Chapter 19(Von)
Ynarana was blushing terribly at the start of her shift the next morning, as she sat shivering on a chair on one of the verandas of the plantation house, wearing only shoes and her scale mail vest!
In an act of diabolical sadism, Torvines had informed Ynarana this morning that today was a "naked day" for her, apparently to "build discipline" in Ynarana!, For the entire day Ynarana was forbidden from wearing a thing except shoes and her armour!
Ynarana had been horrified by this sadistic and humiliating command, but she had been promised three merciless hours straight of hard belly tickling tonight in her bride binding if she disobeyed this horrible order!
Ynarana couldn't endure three hours straight of hard belly tickling, she would almost die, she had no choice but to obey this humiliating nudity command to spare herself from this punishment!
Ynarana blushed scarlet as everyone in line of sight gawked at her, and Ynarana held her hands together over her crotch to hide her vagina from view, so humiliated right now.
Thunder rumbled in the sky yet again, and goosebumps erupted over her legs and arms as cold rain pelted the ground, cold wind blowing tiny flecks of rain under the veranda roof to rest on her bare skin.
Of all the days for the weather to change for the worse!
Ynarana shivered in the cold, feeling extremely hard done by right now.
The other Gwendils were at least pretending to be more friendly today, a small mercy, but they were not enraged by her treatment as they might be in normal circumstances, indicating that this friendliness was a lie motivated by fear of Lordling Runor.
The thunder crashed loudly overhead, making all the Gwendils on the veranda flinch slightly, and the driving rain lashed the ground even harder.
Spray from the rain was blowing under the veranda roof quite badly now, drenching everyone, and the Gwendils scrambled to de-string their repeater crossbows, putting the valuable strings safely inside dry pockets or other dry places to stop them getting wet and stretching irreversibly!
Ynarana had no pockets with her complete lack of clothing, and unhappily put her crossbow string in one of her boots, hoping that this would be enough to keep the string dry.
These sort of summer storms were infrequent but not uncommon in this part of southern Naggaroth at this time of year, sometimes blowing up out of nowhere without warning to drench everything and fill the sky with thunder, before then vanishing away to nothing again as inexplicably as they appeared. Yesterday had hardly had a cloud in the sky too, Torvines hadn't even known that he was sending her to a day of nudity in a thunderstorm until he opened the soundproof door this morning!
At least the crop fields were getting a thorough watering today, probably the only redeeming feature of this abhorrent weather.
Ynarana and the other Gwendils peered out into the driving rain with their sharp elf eyes, this would be the perfect weather for an escaping slave to try to sneak away unseen. They didn't even have strings on their crossbows right now, so needed to be especially vigilant.
The plantation was all as it should be through the sheets of driving rain, the various barns the slaves were toiling in all seemed as they should be, doors guarded by cold and unhappy looking spear elves standing in the rain in front of the half-open barn doors. The harvested corn cobs still required many more days of threshing before the grain was ready to export in covered wagons, and it was indeed fortunate that the barns were weather proof to keep the grains from getting soaked right now.
The Gwendils gradually relaxed as dull normality continued. The slaves didn't seem to be trying to escape, (they most likely were actually glad to be inside the shelter of barns during this appalling weather), everything except the weather seemed to be calm and relaxed.
Footsteps in a doorway drew all of their attention, and Sethelel appeared in a doorway dressed in her usual clothes and armour, apparently looking for Ynarana.
"Ynarana… What are you wearing?", Sethelel began, faltering.
"Torvines ordered me to be naked today…", Ynarana replied miserably.
Sethelel ran over to Ynarana instantly, looking thoroughly annoyed, and fussed over the obviously cold Ynarana.
"Apparently this will "build my discipline", according to my husband", Ynarana explained glumly, taking especial care not to say anything negative or complaining that might be overheard in this public place, out of fear of Torvines hearing about it and punishing her.
"You are covered in goosebumps", Sethelel complained unhappily, snuggling into the seat with Ynarana to help keep her warm.
Ynarana groaned in pleasure at the feel of Sethelel's warm trouser covered legs against her own freezing leg and hip, and rested her head on Sethelel's warm dry shoulder as Sethelel cuddled her tightly.
Sethelel was very obviously annoyed with Torvines for this latest sadistic indignity to Ynarana, and focused on warming Ynarana up. It was extremely sweet, making Ynarana feel loved.
Sethelel didn't say much, apparently not even bothering to criticise Torvines anymore, and Ynarana was soon feeling much warmer and less sorry for herself.
"Thank you", Ynarana whispered softly in Sethelel's ear so that only she could hear it.
Sethelel just hugged Ynarana even tighter, making Ynarana feel so tenderly loved and cherished.
The romantic warm snuggle continued in silence for a while as the weather continued to spray cold mists of the driving rain over both of them, soaking them both. Ynarana felt so warm in this wonderful snuggle with her girlfriend that not even this cold wetness on her skin bothered her anymore.
"I love you", Ynarana whispered in Sethelel's ear.
Sethelel turned to gawk at Ynarana in surprise, this was the first time that Ynarana had ever told Sethelel that she loved her.
Sethelel looked touched, and blushed slightly, hesitating to reciprocate.
Ynarana turned her ear expectantly to Sethelel's mouth, giving her the opportunity to reciprocate.
"I… (Sigh), I love you too", Sethelel whispered back hesitantly.
Ynarana smiled, feeling wonderful right now, Sethelel loved her!
Ynarana glanced around to see if they had the privacy to briefly kiss, but was disappointed to see spear elves guarding a barn looking directly at her bare vagina!
Ynarana blushed crossly and covered her private parts with her hands, having uncovered them earlier without meaning to from being distracted by Sethelel.
"Ignore them…", Sethelel whispered in her ear, drawing back Ynarana's full attention.
Ynarana nodded, and stopped covering herself with her hands, focused completely on the woman she loved.
"I… I cheated on you last night…", Sethelel whispered apologetically.
Ynarana tensed, feeling a storm of different emotions, but let Sethelel continue.
"I joined the orgy last night in a moment of weakness, I had multiple orgasms, then I came to my senses and cheated no more. I am so sorry", Sethelel whispered guiltily.
Ynarana nodded softly, hurt by this admission but not completely crushed.
"I didn't cheat emotionally, it was just mindless casual sex, I can't even remember everyone I fucked", Sethelel further explained.
Ynarana still did not reply, and Sethelel elaborated, explaining that she had tried to resist temptation, had tripped over into the orgy, and had then fucked the other Gwendils until she came to her senses and felt guilty.
Ynarana nodded gently in unhappy understanding, not pleased by this admission but not wishing to end the relationship over this single lapse in faithfulness.
"I am not happy, but we can move past this", Ynarana whispered eventually in Sethelel's ear.
Sethelel sighed with relief and nodded happily.
"I will double my resistance to temptation", Sethelel promised in Ynarana's ear.
Ynarana nodded unhappily, stinging with slight betrayal.
"At least the others have forgiven you then", Ynarana offered, changing the subject to a slightly happier direction.
"Yes, I am fully forgiven now", Sethelel whispered back.
Ynarana nodded, feeling relieved.
"They are willing to forgive you as well, if you agree to their conditions…"
Ynarana nodded enthusiastically, just about falling over herself to agree!
"They are going to… Punish, you", Sethelel whispered delicately.
Ynarana's smile collapsed, replaced with fear.
"Today they are all going to discreetly vote on exactly what punishment you will be given, as well as it's duration. After you suffer your punishment without complaint, you will be completely forgiven", Sethelel explained gravely.
Ynarana nodded apprehensively.
"They want you back on night shift so that they can punish you. You will be bound and gagged, you will not be permanently damaged", Sethelel whispered apologetically.
Ynarana gulped.
"I will inform you when they reach a decision. Torvines is… Requested, to let you go on night shift to serve your punishment", Sethelel whispered.
Ynarana nodded in agreement, she was willing to endure punishment in return for complete forgiveness, she needed her Gwendil community.
"I will talk to Torvines, once they reach a decision", Ynarana whispered hesitantly.
Sethelel nodded, and went silent.
Ynarana returned her head to rest on Sethelel's warm shoulder, trying not to think about what the other Gwendils would do to her.
Sethelel rested her cheek romantically against the top of Ynarana's resting head, and Ynarana sighed deeply in the comfort of this warm snuggle in this hideously cold weather.
Ynarana had so many problems right now, but this snuggle with her girlfriend felt so amazingly soothing, causing all of the tension and stress to ooze out of Ynarana wonderfully…
A sudden lashing of sideways rain in under the veranda roof made Ynarana flinch with cold as her legs were pelted directly with chilly rain drops!
Sethelel and the other Gwendils on the veranda made various unhappy noises, the rain now blown by the wind so sideways that the veranda was no shelter at all anymore!
The Gwendils hurriedly tried to retreat inside the plantation house, entering a sitting room, that Lordling Runor was currently sitting in…
The Gwendils swiftly were back out on the veranda, this time armed with relatively cheap wool blankets that Lordling Runor had grudgingly let them temporarily borrow.
Ynarana and Sethelel sat back down, this time covered by a wool blanket, and they snuggled together under the blanket, only their heads poking out of the blanket, the entire wooden chair wrapped by the blanket, hiding their bodies and hands from view…
Ynarana silenced herself by force of will as she felt Sethelel's fingertip play over her bare vagina under the blanket!
Ynarana didn't need to fantasise at all to get immediately wet from the intimate touch of her girlfriend, and felt herself get slimier and slimier as her folds were stroked and caressed.
Ynarana slid her own hand discreetly down Sethelel's cheap pants under the blanket, and slid her middle finger inside Sethelel's generously wet vagina all the way to the second finger joint.
Sethelel shifted slightly but remained silent, and put her own finger deep inside Ynarana.
The pair of Gwendils kept their faces calm and remained completely silent as they discreetly fingered each other under the blanket. The blanket was getting rained on, and was getting heavier, they needed to be fast before the blanket drooped down under the weight and became skintight.
Ynarana and Sethelel sped up, penetrating each other feverishly. The pleasure grew fast, too fast, and it was over in seconds, peaking sharply in mutual orgasm for a few glorious seconds of perfect ecstasy.
Ynarana and Sethelel could easily go on to have endless multiples, but the blanket was getting too wet to safely continue, and both reluctantly pulled their fingers out of each other, simply snuggling looking innocent as though they hadn't just finger fucked each other.
The rain soaked wool blanket soon drooped down completely to stick to their bodies, completely skin tight and wetting their skin, very heavy. The wool was very warm even when wet, and Ynarana felt gloriously comfortable as she snuggled with her girlfriend.
Ynarana and Sethelel's heads rested together in complete relaxation after their orgasm, and Ynarana drifted off into a glorious nap, even the thunder not disturbing her.
***…
Ynarana was awoken an unknown amount of time later by her husband Torvines touching her shoulder through the blanket.
Sethelel groaned awake as Ynarana shifted, both of them having been heavily asleep.
Torvines put his hand down under the blanket, down the front of Ynarana's scale mail to grab one of her breasts, squeezing it with his uncomfortably cold wet hand.
Ynarana blinked sleepily but did not comment and certainly didn't resist, she was a bound bride, it wasn't wise for her to complain or to resist her husband in any way.
Ynarana looked up sleepily at Torvines. He was absolutely wet through from riding out in the rain, his usually rain resistant oiled black dark rider cloak no match for rain this heavy. His hand and arm was bitingly cold down the front of her armour!
The weather was, if possible, even worse than it had been before, the entire ground flooded under a few inches of water, rain crashing of everything in a terrible storm, thunder very close now.
Ynarana yawned heavily with a very feminine yawn as her husband continued molesting her breasts, and passively just sat in her comfortable snuggle with Sethelel, not resisting Torvines in any way.
Sethelel made a few grumpy noises, but also didn't get up.
Torvines carefully lifted the blanket off only Ynarana, keeping Sethelel covered, and Ynarana made unhappy noises as chilly cold rain assaulted her warm bare skin.
Torvines lifted Ynarana to her feet, and stripped her out of her scale mail and shoes, leaving her naked bruised body standing shivering on the veranda in the horrible rain!
Ynarana's nipples instantly got hard from the cold, and goosebumps erupted over her entire body!
Ynarana looked down submissively in humiliation, everyone in line of sight looking at her!
Torvines pawed at her cold naked body, and she silently did not resist, blushing hard with shame.
Torvines took her hands and led her in a dance up and down the entire veranda, dark elves gawking at her!
Ynarana was almost in tears of humiliation as Torvines finished off this dance by binding her with ropes to a veranda support beam with her hands behind her back!
Ynarana gazed at her husband in dumbfounded astonishment of his cruelty as he finished securing her bound naked body to the support pole, the hard rain lashing into her skin, so terribly cold!
Torvines grinned dominantly at the thoroughly dismayed Ynarana, running his hands over her body, especially playing with her hard nipples.
Ynarana was too submissive to say a word, and just silently endured this indignity.
Torvines pulled down his pants just enough to expose his half erect penis, and he awkwardly positioned himself so that he could slightly penetrate her through her closed legs.
Ynarana opened her legs as much as the ropes would allow, and her husband fucked her in front of everyone!
Ynarana closed her eyes in humiliated shame, and just focused on keeping herself as wet as she could right now as Torvines enthusiastically fucked her.
Ynarana didn't have a hope of climaxing in this situation, and Torvines thankfully didn't give her permission to come, simply filling her with his sperm for his own pleasure.
Torvines pulled out, and patted Ynarana's wet hair affectionately.
"Thank you for fucking me in front of everyone", Ynarana said automatically, too humiliated to look at anyone right now.
Ynarana was very securely bound to the wooden beam, hands behind the back of the beam, legs and chest also firmly secured with ropes. She could barely move and was completely at her husband's mercy.
Torvines suddenly started tickling her stomach!
Ynarana laughed hysterically, struggling desperately to get her hands out from behind the pole, squirming her legs and body uselessly!
Ynarana couldn't pull herself free, and couldn't stop him!
His fingertips squeezed that horrible spot on her stomach, making her thrash and laugh hysterically, and she couldn't make it stop!
Ynarana looked desperately at Torvines for mercy, but he was grinning with mischievous delight, and squeezed all the harder and faster!
Ynarana was in absolute hell as she thrashed and squirmed uselessly, laughing her head off, and she was horribly aware of urine in her bladder!
The Gwendils looked slightly provoked, but they still hadn't forgiven her, so they were less provoked than they might usually be, feeling apparently no desire to rescue or avenge Ynarana.
Sethelel looked much more provoked, but even she looked afraid to intervene.
Dark elf men in the plantation house were coming to the doors to investigate Ynarana's screaming laughter, and these men simply looked delighted by this cruel erotic spectacle, and watched eagerly as this bound bride was publicly tormented by her husband.
Even Lordling Runor himself came to the door to investigate, and looked like he might intervene, but fear of offending the bride binding houses stayed his voice, and he merely watched silently as Ynarana was tickled terribly.
Ynarana could do nothing else but laugh, so tormented that even this galling humiliation was far from her attention. Her entire life was currently focused on trying to wiggle out of these ropes to protect her stomach, and the torment her stomach was in.
Five horrible minutes into this cruel torture, urine exploded out of Ynarana's vagina, tickled to humiliating incontinence, and shockingly hot urine ran down her cold legs!
Dark elf men cheered and clapped at the sight of Ynarana wetting herself, and some of the men started yelling advice to Torvines to torment her even more terribly. Torvines followed some of the advice, stroking and poking her in various horrible places as directed!
Ynarana was too busy laughing and struggling to even glare at these men giving Torvines advice, in her own personal hell right now.
Ynarana's public torment went for unconscionably long, twenty minutes at the very least, and she was tickled to tears long before it was over, sobbing and crying even as she laughed from the horrible sensation.
"Tha-thank you for tickling me husband", Ynarana sobbed brokenly at the end, completely humiliated.
The huge crowd of dark elf men who had gathered in audience over the past twenty-plus minutes all cheered and applauded at this cruel sport, even Lordling Runor clapping aristocratically at the end. Dark elf men loved watching nothing quite so much as sexualised cruelty turned into cruel sport, and had been greatly entertained by this naked bound bride being publicly tormented by her husband.
Torvines kissed Ynarana dominantly, and she returned the kiss reflexively, still crying badly.
The Gwendils looked more sympathetic towards Ynarana by this point, with genuine pity for Ynarana on their faces. Sethelel looked absolutely furious, on the verge of slapping Torvines and clearly practicing great self control to refrain from acting on her obvious rage.
Ynarana groaned through her tears as Torvines roughly grabbed her vagina, feeling two of his fingers enter her, and she hung her head in shame as he publicly fingered her in front of this audience.
The elf men cheered and laughed as Torvines kept fingering her, and Torvines used his free hand to squeeze her breasts in huge handfuls.
Ynarana forced herself to stay wet through her tears and humiliation by sheer force of will, and she fantasised furiously, completely defeated.
Ynarana's pleasure was very reluctant to grow, but it did grow nonetheless, and Ynarana soon wasn't crying anymore and was genuinely wet.
Torvines pinched her clitoris between his slimy thumb and forefinger, the fingertips dug in under the hood that covered her clitoris to expose it to the air!
Ynarana's poor slimy clitoris was rubbed roughly between his thumb and forefinger, forced to feel extreme stimulation as she stood helpless in the ropes, and Ynarana moaned in slight dismay, this rough stimulation quite painful for her.
Torvines was relentless, and Ynarana was soon moaning desperately.
"May I please orgasm?", Ynarana moaned hopefully.
"No you have to hold it", Torvines said cruelly!
The male audience laughed in sadistic delight at these words.
Ynarana groaned in terrible dismay, and desperately held her orgasm back as her clitoris was brutally stimulated.
The painfully intense stimulation continued as Ynarana moaned and groaned in pleasure, desperately keeping this pleasure from climaxing.
"May I please come?", Ynarana begged again.
"No you may not", Torvines denied her permission.
Ynarana groaned in terrible dismay and effort.
"It's so hard to hold it back!", Ynarana moaned miserably, making the audience laugh.
Ynarana was getting extremely uncomfortable now, holding back this orgasm almost painful by this point, and his thumb and forefinger mercilessly stimulated her clitoris with horrific efficiency.
"Please may I come?", Ynarana begged.
"No", Torvines said simply.
Ynarana squirmed miserably in the ropes, wanting relief so badly that even the humiliation of this situation was a thousand miles from her mind right now.
Torvines was eagerly asking the audience how long he should keep Ynarana begging for an orgasm.
Dark elf men were yelling sadistic amounts of time, with one hour of denied permission being the most common suggestion!
Ynarana shook her head miserably, please not an entire hour of this horrible edging!
"Just let her climax right now you meany!", Elrana Vorkoth the most beautiful Gwendil complained cutely, surprising Ynarana.
"Yeah, let her come!",Elrana's girlfriend Nirsa Kegrogat loudly agreed sycophantically.
With these two voices raised, the rest of the Gwendils seemed to suddenly find their voices, and all were telling Torvines to let Ynarana climax.
Ynarana was still struggling to hold back her orgasm, but nodded frantically in agreement with the Gwendils.
"You women are so soft", Lordling Runor laughed at their united call for mercy.
"I wouldn't want to be in Ynarana's place right now, I HATE holding back orgasms", Elrana said with the perfect amount of charisma.
The men immediately focused on the stunningly beautiful Elrana talking about her orgasm preferences, and with a bit more extremely charismatic dialogue, Elrana strongly hinted that she wouldn't want to have sex with any of the men in the future if they kept Ynarana from climaxing any longer.
The crowd very quickly changed their tune at these words, and the men and women alike told Torvines to let Ynarana come.
"I'm not sure", Torvines said, still cruelly stimulating Ynarana.
Ynarana gave Torvines her best puppy dog eyes through her pleasure grimaced face, begging him as adorably as she could.
Torvines chuckled at her adorable begging, and the united calls of the audience sapped his resolve.
"Oh very well, just to be nice, Ynarana you may climax", Torvines said indulgently.
"Thank you thank you thank you!", Ynarana exclaimed in wonderful relief, and let go of the enormous momentum to orgasm.
Pleasure so extreme that it was almost painful exploded in her clitoris, spreading to her entire body in wondrous rapture, and she moaned so loudly that it was a shout, the momentum of the orgasm unstoppable.
Squirt erupted down her bound legs as the sweet agony of intense orgasm gripped her for several heavenly seconds, her face grimaced in climax and her voice roaring out a deep moan of pleasure until her lungs were empty.
The dark elf audience cheered at this spectacle, and Ynarana hung limply in the ropes, stunned by her ordeal and subsequent pleasure.
"Multiples?", Torvines asked the happy audience.
Ynarana nodded eagerly, making the men all laugh.
Ynarana was soon having ten multiple orgasms in a row, each needing only a few seconds to peak, climaxing in an unbroken row over a few short minutes, Ynarana moaning loudly in wonderful pleasure.
Now that Ynarana had gotten used to this humiliation, it wasn't so bad, at least not when she was orgasming her head off like this. She was simply too horny to be bothered right now, she just wanted the fleshy pleasures of orgasm.
"I don't know if I can come any more times", Ynarana panted as Torvines attempted her eleventh additional orgasm.
The audience seemed satisfied also, and Torvines reluctantly showed mercy and stopped forcing her to climax even more times. Torvines amusedly gave a theatrical bow, and the men in the audience cheered and applauded, thoroughly entertained.
Torvines finally left Ynarana's body alone, and she submissively thanked him for everything he had done to her. Torvines left her tied to the pole, and talked happily to the other men on the rain soaked veranda.
Ynarana was still naked, tied to a wooden support beam, and being pelted with hard chilly rain during a raging thunderstorm, but she was strangely not cold right now. Her various treatments had built up quite a sweat in fact, and the cooling rain felt wonderful on her hot skin.
Men were walking up to her now, with Torvines subtly watching them as he talked to other men, and Ynarana calmly looked at these men silently.
The men stopped short of touching the House Movavul bound bride, but did give her naked body a very thorough look up and down from every angle, taking especial notice of her horrific bruises just below her breasts.
Ynarana didn't speak, that would be just too humiliating for her, and just silently looked around, completely helpless in her ropes and unable to move anything except her head.
Ynarana gradually got cold as the heat of her treatment wore off, and she submissively called to her husband, informing him that she was cold.
Torvines was just looking at her in response to her words, when a loud piercing trumpet noise sounded off in the distance.
"A neighbouring plantation is under attack!", Lordling Runor snapped urgently, silencing all other speech.
The trumpet blew again and again, sounding off in long and short notes, giving a message in trumpet code.
"Lordling Dekanir of House Vellith, that's the plantation right next door on our south, under attack by skaven!", Lordling Runor translated!
The dark elves all hissed in alarm, grabbing up weapons, and Ynarana squirmed frantically in her ropes, not wanting to be bound defenceless during a possible war!
Torvines untied Ynarana immediately as Lordling Runor formulated a battle plan out loud, and Ynarana scrambled to put on her scale mail and shoes, retrieving her slightly damp crossbow string from inside one shoe.
The human slaves were quickly mustered outside in the rain lashed muster yard, and given bladed farm tools and crude shields, apparently being armed for battle!
Every dark elf on the entire plantation was mustered too, with all of their weapons and armour, and Torvines was kind enough to give Ynarana her sword belt from their home as she mustered with the other Gwendils.
The Gwendils were each given an oiled pouch containing several spare dry new strings for their wet crossbows, and a sack of additional clips of crossbow bolts. The men were mostly given spears and shields, and the dark riders were all mounted and fully armed.
Lordling Runor was dressed in his full expensive light armour, carrying a shield and a fine long sword, and was on foot with the biggest regiment of spear elves, leading from the front for once.
The various dark elves and human slaves were gathered up into specific regiments for this unexpected battle, and leaders and second in command leaders were chosen for every regiment, and given a battle plan by Lordling Runor.
With quite alarming speed this entire army was marching south to engage the skaven army.
***…
Ynarana was shivering very badly in the pelting rain as the army reached the south perimeter fence. She was marching into a battle, stark fucking naked but for her armour and her shoes!
Torvines really made her life so fucking complicated!
The sounds of battle could be clearly heard on the other side of the fence, the clash of weapons, the screaming of the wounded, the horrific roaring of monsters and the loud cracking noises of skaven firearms. Ynarana could very happily not be getting involved in this battle…
Normally invading armies would only hit outlying plantations, as they had to march over the land to reach places to attack. But the skaven were a horrifying exception to this usual rule. Skaven were burrowing creatures who lived underground in tunnels they dug, a bit like moles, and could use these tunnels to invade pretty much anywhere in Naggaroth on a whim.
Skaven didn't fight to conquer lands on the surface, living entirely underground, but they still invaded Naggaroth with impunity to steal stuff like food and slaves and fine dark elf steel, randomly hitting plantations in surprise raids and running away back underground with plunder. The dark elves could certainly respect the fighting style of the skaven, it was identical to dark elf corsair slave raids in basic tactics. But respect or not, the dark elves still couldn't just let the skaven get away with pillaging Naggaroth.
The plantation Lordlings might not usually lift a finger to help their neighbours against threats like vampires, but skaven were simply so dangerous that they formed an exception to the usual rule. These things bred insanely fast if you let them pillage food without serious casualties, making for even worse skaven raids as their numbers swelled, the raids getting bigger and more frequent as the skaven population exploded, until Naggaroth was drowning in the fucking things.
When skaven attacked, you dropped your usual political differences, and worked together to slaughter or enslave the vile rat men as much as possible to keep their population down. They could attack anyone at random, location was no safety, so mutual defence just made sense against this very specific type of threat.
The southern plantation grew field corn the same as Lordling Runor's plantation did, and would right now have barns filled to bursting with corn harvest. The skaven were almost certainly attacking this plantation right now to try to steal the harvest, they would then eat the corn themselves and multiply furiously. They had to be stopped!
Dark elves in Lordling Runor's army were currently working hard to disassemble the wooden perimeter fence, using ropes and horses to pull down entire sections of the relatively cheap fence very quickly.
As the fence in front of her came down, Ynarana caught sight of a seething mass of very poorly equipped skaven slaves blanketing the land, trying to break into locked watch towers shooting crossbow bolts down at them!
As well as the vast mostly naked skaven slave rabble that were armed with little more than long sharpened sticks, the skaven army also contained monstrous rat ogres, giant rats, heavily armoured storm vermin, some clan rat regiments, and more than a few horrific skaven "rattling gun" firearm contraptions!
The skaven even had a machinery covered warlock shooting green magic at one of the watch towers, lighting it on fire!
Ynarana gulped.
The fence was down the bare minimum to allow the dark elf army to pass, and the dark elf regiments all passed into the southern plantation, forming up into disciplined ranks and files in accordance with Lordling Runor's battle plan.
The single massive regiment of human slaves formed the biggest part of the army, and had almost nonexistent discipline and very low morale. They were not expected to fight well, and existed in the army solely to intimidate the skaven with their apparent numbers, absorb skaven shooting, and to distract the skaven from attacking the much more important dark elf regiments. Hopefully the firearms and magic and rat ogres and other horrible things would focus solely on the completely expendable slaves.
The dark elf battle plan was pretty standard. Drive the huge mass of poorly armed human slaves ahead of the rest of the army in the middle, as both a conspicuous magnet to absorb any dangerous enemy shooting and as expendable bait to draw in enemy close combat troops. The dark elves would try to goad the entire skaven army into facing and focusing on this expendable mass of human slaves.
The dark elves on foot would take positions further back on each flank of the huge mass of human slaves, with spear elves planning to charge into the flanks of any skaven regiments who charged into combat with the human slaves, hopefully making the flanked skaven regiments break combat and flee.
The Gwendil repeater crossbow women would form up in thin lines on each flank in many small regiments to maximise fire, expected to pick off the most dangerous melee enemies from a distance with crossbow fire, working down a list of targets from most dangerous to least dangerous to spare the spear elves from facing these in close combat.
Two small reserve regiments of spear elves would guard both of the extreme flanks of the army to protect the crossbow women from flanking melee attacks. Finally the dark riders would use their extreme mobility to try to ride around behind the enemy army to harass their rear, and if possible find their escape burrow and hold it, blowing trumpets in this eventuality to warn the skaven that their escape was cut off, to make them panic and turn around their regiments to face the dark riders, letting the spear elves then attack the distracted skaven regiments in the rear.
The plan was not to kill or capture the entire skaven army, that was impossible and suicidal to even try. The plan instead was to kill only the most dangerous enemies, non-lethally wound a decent number of the common clan rats and skaven slaves, and goad the majority of the skaven army into simply fleeing before they could finish looting the neighbouring plantation. The dark elves would let the skaven run, as they were perilous when cornered, and would simply capture and enslave the wounded and other stragglers to reimburse Lordling Runor for any losses.
If the dark elves were successful, the skaven would be safely culled in numbers slightly, and prevented from making off with too much food, both keeping their population growth more manageable, and intimidating them from invading this particular area again for a while.
The skaven army was currently distracted by their current attack on the defenders of the southern plantation, and hadn't yet moved to engage Lordling Runor's army, most skaven not even having noticed this second dark elf army yet. The southern plantation forces that still lived seemed to be locked safely inside various buildings, mostly watch towers, and shooting repeater crossbows at the skaven army as the skaven pillaged the barns to steal sacks of corn.
Ynarana was in a small crossbow regiment on the left side of the army, and Ynarana and every other Gwendil strung their crossbows with fresh dry strings in the pelting rain, and fired a blistering volley of crossbow bolts high into the air.
The crossbow bolts rained down on the distant rat ogres, identified by the crossbow women on the left side of the army as the biggest threat in range to shoot at, and the rat ogres roared with pain and rage as they were pin-cushioned with bolts, one of the rat ogres falling down dead.
The Gwendils on the left just kept firing, and the rat ogres thundered angrily towards them!
Ynarana was very alarmed by these huge furry clawed monsters hurtling towards her, imagining them ripping her to pieces!
The Gwendils on the left fired desperately into the angry rat ogres, and the monstrous things fell down dead before they reached them, bristled all over with bolts!
The skaven pack masters directing the rat ogres from behind turned tail and fled, and the Gwendils ignored them and prioritised the next most dangerous target, filling a rabid regiment of plague monks with bolts, mostly only succeeding in pissing the plague monks off.
The dark riders were riding around the far flanks of the skaven army, trying to get behind it to attack them in the rear, and the human slaves were huddled together in a fearful mass right at the front of the army as angry skaven ran towards them. Behind the slaves, male spear elves formed solid bastions to the sides and slightly ahead of the Gwendils to gallantly protect the crossbow women.
The Gwendils on the left fired like crazy, changing strings when the rain caused strings to stretch, and the plague monks disappeared under an endless hail of bolts, dropping the vile reeking things.
The giant rats and some of the half naked skaven slave rabble were charging into combat with the human slaves now, and a horrible melee ensued!
Lordling Runor personally led the main centre-left regiment of spear elves to charge the giant rats in the flank, and moments later the giant rats fled away in fear, and the spear elves charged on into the flank of the half naked skaven slaves, as the centre-right spear elf regiment hit them on the other flank at the same time, making the skaven slaves flee almost instantly.
The human slaves had taken casualties from these attacks, but no one important like a dark elf seemed to have actually died, with only a few spear elves wounded.
A strange multi-barrelled skaven "rattling gun" firearm suddenly started firing into the huge mass of human slaves with a deafening cracking noise!
A dozen humans fell down wounded or dead!
More of these strange rattling gun firearms were brought to bear on the slaves!
Every one of these guns in the skaven army was firing into the slaves!
A hundred humans fell down wounded or dead!
Thank Khaine that the skaven were too stupid to realise that the scarily large human regiment was just a bluff!, The skaven weren't yet shooting at any dark elves!
One of the skaven guns exploded!
Other guns exploded or malfunctioned to shoot their own troops!
The weapons were unstable!
The Gwendils on both sides of the army fired at all the rattling guns in the skaven army that remained, and the gunners all vomited blood and fell down dead, bellies full of crossbow bolts, ending the terrible threat once and for all!
The human slaves had had enough of the shooting casualties from this battle now however, and fled away after all their casualties!
Skaven chittered in triumph, emboldened by this event, and the Gwendils spitefully shot indiscriminately at the chittering skaven masses.
The skaven further away seemed to be redoubling their efforts to loot the sacks of corn out of the barns, carrying hundreds of sacks down a massive conspicuous burrow hole in the ground, in the far distance behind the plantation settlement of this neighbouring plantation.
Dark riders suddenly galloped into view behind these sack wielding skaven, shooting crossbow bolts into every skaven carrying a sack of corn!
The dark riders formed up around the massive burrow hole in the ground, and blew a deafeningly loud trumpet to draw the skaven's attention to the fact that their escape was cut off, just as planned.
The entire skaven assault suddenly faltered in a panic at the sight of their burrow entrance guarded against them, and a strong musky smell filled the air.
The entire skaven army turned around to face the dark riders. Lordling Runor's plan had worked!
The spear elves immediately charged into the skaven rear, viciously stabbing them in the backs with dark elf spears.
Gwendils shot at everything they could without killing their own forces, and wounded or dead skaven fell down everywhere.
The surviving watch towers of the southern plantation were still firing furiously into the skaven, and huge numbers of skaven were wounded.
The main bulk of the skaven army was reaching the dark riders now, and the dark riders wisely fled away from the huge burrow the vicious skaven were desperately escaping towards.
The spear elves and Gwendils continued to wreck havoc on the retreating skaven forces, and the dark riders quickly returned to hit fleeing skaven regiments in the flanks, completely breaking them and brutally riding them down.
The skaven army was fleeing in mass down their burrow now, leaving behind thousands of wounded stragglers with non lethal injuries. Ynarana grinned greedily at so many wounded to enslave.
The battle was over now as the last able bodied skaven regiments fled down the burrow, and the dark riders gleefully surrounded the burrow again, cutting off the escape of the wretched skaven stragglers and wounded.
The storm vermin, the commanding skaven warlord, and the magic wielding skaven warlock had escaped unharmed, as had the vast majority of the skaven army. The skaven had made off with vast amounts of corn too, succeeding in their primary objective. But it was still a dark elf victory that would slow the skaven down. They had lost all of their rat ogres and plague monks and rattling gun firearms, elite things that were very expensive to replace, and the captured wounded skaven prisoners would more than reimburse Lordling Runor for his own losses.
Ynarana and everyone else happily ran forward with their swords unsheathed, and started the extremely fun job of rounding up the wounded skaven stragglers to enslave.
Skaven with bolts sticking through their limbs or faces wretchedly threw down their weapons in surrender when the Gwendils pointed crossbows at them, and the Gwendils used useless stretched wet crossbow strings to bind their scrawny wrists behind their backs.
The vast majority of the wounded skaven were naked and malnourished, apparently just skaven slaves, and seemed very weak with the infamous skaven "black hunger", on the verge of perishing.
The dark elves allowed these bound starving wretches to gorge themselves on the skaven battle dead, and Ynarana grimaced in disgust at the messy spectacle of skaven cannibalism.
The dark elves of the southern plantation were exiting their various buildings now, very few of them, having apparently taken horrific casualties, and these survivors thanked Lordling Runor's forces for their timely arrival. Dead dark elves and human slaves from the southern plantation littered the ground by the hundreds, they were in a bad way.
The plantation owner, Lordling Dekanir of House Vellith, was amazingly still alive, having hidden in a locked watch tower, unfortunately meaning that the forces of Lordling Runor would be wise not to loot this stricken plantation as they otherwise might.
The dark elf army of Lordling Runor had done what it needed to do now and didn't overstay their welcome in this rival plantation. They gathered their own dead and wounded, gathered the thousands of new wounded enslaved skaven they had acquired, and marched back home, pausing only to repair the pulled down perimeter fence after they passed it.
The southern plantation had lost most of their dark elf population, most of their slaves, and much of their harvest. The only thing they had to possibly reimburse them was any extremely valuable warpstone that might be retrieved from the battle dead and battle detritus, and maybe the more mundane weapons and other valuables the dead skaven carried.
This southern rival would probably survive, but it would be some time before they rebuilt their entire strength.
All in all this had been a wonderful day for Lordling Runor.
***…
Ynarana was very pleased to be back on the veranda and under a blanket with Sethelel again a while later.
The skaven prisoners were all properly shackled with dark elf iron now, hogtied defenceless out in the muddy muster yard as unhappy looking human slaves pulled out crossbow bolts and tended the wounds of these skaven.
Not all of these skaven would survive to see tomorrow, some very badly injured, and these would be sacrificed to Khaine and their meat used to feed the living skaven. But enough of these skaven would survive long enough to either sell or get profitable labor from.
Despite the ongoing terrible storm, it was still barely afternoon, the battle barely taking up much of the day. This day had been extremely profitable, and hopefully another neighbour might be invaded soon to repeat this profit?
Torvines was currently walking over the veranda towards Ynarana, dragging a frightened looking, extremely small and scrawny naked skaven by an iron neck chain?
"Ynarana, stand up", Torvines commanded simply in greeting when he reached her.
Ynarana obeyed without question, standing up leaving Sethelel sitting under the blanket.
"Slave", Torvines addressed the frightened looking skaven harshly.
"Yes-yes, most fearsome elf-thing?", the skaven squeaked fearfully in near-fluent elvish, in a strange sort of rat-like Naggaroth accent.
"This is my personal "breeder", Ynarana. You will obey my "breeder" without question, or I will cut your balls off!", Torvines snapped at the skaven.
The skaven fearfully clutched at his crotch at the threat of being castrated in a way that was almost comical.
"Yes-yes!, I will obey your breeder, most merciful of elf lords!", the skaven promised fearfully, clutching his own testicles in horror.
"Ynarana my dear, here is your promised new house slave for good behaviour", Torvines told her fondly, giving her the chain attached to the skaven's neck!
Ynarana gasped with joy!
"Really?, So soon?, Thank you thank you thank you Torvines!", Ynarana squealed delightedly, kissing Torvines passionately in gratitude.
"You have been perfectly behaved, you didn't complain even once when I tied you to that pole today. I am so proud of you", Torvines told her fondly.
Ynarana kissed him reflexively at these romantic words, feeling just so happy right now.
Ynarana turned excitedly to her new frightened house slave, inspecting the scrawny naked wretch from every angle.
The skaven was absolutely tiny, lucky to be four feet tall, and horribly skinny from lack of food. His fur was thin and brown, and the skin under this fur was horribly whipped and beaten, obviously a slave even back among his own people. The skaven had a slightly muddy dark elf bandage around his left thigh, clearly wounded in the battle, but he otherwise seemed unharmed.
He was obviously a male skaven with male private parts, and he had a wormlike rat tail the way that skaven do. The skaven stank like a rat, and stank even worse of the strong musk skaven released when afraid, and would need a bath to remove his various smells. The skaven was covered with fleas and lice, and was filthy with dirt and mud.
The skaven had proper dark elf iron shackles on his wrists and ankles, with very short chains that held his ankles so close together that he could barely even walk at all, and with his wrists completely shackled together in front of him so that he couldn't separate his wrists at all, but could still move his joined hands around with slight difficulty. Around his scrawny neck was a strong iron shackle with a strong chain long enough to conveniently control his movements with. This slave wasn't escaping the plantation in these cruel restrictive bonds.
"Does he have a name?", Ynarana asked, still jubilant to have her very own house slave.
Torvines shrugged.
"My name is Skavenslave Skritch of Clan Thratch, most mateable of breeders", the skaven squeaked fearfully.
"Most mateable of breeders?", Ynarana repeated incredulously.
"He's not wrong", Torvines chuckled affectionately.
Ynarana chuckled.
"Well now you are slave Skritch of House Movavul", Ynarana addressed the skaven happily.
Skritch nodded fearfully in agreement, tiny and weak even compared to Ynarana.
"You are going to make my life so much easier Skritch, I have always wanted a house slave to do my chores for me", Ynarana told her slave excitedly.
"What-what do you want Skritch to do, most erotic of breeders?", Skritch asked fearfully.
"Most erotic of breeders?", Ynarana repeated, getting slightly annoyed by these terms of address.
"Take it as a compliment my dear, this is just how skaven talk", Torvines gently commanded her.
"Yes husband", Ynarana replied submissively, and forgot her annoyance.
"A compliment, yes-yes, most swollen-udder of elf breeders", Skritch agreed anxiously.
Ynarana looked down at her scale mail covered breasts as Torvines roared with laughter, making Skritch flinch in terror from the noise.
Ynarana shook her head in bemusement, forbidden by Torvines to take offence so choosing to instead find it funny.
"In answer to your earlier question Skritch, you will clean our home, wash our clothes, and do every other chore that I command you to do", Ynarana informed Skritch.
"I can do that, yes-yes", Skritch agreed fearfully.
Ynarana smiled in delight at this assurance.
"Serve my breeder well, and you will be fed and treated adequately. Serve her poorly, and you will face my wrath", Torvines warned the cowering skaven slave.
Skritch spurted a bit of fear musk out from under his tail, and desperately agreed to serve Ynarana well.
Ynarana kissed Torvines yet again in happy gratitude, this was such a wonderful present!
Torvines unapologetically made Ynarana bend over standing up to touch her toes, causing her entire scale mail jacket to slip off down her arms, leaving her naked. Torvines came up behind her, and Ynarana felt him penetrate her vagina with his penis.
Ynarana submissively offered no resistance at all, merely groaning slightly as she was fucked and keeping herself wet.
Ynarana still held the end of Skritch's neck chain in one hand that was touching her toes, and Skritch was watching her being fucked with strange fascination.
Ynarana blushed slightly to be humiliated like this in front of her new slave, but of course wasn't about to dare complain to her husband.
Ynarana got into it a bit more as it went on, and moaned loudly in genuine pleasure when Torvines gave her permission to come, exhaling deeply as she felt Torvines come inside her.
Torvines pulled out of Ynarana, but she kept submissively touching her toes until he gave her permission to stop. Ynarana submissively thanked him for fucking her like a bound bride was expected.
"You may move freely again Ynarana", Torvines said indulgently, and Ynarana gratefully stopped touching her toes and put her scale mail back on properly.
"The breeder is pregnant now, yes-yes?", Skritch asked Torvines anxiously but excitedly.
"Hopefully", Torvines laughed, deeply amused by this question.
"Yes-yes, big litter probably, twenty elf-runts", Skritch said animatedly, apparently being polite.
"Twenty babies in one pregnancy?, I certainly hope not", Ynarana laughed at the mere thought.
Skritch seemed confused, but was too nervous to elaborate on his confusion.
Ynarana cleaned herself up with some rain water on her hand.
"No-no, don't do that!, How you get pregnant to your master if you do that!, Bad breeder!, Elf-lord, your breeder is trying to avoid bearing your runts!, Punish her quickly!", Skritch squeaked frantically, pointing accusingly for Torvines to see, apparently trying to suck up to Torvines by openly betraying Ynarana!
"Torvines fucks me multiple times a day you stupid skaven!", Ynarana snapped indignantly, cuffing the side of his head hard with her hand, causing a squeak of pain.
"I mate with my breeder many times every day, cleaning herself up afterwards won't stop her getting pregnant with so much mating", Torvines laughed at the treacherous skaven, deeply amused.
Ynarana slapped around the skaven a bit more for openly trying to betray her to Torvines, gripping his chain hard to stop him trying to run away from her punishments.
"I meant no harm, most fertile of breeders!", Skritch begged in terror of her violence, pathetically weak even against a woman.
Ynarana gave the treacherous creature one more hard swat across the head, and angrily stopped hitting him.
Torvines was laughing at this entire spectacle, deeply amused, and Ynarana looked away crossly.
"Skritch, a word of advice. Don't enrage my breeder by trying to betray her", Torvines told the skaven.
Skritch protested his innocence, insisting that he hadn't in fact been treacherous at all.
Ynarana calmed slightly, and Torvines kissed her goodbye and returned to his duties, leaving Ynarana holding Skritch's chain.
Skritch prostrated himself fearfully on the floor before her, squeaking weird sounding flattery about her breast size and sexual performance, apparently all said respectfully.
Sethelel was simply gawking at the skaven slave with silent astonishment.
Ynarana sat down with Sethelel again, still firmly holding the end of the chain, and Sethelel put the blanket over Ynarana.
"Who is this-this elf breeder?", Skritch asked after a far too brief pause, referring to Sethelel.
"This is Sethelel, she is my friend", Ynarana said coldly.
"Does warlord-Torvines own this breeder too?", Skritch asked curiously.
"No one "owns" me", Sethelel snapped indignantly.
"Which elf male mates with you?", Skritch asked in clarification, as though this was an appropriate question to ask.
"ALL of them", Ynarana chuckled playfully, just to get a rise out of Sethelel.
"All the elf-things mate with this breeder?", Skritch asked.
Sethelel gave Ynarana a look, but nodded very slightly, Sethelel had been fucked by quite a few men on this plantation during her time here.
"There is a male", Skritch suggested, pointing at a random slave driver standing out in the rain lashed muster yard overseeing the human slaves.
"I'm not going to go fuck him right now, it's raining out there for a start", Sethelel laughed coldly at the mere suggestion.
"What about you mate-sex with that one?", Skritch suggested, pointing at another dark elf man standing in a doorway and in earshot of this entire conversation.
"I'm happy to oblige", the man said huskily, walking over to Sethelel.
"I'm on duty", Sethelel lied to the man.
"I am happy to wait", the man pressed huskily.
Some unhappy dialogue followed, and Sethelel briefly went inside with the man to his bedroom after he kept being very persistent.
Ynarana stood up and viciously kicked Skritch in the stomach in punishment for this situation he had caused, making the tiny skaven double over with pain and beg for mercy. Ynarana kicked him on the ground a few more times just to vent her rage on the hateful thing.
Skritch protested his innocence, apparently shocked by the notion that he had done anything wrong, and Ynarana calmed down with effort.
Sethelel returned after a while looking very disheveled, and she also violently beat up Skritch for the trouble he had caused her.
This new house slave was proving to be a giant pain in the arse…
***…
Ynarana stood naked in her home at the end of her shift, brandishing a thin long stick, watching her fearful house slave Skritch scrubbing the walls and floor with a wet rag.
"You call this bit CLEAN?!, Scrub it again!", Ynarana snarled, beating Skritch with the stick.
"I'm sorry, tightest of mating holes…"
"What the fuck did you just call me?!", Ynarana snarled, beating the cowering wretch harder than ever.
Ynarana mercilessly got her slave to do a proper job with many beatings and verbal abuse, and Skritch was unhappily forced to do his work properly.
Ynarana was still happy to have a house slave, but this particular house slave apparently required a lot more punishments and training to be fit for the task.
Torvines was sitting naked at a desk nearby, writing on parchments with a quill and counting their current money. Torvines was subtly observing Ynarana and Skritch, but seemed happy enough not to comment or intervene.
When Skritch had mastered the level of cleanliness Ynarana expected, she finally gave the wretched creature a very thorough bath, scrubbing the filth from his shackled abused body. Ynarana then put on protective leather gloves, and rubbed a stinging mashed herbal insect killing substance into his lice and flea infested skin, causing the biting insects to drop down dead onto the floor.
"Hurts-hurts!, Mercy please!", Skritch begged in agony as the herbal insect killing substance stung his skin horrifically.
Ynarana ignored his pain and begging, and covered him completely all over with the agonising substance to completely kill his many biting parasites.
Skritch lay twitching in stinging agony when she was finished, his shackled hands unable to even reach most of his skin to rub it off, and Ynarana grinned down at him smugly.
Ynarana indulgently used a bucket of cold water to wash away this agonising herbal substance once she was confident all the parasites were dead, and Skritch whispered in gratitude as the stinging substance washed away, leaving his skin terribly red and inflamed under his thin brown fur.
Ynarana took off the protective gloves and dragged her slave across the floor by his neck chain, and used a simple but effective splitting-spring padlock, to tightly secure the chain around a large rock that Ynarana and Torvines had together carried inside the home this afternoon, the rock too heavy for even Torvines to lift on his own, and far too heavy for the weak Skritch to even budge.
Ynarana took the padlock key to a table on the other side of the room out of Skritch's reach, and then placed a full bucket of drinking water on the floor next to the miserable Skritch.
Ynarana checked the food pantry cupboard, far out of Skritch's reach, and wondered what she would feed her slave.
Ynarana pulled out a soaking wet large sack of slave food grade field corn, that Torvines had discreetly "liberated" from the other plantation after the battle, lowering the heavy wet sack of corn grain to the floor.
Ynarana looked over to Torvines silently, and he met her gaze and nodded in permission for her to use the corn to feed her slave.
Ynarana scooped out a very generous portion of corn into a black cooking pot, and added a small amount of water to the pot. She then moved to the small fire, and used a setup of sticks to hang the pot over the fire to slowly cook the corn into something more edible.
Ynarana pottered around the home for the small amount of time it took to cook the corn, and she took the pot away, pouring the contents into a cheap unglazed pottery bowl.
Skritch was sniffing the air hungrily, pulling unhappily on the large rock his neck chain was secured to. Ynarana waited until the slave food was safely cool enough, and then carried the bowl over to the extremely eager looking Skritch.
Skritch ate the food with the fearful haste of one who expects every meal to be stolen, breaking the pottery bowl in his haste to eat!
Ynarana viciously beat her slave with a stick for breaking the bowl, and gathered up every pottery shard lest he try to use it as a weapon or something, scraping the remaining food on to the floor for the vile slave to lick up.
Ynarana gave Skritch one final kick as she left, feeling foolish for even being nice to him at all.
Ynarana and Torvines ate a much better meal of cheese and bread and boiled vegetables and even fried eggs, sitting together at a table as Skritch sniffed the air jealously, whining loudly for some of their food.
Ynarana got up and beat Skritch with a stick for disturbing their meal, returning irritably to the table as Skritch squeaked in pain.
Skritch grew sullenly silent at the end of their meal, and simply watched the two elves as they slowly got ready for bed.
Skritch was silent right up until Torvines began binding Ynarana to the bed in her bride binding.
"What are you doing to your breeder, most deadly of elves?", Skritch asked Torvines.
"Binding her for the night. I bind Ynarana when she sleeps every night", Torvines explained happily, having some irritating fondness for the treacherous slave.
Skritch sat watching eagerly, looking at Ynarana vindictively.
Ynarana fidgeted nervously in her ropes, as Torvines sat cross legged on the bed looking down at her.
Torvines smiled cruelly and squeezed her stomach in the most ticklish spot!
Ynarana shrieked with laughter, thrashing uselessly in her ropes, unable to make it stop!
"What are you doing to your breeder now, most merciful of elves?", Skritch asked in slight alarm at the noise.
"I am tickling her, she hates being tickled", Torvines said happily, not stopping.
"She hates it, mighty one?", Skritch asked hopefully with vindictive glee.
"My breeder hates it, this is torture for her", Torvines promised sadistically as Ynarana thrashed and laughed hysterically.
Skritch chittered with vindictive laughter, and eagerly encouraged Torvines to torment her even more!
"Torment her even harder warlord Torvines!, Yes-yes, make that cruel breeder scream!", Skritch urged enthusiastically!
Ynarana glared hatefully at her slave as well as she could with Torvines tickling her half to death, that spiteful vindictive treacherous bastard of a house slave!
"You promised not to tickle me tonight if I stayed naked", Ynarana whined at Torvines in a tormented ticklish giggle.
"I promised that I wouldn't give you THREE HOURS STRAIGHT, and I won't. But I'm still going to discipline you as normal", Torvines informed her.
Ynarana was not happy about this, but couldn't do anything to stop him, and just kept laughing and thrashing as damn Skritch cheered and chittered!
"Most magnificent of elves, could you please-please do more than just tickle your cruel breeder?", Skritch asked hopefully!
"I certainly can", Torvines laughed, stopping tickling her.
"Thank you for tickling me", Ynarana thanked Torvines in humiliation as he got off the bed.
"She likes it!", Skritch squeaked angrily at her thanking Torvines.
"I have trained my breeder to thank me for punishments, even if she hates it", Torvines reassured the vindictive skaven.
Torvines picked up the very stick that Ynarana had used to beat Skritch with!
"Would you like to see me beat my breeder with the same stick she beat you with?", Torvines asked Skritch cruelly.
"Yes-yes!, Beat her hard-hard with the stick!", Skritch squeaked spitefully.
"I'm going to beat you SO hard for this in the morning Skritch!", Ynarana snarled from her bride binding.
Skritch flinched back in fear from this threat, apparently so stupid that he had forgotten this fact, and begged Ynarana to be nice to him, protesting his own innocence like a pathological liar!
"No-no!, Poor-innocent Skritch didn't tell warlord Torvines to beat you with a stick, most merciful of breeders!", Skritch was currently insisting.
"Do you think me deaf or stupid?", Ynarana snapped at the hateful rat man.
"I'm still going to beat you with the stick Ynarana", Torvines chuckled, walking back to the bed with the stick as Ynarana squabbled with her detestable house slave.
Ynarana looked up at Torvines, too cross to even be afraid, and yelped with pain as she was hit on her oldest bruise on her upper stomach under her tits.
Ynarana cried out in pain as she was beaten again and again on this single spot, the pain extremely sharp but not quite causing tears yet.
"Yes-yes!, Beat that nasty elf breeder!, Beat her harder!", Skritch cheered gleefully!
"I can hear you you stupid slave!", Ynarana shouted angrily at Skritch in disbelief.
Torvines laughed, deeply amused, and kept beating Ynarana without pause.
Ynarana and Skritch squabbled and exchanged words even as Torvines fucked Ynarana.
"I'm warning you Skritch!", Ynarana snarled as Torvines lay on top of her bound body, penis deep inside her.
"You can't wipe it away if you are bound, naughty breeder!", Skritch mocked her.
"Torvines will cut your balls off!", Ynarana cursed Skritch.
"Warlord Torvines not hurt good-loyal Skritch, I help him keep his naughty-bad breeder in line", Skritch insisted, apparently seriously.
Torvines roared with laughter at these foolish words, losing momentum in fucking Ynarana.
Torvines eventually pulled out of Ynarana when this arguing between the bound bride and the house slave became completely intolerable, and he began UNTYING Ynarana when Skritch was right in the middle of insulting her…
"What-what?!", Skritch squeaked in disbelieving fright.
"My breeder needs to urinate", Torvines told Skritch with sadistic amusement.
Ynarana laughed triumphantly as she was untied and picked up the stick, running over to the hateful Skritch.
Skritch squirted fear musk and pleaded for mercy as Ynarana fell upon him with great wallops of the stick, kicking him and punching him in between beating him black and blue with the stick.
Skritch was too weak and too restricted by his chains to effectively fight back or defend himself, and he was soon laying twitching on the floor in agony, completely beaten to submission.
"I only untied you to pee", Torvines laughed fondly, deeply amused.
"Yes husband", Ynarana said vindictively, and squatted over Skritch, liberally pissing all over his badly beaten head.
Ynarana felt SO much better after that as she returned to bed to be bound again.
Ynarana was soon laughing hysterically in her bride binding as Torvines mischievously tickled her again.
"Yes-yes!, Punish that cruel breeder…"
Was Skritch seriously THAT stupid that he had learned nothing tonight, Ynarana wondered incredulously as she continued howling with tormented laughter?!
***…