," you say. "Now, the show is not over, play with those tits for the amusement of the crowd."
The Queen cups her breasts from beneath, groping and massaging the sensitive underside of her mammaries. She then moves up to her nipples, pinching them to exhort pleasure. Their stiff and erected posture intensifies their already sensitive nature. The Queen tries to halt it, but her lips lets out a soft moan sexual in its origin.
"Talk to me slave, verbalize your pleasure!" You demand.
The Queen obeys, the fakeness in her voice being overtaken by a slight hint of authenticity "Ohh... It feels so good. Ahh... I love being your slave Misstress Daine. Uhh... my breasts are so..."
"Hold!" You interrupt her mid-sentence. You can practically see the cold-chill running through the Queen´s spine.
"Those things sticking out on your chest like mountains aren't breasts you stupid cow," you tell her loud enough for the entire throne room to hear. "What I have is breasts, these are breast," you say and cup your massive round jugs of flesh with a prideful glee. "These are meant to be admired and respected, symbols of my grandeur," your voice then turns loud and scornful, "what you, and all you pathetic surface-elves have, are called mammaries, tits, melons, udders, fuck-bags, or any other slave names. They are meant to arouse and pleasure your owner, to be cruelly fucked and played with for your mistress amusement. Never, EVER, refer to what you have, as breasts. Always refer to them by their proper slave names, if you don´t then I will flog you until your skin falls of and then have you gangraped by my dogs! So, continue saying what you where saying slave-Queen!"
"Y-Yes," she says stricken by your stern lesson, "my udders are so sensitive and make me hot and horny!"
"You let her play with herself for a while, during which the dark elves mock, insult and orgasm at her hefty breasts.
"Enough breast-play slave," you say.
"Yes Mistress Daine," she responds after stopping.
"Are you aroused slave?" You ask.
"Yes, very much so Mistress Daine"
"Good because it´s time for something else!" You announc and immediately catch the attention of everyone in the room. "Bend over and show all these people your that big ass of yours! Arouse them with your big, well-rounded butt-globes like you did with your udders slave-Queen! And remove that last ribbon covering your pussy while you´re at it!"
Most eyes falls on her skirt-like ribbon just barely covering her pussy-mound. The Queen quickly throws away any thoughts of resistance emerging in her head and springs into action. She spins around, now facing your amused look, and places her hands on the ribbon. While wiggling her butt the Queen slides the ribbon down her sleek and slim legs down to her ankles, and then she steps out of the green band.
Whistles meets your slave as her butt is laid bare for them to see. The twin buttocks are not the firmest, but the fat, bubble-like shape of her ass-globes and the unblemished skin sure makes her ass sexually alluring. The Queen then bends her upper-body downwards, until she´s able to wrap her arms around her knees.
"Shake them bitch!" The order comes from the crowd, not from you.
Faylin begins swinging her ass up-and-down, and side-to-side, making the fat butt-globes bounce wildly for their amusement. They laugh and whistle at how her booty shakes. Meanwhile, with the attention focused on Faylin´s dancing bottom, you rise and walk over to your slave with a hungry, predatory smile on your lips.
The Queen freezes, her butts-orbs stops wiggling as you stop beside her. You place your hand on the butt-meat, stroking it like a pet, informing everybody that it belongs to yours.
"Hmhmhmmm... You´ve have a fantastic ass surface-slave," you tell her and then place both your hands on her ample butt-globes. You roughly grope the meaty, but soft buttocks and then spread them roughly to reveal the two holes hidden in the valley beneath.
"Hmmm, I see that you´re hot and ready for me surface-slave," The lower orifices pink flesh is all wet and messy. The sight of the royal fuck-tunnel sends gasps of awe across the audience similar to the unraveling of her breasts. "But let´s focus on your other undignified hole for now," you continue and gently poke at the puckered, anus-opening with your finger. "Tell them surface-Queen, have this tiny hole ever been sodomized?"
"Y-yes!" The Queen struggles to admit, "By your big cock Mistress Daine!"
The comment sends not fear, but confusion through the gathered surface-elves. Females with a male genital is completely unknown on the surface-world. So you turn to face the crowd with a wicked grin and begin unbuttoning the button holding your pants together. You do it slowly, delibretly letting the surface-elves see the large bulge that has been former in your pants. Their worst nightmares are confirmed as the button flies open and your black, bestial monster emerges into the open and quickly grows full-blooded and hard.
The reactions of shock and fear are instant. The high-class and civilized surface-elves scream like frightened children at the sight of your Drow male-tool. To them can only be the work of a demon, the thought of a woman with a cock is completely foreign in their peaceful and orderly world.
You put the cock to immediate use, slapping Faylin´s right buttock with your huge, fat cock. The royal ass-mound jiggles delightfully from the attention. The Queen however gasps in shame as you cock-spank her, and again when you give the opposite twin the same attention.
"You´ve been whoring yourself out for this audience for far too long now bitch! Getting at wet and needy for cock, time to remind you who owns this cock-squeezing baby-maker!"
With speed and skill you quickly move behind Faylin´s bottom where you grab her hips and quickly plunge yourself into her well-moistened depths.
"Ahhg!" The surprised and defenseless Queen grunts, but just as much from pleasure as from pain. With all the stripping, tits-wiggling and butt-shaking neither your oversized tool or her mature and recipient pussy requires no foreplay to get the sex-fest going. You immediately begin slamming your hips into her at full-speed, ramming your cock like a battering-ram into her soft and elastic fuckhole. bent over like this the Queen is in perfect position to get fucked senseless like a dog. Her huge tits swing widely on her feminine frame and her butt bounces wildly as your hips smack into her body.
The cheers rise up behind you, the dark elves edging you on to fuck her harder, faster, and without mercy. They don´t drown out the Queen´s sexual noises through, it doesn't take long for her grunts of discomfort to turn into hot, heavy, and uncontrollable moans as her body is rocked with interracial pleasure.
"Oh, Uh, yes!" You groan triumphantly. "Talk to me whore. Be a dirty bitch! Tell me what I´m fucking!" You say while pounding into her like a infuriated madwoman.
She just continues moaning and panting like a dog so you smack her ass to get her talking. "Ahh! I-It's a... v-v-va" she stutters.
"No you stupid cow. It´s no more a vagina than those pair of udders on your chest are a set of breasts!" You say while pounding her without slowing down. "This, hole I´m fucking is a cunt, twat, fuck-tunnel, cock-squeezer, or any other dirty slave-name. It has no dignified names, it´s just a primary fuck-hole. It´s made to be pink, sensitive and attractive only so it can be soiled, violated and eventually impregnated to the amusement by its dark elf superiors." You smack her bouncy buttocks once again to drive the point across. "Got that fuck-slave?"
"Uhhh! Yes! It´s a fuckhole! There is a large, ohhh, oversized, ahhh, Drow cock in my pussy!" The Queen screams, her voice becoming more and more orgasmic in tone.
"Hear that you stupid surface-elves!" You tell to the crowd. "Your whore-Queen is having her fuckhole plundered by a Drow cock!" You do not see their faces, but the non-consensual, vicious mating you´re having must be a death sentence to the elves of the Heartwood forest. "C´mon whore!" You say again to Faylin, "squeeze your black conqueror harder! Massage my cock with your pussy-walls! Make me cum!!!"
Her vaginal-muscles actually cramp down hard on your cock to bring forth maximum pleasure, and just as your genitals are locked together you both enter a joint orgasm as overwhelming and violent as the fucking that birthed it. Yours and the Queen´s loud, drawn-out screams fill the throne room as hoot, viral seed gushes out from your cock into her womb. The throbbing cock stays firmly implanted in her pussy until the last drop of spunk is deposit where it belongs.
"Uhhhaaa, Yea, my pleasure-rod just exploded all over your insides!" You announce and draw your cock out of the Queen´s fuckhole as the quivering orgasm has died down. The Queen falls to the floor from sheer sensory-overload. She knows you´ve just painted her insides white, and that her subjects watched every second of the frantic fucking and fiery orgasm. The Queen is truly humiliated at having her womb soiled by the bodily fluids of her mortal enemies.
"Now that´s a proper surface-elven Queen! Her womb filled with her owners sperm! Ahahahah!" You laugh, the dark elves laugh, but the enslaved elves do not laugh but cower on the ground in shame.
"Get up," you say and kick the Queen´s ribs. While she rises you go back to the throne to fetch the collar. "Face your subjects," you say, and the Queen does so.
The Queen closes her eyes as you bring the black collar to her slim neck, and grimaces in sorrow as you attach it around her small throat. "Address your people my sex-slave! I think they want to hear where your new allegiance lies!" You shout.
Even in this disgraced state the Queen oozes sexuality, they all see it, and it pains them, knowing just how that sexuality will be forever plundered and exploited for your hated arousal.
"I, Faylin, Queen of Heartwood forest, declare that I am a sex slave! My cunt, ass, udders, are all property of Mistress Daine of Char. I am her slut, I am her whore, she owns me like a dog!" She screams out despite lacking total conviction in her voice. She is thoroughly ashamed of her words, but speak them for the sake of her daughters.
"Good," you snicker, "now inform your subjects what will happen to them." You told the Queen your plans before the ceremony so that she specifically could be the one who broke the news to her subjects.
With a heavy heart Faylin then proceeds with the next part, "you now belong to the Drow that enslaved you! All ties of loyalty and service to me are void by rights of conquest. At nightfall we will be herded by our new Mistresses across the forest to a teleportation gate leading to the glorious Drow city of Velzaria. There we will spend the rest of our lives as sex-slaves for the Drow population. Many of you will be sold at the grand-market. Be proud if you fetch a hefty price, for that is how you serve your owners. Now, you will be led to other groups of slaves by your owners, and there you will tell them what transpired here. Tell them... tell them their Queen is a whore!"
"Oh dear goddess this is the end! It really is the end!" The final announcement breaks several of the surface-elves. Their face´s falls beyond despair. Without hope they see a bleak, painful future as eternal sex-slaves for a sadistic Drow mistress.
Immensely satisfied you sit back down on the throne. Proudly you address the Drow´s in the room. "The ceremony is over, the victory of Velzaria has been firmly established. Go now, and do your parts, teach the other slaves what happened here. Represent Velzaria and tame your catches."
The Drow´s begin slowly herding their naked slaves out of the throne room. You remain on the throne, watching with great amusement as the valuable spunk drips out of Faylin´s mature snatch.
"What more do you want off me?" The Queen desperately asks. "You have already raped me, and humiliated me in front of my subjects. You drag me around on a leash like a dog. Can´t you just let me... d...d"
"Die?" you finish.
The Queen swallows hard. The pain in her face tells you she grieves considering it. Conflicting emotions, wanting to die, but also to hope. All while being flooded with sensations of humiliation and lust.
"B-b-," she´s afraid to ask. "But why?"
You reach for the Queen´s head and grip her chin in your hand. "Because your people refuse to admit us as the Master-race. You belong at our feet, slavery is your natural place in this world! You weren't born to love freedom or care for your children, you were born to serve and pleasure us with your weak bodies! Your tongues are for licking clits, mouths for sucking cock, breast and asses to be toyed with, and cunt´s for accepting as much seed as possible!"
The Queen recoils at your word.
You grab her newly fastened collar and drag her into a sloppy kiss, licking her insides with your long and agile tongue. "You will be trained to enjoy this," you say in-between munching on her wet lips. "And so will your daughters," you say and break off the forceful kiss.
"Ma-May I at least get dressed again Misstress-Daine?" A still shaked Faylin asks.
"Hmm, no," you say. "From now on you´ll only wear clothes if I say so. A fuck-slave don´t need to hide her assets anyway!" You command her with an evil voice.
Still sitting on the throne you watch the crow of dark elves lead their slaves out of the room. Then you spot someone standing still, you quickly identify her as your huntress Riki. She leans casually against the wall, a small and slim woman with a body made for espionage. She has a smooth, intelligent-looking face, with some sexy and focused blue-eyes below a pair of naturally alluring eyebrows. Her large, pouty lips could easily be seen as her greatest sexual asset. She notices you noticing her, so you gesture for her to come over.
"An excellent performance as always High-Huntress," Riki says with a short bow.
You acknowledge the bow, and realize that you don´t have any other obligations or plans for today. You ask Riki, "huntress Riki, do you know where my other huntresses might be?"
"Hmm, why yes High-Huntress, I know of a few. Our new second-in-command huntress Trix resides in the west-wing of the palace, in the ambassadors chambers. Huntress Rainye is in the opposite end, taking up resident in one of the shrines dedicated to some pathetic surface-goddess. Silvir I saw earlier heading for the market district. Apparently there are some festivities there."
"What about the whereabouts of my sister Treccia?"
"I haven´t seen her since last night High-Huntress." Riki informs you.
"Hmm," you ponder without any real worry, "and what about that bitch Solaria?"
"None at all High-Huntress. Not even our best spies have located her, or even found any resonable rumors. We do know however that clan Valon has set up headquarters in the largest temple in the city."
"Hmm," you consider your options for a moment. "Good," you then say and thug the leash to harass the Queen´s attention. "I think I´ll go meet them, it will be a good opportunity to show off my freshly collared slave."
