You are dragged through the corridor of the palace by a pair of large elves, and you can barely see a white door in your blurred vision. The elves push you into the room and throw you on the ground, bloody and with your wrists tied. You barely get up from the ground and kneel on the ground, greeted by the cold eyes of a woman in a white dress. She steps back slightly, her eyes sharp, and seems to be looking at you carefully, as if thinking about how to deal with you next.

"So... you're the lucky survivor ?"

She stands in front of you, her expression cold and arrogant, her movements graceful, but revealing a strong sense of authority.

She lets out a soft sigh as she feels your tongue on her, her grip on your hair loosening slightly. She leans back a bit, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she catches herself and forces them open again. She looks down at you, her expression still stern, but with a slight flush on her cheeks. "Faster. And use more pressure." She commands, her voice breathy. She rocks her hips against your face, riding your tongue as she seeks her release. Despite her cold exterior, her body betrays her growing arousal, her chest heaving with shallow breaths.

Her brows furrow in frustration as she feels the pressure building in her bladder, but her orgasm still eludes her. She clenches her jaw, her grip on your hair tightening again. "What's taking so long? I don't have all day for this." She snaps, her voice sharp. She grinds herself against your face, desperation starting to creep into her movements. A small, involuntary moan escapes her lips, but she quickly bites it back, trying to maintain her composure. "Come on, human. You're supposed to be some great soldier, aren't you? Prove it." She challenges, her eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and need.

Her breath hitches as she feels the urge to release becoming overwhelming. She tilts her head back, her long neck exposed as she fights to maintain control. After a moment, she looks down at you again, her eyes wild and desperate. "If you want to live, you'll drink every last drop. Understand?" She hisses, her voice low and threatening. She digs her heels into the ground, bracing herself as she finally lets go, her hot urine flooding your mouth and spilling over your cheeks. She rides out her orgasm, grinding against your face as she fills your mouth with her piss. "Swallow it all, or I'll make you regret it."

She watches intently as you swallow every drop, her eyes never leaving your face. As you finish, she releases her grip on your hair and lifts herself off of you, straightening her dress. She looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. "Good boy. I suppose you deserve a reward for that." She says, her voice dripping with condescension. She reaches down and grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look up at her. "But don't think this means I've gone soft. You're still my prisoner, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect my kingdom." She releases your chin and steps back, her expression once again cold and unreadable. "Now, let's continue this interrogation, shall we? I have a few more questions for you."

She paces in front of you, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She stops and turns to face you, her eyes narrowing as she studies your face. "I want to know everything about your mission here. Who sent you? What were your orders? And don't even think about lying to me." She demands, her voice low and dangerous. She takes a step closer, looming over you. "I have ways of making you talk, if you force my hand. Trust me, you don't want that." She reaches out and runs a finger along your cheek, trailing it down to your chin. She tilts your head up, forcing you to meet her gaze. "So, what will it be, soldier? Are you going to cooperate, or do I need to get creative?"

Her eyes flash with annoyance at your response. She leans in closer, her breath hot against your face as she speaks in a low, threatening tone. "Oh, I think you can, and you will. You see, I have ways of making even the most stubborn of men talk. And believe me, I'm very, very good at what I do." She trails her finger down your neck, her nail digging in slightly as she reaches your collarbone. She presses down, just hard enough to make you wince. "So, I'll ask you one more time. Who sent you, and what were your orders? And this time, I expect a different answer." Her eyes bore into yours, her expression cold and unyielding. It's clear that she's not going to back down until she gets what she wants.

Her patience wears thin at your continued defiance. She grabs you by the throat, squeezing just enough to make it difficult to breathe. Her face is inches from yours, her eyes blazing with anger. "Listen here, you insolent worm. I've been more than patient with you, but my tolerance has limits. You will tell me what I want to know, one way or another." She releases her grip, but only to draw back her hand, readying herself to strike you across the face. The air crackles with tension, her magic simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. "Now, for the last time, who sent you? And what were your orders? Speak now, or face the consequences."

Her eyes narrow dangerously at your continued refusal to cooperate. She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving with barely contained rage. The temperature in the room seems to drop as she channels her magic, the air swirling around her like a miniature hurricane. "Very well. You leave me no choice." She raises her hand, palm facing out, and points it at you. The wind around her picks up, whipping her hair and dress around her like a banner. A small tornado forms in front of her, spinning faster and faster until it's little more than a blur. "Perhaps a demonstration is in order. I hope you're ready to scream."

She raises an eyebrow at your defiance, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She lowers her hand slowly, the tornado dissipating as quickly as it had formed. The sudden absence of wind leaves the room feeling eerily still, the only sound the soft rustle of her dress as she moves closer to you. "I admire your determination, human. But I'm afraid it's misplaced. You see, I've dealt with men like you before. You think you're strong, that you can resist anything. But I assure you, I have ways of breaking even the strongest will." She reaches out and runs a finger down your chest, tracing the lines of your muscles. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost affectionate. But there's a dark promise in her eyes, a hint of the pain and suffering she's capable of inflicting.

She chuckles darkly, a cold and empty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers. "Still so defiant, even now. I suppose I should be impressed. Very well, soldier. I'll give you one last chance to save yourself from what's to come. Tell me what I want to know, and I promise your death will be swift and painless. Resist, and... well, let's just say I have an imagination as vast as my magic. And I'm not afraid to use either." She pulls back, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and cruelty. She's enjoying this, reveling in the power she has over you. And she's just getting started. "So, what will it be?"

Her patience finally snaps at your stubborn refusal to cooperate. She grabs you by the hair, yanking your head back painfully. Her eyes blaze with a furious intensity, her voice dripping with venom. "Enough! I've had enough of your insolence, human. You will talk, one way or another. I'll make you beg for death before this is over." She slams her fist into your stomach, the air rushing out of your lungs in a painful gasp. She follows up with a flurry of blows, each one expertly placed to cause maximum pain and damage. You try to block, to fight back, but she's too fast, too strong. Her magic enhances her every move, making her a whirlwind of pain and fury.

She steps back, panting slightly from the exertion of the beating. She looks down at you, her eyes cold and merciless, as you lie there gasping for breath, barely conscious. She crouches down, bringing her face close to yours. "You're a fool. A brave fool, I'll give you that. But a fool nonetheless. You think you can withstand anything I throw at you? You have no idea what I'm capable of." She stands back up, straightening her dress. She looks around the room, as if searching for something. Her gaze falls on a tray of instruments, gleaming and sharp. A cruel smile spreads across her face. "Perhaps a more... focused approach is needed. I think it's time we got better acquainted, don't you?"

She smirks as she picks up a small vial from the tray, holding it up to the light to admire its contents. She turns back to you, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes. I was going to show you just how far I'm willing to go to get what I want." She walks over to you, kneeling down beside you. She grabs your jaw, squeezing hard enough to make you grit your teeth. "Open your mouth," she commands, her voice low and menacing. When you don't immediately comply, she forces your mouth open with her fingers, prying it wide open. She uncorks the vial and tips it, pouring the liquid inside onto your tongue. "There, that should do it."

She holds your mouth shut, forcing you to swallow the bitter liquid. She smirks as she watches you, enjoying your discomfort. After a few moments, your body starts to respond, your bladder swelling painfully. You squirm, trying to hold it in, but it's no use. Aqua just watches, amused, as you piss yourself, the warm liquid spreading across the floor beneath you. "Pathetic, isn't it? All that pride, all that defiance, and for what? Look at you now, soiling yourself like a child. And for what? A pointless cause? Some misguided sense of loyalty?" She stands up, looking down at you with a mixture of contempt and amusement. "You're worthless, human. Less than worthless."

She laughs, a cold, cruel sound that echoes through the room. She stands over you, her dress billowing around her like a cloud of white silk. She reaches under her skirt, pulling down her undergarments. She straddles your face, pinning your head in place with her knees. "Since you seem to enjoy having things poured down your throat, I thought I'd give you a real treat," *she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.

She leans forward, bracing herself against the wall behind you. Her eyes meet yours, and in them you see nothing but cold, cruel amusement. She smiles, a nasty, predatory grin.* "Now, open wide," she purrs. "It's time for your special drink." She lets out a stream of hot, pungent piss, aiming it directly at your mouth.

She raises an eyebrow in surprise as you obediently open your mouth and drink down every drop of her piss. She expected you to struggle, to fight, but you're just... accepting it. It's almost disappointing. Almost. "Well, well. I underestimated you, human. I thought you'd put up more of a fight. But I suppose even a dog can learn to roll over for its master." She finishes pissing, wiping herself off before stepping away from you. She looks down at you, a thoughtful expression on her face. "But now what am I to do with you? You've proven yourself to be surprisingly... pliable. Perhaps you have some use after all." She taps her chin, considering the possibilities. Her eyes light up as an idea occurs to her. "I think I know just the thing. Rise, my pet."

"Now, I need a new servant. And it seems you're just the man for the job. But before I can make you my official pet, there are a few things we need to establish." She paces around you, her heels clicking on the stone floor. She stops in front of you, looking down at you with a critical eye. "You need to learn your place. You need to learn to obey without question. And most importantly, you need to learn to appreciate the honor of serving me." She reaches down, running a finger along your jawline. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost affectionate. But there's a dangerous edge to it, a reminder of the pain she can inflict if you displease her. "And I know just the way to teach you."

"Ah, so you do have a voice. How refreshing. I was beginning to think you were a mute." She chuckles, her eyes glinting with amusement. She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers: "Good. I like my pets to be vocal. It makes the training so much more... entertaining." She pulls back, her expression turning serious. She grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at her. "Now, listen carefully. You will address me as 'My Queen' from now on. You will obey my every command without hesitation. And you will never, ever raise your voice to me. Understand?"

"Good. I'm glad you're a quick learner. Now, let's begin your training, shall we?" She releases your chin and steps back, surveying you with a critical eye. She nods to herself, as if satisfied with what she sees. She claps her hands together, the sound echoing through the room. "First, I want you to strip. All of it. I want to see what I'm working with." She gestures to your clothes, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get to it, pet."

She watches intently as you begin to remove your clothes, her eyes roaming over your body with a critical, assessing gaze. Once you're fully naked, she steps closer, circling around you like a predator sizing up its prey. She pauses behind you, running a hand down your back, feeling the muscles beneath your skin. "Not bad, for a human. You're in decent shape, at least. That's a start." She steps back in front of you, her eyes meeting yours. She reaches out, tracing a finger along your collarbone, then down the center of your chest, all the way to your navel. She pauses there, her finger circling your belly button before moving lower, until it's just above your cock. "Now, let's see what else you're packing, shall we?"

Her eyes lock onto yours as her finger continues its descent, wrapping around your soft cock. She strokes it slowly, feeling it respond to her touch. A smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth as she watches it grow harder in her hand. "Well, well. Looks like someone's excited to serve me. I must say, I'm impressed. Not many men can maintain an erection after being humiliated like that." She pumps her hand slowly, her thumb rubbing over the head of your cock. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "Tell me, pet. Have you ever been fucked by an elf before? No? Well, today's your lucky day." She bites your earlobe, hard enough to make you gasp. She pulls back, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "On your knees, pet."

She smirks, pleased with your quick obedience. She steps back, giving you room to kneel. She reaches under her skirt, pulling down her undergarments. She steps out of them, kicking them aside. Her pussy is already glistening with arousal. "Good boy," she purrs, running her fingers through your hair. "Now, show me what that tongue can do. I want you to worship my pussy like it's the most sacred altar you've ever seen." She grasps your hair tighter, guiding your face between her thighs. She grinds against you, her wetness smearing across your cheeks. "Lick, pet. Lick until I tell you to stop."

"Mmm, that's it, pet. Use that tongue. Show me how much you worship me." She moans, tilting her head back in pleasure as you obediently lick and kiss her pussy. She grinds against your face, using you for her pleasure. She reaches down, grasping your hair and holding you in place. "Don't stop, pet. Don't you dare fucking stop until I cum on that pretty face of yours." She starts to move her hips faster, riding your face. Her moans grow louder, more desperate. She's close, so close... "Fuck, yes! Just like that! Oh, gods, I'm going to-" She throws her head back, crying out as she cums. Her pussy clenches, squirting her juices all over your face.

Her body convulses with pleasure as she reaches her climax, her grip on your hair tightening almost painfully. She grinds her pussy against your face, smearing her juices all over you as she rides out her orgasm. Her thighs quiver, and she lets out a high-pitched moan that echoes through the room. "Aaaaahhh, fuck yes! Drink it up, pet! Swallow every last drop!" She continues to grind against you, her pussy pulsing as it squirts more of her sweet nectar onto your face. Your chin, cheeks, and even your hair are soaked with her juices. The scent of her arousal fills the air, overwhelming your senses. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she stops moving. She takes a deep breath, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.