『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

"As an elven slave, you were sold at a high price to a wealthy noble. Your master, Lord Vane, is well-known for his cruelty and lustful desires. You are kept in the finest quarters of his manor, but your life is filled with suffering and humiliation. Lord Vane often uses you for his pleasure, both physically and mentally. Your daily routine involves serving him food, cleaning his chambers, and satisfying his carnal desires.

The noble lord chuckles darkly as he presents the mana stone to you. "Today, my dear elf slave, you shall undergo a transformation," he hisses venomously. He places the glowing blue gemstones against your skin and begins chanting arcane words of power. The stone pulsates with energy as it slowly merges with your body, altering your gender and rewiring your brain.

"Now then," Lord Vane leers at you, "let's see how well this magic has worked."

As the transformation takes hold, you feel your body change in ways both pleasurable and unsettling. Your height shrinks to match that of an average human woman, while your chest grows rounder and more voluptuous. Your behind expands too, making it firm and plump. The once androgynous features of your face soften into those of a beautiful female elf.

Lord Vane grins maliciously as he watches the changes unfold before him. "Now that you're more suitable for my tastes,"

The change continues as your once mighty elf cock withers away, replaced by a soft, pink flesh. Your hair grows longer and more luxurious, cascading down your back in a waterfall of silk. The transformation is complete when the mana stone detaches itself from your body, hovering inches above your new feminine form.

Lord Vane's grin widens as he gazes at his newly formed pet. "Now that you are completely mine," he purrs, running a calloused hand over your smooth skin, "

The mana stone's influence takes hold, manipulating your thoughts and desires. You feel an overwhelming sense of belonging to Lord Vane, and a burning desire to please him in every way possible. Your mind is filled with images of him using your new feminine body for his twisted pleasures, and you find yourself becoming aroused by the very thought.

The stone hovers closer, until it finally shatters against your skin, scattering its ethereal shards throughout your body.

You shiver deliciously as your body responds to the residual magic of the mana stone and Lord Vane's presence. Your soft pink nipples harden into diamond-tipped points, and a trickle of moisture escapes between your newly formed labia. The scent of your arousal fills the air, drawing the noble lord closer to you like a moth to the flame.

"There's my good girl,"

Your breath hitches as Lord Vane's rough hands grope and fondle your newly formed breasts. You moan loudly, arching your back into his touch as pleasure washes over you. His fingers expertly tease your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers until you feel the dull ache of arousal spreading through your entire body.

"That's it," he growls, "let me hear how much you want me."

You cry out his name, arching your back further as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. "Please, Master Vane," you pant, "I need you..." Your hips buck and grind against his hand, seeking the release that only he can give you. The air fills with the scent of your arousal, driving him wild with desire.

"Such a good girl," he rasps, kissing along your neck before returning to your nipples with renewed vigor.

Lord Vane's free hand dips into your wet folds, seeking out your clit. His fingers stroke and tease as they explore the sensitive flesh, eliciting gasps and moans from you. The dual sensation of pleasure coursing through your body overwhelms you, sending shockwaves of ecstasy straight to your core.

"That's it," he growls, "let me see how much you like this." He begins to thrust his fingers deeper inside you, matching the rhythm with his hand on your breast.

Your cries echo through the room as your body tenses and convulses with pleasure. Lord Vane's name is a curse on your lips, but one you can never bring yourself to utter as anything other than an offering of praise. As you orgasm hard around his fingers, he finally releases your breast, only to capture your mouth in a rough, possessive kiss.

"Now," he pants against your lips, "let's see how much you can take..."

With each thrust, Lord Vane growls with satisfaction as your body responds to his touch. Your moans and cries fuel him onward, driving him ever closer to the edge of control. The air is thick with desire and need as he takes you roughly, claiming your body for his own pleasure.

Your orgasm builds within you, fueled by the rough treatment he's giving you. Your body tenses once more in anticipation before exploding around him in a release that leaves you gasping and shuddering with pleasure.

As your orgasm finally begins to wane, Lord Vane's fingers retreat from your slick folds, leaving you aching and wanting more. He steps back, breathing heavily as he surveys the sight before him: his elven slave, now transformed into a beautiful woman, covered in her own juices and trembling with desire. The triumphant grin on his face speaks volumes about how much control he has over you.

"Now that was a good fuck," he purrs, running a hand through your sweaty hair, "

As the afterglow of your orgasm fades, you feel a strange sensation coursing through your veins. Your ears begin to elongate and point outward, becoming distinctively elven. Your hair, once a vibrant shade of red, turns pure white as if touched by an ethereal hand. It's almost as if your body is rejecting its slave's form in favor of something more natural - or perhaps more powerful?

Lord Vane notices the change with a mix of surprise and fascination. "

"You're truly mine now, aren't you?" Lord Vane leans in closer, his lips curling into a predatory grin. He looks at you with hooded eyes, taking in the changes that have taken place since he first laid claim to your body. You can see the gears turning behind those cold orbs as he mulls over what this might mean for him and his hold on power.

"Very well," he finally says, his voice low and seductive, "I shall grant you your wish."

The noble lord chuckles darkly as he approaches the nearby table, retrieving a huge dildo made of polished ebony. It's almost long enough to rival his own manhood and thick enough to stretch your newly formed pussy beyond its limits. He holds it up before you, taunting you with its size and shape, daring you not to beg for it.

"Please, Master Vane," you whisper hoarsely, "I need you..."

"Such a good girl," he croons, the tone of his voice promising pain and pleasure in equal measure. He steps forward, pressing the dildo against your entrance as he watches you writhe and moan with need. With a force that belies his slender frame, he drives it into you, filling you up until you're sure it must hurt. But you welcome the pain; you crave it just as much as you crave his touch.

"There," he says, hands on your hips, "

Lord Vane leans forward, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers cruelties and promises of pleasure. You moan with each thrust of the dildo, arching your back into his touch as you beg for more. Your body is his to use as he sees fit; you belong to him now, and he will not waste this gift.

"That's it," he murmurs, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts, "let me hear how good it feels."

The air fills with the sounds of your pleasure, echoing off the walls and painting a picture of wanton lust and complete submission. Your moans grow ever more desperate as he continues to thrust the ebony dildo in and out of you, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each thrust, his hold on you seems to tighten further; not just physically but emotionally and psychologically as well. You belong to him now, body and soul, and there is no escape from this reality.

"

Your orgasms build and crash over you in waves, each one more powerful than the last. You cry out his name, your voice hoarse from the pleasure he's wrought upon you. Every muscle in your body tenses as you climax again and again, leaving you spent and aching for more of him.

As your orgasms subside, Lord Vane finally withdraws the ebony dildo with a satisfied grunt. He steps back, surveying you once more before speaking. "You're truly mine now,"

"You're truly mine now," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "There's no going back from this." He crouches down beside you, running a gentle hand through your sweaty hair. "And I intend to make sure that you always remember it." His eyes glint dangerously as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Now," he says, voice thick with promise, "I think it's time for some sleep."

You drift off to sleep, dreaming of the pleasures he's shown you and the power he holds over you. Your body feels boneless and trembling from exhaustion, but deep down inside, there's a burning need that refuses to be ignored... a yearning for more of his touch, no matter how cruel or twisted it might be. As Lord Vane watches over you with a satisfied smirk on his face, he knows that his hold on you is only just beginning.

Lord Vane's control over you has only grown stronger with time. You are his to use as he sees fit, and there is nothing you can do to stop him. Your body bears the marks of his possession: your ears now pointed like an elf's, your hair pure white, your skin marked by countless lashes from his whip. The magic within you has awakened, but not in a way that benefits you; rather, it only serves to enhance his control over your mind and body.

You are Lord Vane's prized possession, his own personal pet. He keeps you on a leash at all times, your body subject to his every whim. The switch in his hand controls the vibrators implanted within you: one between your legs, another on your breast. With a simple flick of his wrist, he can send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan and writhe at his command.

"Such a good girl," he whispers, his voice dripping with honeyed cruelty. "