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Elinor and Melody
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Zungur
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Elinor was born into the family of a local ruler. She was brought up to a life of lived luxury and without worries.
From a young age, she was used to have slave around, who granted her every wish.
She took a liking to a slave girl of the same age. She pleaded to her father until he gave her Melody as a personal slave and toy to play with.
From then on, Melody had to serve Elinor twenty-four hours a day. She helped her with bathing, dressing and had to obey all her commands.
And, as some years had passed, Melody had to please her young mistress in bed as well.
One day Elinor was drinking wine and thinking about the journey she would soon have to make. As part of her social duties, she would have to visit a prince from one of the neighbouring petty kingdoms. Elinor's father was considering to marry her to the prince to strengthen the alliance of the two families. Elinor did not care much about the young man, but she would obey to her father's command, because she was taught all her life that this would happen and it her duty to the family. She hoped she would just continue to live in leisure with Melody serving her and maybe some new slaves to play with.
She had just drained her goblet and indicated with an impatient gesture that she wanted a refill. The slave girl poured the wine, but her hand slipped and a little drop spilled on Elinor's skirt. Melody knew she was in trouble. She knew only too well that Elinor used every pretence to punish her and the mistress' expression confirmed what would happen.
From a young age, she was used to have slave around, who granted her every wish.
She took a liking to a slave girl of the same age. She pleaded to her father until he gave her Melody as a personal slave and toy to play with.
From then on, Melody had to serve Elinor twenty-four hours a day. She helped her with bathing, dressing and had to obey all her commands.
And, as some years had passed, Melody had to please her young mistress in bed as well.
One day Elinor was drinking wine and thinking about the journey she would soon have to make. As part of her social duties, she would have to visit a prince from one of the neighbouring petty kingdoms. Elinor's father was considering to marry her to the prince to strengthen the alliance of the two families. Elinor did not care much about the young man, but she would obey to her father's command, because she was taught all her life that this would happen and it her duty to the family. She hoped she would just continue to live in leisure with Melody serving her and maybe some new slaves to play with.
She had just drained her goblet and indicated with an impatient gesture that she wanted a refill. The slave girl poured the wine, but her hand slipped and a little drop spilled on Elinor's skirt. Melody knew she was in trouble. She knew only too well that Elinor used every pretence to punish her and the mistress' expression confirmed what would happen.
Zungur
Governor
Elinor watched Melody's body writhe under the blows of the cane. She mercilessly flogged her back and ass.
Naturally Melody's fault had been minor Only one drop of wine had landed on the dress and she didn't do it on purpose. But Elinor didn't care. Melody had stained splashed her dress. So, Elinor wanted to punish her. After all, Melody was always punished whenever Elinor wanted and often with less reason.
Shortly after Melody became Elinor's slave, Elinor broke a vase. Because she was afraid of punishment, she blamed Melody.
And who would believe a slave girl?
So Elinor was allowed to whip Melody and she enjoyed it.
But Melody wasn't enjoying it.
She had been whipped many times since she was a child. She accepted it because she accepted that she was a slave and knew she was a mere object without any rights, possesed by free people.
But she feared to be punished and she hated it when it happened. Deep down she hated Elinor too. Sometimes in the night, when she was lying on the floor, chained to Elinor's bed, she dreamed that she would get revenge on her. Oh so sweet these dreams could be!
But not now. Now, she was helpless and screaming in pain as the cane hit her body. She cursed Elinor in her mind but loudly apologized, begged and pleaded for mercy.
Elinor didn't respond and continued with visible pleasure.
Naturally Melody's fault had been minor Only one drop of wine had landed on the dress and she didn't do it on purpose. But Elinor didn't care. Melody had stained splashed her dress. So, Elinor wanted to punish her. After all, Melody was always punished whenever Elinor wanted and often with less reason.
Shortly after Melody became Elinor's slave, Elinor broke a vase. Because she was afraid of punishment, she blamed Melody.
And who would believe a slave girl?
So Elinor was allowed to whip Melody and she enjoyed it.
But Melody wasn't enjoying it.
She had been whipped many times since she was a child. She accepted it because she accepted that she was a slave and knew she was a mere object without any rights, possesed by free people.
But she feared to be punished and she hated it when it happened. Deep down she hated Elinor too. Sometimes in the night, when she was lying on the floor, chained to Elinor's bed, she dreamed that she would get revenge on her. Oh so sweet these dreams could be!
But not now. Now, she was helpless and screaming in pain as the cane hit her body. She cursed Elinor in her mind but loudly apologized, begged and pleaded for mercy.
Elinor didn't respond and continued with visible pleasure.
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The Fallen Angel
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Hi. Welcome to Elinor and Melody. When you use pics in stories click on Attach files. Place the cursor where you want the pic to appear then go to Insert and click on the Thumbnail option. I think you are using the Insert image option from the top bar.
Omega (Bad Batch)
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Cover picture is a small hint how it will develop.
stretchedgirl
Magistrate
Good artwork - are they originals by Omega?
Zungur
Governor
That's exactly what I alwasy do. Never even knew that there is any button in a top bar.
Zungur
Governor
Me too, but most people seem to like colour better. The coloured ones get three times more views on DA.
Zungur
Governor
Which originals?
Omega had the idea for the story and writes the text, which I edit a bit. The drawings are all by me, but we plan them together.
The same way I do other stories with Nuala, Chinadoll and others.
All on DA in full size on DA (censored) and Pixiv (uncensored).
stretchedgirl
Magistrate
Thank you for the info - all very well done!
Zungur
Governor
In collaboration with @badomega
Elinor was just about to finish whipping Melody when her brother entered the room. Hearing the screams, he was drawn to their source as a vulture to rotting meat. Elinor didn't like him. Being older than her, he just was an obstacle on her way to power and the reason why she had to marry some stranger instead of inheriting her father's position.
But occasionally she used him for her own purposes. And now she could use him well.
She asked him to help with Melody's punishment and, as expected, he eagerly agreed.
She tied Melody to one of the massive chairs and told him to fuck her hard.
On the one hand, Elinor didn't like seeing this, because she didn't like to share her slaves or any other toy she owned. On the other hand, she knew how Melody hated to be used by her brother and even more being humiliated as Elinor watched with a mixture of disgust, contempt and pleasure how he enjoyed her unwilling body.
Melody's anger grew as she endured it. She didn't mind being used for pleasure, she was a slave and that was her lot. But she hated both Elinor and her brother, who was deliberately rude and brutal and liked to cause her pain.
Elinor was just about to finish whipping Melody when her brother entered the room. Hearing the screams, he was drawn to their source as a vulture to rotting meat. Elinor didn't like him. Being older than her, he just was an obstacle on her way to power and the reason why she had to marry some stranger instead of inheriting her father's position.
But occasionally she used him for her own purposes. And now she could use him well.
She asked him to help with Melody's punishment and, as expected, he eagerly agreed.
She tied Melody to one of the massive chairs and told him to fuck her hard.
On the one hand, Elinor didn't like seeing this, because she didn't like to share her slaves or any other toy she owned. On the other hand, she knew how Melody hated to be used by her brother and even more being humiliated as Elinor watched with a mixture of disgust, contempt and pleasure how he enjoyed her unwilling body.
Melody's anger grew as she endured it. She didn't mind being used for pleasure, she was a slave and that was her lot. But she hated both Elinor and her brother, who was deliberately rude and brutal and liked to cause her pain.
Zungur
Governor
In collaboration with @badomega
Melody obeyed without hesitation, because she feared even worse punishment.
While she worked hard to please Elinor, she dreamt of a different life. She had heard stories of slave girls that their masters fell in love with and made them their first girls, beloved and living in luxury. Melody had always dreamed of something like that, she had been a slave all her life. But instead of a good kind master, fate gave her this bitch named Elinor. But even so, sometimes she wondered how it would be to feel her mistress’ loving lips on her body for a change. Elinor enjoyed being served by her slave girl, but the more she enjoyed it, the more she felt that such overwhelming feelings should exclusively belong to free people. She knew the sings well, that showed that Melody was yearning for release, but she was determined to prevent it. When she thought about ways to deny Melody any pleasure, she came again.
Melody obeyed without hesitation, because she feared even worse punishment.
While she worked hard to please Elinor, she dreamt of a different life. She had heard stories of slave girls that their masters fell in love with and made them their first girls, beloved and living in luxury. Melody had always dreamed of something like that, she had been a slave all her life. But instead of a good kind master, fate gave her this bitch named Elinor. But even so, sometimes she wondered how it would be to feel her mistress’ loving lips on her body for a change. Elinor enjoyed being served by her slave girl, but the more she enjoyed it, the more she felt that such overwhelming feelings should exclusively belong to free people. She knew the sings well, that showed that Melody was yearning for release, but she was determined to prevent it. When she thought about ways to deny Melody any pleasure, she came again.
Zungur
Governor
In the evening Melody was not allowed to share her mistresses pillows but had to spend the night in the horse table. As she had feared, out of sheer spite, her mistress tied her up to prevent her from touching herself. Her wrists were fixed behind her neck and the long rope was tied to an iron ring in the wall just as with the horses standing in the boxes next to her. But as all good slave girls, Melody was cunning and inventive. She knew she would not be able to find sleep without being satisfied, even more so with her arms in this uncomfortable position. She took the rope between her legs before she lay down, so with her toes she could move it to caress her clit
As so often in her lonely nights, the very rope that was intended to deny her pleasure became her master, her lover, her lord.
As so often in her lonely nights, the very rope that was intended to deny her pleasure became her master, her lover, her lord.