The market

[Maero]

"Yes...it always is..." She moaned softly as she rested in his arms. She would take a small nap and cuddle into him, her naked body pressed against his. "When you want...I want to ask you something." she whispered.

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The slave walked into her room and closed the door, sitting on the same bed she had sat on so many years ago when that horrible little blue ball had betrayed her. She had wanted to be free, and instead he had shown her the true meaning of hopeless slavery, for no one was as cruel to their slave's as dark elves. She was only saved by her wonderful mistress...but still, the damage had been done, and dark elf runs were now tattooed right above her ass an on her stomach, declaring her not only a slave for life, but a slut and failure. She looked around carefully, instinctively, fearing the sight of red eyes before she finally did something that even Tiff had not allowed. She cried, she buried her head in the pillow and release small, almost silent sobs for the first time in years. Weakness, even slaves, was now allowed in dark elf culture, and this was the first time she had been allowed to shed tears since her capture so long ago.