Proper Training

Chapter 1 The Slave

Alinola slipped through the shadows in the Stonetalon dusk. The mountains were a good place for a journeyman rogue like herself to hunt- the dangers were many and the enemies fierce. She'd made quite a bit of silver since she'd arrived a week ago. Still it didn' hurt to be careful- these mountains were full of dangerous Horde. The bouncy teal haired elf didn't have much opinion one way or the other about the members of the Horde- to her they were a faceless enemy- a story to frighten little sprouts with. Although aggressions ran strong in some places- here the Horde and Allaince shared something of a mutual agreement to ignore eachother- provided it was reasonable.

She paused as she entered a clearing- for there leaning against a tree stump in sparse and highly decorative armor was a female troll. Alinola brushed a bit of blue-green hair back from her upturned nose and hooked it behind a long ear. The tall slender female troll seemed to be asleep against the odd shaped stump atop which a small lamp burned. Her orange eyes were closed with dark green lashes leaving shadows on blue skin. She looked clean and lovely for a troll- and prosperous. Well, unspoken truce or not- she looks like she'll have some gold on her- and she probably doesn't really need it. The night elf held back a giggle as she slipped up to the dozing troll and knelt to reach her for her backpack. Alinola was so focused on the pack that she hardly noticed the weight of a heavy two fingered hand on her shoulder. Then electricity jolted her whole body and she turned dazedly to face the angry looking troll.

"What ya tink ya be doin', elf?" The female troll asked electrical energy crackling in the air around her. The elf opened and closed her mouth a few times- then she reached for her daggers quick as lightning. Electricity jolted her again leaving her in agony. She heard metal clatter on stone and knew the troll had relieved her of her daggers. Still she lunged away and got to her knees to try and run- but her legs wouldn't move fast enough and she pitched to the ground. The troll was beside her in a moment.

"What a cute elf. Ya make a good slave, mon, or a good dinner." And Alinola's world went dark. She again woke when the sun pierced her eyes- producing blinding pain and a strong desire to vomit. Everything was blurry- her sight and her memory from the night before. She felt something move and a rough hand pulled her head back. Slowly the face above her resolved it's self through the pain. It's a troll? Why is there a troll?

"Well elf, looks like ya lived through da crack on the head I gave ya. Too bad- I was tinking elf soup would taste mighty good." The troll chuckled looking her over calmly, then closed her eyes and chanted something that was like a prayer under her breath.

Alinola started to struggled and found herself bound with her wrists and ankles tied together. She was also gagged with a wide piece of leather and a leather collar around her neck attached to a chain that disappeared into the beams above her head. And most horrifying of all she was completely naked- no weapons no armor and not a single stitch of clothing. Her vision was suddenly full of green light and most of the blurriness faded. And she remembered- she'd tried to pick the troll's pocket, failing miserably. Now she was tied up in- she looked around as best she could bound and held as she was- in what was probably a troll dwelling. It had no doors and seemed like it was just a set of raised platforms open to the elements. Rickety-looking stairs led up to a second level and wooden steps led down the front. She twisted in the female troll's grip as the other finished whatever spell she was casting and saw that the dwelling extended back into the cliff descending into a large rough cave in which a small fire burned. The troll saw her looking and chuckled.

"I don't like to be cold. The winter up in these mountain- it has teeth. So when my mate and I made our home here we tink we make a cozy place for winters and summers. And for keeping pets." The troll reached up easily a full foot taller than Alinola and unhooked the chain from the beams. She undid the binding on the elven woman's feet but not her wrists. Then using her grip on Alinola's hair she pulled the reluctant elf to her feet. When the elf girl resisted and hung limply in her grasp the troll jolted her captive with electricity and chuckled as she became much more compliant. Into the cave they went- to a small dark space that was hardly more than a crack off the spacious main room. Inside was a little flat pallet and nothing else. The troll had attached the chain to a ring well above Alinola's reach outside the crack. Now she directed Alinola to the pallet and smiled around her tusks as the night elf knelt there.

"Good elf, dat make it easier on ya- not fightin'. I won't have to punish ya as much if ya don't fight me." The troll squatted beside her captive and suddenly Alinola was afraid of her in a way she'd never been afraid of another female. She felt her breath coming fast and short as her body tensed. The trolls two large fingers stroked her hair which was nearly the same blue green as her captors.

"I tink I'll call ya Slut, dat being what you are. Do ya like da name, Slut?" Alinola felt tears welling in her eyes as she shook her head. It was all too much- she'd been hunting saberfangs in Tedrassil only a few weeks before. The troll gripped her hair cruelly.

"No, mon? Ya don't want a name dat ya Mistress give you?" And the troll slapped her with a heavy hand across her cheek. Dropping the abused elf's hair she stepped out of the cubby.

"When I call ya, Slut, and ya crawl to me... den ya can eat." With those ominous words her captor vanished. Alinola wept into the springy musty smelling pallet until she passed out again. She woke to the of feeling smooth skinned hands stroking lightly between her legs- it felt so good- soothing and enticing at the same time. Alinola moaned against the leather gag as a thick finger slid between her nether lips and sank into her touching and rubbing all the right spots to make her writhe. She felt weightless and feverish- anchored to her body only by the hands pleasuring her. She moan and groaned through her gag as she came.

"Well little Slut- ya are livin up to ya name." Laughed her captor as Alinola came back to herself panting and shuddering. She lunged at the amused troll who froze her momentarily with an ice spell of some sort. The tusked woman then reached between Alinola's legs and cast her lightning spell. The Elf screamed in agony as electricity coursed through her super-sensitive moist flesh. Before the pain had gone the thick finger was thrusting inside her again while the troll gripped Alinola's hair with her other hand- keeping the elf from lunging again. Every time the elf struggled she was electrified by the hand playing between her legs and every time she found herself getting wetter.

"Dat's de funniest ting, Slut. Ya gets wetter and wetter de more I punish ya. I tink mebbe ya like it. Les try it again." And Alinola screamed into the leather when she came. The troll dropped her and licked the little elf's juices from her fingers before turning and leaving. Alinola didn't see her captor again that day- she was too worn out and hurt too much to try and crawl out of the cubby. But when she woke the next day several pressing needs made themselves known. So she crawled out of her cubby and into the main room. She found it was empty- but just outside her door was rough clay container. She looked around- there was no way she could get outside and....

A little later Alinola lay on a soft rug in the main room in the sun. She flexed her hands- testing the leather straps binding them- it was tight enough to hold her- but not enough to cut off her circulation. Her wrists felt raw from struggling, her jaw was sore from the gag and she felt dizzy with hunger and thirst. She hadn't eaten for at least a day though she thought it must be longer. Sleep.. it's all I can do. So she slept in the sun and woke to the maddening smell of cooking meat. Just outside the cave in the summer dwelling her captor was cooking what looked like rabbit stew. Alinola's mouth watered behind the thick leather and she licked at it's rough texture unable to help herself. The troll looked up and smiled evilly.

"Ya can have some if ya crawl ta me, Slut." She taunted the night elf with a steaming ladleful. Alinola rose on her knees and bowing her head, she shuffled forward. Tears dripped from her closed eyes as she moved to the end of her chain and pulled against the collar. She sat there a little while, shaking with hunger, before her gag was loosened and removed. The troll looked down at her and asked with a chuckle in her voice.

"What be ya name, elf?" Alinola forced out a whisper past the choking lump in her throat.

"Slut...M-mistress." The troll grinned at her and stroked her hair like a well behaved pet. Alinola gritted her teeth at the contact- struggling not to flinch as she remembered the tandem pain and pleasure that the hand so casually touching her had brought her earlier. Her mistress- her captor sat in front of her on a cushion with a bowl of soup and a deep spoon. The elf knelt afraid to open her mouth for fear she would scream and curse and the food so close to her would be taken away. The troll dipped out a small spoonful and smiled at her captive wickedly while she blew on it to cool it.

"Tell me ya name again." Alinola whimpered and whispered the hated nickname. She was rewarded with a spoonful of soup. She had to say disgusting thing after thing to recieve each spoonful. She called herself a night slut, a dirty little cunt, an alliance whore and worse. Each phrase had to be finished with the title mistress or she wouldn't be given anything. Her mistress would only wait until she spat the word. The soup was gone long before she was full and her captor was looking at her with a gleam in her orange eyes. The troll opened the long kilt she wore and twisted her hand in Alinola's hair. Her captor's pussy was bare and pretty Alinola noticed as her face was pushed into it.

"Lick me, Slut." the troll commanded, but the elf bit her instead making the troll chuckle.

"Ya don't have de teeth ta hurt me, naughty Slut- but mebbe ya want ta be punished?" Still holding the trembling night elf's hair with one hand she pulled off her belt. It was a tied affair made of braided leather and metal beads- when the troll brought it down on Alinola's back she screamed as it bit into her flesh. Her head was inches from the troll's glistening nether lips- just out of reach as the belt cracked agaist her back over and over. Finally the grip relaxed and the frantic elf licked with a will even as the sharp snap of the belt continued. Alinola felt herself getting wetter- she'd never been treated like this before- never been hurt. I'm crying- it hurts.. and I like it... I feel dirty... disgusting... and I want more....

The elf felt herself blushing and shifted her hips to press her wet cunt to the rug under her. She rubbed herself against the fur while she licked the troll. I'll be a good little Slut... it makes me feel so...

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Hi Readers! Sneaky here ^.^ Hope you are enjoying the escapades of Alinola and Etai! In fact I'd really like to know if you did so please rate and if you have something to say I'd love to hear it! I'll get the next chapter up soon- seeing as how it's already written and I'm on the final chapter of the story.