Thread: Kiki's mixed request thread! ( NSFW can drow be Tsundere?)

RE Clinical seduction collection and possible train 'encounter' fantasies Drow slave shop start idea View She bit full lower lip as she sat on her knees, her slender arms bound behind her back, the soft silk snug agisnt every curve of her lush dark skin. Rasha knew her sisters wanted her gone. Noble house rivalries weren't meant to last long and often the didn't. she was expecting assassination, something rather common among rival siblings, something she a few others in the know knew to insure against. A mutual life curse. a sort of insurgence policy, if she died, her sister would die with her. it was always a smart move, it forced your enemy to become your body guard and your position of power could be maintained and unchallenged. Or so she thought... then she woke up on the surface, sold into slavery by her sisters into he greedy and lusty arms of human slavers. She expected Underdark standards of slavery, worked to the bone, beaten just shy of death, tortured, interrogated, raped, humiliated. Well, humans, being rather lax in their standards of slave treatment seemed to favor only the last too, rape and humiliation, which in a strange way was more humiliating. You could hate an enemy, hate a torturer, but could you hate lover? it was weird as aside from personal sexual gratification, most of the sex-based power dynamic seemed to be water down in the simple exploitation purely for enjoyment. this was straight up culture shock for her, yes, drow females WERE notoriously lusty and loved recreational sex, but rarely could one be vulnerable enough to enjoy that freedom in world so fraught with deadly intrigues. Now she was of lesser castes and while a lesser as more sexually free as a result, while true, she may end up with a man's seed on her breasts and face by the end of the day, but quite the upgrade from a poisoned dagger to the throat. Still things were still anxious, the Curse she put on her sisters to link their life's flame together was having side effects. she could sense when her sister singled out of a male for fornication, and she could feel what her sister felt, or feel what her other sister felt as she for a moon elf female to please with with her tongue. it was a rather intrusive and embarrassing glitch in the curse and she could only imaging how much her sisters were experiencing through her. She felt her face heat up as she blushed, something that was a sign of weakness in the underdark, yet seemed to please the human men. She shifted, arching her back as she slid her long limber legs under the binds of her wrists, before sitting up and climbing to her feet. There was a mirror leaning over just outside her cage. the human bastard claimed they didn't have any apparel for drow, so she was forced to wear a simple slave's tunic, the clean simple slid slip, intend for moon elves of all things! I really did help to know she would be reduced to something as helpless and pathetic as a moon elf, but to have to squeeze into the same clothing. the Tunic was already meant to be simply on the cute ashen blue skinned surface elves. it really didn't let that she was a nearly a foot taller than those elves and much more proudly curved. The 'mini-skirt' hem of the tunic barely, contained her wide hips and full shapely ass, till one handler offered to held her by slashing the flanks up the hip, leaving her only a sort of skimpy loincloth hanged infront of her ass and quim. the waist was tight, but not unmanageable, and drow had long waists and slender upper bodies, so the shoulders weren't too bad, the worst was the bust. to moon elves, a C-cup is considered stacked however, for drow, a C-cup was laughably flat chested. Rasha was a double D, a good average fore drow and totally not built to fit in a flat chested moon elf's tunic. so her handler simply tore the neck of the tunic, lower till it fit her, it showed off her impressive cleavage, but Rasha wasn't ashamed, even if is meant a man's cock between her breasts later. Looking at the knot around her wrists she fumbled with it till her dexterous fingers solved it, and she took her cord to bind her thigh length white hair back into a pony tail before undoing the makeshift lock to her cage. one of the few perks of the slave shop next to the lax security, was free pampering and oiling at the bathing area, with submissively moon elf slave girls to oil you down. true another escape might result in punishment form her handler, but if all his punishments involved his cock, where was the downside? Last edited May 6, 2020