Chapter 1

My wrists were cuffed, above my head and apart, similar to my spreadeagled legs. My perky, tan breasts bounced slightly, as I moved, and I saw my mound between them, my shaved cunt trembling as I sensed the cool breeze. Cold, smooth stones were pressed to my back, and I saw the crowd jostling to see me. My collar reminded me of the torture I had been through, and my cunt grew moister, thinking about my master.

The forest rustled, and my master stepped up, his pointed ears poking through his golden hair. He was only wearing his belt of toys, and the planes of his slim, muscular body further aroused me, my cunt involuntarily clenching at the thought of his hard, long cock reaming me. His erect cock transfixed me, and I stared at his balls, those soft bags swinging every so slightly at his smooth gait.

I feel my hard nipples get clamped, my master petting my mound and wiggling the clamps, enjoying my gasps of pain. My swollen pussy lips opened, and I felt my wetness trickling down my buttcrack. As I watch him, he pulls out his favorite whip, and starts snapping the tip skillfully on my clit, and I moan, wanting more, more pain, followed by pleasure. He then savagely whips my pussy, not touching my hard clit, raising welts on my thighs and my breasts, and I cry out, my pussy throbbing with lust and pain. The crowd cheers somewhere in the distance, but I am only thinking about his cock and not begging for it, my slave training forcing my words back down. As I bit my lip, he suddenly stopped, thrusting the handle of the whip in, and enjoying my shocked look. The whip had entered roughly, and the ring of muscles immediately clamped on it, causing it to tilt up. Master watched me, smirking, then swept my wavy hair from my face, unveiling my elf ears.