(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1e/A_blank_black_picture.jpg/1536px-A_blank_black_picture.jpg)<br/><strong>Xara,<br/>Guardhouse?<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/><br/>Hawken was not a nice country to anyone too different. Sure, skilled scholars of elfish, angelic or demonic blood were accepted, even sucessful, but they could never rise to the highest ranking social or military position, the Talons of the Emperor, and even in lower positions the amount of generals and Counts of Hawken that were of 'lesser breed' couldn't even fill one hands counting full.<br/>Hawken was still largely based on strength and merit, so a powerful enough caster or warrior could carve outa  niche for themselfs, but beware them ever showing weakness.<br/>Taris, right now, was not showing a lot of strength, by Xara's design.<br/><br/>Xara didn't know about Taris past, but had she known, she would have all the more eagerly used the half-elves weakness to drive the noble bastard into her arms, tearing open old wounds, only to present herself as the soothing balm that could make it all better, eager to force Taris to associate feelings of helplessness and inadequacy with a need for the guard-captains guidance to rescue herself...<br/><br/>It wasn't that Xara wanted to hurt or humiliate the elf-blood... not at all. But she wanted to make Taris hers even more and she was willing.. no.. eager to do whatever necessary to that end.<br/>And yet, the girl didn't protest, didn't struggle. Certainly, she could have put on an effort, a tug of war she'd have lost against Xara, but she nodded.. she went along, shy, apprehensive, but hesitation would not discourage Xara.. to the contrary.<br/><br/>Taris was pretty sure she had heard a subtone of amusement in the Hawken guards voice as he reported to his captain and watched her squirm. Was that what she was now? Amusement?<br/>"Woaah.." Xara made, softly adjusting her hand and steadying Taris up against the stone wall of the guardhouse, cool and unyielding. "You love this." She asserted, and there was the barest hint of a moan in her voice...<br/><br/>"You little, filthy slut! You love being paraded before them!" Xara asserted, her hand adjusting to rub its palm softly along Taris clit, fingers dipping into her ever so slightly. "You love it when I make you feel like the helpless elf-slut you are deep down. ooooh...." Xara exhaled heavily and suddenly kissed Taris lips... The ball-gag made her kiss wide and sloppy, leaving Taris unable to do much but accept it, but in her passion, the guard-captain seemed to care little.<br/><br/>"Fuck it..." She decided, pulling her hand from those sodden panties pulling Taris along with half an arm and the tug of her leash, seemingly with determination, away from most noises in the guardhouse and.. well, Taris had no idea were to. After a minute or two, there was clack-clacking of a heavy key in an iron lock, accompanied with Xara apologizing: "I kind of want to give you a pair of sandals or something, bear with the cold floor alright my sweet slave?" She cooed, struggling for a moment longer to open the look.. another slight gust of air, a heavy door swinging... and then Xara left her standing there, to rustle and rummage about.<br/><br/>"Aha.. there it is.. Now, some ink.. and then..." She whistled happily... with a slightly aroused sub-tone to her voice. Then, she returned to The elf-slut.. Taris, and with a calm, commanding tone shouted. "Hold still!" As a hand steadied Taris, pushing something cool and slightly sticky feeling on her mons, right above her panties.... for now, Taris could not identify just what had been done to her, with her being blinded and.. now something was put onto her head.<br/><br/>"There we go, hold still..." It felt like.. a wig, yes. Extensions were clipped into Taris hair, long, fake locks of an unknown color falling onto her shoulders. "Now, the last step. Slaves don't wear any clothes..." Xara mused, and a clanking of metal on the ground indicated she had knelt or crouched down besides Taris.. only to carefully hook her hands into the soaked panties, shifting them around the ropes, with some effort. "And geesh, they're so soaked anyway... oh I love this..." She cooed, shifting and tugging.. and finally tearing.... "I'll buy you new ones, my slave..." Away Taris panties, leaving her sex bare.. there was a long moment of silence, but somehow, the elf-slave in disguise could feel her exposed sex being watched...<br/>"You are beautiful, my love..." Xara insisted, as she got up, and adjusted the wig on the elves head with a slight clipping noise, a hand coming up on Taris shoulder.<br/><br/>"Now then, my slave. Follow!" Xara commanded, her voice heavy with lust as she guided Taris along once more, this time, however, their destination would become clear quickly. Off in the distance, her sharp elf-ears could hear people discussing and chatting about.. and the noises grew ever louder.<br/><br/>Until a tug on the leash held her back, Xara stepping ahead, opening the door Taris had almost walked into, and.. opening her to a room FULL of chatting Hawken men (and a few women).<br/>"Attention everyone!" Xara proclaimed. "The kind noble lady we assisted against those disgusting intruders in the afternoon has handed to me a quite delicious little treat." Taris was blindfolded, but still, she could feel eyes on her. Then, she also felt Xara's hand, cuttping her lower belly.<br/>"As you can see, this little elf-whore has been marked as a slave of Hawken and gone through initial conditioning." There was a whistling, from the back of the room.<br/>".. quite." And then, Taris felt herself dragged over and bend foward, until her chest came to rest upon some hard, but slightly warm wood beneath.. a table? Well that was not what went through her mind right now. What went through her mind was, even unknowing how many eyes were on her right now, how exposed she was like this.<br/><br/>"Look how wet this slut is, what did you do to her, Capn?" The voice seemed familiar.. Taris remembered a slightly older guard with a full beard, he had seemed like a nice man!<br/>"Oh, that's the thing! I've done almost nothing but bind her up.. as you can see, these fey-blooded seductresses grow wet just thinking about the real men and women of Hawken... and as tonights entertainment, I want you to help me teach her discipline." Xara's hand, gentle, but strong, kept Taris half bend over, half lying on the table, with the ropes keeping her arms in place and her sensitive nipples rubbing over wood.<br/>"Keep in mind however, she's been a good girl so far.. but also a spellcaster. Don't remove her gag so she can't bewitch you, don't damage her face or tug on her hair, oh and..." A hand went down, rushing through Taris wetness softly.<br/>"This is mine.. you may look, and touch and discipline, but no fucking her." Then, Xara must have leaned down, for she now whispered into Taris ear..<br/><br/>"All mine.. remember.. I do this because I love you.. I want you.. haah.. so much.. I can't wait to see how much they want you even if they can't have you." And then, a pair of rougher hands grabbed Taris, pushing her more roughly down onto the table. Without hesitation, there was a hard spanking on her bottom.<br/>"How are you doing elf-slut? Good mate of mine died subjugating you disgusting whores with your poisonous magic and tempting bodies." And another slap. "But now you belong to us. That little marking above your pussy means you'll do as you are told by the servants of our glorious Emperor!" And a third slap, delivered with a sting. Another pair of hands joined the first, more considered.. but almost a bit rougher still.<br/>"She's drooling wet.. good material."<br/>"Woah.. Nice ropes Captain.. let me see her tits!" Another soldier insisted, and Taris was tugged forward, her breasts plopping free with some pressure, blood rushing into them through the tight ropes bindings and the edge of the table.. and that two slender, strong hands began gripping at and tugging at her nipples rythmically, as if seeking to milk her, certainly did not help. And then there was another spanking.<br/><br/>"Keep in mind, teaching her the beauty of servitude for the night. is your goal, as much as entertainment..." Xara encouraged, and one pair of hands on Taris removed itself, accompanied by the motion of someone drinking.. likely an alcoholic beverage. There was also a female voice among the masses, calm, but kind of more cruel.<br/>"If you want to teach an elf-whore some manners, I know just the thing. Their skin is quite sensitive to hot and cold.." Daintily armored footsteps approached, and, just a moment after, there was a splat and HEAT! A surge of painful heat.. and another hot splat, focused by a coo that sounded not too dissimiliar to Xara's.. but a lot more cruel. "Woah.. that elf-pussy is positively drooling from just that, keep going Veronica!" "Hahaha.. of course, fragile little elf-sluts like her crave to be punished secretly... hoi, what are you doing, do you actually want to fuck her?" The voice asked, whilest a rough, large feeling finger prodded at Taris entrance.<br/>"Haha.. no, I'm just fascinated, watch how her hairless elf-slit wiggled whenever I push up against it. You are right, these seductresses really do need it badly. Don't you want one of us to help out here, captain?" "No.. no, reduce her to a sloppy mess for your entertainment all you want, this is all to teach her.. not to satisfy her perverted urges."<br/>With the blindfold, it was impossible to tell where the next touch would come from, a hot splash of wax, another spank, a renewedly curious tug on her nipples, Taris was captured under the attitude of several hawken guards.. with no way of escape, other than to endure. Even those not touching her directly were clearly enjoying the show, some drinking on and laughing, but listening to them was a mistake.. for Taris heard the whispers among the masses watching her.<br/><em>What a slut.</em><br/><em>Just another elf-whore.<br/>The captain is so lucky, I wish I knew such generous nobles.<br/>I kinda wanna see her lick Veronica.<br/>Are you kidding? I want that whore to suck me!</em><br/>"Hush.. Let our whore-breakers work..." Then, there was a more gentle, passionate hand, petting along her pointed ear, a finger rubbing up into it's soft folds.. not too dissimilar to the finger currently testing her wetness, accompanied by the guards admiration.. and another painful... wonderful slap of discipline.<br/>Xara's warm breath was at Taris ear, whispering poisoned temptations: "You're a guard-slut now. You can't deny it, can you?" She asked, and a hot drop of wax on the midst of Taris back cut off any chance to respond. "You must feel so helpless and humiliated.. but it feels good, doesn't it? No one here is going to hurt you, only to discipline you. They don't want you any harm, they want you to obey. They adore your beautiful body.. you can't see it but -everyone- is looking at you, my prize. You are a little bastard whore, but everyone knows it and accepts it.. and I love you for it. Just let it happen, let every lesson you learn tonight help you become MY little guard-whore.. yes.. that's what you are.. that's not an insult, little bastard-blood.. it's just your nature.. accept it.. Whore.. slave.. slut. Ours to use and enjoy." Xara encouraged, as the treatment went on. Wicked words dripping into her ears; Tugging on the helpless elves nipples, rough spankings on her by now slightly reddened, warm bottom, cruelly hot wax dripping upon her and quickly cooling down, every inch of her body on display and examined with the handywork of Xara keeping her restrained and digging into her skin whenever she writhed or struggled too much and only Xara's quick disguise seperating her from the truth.<em>Elf-slut.</em>That was what everyone agreed she was.. what she must look like...