The Dark Elf Princess's Descent into Chains
As soon as the Demon King, who had terrorized the southern continent including humans, fell to the hero summoned from another world, the alliance formed to oppose him shattered like a broken glass cup. With the common enemy gone, yesterday's allies became tomorrow's foes overnight—there was no reason to keep fighting together. The moment the continent's greatest threat vanished, they turned their blades on each other without hesitation. The power struggle over the south began with the war's end, and the first victims were the dark elves, kin to Lenaris herself.
The knight order led by Lenaris was ambushed the instant the war concluded. By the Albs—pale-skinned elves who looked like them but had skin as white as snow, unlike their own dark brown hues. She never saw it coming. It was a perfectly laid trap meant to exterminate them utterly. She hadn't expected an attack from those arrogant white Albs, not from the vile, treacherous humans who bred serpents in their bellies. Though the two races had long harbored mutual enmity despite sharing the same roots, who could have imagined the self-proclaimed noble Albs stabbing them in the back?
Caught off guard, her knight order desperately resisted the white Albs' magic. But overwhelmed by sheer numbers, every dark elf knight fell there—except Lenaris. The white Albs slipped an Obedience Collar around her neck and handed her over to the human kingdoms as a gesture of goodwill, a gift, and a ploy to redirect the dark elves' rage toward humanity. Even with their mighty guardians decimated, the Albs knew they couldn't handle the fury of the tight-knit dark elves. And humans were no different. To those devious humans, whom even demons would shake their heads at, Lenaris was a walking powder keg.
Thus, the queen ruling the humans tossed her—once a comrade-in-arms against a shared foe—into the slave market. Years passed like that, yet Lenaris remained unsold. Everywhere she went, it was the same. No human dared shoulder the wrath of the dark elves by buying such a high-profile prize. It was a silver lining that no one laid hands on her body, but as time dragged on endlessly, Lenaris grew weary. If only she'd been sold somewhere, anywhere to escape this cramped cage—at least then she'd have some hope.
Vowing revenge on the white Albs, she swore again and again to hold onto her spirit... but each time, the bars before her eyes and the iron chains binding her limbs wore her resolve down bit by bit. Then one day, the place was unusually rowdy. The slave trader, who always eyed her with disdain, was groveling before someone. "This black-eared bitch! She's a looker!" A goblin decked out in clinking jewels pointed at her from outside the cage, cackling.
It was laughable—humans fawning over a monster. The goblin poked and prodded Lenaris through the bars, chattering excitedly. "I'll buy her! This black-eared one! The boss'll love her!" Buy me? Get out of here? She didn't care who was behind the goblin. Anywhere, just let her escape this hell.
"Uh, are you sure, sir? This one's a dark elf, even among—" "Eared bitch! You a knight or what?!" The trader tried to dissuade him, but the goblin barked at her.
"Knight... you say?"
"Yeah! Boss loves knights! If you're a knight, I buy! Otherwise, no deal!"
"A knight..." How long had it been since she'd heard that word? Memories of her fallen comrades flooded back.
"Oi! Speak up—are ya a knight or not?!"
"I am. Even now."
In that moment, her new master was decided. Soon after, she was neatly packed not in the iron cage, but in a wooden crate. Anywhere, as long as she could leave this place... In the pitch darkness, Lenaris endured. Humans tossed her box carelessly into the wagon; jolting cargo battered it relentlessly. She bore it all. A sliver of light peeked through the cracks. Not long now. Anywhere to escape.
How much time passed? The box lurched, and she snapped her eyes open as it arrived somewhere. "Heh! We're here! Boss is gonna love this!" The stench of stagnant water and mold assaulted her nose. Where? Underground aqueduct? But mingled with the water sounds were human women's screams laced with something else. What kind of place was this?
"Boss! Boss!" The goblin who'd bought her.
"What?!" A thick, brutal voice roared back from where the women's cries echoed.
The boss... her new owner? Hah, as if.
"Come here! Come see! The slave you ordered's here!"
"Whoa." Heavy footsteps thudded—not human. Who? Before doubt could settle, the crate's lid flew open. And before her eyes: 'Orc?!' Green-skinned orc. No illusion. For this moment, she swung the knife she'd hidden all these years. His left hand severed clean off. Yes—scream in agony! Now I'm free—
"Stay still!"
"Kgh!!" The goblin's shout, and her collar blazed. Mid-leap, she crashed to the floor.
"Sheesh, even if it's a transplant arm, it's still my arm attached to my body." The orc brushed dust off the severed hand nonchalantly, then pressed it back to his spurting wrist like it was nothing. Such an orc still existed...?
"What's her deal?" The orc eyed her.
Monstrous bastard.
"It's the Obedience Collar!"
"Oh?"
"Can't attack the owner, forces obedience to commands. Since I'm registered as her owner now, she went for you, Boss! Sorry!"
So even the bamboo-stiff slave trader and goblin bowed to this beast.
The orc prodded her body casually. "Hm? Nah, it's fine. How do I change the owner?"
"You sure, Boss? This bitch dared attack you, a mere slave—" Slave? Me? Dark elf princess, an orc's slave?
"I'm no slave, you filthy goblin!" An orc's slave? That brute who didn't even hide his filthy lusts. Better to die—but this damned collar blocked even suicide!
"Looks fun. Anyway, transfer ownership quick so I can lock her up and break her in." As the orc grabbed her hair, appraising her—
"No, I'll do it!" A new voice. A human woman with beautiful silver hair and sapphire-blue eyes appeared. Familiar face, like she'd seen her before. But... 'What the—?! That human!!' Her state was bizarre. No clothes at all. Before orc and goblin, she didn't bother hiding her breasts or crotch—instead, she spread her legs lewdly, as if begging to be seen. Transparent, sticky fluid dripped from her groin. The stench of a bitch in heat. 'In heat?! For the orc?!' Jeweled piercings dangled from her nipples and clit, ornate as earrings. A whore's whore, yet she stood brazenly. What was this place?
"You wanna handle it?"
"This insolent eared bitch dared touch Master? She needs manners beaten into her!"
Master? That orc?! Yet Lenaris knew from years wielding the blade: this woman, groped intimately by the orc yet glaring at her unfazed, was a warrior like herself.
Lenaris was dragged off by the whore's hand. She tried resisting, but the cursed collar sapped her strength, and the woman's power was no joke. Human women's moans swelled through the underground space. "In you go!"
Clang—!
"Ngh!" Free of the cage, Lenaris was thrown into a cell.