Blossoming Thorns

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I do not own Dungeons & Dragons or any of the associated characters or settings. This is a work of parody created for non-commercial purposes.

Warning:
NC, Femslash, and other naughtiness sure to offend prudes.

BLOSSOMING THORNS


Perhaps no race on Earth had been exploited and persecuted more than the Orcs.

Thanks to their generally low intelligence, high physical strength, and fast breeding rate Orcs were prized as manual laborers, and often forced into servitude by the more ‘civilized’ races (such as elves and humans). Moreover, the fact that Orcs tended to be considered ugly by other humanoids and prone to violence, generally led members of other species to have little sympathy for the Orcish people.

By the late 18th century virtually all Orcs in Europe, Asia, Russia, and India had been enslaved or wiped out. Only in the Americas and the African continent did Orc tribes and nations remain free and independent.

But they would not remain free for long.

Like many Africans of Orcish descent, Adisa had been captured and brought to Europe, then sold to Europeans who regarded her as subhuman (or sub-elfin for that matter) due to her parentage (despite that fact that all she was 3 quarters human).

As far as most humans, elves, and dwarves were concerned, just a little Orc blood made you unforgivably tainted, and fit only for servitude or death.

So Adisa, like so many other humans ‘tainted’ with Orcish blood eventually ended up in the slave markets of France, were she was purchased by the nobleman Pierre Casta, as a birthday gift for his only daughter, the jaded Marian Casta.

Adisa was a beautiful woman.
With large heavy breasts, wide hips, and a big firm ass. Her nose was wide while her lips were thick and full, and Adisa’s eyes were a soulful brown. These features were only enhanced by her lovely dark brown skin and ebony hair. The only obvious trace of her non-human heritage were Adisa’s light purple nipples and vaginal lips.

Marian Casta approved of her new slave’s appearance and had promptly renamed the girl Anne, not only to establish her ownership, but also simply because she disliked the African’s foreign name.

Now Marian was ‘enjoying’ her gift within the dungeon on the Casta family estate in Paris. Accompanied by her close friend, the elf Christina Lera.

The dark elf known as Chrissy felt nervous.

Since meeting Marian Casta about a year ago, she had been intimate with a number of women (an experience she had generally enjoyed), and a few men (which she had not enjoyed that much).

But her human friend Marian had always been involved and had always been in charge.

What Casta was asking her to do now went against her all experiences and upbringing.

“Make her please you.”

The woman known as Anne was held by the arms between two burly (human) male servants. Her back and heavy buttocks crisscrossed with bruises from Marian’s whip.

Which she had just handed to Chrissy.

Anne had already learned a great deal of French, and proved willing to perform any cooking or cleaning that she was commanded to do.

However, the African had refused to pleasure her light skinned mistress, despite Casta’s insistent commands.

It seemed intolerable that a mere SLAVE would reject her (on her birthday no less). So the enraged Marian had proceeded to attempt to beat Anne into submission.

However, the blonde noblewoman had quickly grown bored when Adisa had proven surprising resistant.

Then she had spied her friend Christina Lera hiding in a corner of the dungeon.

Like Anne and Marian the dark elf was naked, and the lovely little ebony skinned elf looked especially vulnerable as she tried to ignore the beating Casta was giving Anne for refusing to join the erotic game Lera and Marian had been playing.

As she observed her timid (but surprisingly passionate) friend an idea began to take shape in Marian’s mind.

“Yes…let’s see what happens” Casta thought with a wicked grin.

Marian stepped behind Chrissy and pressed her large breasts against the drow’s back while cupping Lera’s own firm little bosom in her hands.

“I know it seems cruel…but Chrissy its for her own good…you know the commoners are too ignorant to know what’s good for them without us” Casta whispered into one of her lover’s long ears.

Chrissy shuddered in reaction.
She adored Marian’s touch, and usually went along with whatever the human noblewoman wanted.

And Yet…

The lessons of her mother, and her own feelings said it was wrong to beat and abuse someone so clearly helpless. Still, Marian was her lover and dear friend, and Chrissy did not want to offend her.

“Of…of course Mary” Chrissy replied.

“Then you will gladly deliver her punishment yourself” Marian said confidently.

“What” Chrissy exclaimed in shock.

The human woman grasped the elfin female by her shoulders and gently turned her around so the drow was facing her. Then she looked deeply into Chrissy’s beautiful crimson eyes and said “surely you don’t agree with her?”

Lera wasn’t sure how to respond to this, and simply replied “I don’t…like hurting people Mary.”

Which was true enough, although there was more to it.

To force someone to submit to her, to break another’s spirit, was completely out of Chrissy’s realm of experience. She wasn’t sure she could do it (assuming she even wanted to).

“Chrissy if you really loved me you would do this” Marian said in hurt tones.

The dark elf looked into her friend’s blue eyes, and once again found that she could deny Marian nothing.

“All…all right…I’ll do it” Chrissy said hesitantly.

Marian grabbed the whip and placed it in Chrissy’s hand.

The two male servants in the room were careful not to leer openly (at the nude women) as they held Anne steady. Knowing just how wrathful members of the Casta family could be towards their servants (Adisa’s current treatment being a good example of such).

Chrissy stepped behind the human hybrid, her breathing rapid as she held the whip. She raised the whip hand to strike, but then found that she could not go through with it. Marian moved behind the drow, and then gently grasped the elfin hand holding the whip and slowly raised it forward to strike the slave’s back.

The light blow wasn’t enough to even leave a mark on Adisa’s skin, and the African slave made no reaction to it. But as Marian continued to guide Chrissy’s body through the movements of torture, she gradually increased the strength of the blows, until Anne began crying out in pain.

All the while Casta whispered things like “perhaps your too weak to be my friend Chrissy…your too passive…you never seem to demonstrate any inner strength or fire.”

Lera was not by nature an aggressive or violent person. However, she could still be angered and insulted.

Spurred on by Marian’s deliberately cruel words, Chrissy began to take out her anger and rage on the woman before her. Putting real strength into her blows.

Marian let go of Lera and stepped back, a smug smile upon her aristocratic features.

Anne was openly sobbing now as the whip struck her back and left red lash marks.

She had never seen any people but humans and Orcs until recently, and while she had initially been frightened by the strange (to her) appearance of the red eyed and black skinned elf, she had quickly learned that Chrissy was far kinder than her HUMAN masters and mistresses (at least that’s what she thought).

However, Adisa was beginning to think that the dark elf was just as cruel as her lighter skin masters.

Despite the revulsion she felt for what Mistress Marian commanded of her, and her earlier resolve not to willingly give up this part of herself, the pain of the whip became too much for Anne.

“STOP…STOP…I’LL DO IT” Adisa cried out desperately.

Her words shook Chrissy out of her rage, and the elf dropped the whip, shocked by what she just done.

Marian stepped in front of the slave. Then she said in a deceptively mild tone as she pinched Anne’s large purple nipples “do what…Anne.”

“Plea…pleasure you…Mistress Marian” Adisa said in defeat.

“No…not me…Chrissy…you owe her that for making her go to the trouble of disciplining you” Marian said wickedly.

Chrissy stared at her lover in surprise. But whatever opposition she had to the idea died unspoken when she saw Marian’s warning look.

The two human servants forced the African slave down onto her hands and knees as Lera went to get one of the magic healing potions that were kept in the Casta dungeon for occasions such as this. Intending to use it on Anne’s ravaged back and buttocks.

But Marian intercepted her and took the bottle of magical fluid away from her elfin lover.

“But Marian…hasn’t the poor girl suffered enough” Chrissy pleaded.

“I know Chrissy…but if were too easy on her now well just have punish her again later…you can give her the potion afterwards” the human woman answered in soothing tones.

Casta gently grasped Chrissy by the shoulder and guided her to where Anne was being held. Then Marian put down the healing potion and positioned her friend on her knees so that Lera’s sex was only a few inches from Anne’s head.

Adisa looked straight ahead, and found herself staring at Chrissy’s womanhood. She had never looked at another woman’s vagina like this before, but she knew what was expected of her.

Motivated by her dread of another whipping, Anne opened her mouth and extended her tongue, running it along Chrissy’s delicate vaginal lips.

Lera moaned.
Part of her knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this at all, yet despite the fact that Anne was a total novice at the art of bringing pleasure to another woman, there was something…exciting about the whole situation.

For the first time in her life she was truly dominating someone.

Making them hers.
And despite her guilt it felt kinda…good.

All her life Christina Lera had let others define her and take the lead. First her mother, tutors, and other caretakers. Then Marian and those in her crowd.

Making Chrissy’s sudden power deliciously novel.

However, when she looked at the marks on Anne’s back and buttocks, her doubts returned.

Almost as though she could read the drow’s thoughts, Marian stepped up to Chrissy and whispered in her ear “don’t let your mother’s or the Church’s stupid notions about morality ruin the moment…it feels right because it is.”

Then she began to caress Lera’s big black nipples and gently nibble on the elf’s sensitive ear. Chrissy responded by panting softly.

Sensing her approaching climax, Marian reached down and pushed the slave’s face away. Then she lightly pinched Chrissy’s hard clitoris.

Lera cried out and her body shook in Casta’s arms as she came.

Marian sat down and pulled the little dark elf into her lap, crisply commanding the male servants to tend to Anne’s wounds and then take the slave to her room as she did so.

Chrissy rested in the human woman’s embrace. Exhausted by her recent emotional ordeal.

Marian thought of what she had just witnessed.

She had never imagined that her shy little lover could be so dominant.

“You have hidden depths I never imagined Chrissy” Marian Casta thought as she contemplated ways of exploring this new side of her elfin companion.

THE END