Matriarchy of the Dark Elves (4)

The Ranger

I caught up with the two sisters who had not noticed my brief absence at the gate. They were speaking with a third Dark Elf dressed in figure hugging studded armor made from black canvas and chitinous plates; with her hair had been cut into short platinum white finger curls. When she lifted her hand snapped her fingers and two snarling gnolls rushed towards me, I clutched my handbag as they approached but they passed right by me to leave the camp to offload the coach.

The ranger spoke to me “relax traveler, the gnolls in the camp are rarely hostile without a good reason. The Smuggler told me you would be passing through here. There has been a change of plans, the next part of your journey will be on foot. Raiders have grown bold on the road ahead. Until our scouts find their hideout and route them out, it would be safer for us to go on foot. The good news is that it will shorten the journey to the City of the Dark Elves. Don’t worry, the trek will not be too difficult, even for a little sissy like you, tonight you can freshen up and fortify yourself for tomorrow. However, your outfit...” she looked at my bodice, lace jumpsuit, and fluffy cuffs “...may not be appropriate for hiking.” A change of clothes has already been prepared for you in the tent.” She pointed to a large tent “Oh, and careful not to wet the hair on your head...” she called to me as I left.

In the tent there were several beds, a table with writing equipment and books, and screen with some simple clothes draped over it. Behind the screen was a metal bath tub filled with scented water beside a small fire. I made extra care to keep my hair dry when I washed my face. I also made sure to clean the chastity cage thoroughly. I dried myself and dressed in the outfit. It was a small loosely fitting chiton held by two broaches with the sigil of House Rider, a black stallion. When worn, the chiton hung loosely over each shoulder with a two split skirt that was much shorter at the back. My upper chest, shoulder, back, and buttocks were all exposed.

“You look almost ready for dinner, you needn’t worry about your head scarf tonight. We’re have not reached the realm of the dark elves just yet” the ranger was stood at the entrance of the gate “these will also help you while we are on the road” she gave me a pair of sandals and a fine bronze circlet. I donned the circlet and before I knelt to tie up the thigh high gladiator sandals she said “the circlet has an enchantment on it, when evil is near, it will become cold. Be careful as it may glow and reveal your location”.

I had never thought I would own an enchanted item in my life “It’s enchanted!?” I examined it closer, the circlet radiated an unmistakable arcane aura “How can I ever repay you?”

“You’re most welcome to it little sissy-prince, of course you don’t owe me anything however if you want to show your gratitude later, you will have your chance”. She smiled a fiendish grin. “I see you were careful to keep your scalp dry, did you enjoy your bath?”

“Yes, I have never experienced this unique perfume before.”

“The bath contained a Potion of Feminization, it will make sure your skin is soft and your body hair is permanently removed. You will also benefit from increased fat deposits in the hips, thighs, and buttocks, resulting in a more rounded, feminine shape!”

“You didn’t tell me! How soon will these changes take place? Are these changes irreversible?”

“The hair loss and smooth skin is instant, the other changes might require you to drink another vial to begin their magic. The effects can be reversed using a Potion of Masculnization, if you seek one out. They are not difficult to acquire. However, I doubt you will ever need one. Once you have submitted to the Dark Elves your masculinity will be completely broken. You will find peace as a humbled male-wife to the sisterhood. We are going to shrink your useless shrimp-dick until it can’t disappoint a girl ever again. You are a small-dicked loser, any human woman would cheat on in a heart beat. You should always be soft and caged while dribbling precum uncontrollably; and displayed all day for the amusement of the Dark Elves. Now, show me your chastity cage”.

I lifted my chiton to look at my locked penis, the potion had already taken effect. My once snug chastity cage was half empty. My penis had reduced in size by half, the potion had shrunken it!

“See, the potion is already having the desired effect. Don’t worry about your shrinking penis. You were never a real man anyway. After another vial of Potion of Feminization, you will be ready for the flat cage and you will be able to dress the part of a true noble sissy-prince when you reach the City of the Dark Elves. You won’t have any use for little penis there after. After the next potion, your increased anal sensitivity will make you experience pleasure in a new way better than before. But don’t worry about all this for now…”

Hearing her words driving me into submission, the forced feminization was so arousing. I tried to hide it but my shrunken clitty was straining to get erect. I was so filled with shame, as precum oozed from the tip of the cage, I didn’t know what to say. Her eyes caught me awkwardly searching for words to protest against her. “You will get me a Potion of Masculnization. No. Two potions!” I said in the most commanding voice I could muster.

“Of course my dear femboy, I will have these ready for you should you decide to leave the City of the Dark Elves. However, I believe you’re much better suited for a life of service.” Her hand reached over to my bag and held it her body “Now sit back, its time to downsize your cage. She pulled the key from the bag and muttered an incantation into it. The cage started to tighten and grew smaller and smaller until it was half its previous size and it was snug against my shrunken penis again. She gestured at the key “I will be holding this for until we reach the City of the Dark Elves. You will have to trust that I know best for us to reach our destination without issues. Come join us for dinner.”

The large tent was filled with rows of tables, where groups of gnoll warrioresses sat eating bowls of hearty stew and drinking beers from tankards. Diminutive male gnolls shuffled about with flagons and serving trays in hand. Receiving the occasional slap on the rear or a grope from the rowdy patrons. The Ranger lead me into the hall to smaller table separate from the others where The Sisters set waiting before she sat at the main table with the important looking gnolls. The sisters fussed over my outfit and exposed hair while we ate. After we had our fill of meat stew and bread, the ranger returned with an announcement. “The chieftess has invited all of us to her tent, I will lead you there and she will join us later.”

The tent had many large pillows, it was easy to make yourself comfortable. Candles and carafes of wine had been laid out for us. When The Ranger left the Sisters and I to meet a new arrival I was again invited to sit on of the sister’s lap. She sat with a glass of wine in hand while they were talking, then the sister started holding my hips and grinding herself on me. The sister opposite pretended not to notice and continued drinking while subtly playing with her pussy. After a while, the sister behind me guided me forward onto my knees until my eyes became level with the sister opposite’s glistening wet pussy. She held the back of my head and pulled me forward, pushing her engorged clit into my mouth. Her pussy started rubbing and thrusting into my mouth. She pressed my head harder and harder into her until she reached a shuddering orgasm.

As her grip loosened, I noticed that we had been joined by three gnolls: the cheiftess and two guards. They stood looming over us stroking their big black pseudo-penises with both hands. The sister behind me pressed close and start stimulating my nipples and kissing my neck. My nipples felt so sensitive, I was paralyzed by the pleasure. My newly downsized little cage was leaking uncontrollably with precum. The Potion of Feminization had changed me. The cheiftess spoke in a polite purr “We wish to cum on your sissy face, would you grant our wish sissy-princess?” The sister behind me nibbled at my ear, while her fingers traced my tight chastity cage and sensitive boi-pussy. She urged me to “be a good slut, let them bukakke all over your pretty face”.