Zen Chapter 1

WARNING:

This story is about elves being enslaved to humans. (yes, that is a morbid topic I know, but writing it down will get it out of my head) It is also about sex and abuse. If you are not interested in that kind of thing you may want to turn back now.

Zen stood miserably in a see through red silk dress. She was a sixteen year old five foot tall elf and she has soft black hair that fell down to her shoulders, beautiful green eyes, and a perfectly sculpted body. Today was a big day for Zen. Today was the day she would be sold as a sex slave.

Zen had been born and raised at a slave breeding farm. All her life she had attended classes with other femaile elves that were training to be sex slaves. Zen knew no life other than slavery. She had never been outside the breeding farm before this day, and now that she was sixteen she was the perfect age (and had the perfect body) to sell as a sex toy to wealthy humans.

Almost all elves were slaves. The humans had overpowered and enslaved the elves a few hundred years ago when the humans had discovered gun powder. Elves were the only magical creatures that were still arround. The rest had flead or dissapeared, but the elves had been captured.

Elves made good slaves. They were good looking, hard workers, and very easy to bully if you knew how. All the elves that would not be bullied had escaped with the other magical creatures, but there were some elves who could not escape and tehy were forced to breed and create more elves that would be raised to know nothing but slavery. After there were enough elves born into slavery all the rest of the elves who knew of the olden days were destroied.

That had all happened several hundred years before Zen was born, and she knew nothing about it. She had been taken from her mother as soon as she was born, just like all elves were and raised as a slave.

Zen stood in an assembly line with a dozzen other elves who were being sold as sex slaves. Wealthy men would walk up and down the line and compare the girls as if they were cars. Two girls Zen had grown up with hadbeen taken away moments before by a dark haired man. Zen hoped that they would be treated well. One man started to examine Zen. He turned her head from side to side, ran his hands all along her body, stroked her soft hair, and than looked at the price tag hanging arround her neck. The man scrowled and turned furiously to the slave seller.

"Thirty five thousand dollars for a sisteen year old with no experience?! Are you mad sir?! I'll pay you five thousand, but not twenty five!"

"Five thousand?! Sir, this girl is from Blue mountain farms! She has been expertly bred and trained! Thirty five thousand is my price, not a penny less."

Zen zoned them out as she watched a red haired elf further down the assembly line be examined. She had been told about something called haggeling. She knew that she would be sold for far more than five thousand, and far less than thrity five thousand, but what the exact price was she didn't care to find out.

Finally, after several minutes of haggeling the stranger shook hands with the slave seller and tied a rope around Zen's neck. Zen was lead away as if she were a dog or a horse. Zen chanced one last look abck at the rest of her friends. She knew that she probably would never see any of them again.

Chapter 1

Zen awoke to the sound of a bell tinkeling above the stove. Zen had been asleep under the kitchen table. That was where she was always sent when she was not ordered to sleep with her master. Zen opened one tired eye to see if the bell was ringing for her. It was. It always was. That would be the master looking for his breakfeast. Zen crawled out from under the table to see that the breakfeast was on the tray ready for delivery. She must have been really tired to not hear the cook arrive.

The cook was an overwright human women named Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones loved to boss Zen arround. There was no mistress so Zen's master had given Mrs. Jones the job of putting Zen to work unless he wanted her. Zen glanced down at her outfit. She was wearing a bakini that was bearly more than a couple patches of cloth and some string. The master always had Zen wear stuff like that. Even though Zen had slept in it she decided to wear it anyways.

The bell rang again, more intencly this time.

"I'm comming, I'm comming." Zen muttered as she picked up the breakfeast tray. Zen's master liked to keep Zen close at hand sometimes. So he always had Zen serve him, and when he was in the mood (which was happening more and more often) he had her do other stuff as well. This looked like it would be one of those days.

Zen put the tray down on the bedside table and stepped back hoping she would be dismissed. Her master was lounging on top of his bed naked, his arms resting behind his head.

"What do I get to eat today my pet?" he purred.

Zen took the lid off the plate.

"Eggs my lord, and some seedless grapes too." Zen said without looking. She never had to look, her master ordered the same breakfeast every morning.

"Take off your clothes my delicious little pet, and sit on my chest. Feed me my grapes one at a time." Zen's master said with a horny grin.

Zen did as she was told gritting her teeth the whole time. She hated being a sex slave, but there was nothing she could do. She was too beautiful and too well put together to really be anything else.

Zen's master had Zen drop teh grapes into his mouth one at a time. Half way through this he started to rub his hands up and down her back and sides. When he finished hid grapes he pulled Zen down so her breasts were right in front of his face. Zen saw his toung come out and he started to lick her and suck on her breasts. Zen gasped as her body started to react. She was forced to lick his privates in a seducing mannor until he pushed her under him and lowered himself into her. Zen moaned. She hated to admit it, but it felt sooo good!

Two hours later Zen returned to the kitchen. She had showered and changed into a blue see-through dress. All her clothes were and had always been very skimpy and sexy so Zen thought nothing of it, but Mrs. Jones glared at her furiously. Zen wondered not for teh first time why Mrs. Jones was so jealous, after all, Mrs. Jones was married, wasn't that even better than being forced to have sex whenever you were told? Mrs. Jones snapped at Zen for taking so long to shower and put her to work scrubbing the floors.

When Zen was just finishing up she heard her masters bell go off again. Shurley he didn't want his lunch already? It was only eleven o'clock. But Zen dropped the toothbrush she had been given to scrub with and rushed to see what her master wanted.

Her master was dressed now, wich was a relief to Zen though she was well trained enough not to show it.

"I am having a very important guest come for dinner. You are to tell the cook that I want the house spotless." Zen's master said.

"Yes my lord." Zen said obediently.

"The best meal must be cooked."

"yes my lord."

"The finest wine used"

"yes master."

"And YOU my slave will waite on us, and you will be naked."

Zen swallowed hard before she replied "Yes master"

"Wear some of that purfume I bought you."

"yes master"

"and make sure play room one is set up."

Zen's voice trembeled slightly when she replied this time.

"That will be all." Zen's master said dismissing Zen with a lazy wave of his hand.

Zen went slowly down stairs to give the message to the cook. She hated play room one. She often had nightmares about taht room. But Zen did as she was told and set up the room for the nights entertainment. She checked the straps, to make sure they worked, she tested the machines to make sure tehy were all running properly, and she set up the lights and scented candles.

That night at six o'clock Zen waited beside the front door to greet the important guest. She was naked as ordered, and had experty applied perfume so it would be just enough. When a tuxedoed man arived Zen lead him into the dinning room. The best china had been set out, and Zen's master was there waiting greeting the man and assuring him that the nights entertainment would be fun.

Zen waited on the two men as they talked business. Both men drank far more wine than a human man could handle without it affecting him, and by the time Zen served desert the two men were constantly grabbing her and pinching her.

Afterthey had finally decided they had enough wine they brought Zen into play room 1. Zen's master picked Zen up (elves were very light to carry) and strapped her securly to a maturnity table, making sure her legs were well spread apart. Than the two men took turns thrusting the machines into Zen and laughing as she moaned and strained against the bonds when tehy turned up the power. When they had grown bored with the machines they took turns inserting themselves and playing with her until they had passed fluids. (Zen had been fived at birth so she could not ever become pregnant, and elves could not catch or spread diseases of any kind, so no one worried about protection when they were playing with a sex slave.) It was well after midnight when the nights entertainment ended and Zen was sent to bed. Zen curled up under the table and tried to find a comfortable position on the hard stone floor, but it was impossible as always. Zen was very sore, both her master and his guest had been very rough on her. Zen lay there, curled up in a ball and thought about how much she hated her life. She cried herself to sleep that night, as she did many nights.

That night Zen had a strange dream. She was in a forest arround mid day. She was wearing a beautiful dress, one that she had never seen before, an elven dress. Her hair had flowers woven into it and she heard the trickeling of water close by. An elf clad in strange clothes of green and brown approached her. Zen was slightly scared. The only time she had ever seen a male elf was that day at the market where she was sold. This elf looked very diffrent than those elves. He had black hair that was as long as Zen's hair (elven slave boys always had to have their hair cut short so it wouldn't get in the way) and bright eyes.

He didn't seem at all suprised to see Zen. He walked up to her and held something out to her. Zen looked at the diamond he was handing her in confusion. Than the elf talked to her in a strange language Zen had never heard before. This language of corse was teh language of elves, but Zen had been raised arround humans, and had never heard that language before. Something stirred in Zen, a longing to understand what this strange elf was telling her. Zen stretched out her hand towards the elf, and heard her master's bell ringing for his breakfeast.

Zen was dissapointed. At the end of teh dream she had felt as if she almost understood what he was saying, if only she could remember, a wispered song from long ago, but she wasn't given time to try to remember, for her master demanded her atention, and by the time she was allowed to go shower the memory that had almost surfaced had vanished.

For teh rest of the day Zen tried hard to remember, but Mrs. Jones was not willing to let Zen have a moment to think. Zen had to clean and help bake and wate on her master. She longed to try to remember what it was that had almost come to her, but she just didn't have time. Her master went to work it being a monday, but Mrs. Jones made sure Zen didn't have one moments rest. That night Zen's master had Zen sleep in his bed. Zen wanted to be alone with her thoughts, but her master had worn her out and she didn't dare protest anyways.

Again she dreamed she was in that forest. Again the elf offered her the diamond and spoke to her in that strange elven tounge. Zen reached out to him.

"Tell me who you are. Please, tell me what you want." Zen wispered.

The elf looked at Zen with his bright eyes and responded in his language.

"Please, I don't understand." Zen pleaded. She longed to understand. She wanted to understand this elf more than she had ever wanted anything in her sixteen and a half miserable years of life. The elf held teh diamond out to Zen. Zen reached out her hand to take it. Obviously it was important...

Zen woke up with a gasp. Her master had decided to fuck her again that night. He had just inserted himself in her and squeezed her chest. Zen's mind proteted silently as her master played with her again. Zen wanted to think, she wanted to get back to that dream. Back to that strange elf. Zen's master went all the way and than he pressed Zen against his chest and went back to sleep, breathing in the flowery smell of Zen's elven hair. Zen tried to go back to sleep, but the smell of her master's sweat kept her awake.

That morning her master decided to skip work. He often did this, and since he was CEO of his company, he was able to. Zen's master had Mrs. Jones bring up two breakfeasts, and Mrs. Jones brought them in while Zen's master was nibbiling and licking Zen's ears as if they were candy. Mrs. Jones shot Zen one withering look and left the room.

Zen's master took the honey jar that was sent up with his tea and began pouring it on Zen's flat stomach. Than he liked it off making groans of pleasure. After that he had Zen lick and kiss his feet while he sat back and ate his breakfeast. After teh feet Zen was ordered to keep going, so Zen traveled up teh legs and than when she was finished with his lover body Zen had to have sex with her master for teh second time that day.

But taht wasn't the end of it. After That Zen was fed grapes, and Mrs. Jones was ordered to bring the trays downstairs. This time Mrs. Jones walked in on Zen's master brushing Zen's hair while she lay on her side facing him. Again Mrs. Jone shot Zen a withering look before she left.

Zen was forced to please her master over and over that day and he licked and nibbled and sucked on her in between. That night Zen scrubbed herself furiously in teh shower trying to get rid of teh contaminated feeling. But just as her mind was starting to return to the dreams she had been having her master walked into the bathroom, took his clothes off, and played with Zen in the shower.

That night after Zen was finally left alone under her table she wondered at the number of times her master was able to use Zen for her bought purpous. Her master was on the high scale for humans, and Zen wished that he was the opposit. It would certainly make her life far less miserable.

Again Zen found herself in the forest greeting the strange elf. This tiem Zen spoke before he did.

"Oh please sir! Please, I don't understand you! Please, don't you know any english?"

The elf reguarded her for a moment. Than he spoke in Clear english wich he made sound almost as beautiful as teh elven language.

"Long have my people suffered at the hands of humans. But no more. I am going to lead you to freedome. Take this stone daughter of the star elves, take it, and treasure it. That belonged to your grandmother, who is free, and is waiting for you. This stone will guide you and protect you on your journey to freedome. Do not loose it child, because there is no other stone like it."

Zen swallowed hard. Now, more clearly than ever before she could hear that wispered song. A song she had heard long ago when she was a small elven child agving at the stars she loves so much. How could she have forgotten it? The song of the star elves. How could she have forgotten her mother, who's face she had only glimpsed once before she was taken away?

Zen reached out to take the stone, and heard her masters bell ringing.