Chapter 17(Von)
The next day was hardly busy at all, well not for the Gwendils at least.
The harvest was collected, the fields were ploughed and seeded, and the seeds had yet to sprout from the ground. The soil had the perfect amount of moisture right now, and was well fertilised.
In short, there was absolutely nothing for the slaves to do out in the fields at this exact moment, and no slaves out in the fields meant that it was less important to have crossbow women in every single tower right now. Dark riders still patrolled the plantation grounds just in case a slave tried to escape, but without the obscuring corn these riders had a clear view for miles, an escaping slave had no chance of avoiding instant detection.
There was still plenty of work for the slaves to do right now. The corn grains needed to be threshed from the cobs, this threshed corn grain needed to be carefully weighed and recorded and put into precisely weighed bags, these bags had to be loaded on wagons to be sent away to market in Clar Karond, plenty of jobs that required a lot of slave labor.
Fortunately, all of these jobs were best done indoors, away from wind or rain or other elements, and the busy slaves were currently confined inside a number of barns with carefully guarded doors, needing relatively few dark elves to watch them.
Ynarana currently sat relaxedly on a wooden chair on the covered veranda of the plantation house, absentmindedly knitting herself a new pair of bride binding gloves with wooden knitting needles and a ball of wool.
Ynarana was currently wearing her usual cheap scale mail jacket, but wore a sexy new black sleeveless sex dress underneath, the dress a romantic "first growing day" present Torvines had very secretly purchased for her a few days ago, from a small general store in one room of the plantation house, giving her the extravagant gift this morning as soon as he untied her!
Ynarana was astonished by this extravagant and sexually provocative present, honestly just expecting a usual black feather today!
The first day after crops were seeded on any plantation was known as "first growing day", and had special significance as a symbolic day of fertility. As a symbolic fertility day, the day was also synonymous with sex and the coupling of dark elf men and women, and had traditional rituals along these themes that were traditionally practiced by the dark elf inhabitants of a given plantation. As this plantation grew two harvests of field corn a year, it had two "first growing days", one at the end of winter and another one now in mid summer.
On a given first growing day, male dark elves would traditionally give some black coloured wearable item to female dark elves they were sexually attracted to, black being a colour that was generally considered sacred and good luck to dark elves. Most usually the item given was an inexpensive black feather that the dark elf woman could put in her hair as an ornamentation, or failing that a black twig if the dark elf man was particularly cheap.
Dark elf men would individually decide which dark elf woman on the plantation they most desired to have sex with, and present her with a black feather or black twig to put in her hair, displaying to all that this woman was considered the most sexually desirable to them. Women could receive these presents from more than one man if more than one gave her such gifts, and the more black items the woman wore, the more sexually desirable she was shown to be. The woman on the plantation who received the most gifts by the end of the day would be declared as the most sexy woman on the entire plantation, and would be showered with praise.
Of course it got more complicated than just a straight beauty contest, with all sorts of politics and intrigues involved. Dark elf women who were already in an intimate relationship with a dark elf man naturally expected their man to award them the black item, and would be deeply offended if he awarded the black item to another. Also, dark elf men who wanted to have sex with a given woman, even if she was not the most attractive, could award the woman with the black item to gain her favour, making her easier to seduce.
Some men of course tried to give black items to more than one woman, pretending that each of them was his favourite to make it easier to sleep with at least one of them, but this sneaky way of cheating resulted in rage from the chosen women if it was discovered. Some men just wanted to suck up to some female superior to gain her favour for personal advancement, but only on other plantations that actually had females in positions of superior rank to any males. The combinations of sneaky tactics could be quite ingenious sometimes.
Also important was the marital status or relationship status of a dark elf woman. Women like Ynarana, who already had husbands or other male lovers who laid claim to them, were jealously guarded by their male partners, and these men would be enraged if any other man presented their wife or lover with a black gift on first growing day. Few dark elf men were foolish enough to dare to give a gift to a woman who was already claimed, no matter how beautiful that woman was, risking the jealous outrage of their existing partner.
Given all of this intrigue and expectations, Ynarana had naturally expected a black feather from Torvines today, and would have been mortally offended if he didn't give her one. But she hadn't expected him to give her an extravagant expensive black sex dress as her black item!
The black sex dress had cost more than Ynarana made in a month, made of fine dyed black cotton!
It was a sex dress, as the name suggested it was a dress designed for having sex in. The skirt was shockingly short, barely long enough to hide her complete lack of underwear when she sat down, easily pulled up to expose her two lower holes to facilitate ease of having sex. The chest of the sex dress had cleavage so low and so loose fitting that one or both of her boobs kept accidentally popping out, to facilitate easy access to her breasts without taking the dress off. Ynarana's chest modesty was relying heavily on her scale mail jacket right now.
By giving her a black item that was at once so expensive and so sexually provocative, Torvines was making an extreme and very public proclamation about how sexually attractive he found Ynarana. It said that not only was he adamant that she was without a doubt the most sexually attractive woman on the plantation, but that she was SO sexually attractive that he wanted her in a sex dress so that he could have sex with her right now, without even waiting to undress her first!
It was a romantic gesture so extreme that it was almost embarrassing!
Ynarana had mixed feelings about being given this black sex dress and being ordered to wear it all day. It was really REALLY romantic and made her feel so beautiful and loved. But on the other hand it was embarrassing to be dressed in a sex dress at work!
Men and Gwendils alike had been looking at her bare thighs and at her barely concealed bottom and crotch, and only the fact that she was Torvines' wife had stopped men from heckling her or touching her or even raping her on the spot when she was dressed like this! Even the provocative clothes she wore to the former Gwendil parties were more modest than this sex dress!
Ynarana blushed, and touched the reassuring shoulder stock of her repeater crossbow with her booted foot for comfort, making her feel like she could at least defend herself right now. Ynarana's repeater crossbow lay on the floor of the veranda beside her chair in easy reach, just in case there was some emergency, and she was sitting outside on the veranda so that she could, in theory, rush to defend against some emergency threat. Ynarana highly doubted that this would be necessary today however.
The various verandas of the plantation house were currently filled with day shift Gwendils sitting in seats, all of them extremely relaxed and comfortable, doing various things like sewing or knitting or maintaining equipment, or just talking or thinking or even napping in their chairs. A few of the most beautiful Gwendils had one or more black feathers or twigs set in their tied back hair, deemed the most sexually attractive by various men and given these gifts to wear.
The Gwendils didn't seem to mind these first growing day gifts praising them for their sexual attractiveness, it deeply gratified their pride and vanity to be judged one of the most beautiful women in the plantation. Being given a gift didn't put any sexual or other obligation on the women who received them, they didn't even need to have sex with the men who gave them these gifts.
Ynarana herself used to get a few gifts each first growing day back when she was single, mostly because her unusually large breasts were the biggest on the plantation. Certain dark elf men really liked large breasts, especially Torvines back before he was her husband. Ynarana hadn't ever won the beauty contest, but the men with a particular thing for large breasts had usually given her gifts.
It was a very relaxed atmosphere on the veranda, and the only complaint Ynarana really had right now was that Sethelel wasn't here. Sethelel was currently asleep in Lordling Runor's bed, as she had night shift tonight, and Ynarana missed her.
Ynarana was being coldly ignored by the other Gwendils as ever, but wasn't being actively avoided anymore, which was a slight improvement. She held out hope that she would be gradually forgiven with time, the hatred against her getting slightly less each day.
Ynarana didn't let her cold reception bother her, and just focused on knitting her bride binding gloves, repeatedly slipping her hands into the growing gloves to make sure the size was right, pausing only occasionally to put one or both boobs back in her cleavage under her scale mail jacket.
Ynarana felt strangely empowered knitting her gloves, she badly needed new gloves just so that she had a second pair to wear so she could wash and dry the original pair Safafi had given her. The original pair were getting quite smelly now from sweat, and got slightly more smelly each night when she sweated in them. Being tickled or made to orgasm built up quite a sweat after all. Ynarana had great need of these gloves, and they were taking shape under her own hands, it felt so empowering for some reason.
Ynarana knitted and knitted, and was almost surprised when she actually completed the new gloves, trying them on enthusiastically to make sure they fitted.
"I finished my gloves!", Ynarana told the veranda in general excitedly.
The other Gwendils silently looked at her, but didn't reply.
"I'm going to knit another pair", Ynarana announced happily, taking off her new gloves and putting them safely beside her bottom in the chair.
Ynarana felt a strange joy and peace as she started knitting again, unsure why this task made her feel so happy.
Ynarana often felt inexplicably peaceful since becoming a bound bride, and was frequently surprised by faint feelings of joy. The strange transformation of the "taming" process was starting to show it's tiny little first fruits on Ynarana it seemed. Ynarana was still nothing like the level of Safafi, not even close, but the first slight changes were just becoming noticeable in her toxic heart.
Ynarana soon found herself happily humming a joyful traditional song, about the future day when the dark elves finally took back Ulthuan and tortured all the high elves to death, a glorious ballard of joy and hope that encompassed everything the dark elf race aspired to achieve.
"Shut up!", one of the day shift Gwendils finally snapped at Ynarana when the humming continued.
Ynarana fell silent, but felt a strange happiness that one of the Gwendils had finally spoken to her again, even just to tell her to shut up.
Ynarana continued knitting in silence, basking in a strange very slight feeling of contentment. She had never felt so healthy in her heart before, she had never carried less toxic burdens up to this point, it was a wonderful feeling.
Slight movement in the corner of her eye drew Ynarana's attention to a barn tens of paces away, and she saw a small gaggle of dark elf slave drivers exiting the guarded door of the barn, heading towards the plantation house.
The slave drivers were all low born dark elf men, dressed in the armour of common spear elves, the armour irritatingly much better quality than the cheap and nasty scale mail vests of the crossbow women, with proper light breastplates on their chests and light chain mail on their limbs, with actual helmets on their heads, rather than left bareheaded like the poor crossbow women who were never taken seriously as warriors by Lordling Runor.
The slave drivers had shields and spears stored back in the plantation house, which could be equipped if there was a war, and which they regularly trained with to maintain their skills as spearmen in the event of war. But during their usual duties as slave drivers they carried whips and scabbarded swords at their belts, easily enough to handle the malnourished half naked human slaves.
The Gwendils all noticed that these slave drivers each carried a black feather or black twig, and were eagerly making straight for the women.
Ynarana blushed slightly as the slave drivers got close enough to clearly see what she was wearing and lowered their heads to try to see up her extremely short skirt!
"Do you mind!", Ynarana snapped indignantly.
"We don't mind at all. Nice sex dress", one of the slave drivers replied cheekily.
"My HUSBAND gave me this sex dress for first growing day", Ynarana replied indignantly.
The slave drivers nodded, and wisely stopped pestering the House Movavul bound bride, flirting with the other Gwendils instead.
Particularly sexy Gwendils smiled proudly as they were given black feathers or twigs by various slave drivers, and put these in their hair alongside other feathers and twigs other men had given them earlier. Less attractive Gwendils without any feathers or twigs in their hair looked slightly disappointed when no men gave them gifts, feeling ugly.
First growing day could be absolutely brutal to a woman's self esteem if she didn't get a gift. It was basically just a beauty contest that only awarded the most especially sexy women, leaving other even perfectly sexy women feeling ugly if they didn't get a gift.
One of the slave drivers who hadn't given away his black feather yet noted the disappointed looks on the women with no gifts, and deliberately went to the Gwendil who looked the most bitterly disappointed and gave her the black feather.
The woman, one of the new ducklings, brightened up with a beaming smile as she received the feather, thanking the man and proudly putting the feather in her hair.
The slave driver immediately pressed his advantage, flirting with the duckling and making unsubtle sexual advances. The duckling was a bit less happy with this development, and was even less happy when the slave driver took out his penis inches in front of her face.
Ynarana and the other Gwendils politely looked the other way as the duckling reluctantly sucked the proffered penis just to get some peace.
The slave drivers headed back to the barn, many regretful that they hadn't used their feather or stick as a bribe to get their penis sucked. They had only come out to give gifts to the women and needed to get back to work.
Ynarana knitted away happily, enjoying finally having the free time to knit herself bride binding gloves. Ynarana had enjoyed almost no free time at all since becoming a bound bride, Torvines kept her either very busy or tied up at all times she wasn't working.
Ynarana's life outside of work was an endless grind of doing cleaning and other chores, sexually pleasing her husband, interrogation, occasional brutal beatings, excessive tickling, other punishments, discipline exercises, and often just being left quietly tied to the bed to "keep her out of mischief", sometimes for hours. Ynarana had almost nonexistent free time to knit as a result, making this time right now especially precious.
More slave drivers came as Ynarana continued to knit, presenting black feathers or twigs to various women, and Ynarana politely ignored them, as none of them were here to give her a gift as a married woman.
"Finished my second pair", Ynarana said proudly, putting on the woollen gloves to test them for size and comfort.
The other Gwendils just looked at her silently.
Ynarana took off the gloves and checked her wool supply, wondering if she had enough wool left to knit a third pair.
"Not enough", Ynarana noted disappointedly.
Ynarana put her knitting needles and remaining wool on the wooden floor of the veranda next to her chair, putting down her gloves folded next to them.
Ynarana was at a sudden loss for something to do, and relaxed contentedly, extremely comfortable sitting down.
"I don't think I can fit any more feathers in my hair", a Gwendil named Elrana Vorkoth giggled happily at the latest slave driver to give her a black feather, her hair filled to bursting with black feathers and twigs already.
Other Gwendils muttered jealously, Elrana always won the first growing day beauty contest, for over ten years in a row now.
Elrana squeezed this new feather into her luscious black hair with effort, and the slave driver smiled delightedly, touching her shoulder eagerly, transparently wanting to fuck Elrana.
"I don't give it away that easy", Elrana said cutely.
"Oh?, What is your price then?", the slave driver asked huskily.
"Just keep giving me money, I will tell you when you have given me enough", Elrana flirted cutely.
The slave driver laughed, absolute putty in her hands, and she eventually sucked his penis openly on the Gwendil-crowded veranda after he slipped her several coins.
"Too easy", Elrana chuckled quietly as soon as the man left out of earshot.
Elrana Vorkoth was easily the most beautiful Gwendil on the plantation, with the prettiest face by far. Her body was not quite as busty as Ynarana's, but her skin was completely flawless and undamaged, her face very beautiful. Men were drawn to her like moths to a flame, and she took ruthless advantage of them for her own financial gain, basically acting like a prostitute that men threw money at in exchange for sex.
Elrana was the personal favourite bed companion of Lordling Runor, the one he fucked the most and tipped the most generously. She was also the woman on the plantation who held the record for being courted for a relationship the most times by eager men, and also held the record for highest number of courtships politely turned down. Almost all the men on the plantation wanted her, and she was constantly showered with gifts and praise by men.
Unfortunately for the men, Elrana was a massive Gwendil with absolutely no sexual attraction to men, but this fact didn't stop her from taking ruthless advantage of the men for her own benefit.
Elrana's current Gwendil girlfriend, Nirsa Kegrogat, jealously slid her chair a little closer to Elrana, watching the other Gwendils carefully to make sure that none were thinking to steal Elrana for themselves. Elrana was as coveted among the Gwendils as she was among the men, and the competition over her as a girlfriend was extremely fierce. Elrana was very aware of this competition over her affections, and used this fact ruthlessly to ensure that she was heavily sexually pampered for her own pleasure by her girlfriends.
Nirsa immediately pampered Elrana with a soothing shoulder massage, making Elrana groan in pleasure and satisfaction, and Nirsa subtly eyed the other Gwendils to not even think about stealing Elrana from her.
Nirsa was not one of the more attractive Gwendils, rather plain in fact, but was one of the most skilled at giving pleasure, her ability to give oral pleasure in particular was among the very best on the plantation. Nirsa was also one of the strongest and most mannish of the Gwendils, well muscled for a woman and very capable of beating up the average Gwendil in a fight. Her hair was cut quite short and she favoured more masculine clothing choices.
Nirsa was so obviously a Gwendil in her unfeminine appearance and fashion choices, that she had been forced to actually get a committed boyfriend among the male plantation staff just to ease suspicions. The Gwendils usually resisted getting boyfriends at all costs if they could help it, but Nirsa had been extremely aggressive in actually asking men for relationships, and had eventually found one of the most ugly low born male slave drivers, named Gugath Lokoveth, who wasn't deterred by her lack of traditional femininity.
Lordling Runor still made Nirsa sleep in his bed each night, much to the annoyance of her ugly boyfriend Gugath, but Nirsa still (reluctantly) met up with Gugath for regular sex to keep the cover saving relationship. This was just the price one paid for being a Gwendil who abandoned her traditional femininity.
Nirsa was desperate to keep her girlfriend Elrana, had sacrificed precious night shift orgies to keep Elrana, and could be extremely vicious against any perceived romantic rivals among the Gwendils, using her unfeminine strength to viciously see off rivals. Any Gwendil who went anywhere near Elrana in a sexual or romantic way risked a brutal beating from the outraged Nirsa.
Elrana was the only Gwendil who was actually forbidden by Lordling Runor to serve in night shift. Elrana was the Lordling's favourite to have sex with, and he wanted her in his bed every night for him to fuck, meaning no night shifts for poor Elrana. Any woman who would be Elrana's girlfriend had to sacrifice night shift too.
Ynarana looked at the muscular short haired Nirsa curiously, noting her men's clothes and absolute lack of femininity. She was not repellently ugly, but certainly wasn't beautiful in the traditional feminine sense. Ynarana had of course fucked Nirsa in the past back before Elrana was Nirsa's girlfriend, and the burly Gwendil had sucked her clitoris so hard that Ynarana had been amazed it wasn't ripped out of her body!
The clitoris sucking had been extremely intense, it was one of the hardest and most intense orgasms Ynarana had ever had. Ynarana understood why Elrana wanted this clitoris sucking master for a girlfriend, the orgasms were very extreme.
Nirsa had only one black feather fastened by a hair pin into her short black hair, the feather being the obligatory gift from her boyfriend Gugath this morning, and if not for her boyfriend she would have no black feathers at all, men were not looking at her twice.
Nirsa noticed Ynarana's gaze, and glared suspiciously, imagining that Ynarana wished to steal Elrana.
Ynarana held up her open hands in innocence, shaking her head.
Ynarana wisely averted her gaze all the same, and deliberately looked the other way, not desiring the jealous wrath of Nirsa.
Nirsa was even angrier than usual ever since Vladana had put a stop to the nightly Gwendil parties, as Nirsa hadn't had enough privacy to have sex with Elrana ever since without these parties. The lack of sex was making Nirsa ever more aggravated and wrathful with each passing day.
More slave drivers were walking over to visit the Gwendils with black feathers, the men seemingly taking it in turns to visit the women without it affecting the slaves too much. The men mostly headed straight towards Elrana.
"Hi there sexy, suck my manhood like a good woman", one of the men opened expectantly!
Ynarana turned around in shock, wondering who was saying such things to Elrana?!
Ynarana immediately noticed the ugly Gugath exposing his penis to Nirsa, and relaxed, the inflammatory words had been simply been said by Gugath to his girlfriend Nirsa, not directed at Elrana.
"Gugath!, We are in public in front of so many people!", Nirsa protested, pushing the penis out of her face.
"Don't be so shy", Gugath chuckled, pressing the penis relentlessly towards her face!
Nirsa stood up immediately, almost as tall as Gugath and easily as heavy and burly, and shoved the ugly creep away with surprising strength for a woman.
"Don't be so coy", other slave drivers watching this laughed.
"I am not going to do anything like that in public, what sort of girlfriend do you think I am?!", Nirsa protested angrily.
"In private then, come inside", Gugath said huskily, pulling on her hand towards the nearest door.
Nirsa was reluctant to let Elrana out of her sight, but reluctantly agreed just to get some peace, entering the plantation house holding hands with Gugath.
"A paragon of femininity if ever I saw one", one of the slave drivers quipped as soon as Gugath was out of earshot.
The other slave drivers burst out laughing.
"Gugath certainly has a type", another slave driver laughed.
The Gwendils said not a word, not even Elrana. This was dangerous talk to get involved in, they had to just let the men have their hurtful jokes without getting involved in the conversation.
"Gorgeous women everywhere, and Gugath chooses the one that is a man", a slave driver ridiculed.
The other men roared with laughter.
The men made more cruel insulting jokes along these lines to each other, even as they gave black feathers to Nirsa's girlfriend Elrana, and the Gwendils were all deathly silent.
Eventually Gugath returned from the plantation house holding hands with a disheveled looking Nirsa, and the men all applauded teasingly.
Gugath gave a theatrical bow, and kissed Nirsa passionately on the mouth.
"I have to get back to work my beautiful one, I will see you later", Gugath told Nirsa affectionately, giving her one last kiss.
"Goodbye Gugath", Nirsa said calmly in farewell, and sat back down next to Elrana.
The other slave drivers gradually left too, leaving the Gwendils on the veranda in peace yet again.
Ynarana was just starting to relax when Torvines and a group of dark riders galloped around the side of the plantation house into view, coming to a halt in front of the veranda.
Ynarana had enough presence of mind to take off her scale mail jacket so that she was wearing only her sex dress, and waved happily to Torvines, causing one of her boobs to accidentally pop out of her cleavage.
Ynarana put her boob back in, blushing slightly, and sat up as Torvines dismounted and strode forcefully towards her.
Torvines didn't even say hello, merely roughly pulling her breasts out of her cleavage and aggressively squeezing them, leaning down to kiss her lips passionately!
Ynarana had enough sense to immediately start fantasising to get herself wet, and moments later Torvines pulled up her extremely short skirt, putting two fingers inside her!
Torvines seemed indifferent to the fact that everyone could see this, and roughly pulled Ynarana to her feet, turning her around and roughly bending her forward over the armrests of the chair, tugging up her skirt to expose absolutely everything!
Moments later Ynarana felt Torvines' erect penis enter her vagina from behind, and she groaned softly as she was dominantly fucked, blushing from everyone gawking at her.
The dark riders cheered and laughed as Torvines fucked her, and Ynarana's head was forced back when Torvines grabbed a handful of her long black hair and pulled it hard, making her feel even more dominated.
Ynarana was blushing scarlet, completely humiliated, but she was far too submissive towards Torvines to resist in any way, having learned from hard experience that resistance was never worth the subsequent punishments.
Torvines kept fucking her energetically, occasionally playing with her boobs where they hung exposed from her cleavage, pulling her hair again and again so that she couldn't even lower her face in shame!
Torvines didn't even give her permission to orgasm, simply dominantly ejaculating inside her without letting her climax, pulling out of her and gently spanking her bottom in front of everyone!
Ynarana submissively thanked Torvines for this rough treatment and he took a rag from his pocket to roughly clean her vagina of excess semen.
Torvines pulled Ynarana back up to her feet and assertively spun her around to face him, kissing her passionately and squeezing one of her bare breasts very dominantly!
Ynarana was completely overwhelmed, and could only submit, gasping and groaning in dismay and pleasure as she was dominated like this in public.
Torvines sat down on her chair, and assertively pulled Ynarana down into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
Ynarana could only sit in his lap, dismayed and overwhelmed to the point where she couldn't even process what was happening to her.
Torvines played with her nipples dominantly, making her grunt and groan softly.
The other Gwendils were simply gawking at Torvines in stunned disbelief at what he was doing, as dark riders continued to laugh and mockingly applaud him.
"What a wonderful wife you are Ynarana", Torvines chuckled fondly as he played with her nipples assertively.
"Tha-thank you husband, and thank you for fucking me", Ynarana stammered, blushing quite badly from this very public humiliation.
Torvines eventually left her nipples alone, and allowed her to put her breasts back in her cleavage, simply holding his arms around her waist from behind as she sat on his lap.
"Look Torvines, I knitted two new pairs of bride binding gloves", Ynarana changed the subject, leaning down and picking up both pairs of new gloves to show him.
"Very good!, Well done Ynarana!", Torvines laughed delightedly in happy approval.
"Thank you. I would like to knit even more today, but I don't have enough wool", Ynarana replied happily.
"I will buy you some more at once then", Torvines said generously with great affection, and Ynarana got off his lap as he rose from the chair.
Torvines swaggered off into the plantation house, and Ynarana stood waiting for him to return, pausing only occasionally to put a slipped breast back in the cleavage of her sex dress.
Torvines was soon back, holding an entire armful of balls of wool!
"Oh by Khaine!, So much!, Thank you Torvines", Ynarana thanked him profusely, deeply touched by his generosity.
Torvines put the huge pile of wool balls on the floor next to her chair, and kissed Ynarana passionately.
Ynarana held submissively still when he broke the kiss, and he held his forehead tenderly against her own, their faces intimately close.
Ynarana felt completely dominated by her husband, trained not to resist him in any way, and felt extremely small right now.
"You are beautifully submissive", Torvines whispered to her approvingly.
Ynarana nodded her head very softly, feeling tenderly dominated.
"Thank you", Ynarana added with a start.
"I need to get back to work, I will see you later my dear", Torvines said softly, kissing her again.
"Goodbye Torvines", Ynarana replied when he broke the kiss, waving farewell as he walked away.
Torvines was raucously congratulated by his men as he rejoined them, the men deeply amused by Torvines' treatment of his bound bride, and Torvines bowed theatrically with an amused smile.
Ynarana waved him off as he rode away, and gratefully put her scale mail jacket back on to cover her uncooperative cleavage.
The other Gwendils were gawking at Ynarana as she sat back down.
"I'm fine", Ynarana reassured with surprising happiness, surprising even herself with how ok she was considering what had just happened.
"Your positive attitude is even more infuriating than your husband's treatment of you, stop being so happy!", Nirsa snapped angrily.
"I'm sorry to make you angry Nirsa. But would you rather that I weep or smile in the face of my life as a bound bride?", Ynarana replied politely and hesitantly, slightly surprised to even be talked to.
"Weeping", replied every Gwendil in earshot of the conversation in unison.
Ynarana blinked at this response.
"You deserve to weep, that would be much more satisfying to see", Nirsa said hatefully.
Ynarana fell silent at these words, the other Gwendils were still far from forgiving her yet.
"I do suffer, I get disciplined severely with beatings in private, I cry when he beats me", Ynarana quietly admitted, hesitantly lifting up her dress and mail jacket to show off the hideous bruises all over her upper stomach below the boobs.
The Gwendils looked closely at these bruises for a few moments, and Ynarana covered herself once more.
"Wife beating disgusts me, but you fucking deserve to be beaten you horrible bitch!", Nirsa hissed at Ynarana
Ynarana hung her head in shame, nodding in guilty agreement.
"That is a bit uncharitable and insulting Nirsa", the voice of Lordling Runor said coldly from a shuttered window right behind the group of Gwendils!
"Lordling Runor!", the Gwendils all exclaimed in unison, turning around urgently to look at the shuttered window looking guilty and surprised.
Lordling Runor walked out of a door onto the veranda, looking imperious with the air of one scolding naughty children caught in the act of mischief.
"What do all you women have to say for yourselves?", Lordling Runor said condescendingly.
The Gwendils all murmured unintelligibly, saying nothing but noise.
"I have been watching you women for days, Ynarana Movavul has been treated coldly and harshly by all of you for many days now, you nasty spiteful women", Lordling Runor reprimanded them sternly.
"I know that you have been spiteful towards Sethelel too with your women's nonsense. I don't care about what pathetic politicking you women have among yourselves, your petty low born social squabbles are beneath my attention. Your female "feelings" and nonsense are worthless to any man, and I do NOT tolerate such utter shit causing disharmony on my property!", Lordling Runor shouted severely.
"Nirsa, you DARE to insult and verbally abuse a MIDDLE BORN CHIEF HERALDS BOUND BRIDE with your low born mouth!?, How DARE YOU!", Lordling Runor snarled.
Nirsa abased herself fearfully down on her face on the floor immediately.
"Ynarana may have been lowest born by birth, lower than even your own pathetically low born self, but she has now married into the MIDDLE BORN House Movavul. Ynarana outranks you CONSIDERABLY in social status now, and yet you DARE to insult her right to her face like an inferior!", Lordling Runor shouted down at the grovelling Nirsa.
"Ynarana has shown nothing but perfect manners towards you, I have been listening. Ynarana has not once put you in your rightful place for your disrespect, and yet you STILL felt entitled to say such DISGUSTING words to her!", Lordling Runor snarled.
"I'm sorry!", Nirsa whimpered in terror.
"OH?, You are SORRY are you?", Lordling Runor mocked coldly.
"I'm so sorry Ynarana!, Please forgive my words!", Nirsa begged desperately.
"I forgive you", Ynarana replied quickly.
"Does Ynarana's husband ALSO forgive you I wonder?", Lordling Runor growled coldly.
"Signal flaggers!, Summon Torvines here at once!", Lordling Runor shouted loudly.
"At once Lord!", men somewhere above replied obediently.
"Let's see what the bound bride's husband thinks of this", lordling Runor laughed nastily.
"And as for the rest of you women, you were quite spiteful towards poor Ynarana as well. I'm surprised and disappointed that even you were involved in this Elrana, I thought you were better than this", Lordling Runor chastised noticeably more gently.
"This nonsense feud you have with Ynarana and Sethelel ends today. I honestly don't care what petty grievances you think you have with them, this ends NOW, or I will have you flogged", Lordling Runor warned.
"Yes Lordling Runor", the Gwendils all fearfully agreed.
"I will inform all of the other women of this decision at my leisure today. If I catch any more of this nonsense, the perpetrators WILL be flogged until the blood flows", Lordling Runor warned harshly.
The Gwendils all feverishly agreed, and one by one they hugged Ynarana in reconciliation, leaving only Nirsa grovelling fearfully on the floor.
Torvines was riding over at full gallop now, and came to the plantation veranda, dismounting immediately.
"My Lord?", Torvines asked humbly, kneeling on one knee before his Lordling.
"I caught this, this… Creature, bullying and insulting your bound bride. As I recall she called your wife a "horrible bitch" who "fucking deserves to be beaten". It was utterly disgusting", Lordling Runor informed Torvines.
"Is that so?", Torvines said angrily, eyes glaring at Nirsa.
"I already made this insubordinate trash beg forgiveness from your wife, but I believe that she owes you an apology as well as the owner of this bound bride", Lordling Runor said, bidding Torvines to stand with a gesture.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!", Nirsa wept apologies.
"What punishment should this insolent low born dog receive?", Lordling Runor asked Torvines vindictively.
"Ynarana, what do you think the punishment should be?", Torvines asked curiously.
"No punishment, I forgive her", Ynarana insisted immediately.
"Oh come now, I will not hear of mercy, she must be punished", Lordling Runor demanded.
"If she enjoys acting like a nasty sow, then let her be stripped naked and put in the sty with the rest of the pigs for the rest of the day to teach her some manners", Torvines said with vindictive glee.
Lordling Runor laughed uproariously in cruel delight at this suggestion, and ordered the other Gwendils to strip Nirsa naked, which they fearfully did.
Torvines and Lordling Runor then each picked up a stick and forced the naked Nirsa to crawl all the way to the pigsty, beating her bottom with their sticks whenever she didn't crawl fast enough!
Ynarana watched in dismay as Nirsa entered the fenced yard of the muddy sty with the pigs, and watched aghast as Nirsa was beaten with sticks until she rolled and wallowed in the mud and pig shit until she was filthy with mud and excrement!
"I don't want this woman leaving this sty until the end of the day. If she leaves early I will have her flogged and put with the pigs again all day tomorrow as well", Lordling Runor loudly told everyone with a line of sight to this humiliating spectacle.
Torvines talked and laughed with his Lordling for a few minutes beside the fence of the sty as Nirsa continued to deliberately humiliate herself by wallowing in the filth, and the other Gwendils fearfully huddled around Ynarana in a show of friendship.
Torvines was eventually dismissed, and rode away to rejoin his patrol, and Lordling Runor walked back towards the plantation house, grinning to himself.
"Let this be the end of all of this nonsense now. You are all friends again, this is NOT negotiable", Lordling Runor said as he walked back onto the veranda.
The women all fearfully agreed.
"Elrana, come", Lordling Runor added expectantly.
The beautiful Elrana fearfully obeyed, and accompanied Lordling Runor inside to presumably have sex with him.
Ynarana and the others all fearfully sat down, too nervous to say anything at all now, and Ynarana eventually got started knitting her third pair of gloves.
***…
Ynarana was very quiet as she submissively sat with Torvines and his dark rider friends at a table in a mess room in the late afternoon, eating the food that her husband had allowed her to serve herself.
She still wore the sex dress, and had taken off her scale mail jacket for Torvines pleasure, making her need to continually be vigilant to keep her breasts in her cleavage.
Nirsa was currently looking humiliated, naked and covered in filth in the middle of the floor on her hands and knees, eating her dinner out of a specially set up pig trough, as dark elves jeered and laughed.
Even Nirsa's own boyfriend was laughing, putting some of his leftover food in her trough cheekily, earning himself a betrayed look from Nirsa. The male dark elves were all having a wonderful time laughing at Nirsa and congratulating Torvines on this imaginative punishment idea.
Torvines' friends were treating Ynarana with more respect today, seeing that she was beautifully submissive and well behaved for her husband, occasionally telling her that she was "a good bound bride".
Ynarana politely replied when spoken to, but did not initiate any conversation, not in a very talkative mood wearing a sex dress in a crowded room as Nirsa was made to act like a pig.
Ynarana quietly finished her meal, and sat submissively.
"Show my friends what you knitted today Ynarana", Torvines said without warning in a pause in the conversation.
Ynarana flinched to attention and picked up all the new bride binding gloves from a neat pile of things on the floor under her chair.
"New bride binding gloves", Ynarana said happily enough, genuinely proud of her achievement.
"What beautiful submission in such a new bound bride, just sublime", one of the dark riders praised her.
"Thank you", Ynarana replied shyly.
Ynarana shyly passed around the gloves when men gestured to hold them, feeling very small.
"Four pairs knitted in a single day", Torvines said proudly.
"I enjoy knitting them husband", Ynarana said humbly with a small smile.
"What beautiful submission!, I hope that my own future wife will be so easy to tame", the dark rider who had praised her before said longingly.
"Oh?, You are also from a bride binding House?", Ynarana asked curiously.
"Indeed, House Covankath, good friends with House Movavul. House Covankath practices the grand old tradition of bride binding", the dark rider said proudly.
Ynarana took more notice of him at this, and tried to remember his name.
"It's Ruveth, Ruveth Covankath, we HAVE been introduced before", the dark rider tutted at her obvious failure to recall his name.
Torvines gave Ynarana's nipple a painful twist in punishment for forgetting his friend's name, and she hissed in pain and submissively thanked him for punishing her.
"Beautifully submissive. For an outside woman to be so well behaved so soon into the marriage is rare indeed. You are a wonderful bound bride Ynarana, just exquisitely well behaved", Ruveth praised her.
"Thank you Ruveth", Ynarana replied shyly, feeling strange pleasure from this praise.
"She is an utter delight, I couldn't be happier with her", Torvines said happily.
Ynarana smiled fondly at this praise from her husband, it felt good to be praised like this.
"I would very much like to see how you tame her", Ruveth said hopefully.
"You want to see me taming her tonight?", Torvines asked Ruveth seriously.
"Yes very much if that is agreeable with you", Ruveth said eagerly.
Ynarana tensed apprehensively but said nothing.
"She is afraid you will say yes", Ruveth chuckled perceptively.
"I think she is anxious of you overhearing her interrogation", Torvines explained.
Ynarana nodded uncomfortably.
"I am getting her to reveal extremely personal secrets at the moment, it would not be good for you to overhear them", Torvines apologised to Ruveth.
"Another time then", Ruveth said disappointedly.
"Another time", Torvines agreed apologetically.
Ynarana relaxed with a deep exhale of relief.
"Could you describe your technique at least?", Ruveth asked hopefully.
"I tend to spare the riding crop and other painful punishments, and just tickle her mostly. I find that fear of pain is even more effective than pain itself. She knows that the punishments are always worse than her standard discipline", Torvines explained proudly.
"Really?, You get these results with minimal pain?", Ruveth asked in surprise.
"I find that this works best with Ynarana, fear of pain is an even better motivator than pain itself. Tickling serves as her standard daily discipline, she is just stupidly ticklish", Torvines said proudly.
"Wait, is THAT why you keep tickling me so much?!", Ynarana squawked indignantly.
Both men laughed at her reaction.
"Absolutely adorable", Ruveth laughed in fond delight.
"She is, when she is in binding, there is this spot on her stomach that makes her go mad if you squeeze it. It's so fun watching her thrash and laugh", Torvines chuckled fondly.
"I absolutely hate it when you do that", Ynarana complained softly.
"Orgasm control is also great at breaking down her resistance, she will beg like crazy for permission, I like to make her really frantic before I let her climax", Torvines chuckled.
Ynarana gasped indignantly.
"You mean that you torment me like that ON PURPOSE?!", Ynarana squawked in slight disbelief.
Every man at the table laughed at her reaction.
"It's SO mean and cruel when you don't let me come!, It's SO hard to hold them back!", Ynarana protested adorably.
"She is adorable", Ruveth chuckled fondly.
"She is endlessly entertaining, my joy is complete", Torvines said proudly.
Ynarana smiled despite her irritation, finding these words very gratifying.
The conversation was interrupted at this point by loud laughter from the room, and the three dark elves turned to see Nirsa's boyfriend Gugath having "piggy-style" sex with her filthy crawling naked body from behind. Nirsa was hiding her face in her hands in shame and humiliation, looking thoroughly wretched.
The dark riders including Torvines and Ruveth roared with laughter at this cruel humiliating spectacle.
Ynarana frowned, strongly disliking the disgusting treatment of Nirsa, but didn't dare to speak.
"Gugath is going for piglets I think", Ruveth laughed.
"Oh by Khaine don't even joke about those two filthy ugly low borns BREEDING!", Torvines laughed uproariously to his friend Ruveth.
"They are not a handsome pair", Ruveth agreed with a chuckle.
"The children would not be easy on the eyes", Torvines laughed.
"I believe that that is how orks are created", Ruveth quipped, making the entire table of middle born dark riders roar with laughter.
Gugath seemed to be climaxing now, and pulled out of Nirsa, showering her back with a white spurt a moment later to the cheers and laughter of every man in the room.
"He pulled out?, No new baby orks today", Torvines chuckled in mock disappointment.
Nirsa was still hiding her face in complete humiliation, and was trembling violently with wounded pride.
Nirsa suddenly snapped and threw a punch at her boyfriend Gugath, which he barely managed to block with his raised arms.
The room laughed and taunted as Gugath was angrily attacked by his raging burly girlfriend in an unfeminine punch up, the pair of them wrestling on the floor as the room cheered and laughed.
The dysfunctional boyfriend and girlfriend eventually stopped fighting out of sheer exhaustion on Nirsa's part, and the men all complained in disappointment that the fighting was over.
"Gugath, go get that pig of yours cleaned up. You can have her in your bed tonight, I'm not touching that for at least a day", Lordling Runor finally said in a tone of magnanimous generosity.
The room laughed uproariously as Gugath took the humiliated Nirsa away, and Ynarana sighed with relief that that pitiable spectacle was finally over.
"Sounds like a romantic night for our dear Gugath", Ruveth quipped unkindly.
Slaves were now cleaning the floor of Nirsa's filth and taking away the pig trough. Lordling Runor called for calm.
"Ok everyone, it is time to see which lovely lady has the most black tokens of beauty. All the dark elf women, not counting the pig, please gather in the space in front of my table", Lordling Runor called.
Ynarana and all the other women obediently stood and gathered together as ordered.
Dark elf men catcalled and cheered at the women, making them feel uncomfortable and shy.
Ynarana's breasts then chose this exact moment to slip from her cleavage, causing explosive sounds of delight and raucous laughter from the men!
Ynarana blushed scarlet and put her breasts back in her cleavage, angrily covering her chest with her arms.
"Ok, every woman without a black gift, please sit down, the rest remain standing", Lordling Runor said, tactfully not mentioning the wardrobe malfunction of the resident bound bride.
The majority of the women sat down immediately, made to feel ugly by this humiliating tradition. Even the mannish Nirsa had gotten one black feather from her boyfriend, it wasn't exactly good for the self esteem of the women who received nothing.
Ynarana and the other minority of women with at least one gift remained standing, the majority of these having only a single black item gifted to them, often in exchange for sex with the men who had given them. Women with especially large breasts or other extreme sex appeal were the most likely to have more than one item, with fewer and fewer women having more and more, and with damn Elrana having more black gifts than all the other women put together!
Ynarana didn't even bother to pretend that there was any confusion as to who would win this, Elrana ALWAYS won the first growing day beauty competition.
"Every woman with only one black gift, return to your seats", Lordling Runor called a few moments later.
Ynarana and the majority of the other women who had remained returned to their seats, all relieved to be spared the humiliation of not having a single gift.
Ynarana sat down, (having another slight wardrobe malfunction in the process), and quietly watched as women were culled by number of gifts, until only Elrana remained, a proud confident smile on her beautiful face.
Elrana was given money and modestly expensive gifts and was showered with praise and attention for being born the most beautiful, as the other women watched jealously!
Ynarana sighed, Elrana always enjoyed the most preferential treatment by the men. She needed extra money and gifts and attention the least of all the unmarried Gwendils, while those who needed the most got given nothing. It was horribly unfair.
Elrana was paraded around the room by Lordling Runor, with a crown of woven black twigs placed on her head, as the men in the room praised her for her beauty. The other women didn't exactly feel good about their own bodies and appearances as this went on.
Elrana was paraded around like a princess right up until it was time for night shift and Torvines and Ynarana to leave just before sunset. Ynarana gratefully carried her chain mail jacket and her new gloves and her knitting supplies in her arms as she headed home across the grounds.
Ynarana sighed with relief when Torvines barred the door for the night, glad that first growing day was finally over.
"Now I'm going to fuck you so much in that dress that you will barely be able to walk afterwards", Torvines said huskily.
Ynarana trembled, the first growing day was apparently far from over yet…
***…