Slvala wakes and rises, only to hit her head onto a low ceiling. She is shocked to find that she is stark naked, save for a few leather straps, and that her hands are tied behind her back. Trying out the ties, she feels the slightly coarse bindings dig into her flesh. Looking out, the forest seems everywhere.

She looks forward from what looks like a cage to see two men pulling her and the cage forward. She can see the intricate straps that bind their bodies, but they aren’t like hers; rather, they look to have been made from some plant material, perhaps hemp or jute. She can see the burns the harness makes in their flesh as they strain with their load. Their well-developed muscles are accentuated by the sweat pouring from their bodies.

The now nude Karn lies next to her, albeit a bit more elaborately harnessed and dressed-up than her. The piercings on his nipples and cock gleam. So does a large new nose ring - Karn’s nose shows signs of major swelling and irritation. He is blindfolded and a firm wooden bit is lodged into his mouth. Well toned, lean muscles shine in what sunlight enters the cage, and Slvala can’t help but get a little aroused by the sight of such a finely built…NUDE…fighter so near her.

Slvala leans forward, only to receive a sharp WHACK! to the side of her face. She turns to see a Drow Woman wielding a small quirt in her hands, her gaze showing signs of distrust and disapproval.

"Don’t you even try, lest my whip strikes you again, you little cunt!!" she snarls, as she slides alongside the cage. Slvala tries to speak up, only to be whipped from another angle, this time from behind.

"Be quiet, lest we stop and leave you to the predators of the forest…a Minotaur, or perhaps a nice juvenile Dragon would find you a tasty treat right now," quips the Wild Elf Woman.

By now, Slvala is a bit shocked at the predicament she was in…she was captured by the Elves and Drow. Still her mind races to understand the situation. She would have thought the Drow Woman would be dead meat by now, but how…?

Just then, Karn rumbles from his slumber, and he suffers the same fate that Slvala succumbed to earlier, hitting his head on the ceiling of the cage. A surprised and puzzled look, followed by a shocked reaction. Karn rattles the cage.

Slvala is tossed about by Karn’s actions. The cage stops, as the lead Elven Ponyboys try and maintain some control over the balance of the cart. Their startled force the Wild Elf Escorts to try and calm down the two, and others swarm in and try to "calm down" Karn. The two women who lashed at Slvala calmly slide to the side and watch the events unfold.

The cage doors, located on top, are opened by one of the Wild Elf escorts. Karn bursts upwards, sending her falling some feet away into the bushes. Karn stands erect, his full harnessed and naked glory for all to see.

Slvala, on the other hand, crouches into one corner of the cage, a panicked, frightened look engulfs her face. She can see the Drow Woman ever so calmly sizing up the situation, grinning.

Karn, on the other hand, has other ideas. Leaping from the cage, he darts into the forest, like a bull, rushing at two Wild Elf escorts.

His escape is short-lived, as Karn trips on a foxhole and crashes to the ground with a loud thump. Karn stays still only for a few brief seconds, but finds three Female Wild Elves with spears in his face. A fourth one is behind them, better dressed than the rest, yet seemingly looking like them

"If you weren’t someone else’s property we were asked to get, you’d be bait for our Minotaur traps. Be glad you are still alive. Now get up and walk back to the cage!"

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At the cage, Slvala looks out, wondering what is going on. The remaining Wild Elf Escorts keep a vary eye on the surrounding terrain and on Slvala, but Slvala is in no mood to try the Elves patience, fearing more for her own life than thinking of escaping.

Some rustling comes from the edge of the path. Slvala and the others look.

Karn quietly appears from the brush, obediently walking back to the cart and into the hands of one of the Wild Elf Escorts. Four more Elves appear, in a relaxed and cheerful mood.

"He runs, yet he comes back willingly…I don’t get it," questions Ninotchka.

"Let’s just say…he’s gonna be needing massive amounts of "suggestive" therapy from now on." laughs Nivea. "And the fee is one additional Drow slave for the re-capture."

"Fine, I have a whole barracks full of them right now. I could spare a couple."

As the Elf Escorts load Karn back into the cage, Nivea leans over and takes Slvala’s chin in her hand. "You have been a good girl in this situation…perhaps there is some hope for you yet. And actions like this will be fairly rewarded."

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Some time passes, then Slvala sees what might be her new home.

She is shocked to see a whole Elven community located amongst the trees. Trees serve as natural skyscrapers and towers for the primitive Elven society. She can see Wild Elves in similar dress as the Escorts, yet many seem to have different characteristics.

She is further shocked to see what appears to be human-made houses, and two Human males repairing them! She is also shocked as Wild Elves mimic what might happen in a big city, going about with their civilised business, ignoring the cage with Slvala and Karn.

A young girl, maybe in her early 20’s, waves out from a tree. Ninotchka waves back. A smile breaks her moody and stern demeanor. Several other Drow pass Ninotchka in the opposite direction, discussing trade with some Wild Elves.

Slvala is again shocked as she sees a Female Elf pull a little cart containing several small animals, lead by a Wild Elf Male.

"Welcome to your new home," announces Nivea to Slvala.

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Slvala is rudely tossed into a stall in the wooden structure that she saw earlier. Still bound, Slvala surveys her new home.

Nivea stands in the doorway. "Understand that you’ll be our new slave from now on. We’ll mold you from your civilized ways and haughty demeanor, into our ways. Trust us, you’ll enjoy the change once it begins."

The door closes as Slvala listens. Then, she feels a small nuzzle from behind.

"Are you my new stable mate??" says a soft voice.

Slvala is shocked to see an Elf Girl, the same age as her, in similar bonds as she. Her raven hair is mussed and wild, but retains a mysterious shine. Her lean body shows signs of spectacular muscle development in her lower legs and thighs, and in her arms. Her sunny smile hides her bleak situation.

"It’s been a while since I had a stable mate. The last one I had was taken away by the Wild Elves for some dire reason. My name is Trixie. Yours?"

Slvala looks at Trixie and calms down a bit. "Slvala. I take it you are not related to those Wild Elves?"

"I’m a Wood Elf. I was born far away, in a farming community fate only know where now. It’s been at least one full equinox since I was captured. I think." Trixie says, looking down at the ground, a bit worried her calculations might be grossly wrong.

"Well, at least you could provide some information about this place for. You said they took your former stable mate for dire reasons?" asks Slvala.

"Yes. She was a wild and rambunctious filly. The Wild Elves took her away from me about a Full Moon Cycle ago, and I was beginning to think I’d be alone…" Trixie responds, doubt in her voice.

"What exactly do they do here?"

"They seem to take us civilized girls, Humans, Elves, some Drow and maybe others, and make us "go wild", unleashing our primal inhibitions."

"That explains the crude clothing they give us." Slvala remarks, wriggling in her harness.

Trixie laughs as she sees Slvala struggle in her harness. "It’s meant to be a training tool for us, not to mention a bad restraint device."

"Well, it’s working. I want to at least get out of this alive."

‘Well, get used to it…even though they are strict, they do allow some freedoms, like talking…"

"Talking is a freedom?" Slvala asks, surprised at the notion.

"Whenever we’re training, we’re "shut-up" by something…either we fall silent, or we proceed to make noises a horse makes…guttural sounds and such."

Slvala wonders how she would sound, after hearing those Elven Ponyboys earlier.

"Meals?" asks Slvala.

"Three squares. Morning feeding, a midday break, and dinner. Mostly grains and such, with some meat thrown in for good measure," mulls Trixie.

"At least they seem to feed you well enough," sighs Slvala.

"I think so. I just wonder, what will be my intended purpose from here on out? Or yours? I’ve heard all sorts of stories. Many of the trainers say I might be a good bid for some deranged duke in a faraway land. Or maybe for a demented Wizard, for his experiments. The other slaves said that…"

Slvala couldn’t help but to interrupt. "Wait! Other slaves? There are other slaves?"

Trixie looks at Slvala coyly. "I have yet to scratch the surface my dear…" she replies, with a slight chuckle.

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Morning comes. An Elf male makes his way into the stall of Slvala and Trixie.

"Wake up you two worthless mares. Breakfast!" he yells as the whip makes contact with each one’s rump. Slvala is the first to be whipped, and it takes three whip lashes to stir her up. Trixie takes one lash before she rises up to the male Elf’s beckoning.

As the two kneel and assume the position, the Elf undoes his loincloth and begins to quietly stroke his now-hard member in front of the two ponygirls. "Hmmmm…who’s first to get their meal…the newbie, or the experienced mare…? Choices, choices…" he jokes, stroking his cock in front of the two.

Slvala is taken aback at the sight. "Was this breakfast, male cum? Didn’t Trixie say that it was grains?" This surely wasn’t what she had in mind.

Slvala’s musing is broken as the Male Elf grabs her mane and forces himself into Slvala’s mouth. She gags as the Male rams his stiff member down her throat. If this was a trainer, surely he would at least be more careful with her, as she was property! Valuable property at best. But judging the actions of this male, she was beginning to think she wasn’t worth much.

"Suck my rocks off, you civilized bitch, lest I assign you to the Ag Detail…"

Slvala can hear the Elf moan loudly as he pumps her mouth with his cock, the rhythmic motions echoing through the stall. Trixie is shocked. She never had seen this before, and begins to whimper at the sight. Slvala isn’t suew if Trixie wants in, or is just jealous!

The Elf continues, pumping, his hand pulling Slvala’s head to him. Working her tongue over the underside of his shaft, Slvala does what she can to please him. This was a new experience, and all those nights with some of the Guilds more prominent members are now put to good use. Unfortunately, as he is the one controlling her motions, he is able to speed up, or slow down, as suited his taste.  He takes his time, enjoying her mouth, seeming completely unconcerned about the eyes of Trixie watching him, until Slvala’s jaw aches and her tongue feels like it was about to drop out of her mouth.

Finally he moves faster, bucking his hips up against her mouth, and then, with a yell and a howl, he starts spurting... Slvala lets out a loud groan; the Elf had pulls out, spraying his cum all over her face.  She can feel it dripping down the sides of her mouth, feel it sticking to her cheeks.  Trying not to frown, she again wonders why guys like to do that.

"There. A nice introduction to the newbie of the stables." the Elf states. Trixie grimaces as the Elf now moves towards her…

Slvala just kneels, cum dripping from her face, contemplating her fate.