Enslavement of Arethusa

It was nearing the end of the eleventh month of the old world calendar. The human race led a raid on the neighboring Faye over the expansion of their industrial power. The Faye used their illusions to run and hide from the humans, surviving in order to spread the news.

“The humans have broken the balance,” they said.

From then on, the Elves and the Saria reacted.

The Elves used their strong connection to nature to attack the humans from all sides. The Saria used their wings to fly over the Human's defenses and invade them. For twenty years, this continued, until the humans developed a new weapon. It was one of both technology and one of magic. They fired it at a Faye settlement a day after it was tested, destroying half of the Faye population.

The non human races were in panic. With the human's new weapon, the balance was no longer existent. Neither the Elves nor the Saria could do anything to stop the new weapon. They resorted to surrender and were forced to sign a peace treaty with the humans.

For the humans, it was a joyous occasion. It was the end of a war and safety for all of their families.

For the others, it was the start of hell.
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Year 3 of the New World Calendar

“What are you waiting for? Keep working!”

The elven Arethusa felt the soft press of a riding crop pressed against her back, tracing up her bare spine slowly while she moved fabric between the gears and the conveyor belts. She shivered nervously when the crop touched the back of her neck. It was in times like these that she felt the pressure that the uniform was constantly there to remind her of. It was a soft white dress, made of beautiful fabric. It was only right that was factory that prided itself in high quality fabrics had them as uniform.

While the humans wore a dress that would cover their body, the other races would wear a different version. It was similar in all aspects, except for having their back open. For the saria, it meant that their wings would have space to move, but for the elven and the faye, the riding crop could whip against their bare skin.

When the crop left her back, she let out a sigh of relief. She brushed her long blonde hair to her right, carefully making sure it would not get caught on the conveyor belt.

“Are you okay?” asked Ceara, “you looked like you were having a fright.”

Ceara was her only friend in the factory. Her long white wings instantly gave away her status as a saria to anyone who saw her.

“I'm...I'm fine,” replied Arethusa, “besides that, you were going to tell me about a new law for the Elven?”

“Yes,” Ceara said, glancing around, “the humans are still afraid of the magical power the Elven hold. They've come up with a new machine to weaken Elven even more. It's supposed to-”

A loud crack ran through the air. The riding crop struck against Ceara's wings as she let out a screech.

“Do you think the Humans are truly afraid of the elven? They can't do anything about our technology.” The manager grabbed Ceara's wrists tightly. The saria were a hollow boned race, and were too physically weak to fight back.

“You're coming with me to the office. We'll teach you how powerful our technology really is.”

Arethusa hurriedly returned to working. Ceara was careless and often found herself in these situations. When this happened Arethusa knew she could not protest. She could only look as if she was doing what she was told. What possessed her to look up from her machine, she wouldn't know. But the look in Ceara's eyes, she could never forget.

They screamed out for help.
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As the work day neared its end, Ceara was released from the office. But something about her looked different. It wasn't just the puffiness of her eyes, but how soulless they seemed.

“What happened?” Arethusa asked. Ceara shook her head.

“I'm...sorry about this...” The manager followed behind Ceara, his gaze was pointed towards Arethusa.

“What did they do to you?” Ceara refused to meet Arethusa's gaze.

The manager took out handcuffs and locked Arethusa's hands behind her back.

“What did I do?”

“Ceara told us everything, about how you tricked her into believing your elven lies. You're coming to the office.

Ceara looked away distantly as Arethusa was taken away. She closed her mind off from her friend's screaming.

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“Strip her,” was the first thing he said. Two guards in the room walked up to her and uncuffed her. She thought she would be free until the guards forced her to the ground. She struggled and squirmed, but her dress was ripped off. They forced her shoes and her socks off her feet. As part of the dress code, she was not allowed to wear any form of bra, as it would protect her back. They ripped the white panties off her body and held her out for the manager as she fought to close her legs. A blush rushed to her cheeks when the manager looked up and down her body.

“Take her to the chair.” Arethusa was carried to a small stone room with glass. She struggled and was pushed against a chair. She felt her ankles become shackled to it, her wrists shackled behind it. The guards blindfolded her with ease and left the room, closing the door.

“Let's show her what Human technology can do now.” An herbal scent filled the air. It was clear and piercing. A musky scent that felt as if it would envelope her body. She immediately recognized it as an aphrodisiac specific to Elves.

“What did I do?” she asked into the darkness. “Why are you doing this?”

“You lied to Ceara, telling her about the superiority of elven magic to Human technology. You must not lie to your co-workers, Arethusa.”

“I didn-”

“Don't try to argue, we have Ceara's confession on tape. Now, you must be punished for your lies.”

Arethusa heard a mechanical sound and felt a gel like substance pressed against her crotch. She blushed and tried to move her body away.

“Please, I didn't do anything,” she cried as the gel stopped moving.

“Don't lie to us.”

She felt the gel begin to vibrate softly as another mechanical sound was heard. She felt more gel being pressed against her chest, forming around its shape, vibrating in the same way.

“Now then,” said the manager, “tell us what you did wrong.”

“I didn't do anything, please...” The scent of the aphrodisiac became stronger and overpowering. She knew it was only a matter of time before it would circulate through her body, but felt like she could fight it.

She felt the vibrations get stronger, and she let out a moan. A small egg shaped object pressed itself against her butt without penetrating her, eliciting a gasp. When it started to vibrate too, she noticed an uncomfortable feeling. It was uncomfortable, but pleasurable. It made her curious, but she wanted to get away from the punishment.

The humiliation was too much for her. Tears left her eyes, getting soaked up by the blindfold. She felt more gels moving, touching her ears and conforming to their shape. They starting vibrating, forcing her back to arc and causing her to gasp as she felt a slight pressure build up in her body.

She knew what was coming, and squeezed her legs, trying to hold the pleasure back like a dam holding water. More and more, she noticed the vibrations on her body, the musky smell in the air and the buildup of desire.

“Look at the elf, trying to hold back. She should know it's already no use.”

And she did know, but would not allow the humiliation of having an orgasm in front of the manager. She squeezed her hips, forcing her body not to climax while the pleasure kept building up.

Eventually, she could no longer hold it back. The pleasure burst out of her body like a broken dam. She whimpered, knowing that her efforts to hold in her orgasm were futile, then moaned. She gasped in pleasure as her body shook in the chair, letting the waves of orgasm rush over her. The aftershocks hit her, making her body shake, as her eyes glazed over.

“And that was only two minutes, forty nine seconds. Let's see how long it takes if we have the machines penetrate her.”

“How long will we be dealing with this elven scum?”

“As long as it takes to get her to realize technology is superior, I guess we can go until the morning.”

Arethusa knew it was only the beginning of her hell.