MOTDE: "Yes sister that is wise, we shall spare one of them."
From Create Your Own Story
You move through the crowd, the dark elves standing aside as they see their commander approach the platform. Your huntresses see you as you ascend the platform. Huntress Trix is the closest, she´s young and inexperienced you don´t fully know her yet.
She seems a bit surprised and says, "High-Huntress Daine what brings you here? Do you want another round with the fucktoys?"
"No Trix I would never lower myself to use public access slaves." You say as if it´s the most obvious thing in the world.
Trix seems to think she has displeased you, she also remembers that she hasn´t bowed at your arrival. The young Drow quickly gets down on her knees and bows her entire upper body at your knees. A far more submissive gestured than was necessary.
"Of course, forgive me High-Huntress."
"Huntress Trix it has come to my attention that we might need one of these sows for interrogation." You look at the one with the piercings sticking through her body. "Take that one, she´ll die if another group violates her. The other one will last a bit longer. Oh, also give the other one a vigor potion so she´ll last even longer."
"Yes High-Huntress." The young Drow gets up and quickly pulls aside the pierced and battered elf.
You are already on your way back to Treccia. Trix gets in front of the crowd and announces why the gift was pulled away. There is a murmur of discontent among the crowd, but most are at least understanding of your decision.
You arrive back at Treccia and say, "Very well, let´s go to my tent and hear what this challenge is all about."
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You arrive at the tent and find that Minvir and Rainye are already there waiting for you. You don´t really say anything, they just bow their heads and you stand between them waiting for Solaria.
You have a tent fit for a commander. Is spherical and large. There is a large table in the middle for discussing plans and such. At the end there is a small podium, set there for announcements like this one so your sister takes her place there. Your bed is also here, on it lies an exotic bear hide for warmth during the nights, its furry texture so much more pleasant than the hide of any underworld creatures. Other than that, along the sides of your tent lies various equipments and weapons that you might need.
Solaria enters the tent, flanked by her two sister-bodyguards. Instantly the two of you make eye contact, narrowing your eyes like fiendish cats about to fight over territory. Both of you see each other as a hated rival. Command is to be granted to one leader, not shared like some trivial ceremony. But your mutual hatred stretch back even before the announcement of the raid. You are the firstborn daughter of the most powerful clan in your city, she is the firstborn daughter of the second most powerful clan in the city, rivalry and hatred is only natural.
Solaria breaks eye contact and moves to the opposite side of the room, her bodyguards following her without acknowledging you. It makes you mad inside but you let it slip in order to get on with the announcement. Minvir and Rainye dont't bow to Solaria for that matter either.
"Very well, I have come. Let's hear of this competition and be done with it," Solaria says disdainfully at your sister.
Solaria stands about your size but is a bit slimmer with smaller tits and butt. Her thick white hair flows together, as one, like a crescent from her scalp and ends by her neckline, it covers her ears completely and goes well with her oval shaped face. Her pinkish-gray lips pouts wonderfully and her posture is always strict and prideful.
"Yes co-commander Solaria, I shall inform you of the challenge issued between the two of you," you sister says ceremonially despite the disdain in Solarias voice.
"During this raid you shall both be tasked with bringing three types of items back to the mother-city Velzaria. Each item shall be judged and valued by the tribunal."
As your sister speak you and Solaria resume eye contact, neither one of you blink, staring at each other with unquestionable hatred.
"In each category of item a winner shall be decided. The one who brings the most valued item before the tribunal shall be awarded one point. If both your items are deemed to be of the same value then no points shall be awarded to either of you." Your sister says and then makes a small pause.
"So the maximum points either of you can get is three, if all your items are deemed superior to your opponents items that is. Depending on how many points you acquire different prizes for the winner will be issued. If the contest ends in a draw then the both of you shall be deemed equals, co-commanders in every sense of the word."
"That will never happen!" Solaria spits out.
"I concur!" you quickly reply, "every item you bring in shall seem like cow-shit next to mine."
"Insolent orc-slave!" She spits back. The both of you take a step forward but are quickly stopped by your respective entourage. Minvir holds you firmly, "remember the rules High-Huntress, they come from the Goddesses, we cannot disobey."
You take a step back, Solaria´s bodyguard says something similar so she too falters. Your sister resumes as both of you go back to staring menacingly at each other. You enclose your fist and feel the rage burning inside you, just standing in the same room as this woman is enough for you to become enraged.
"If however one of you win by one points advantage, then the winner shall be considered the superior co-commander. Nothing shall happen to the loser, she shall not the penalized in any way except accepting the title inferior co-commander, but still a commander none the less."
Your sister takes a big breath before continuing. "If one of you wins by two points, then the established rules of Humiliation shall rule."
Both of you instantly break eye contact and stare with surprise and worry at your sister. Humiliation is an often used prize for the victor, but it's often the most severe one for the loser. It involves the loser giving away all glory to the winner, bowing down before her feat, and kissing her toes in submission. In the context of the raid would mean that the loser would relinquish the title of co-commander, and subscribe all glory and leadership to the winner. It´s not the severity of the act that unsettles you, both you and Solaria knew it was coming, you just expected it to be the most severe one. If Humiliation is awarded at two points then that must mean a three points win is more severe.
You both watch your sister up on the podium, staring at her anxiously for the information.
"If a victory of three points is to be achieved, the loser is to face total and unrestricted enslavement to the victor, for the rest of her life."
Both of you stare blankly forward. Shills run down your spine, and you imagine that Solaria feels the same. Enslavement, unrestricted access, what fatal victory. Suffering a Humiliation loss would easily have been the most shameful act you´d ever be forced to perform but enslavement, to Solaria, the thought cannot even be considered.
But Solaria crawling at your feet, naked and chained, and eventually trained to service your every need. Teaching that arrogant bitch her proper place at your feet. Breeding rights! The though makes your cock stiffen. It would be pleasure and glory far beyond that you´ve ever experienced, the firstborn daughter of the Valon clan serving you as a slave!
Solaria seem to have similar thoughts of her own. After a moment of fear and hesitation both your eyes quickly narrow again as you stare at each other with new and tremendous hatred.
"I shall enjoy training and castrating you Daine of Char, that cock of yours has made you far to prideful. Once you're on your knees, servicing my clit and asshole, you´ll find your true place in life SLAVE."
You growl at her before responding. "Hrmm, there´s a lot of things I can do that you can´t Solaria. You have never been penetrated before no? Good, save that sweet pussy for me, I bet you are a loud screamer."
"Commanders there is still the question of the items themselves." Your sister points out, her voice not affected by the tense moment at all.
"The items are the following. First; a trophy, the skull of a slain foe, elf, beast, or other, the nature of it doesn't matter just its prestige."
"Second; the most valuable artifact, again the nature of it doesn't matter just its prestige."
"And last; the most valuable slave. Here the person in question does matter. Matriarch Mecinia of the House of Char has strongly specified the Queen of Heartwood forest Faylin and her two twin daughters Isis and Iris as the most valuable items. It has also been declared that since the Queen´s daughters are twins, they shall be judged as one item. That is all."
As your sister stops talking silence fills the room.
Solaria then speaks, "Well, let the competition commence then. But if you´ll excuse me and my sisters, this tent looks like the mating grounds of an entire goblin tribe. I must take my leave before my latest meal escapes me."
She walks silently out of the room and leave you alone with your allies.
Minvir, Rainye, and your sister Treccia gather around you.
"I´m sorry sister-superior that I could not inform you earlier, my relig..."
"It´s fine Treccia. I understand what even children do."
"What now High-Huntress?" Rainye asks.
You think. The competition is top priority, you cannot bear to lose to that woman. Faylin and the Heartwood elves must be subdued, at any cost. But at the moment you feel angry, and more annoyingly, frustrated. You need relief. The night has come, homely darkness sweep the land. It´s time to have coitus with someone.
What do you tell your loyal huntresses?
