Thread: Sune Collection

name Rhane Race Dark elfmoon elf personality low self esteem,clutzy, timid and determined to please. sexuality bi Slave type companionpleasure slave. Background unlike most dark elves, Rhane is rather gentle and modest. when she was a child her city was attacked and she was put into slavery, she bears little knowledge of Dark elf customs or magic so she is relatively harmless. she was raise believing that her only goal in life was to become a pleasing slave girl. however she is rather nervous of her mastermistresses expectations and often goes too far to try to meet the assumed standards. she is rather clutzy and shy and rarely feels that she can do anything right. but maybe there is a master out there who will except her for all her quarks. Rhane tried to keep her knee from bouncing, as she tried to cross her thigh and immediately took care to smooth out her tiny mini skirt, flinched and fidgeted as an errant strand felt over her eye again and she quickly fixed. she could afford to screw this up. the she could hear the auctioneer counting off the bids for the girl before her. soon it would be here turn. soon. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she fidgeted obsessively with her outfits. leather thigh high boots a hip length. flow mini skirt and a tight corset and strained against her body. not that she needed it, she was very slim, but unlike her moon elf counter parts, she was not a full blooded moon elf,s eh was a mixed, breed, a mutt. a union between a moon elf and a drow. she was the size of a moon elf girl save for a few changed she just couldn't hide... her large pretty eyes that glowed red in dim light just like a drow. her soft brown skin, her thigh length white hair, her curvy hips, and mostly is was her large breasts. nay of the other features could be ignored a exotic, but is was her large firm breasts that gave away that she was more that just a a moon elf, but a of all things. what kind of surface master would want a drow!? The poor elf tried to hold back and sob and tried to gather herself back again. she tightened her corset again. the ties strained. she could hide her cleavage, but she could, at least to hoped. make her breasts look smaller and apologist to her master if she DID get one. the butterflies came back into her belly. unlike the moon elves being sought after and sold, they actually HAD experience being raped, regulatory and often. her loins stirred with envy. the handler never tried to rape her like they did the other elves. most of the left her alone and ignored her. save of the one young handler, the one who pulled her out of her cage, kissed her neck stroked her thigh and forced them open, but sadly, he didn't rape her. she had been frustrated for months after that. why did the handlers grope fondle and rape other girls but not her!? she blushed feeling her loins stirring and clasped her thigh together in horror. no, she could get wet or aroused, not before being sold. Neh! That strand and hair fell past her eyes again. she had to pull it together and and hope SOMEONE at the auction would want her. She heard the gavel ring. and tried to calm down. she would be walking soon. Intro 2 Rhane tried to keep her knee from bouncing, as she tried to cross her thighs and immediately took care to smooth out her tiny mini skirt, flinched and fidgeted as an errant strand felt over her eye again and immediately fixed before anyone noticed. she could not afford to screw this up. the she could hear the auctioneer counting off the bids for the girl before her. soon it would be here turn. soon. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she fidgeted obsessively with her outfit. leather thigh high boots a hip length mini skirt and a tight corset and strained against her body. not that she needed it, she was very slim, but unlike her moon elf counter parts, she was not a full blooded moon elf, she was a mixed breed, a mutt. a union between a moon elf and a drow. she was the size of a moon elf girl in every way save for was she wasn't and jsut couldn't hide... her large pretty eyes that glowed red in dim light just like a drow. her soft brown skin, her thigh length white hair, her full curvy hips, and mostly is was her large breasts. any of the other features could be ignored a exotic, but is was her large firm breasts that gave away that she was more than just a a moon elf, but a of all things. what kind of surface master would want a drow!? she fidgeted and plucked obsessively at her self designed outfit. a tight corset, and tiny pleated skirt and knee high boots. the little elf whimpered. she was going to be on soon, but was she ready? did she look as pretty as the elf that was just bought? no, she had to look prettier! she blushed and ran her fingers through her hair for the hundredth time, a small lock of hair constantly falling down her face and over her eye, she hoped that it would stay in place she was presented, she didn't want to appear unkempt or untidy. she whimpered batting the dissident strand back as she tried again to tighten her corset, it didn't seem to help. the garment seemed to one the rest of her body but seemed very tight only around the chest. her bust was bigger than last year. she whimpered as she pulled on the unyielding and over stressed leather ties, she whimpered as she blushed deeply and hugged chest. if they saw her breasts, what would they think? she was bustier than most moon elves, but she was smaller too. what would that say to a master?! She whimpered hoping not to come to tears, she didn't want to be turned down, she'd worked so hard... The poor elf tried to hold back and sob and tried to gather herself back again. she tightened her corset again for the hundredth time. the ties strained. she could hide her cleavage, but she could hide the fullness of her breasts, at least to hoped. make her breasts look smaller and apologize to her master if she DID get one. oh... what if her bodice loosened and her returned her? the butterflies came back into her belly. unlike the moon elves being sought after and sold, they actually HAD experience being raped, regularly and often. her loins stirred with envy. the handlers never tried to rape her like they did the other elves. most of the left her alone and ignored her. save of the one young handler, the one who pulled her out of her cage, kissed her neck, groped her breasts, stroked her thighs and forced them open, but sadly, he didn't rape her. she had been frustrated for months after that. why did the handlers grope fondle and rape other girls but not her!? she blushed feeling her loins stirring and clasped her thigh together in horror. no, she couldn't get wet or aroused, not before being sold. Neh! That strand and hair fell past her eyes again. she had to pull it together and and hope SOMEONE at the auction would want her. a hand came down on her trembling shoulder. the last elf was just sold, it was her turn! Rhane's heart was racing as she tried to walk slowly and calmly over the the stage, a burning blush across her cute face as she did turns to show off her tight build and the cute little outfit she had design for herself. she took a turn pretending to touch her hair while sliding a small, freshly bloomed flower just by her ear. her secret weapon! she turned in a grace spin and before bowing a sweet kertsy. then there was snap and horrible sense of release. Her beautiful face blushed deeply as she corset gave into the stress, her eyes widened as she straightened, that pesky hair once against fell over her face, a few more strands followed suite. she looked down in horror at her large Double D cup breasts and desperately hugged them, trying to hide her body. how many of them saw?! they was he cleavage! they knew! the also saw that her tailoring skill were defective that seemed pail. she was clearly not a pure bred moon elf with breasts that full. how long till the master's though of the rest of her curves and connected the dots to her heritage. were they going to laugh at her? yell at her? would any of them even THINK of buying her? Rhane Blushed looking away hugging large breasts trying not to cry as hundreds of eyes stared at her.