Survival Shenanigans With Elf Mistress

Chapter 9 Elf Mommy

Ellara smiled sadly. "You heard me. You're my slave now, Akira. I'm sorry you have to go through this, but I would suggest you change your tone and act like one."

I chuckled and waved a dismissive hand. Even though the Elf was being polite, she was laying out the definition of 'bitches be crazy' in the process.

"That was good," I said, chortling. "You almost got me. Anyway, thanks for the save and healing, Elf mommy, but I'll pass on the slavery gig. Maybe I could have helped with quests, collecting mushrooms or berries or something, you know, sidekick style, but I'm not into chains or ownership bullshit, not even as roleplay."

"Hasta la vista!" I saluted Ellara mockingly and turned to leave, feeling a surge of independence that comes with ditching a toxic job on a Friday. The Elf simply watched me with pursed lips.

"Catch you later," I called out again, and then walked away. "If you want my help with a quest, just hang your used panties on a branch in this general area. I'll understand the signal."

Satisfied with a parting joke that would burn bridges, I stumbled into a jog—one step, then two. The forest path wound ahead invitingly, and I was ready for exploration with a heart full of adventure. It was Akira Morbing Time!

"Here I come—"

Guck! Gasp! Suddenly, I felt a tight constriction around my neck. It was like an invisible noose wrapped around and slowly narrowing the windpipe. "What—Uck!"

I snapped around to see Ellara walking towards me at a leisurely pace. Yet again, I couldn't recognize her. Her body was now taller, with comic book-like musculature. What was going on?

Ellara snapped her fingers. The invisible noose around me materialized out of thin air, turning into a thick black.

Clunk! It was as if the world's gravitational force had suddenly tripled. The ring fell heavy on my shoulders, weighing me down like a ton of bricks strapped to my throat.

My knees buckled, and I hit the dirt hard on all fours, gasping for breath. "What the fuck is this!" I wheezed. "Get this off me! Your fucking bitch!"

I clawed at the metal collar desperately, my fingers slipping on its smooth, cold surface, but it was pointless.

Ellara walked up to my gentled, humiliated figure slowly, with her ax slung over one shoulder like a casual accessory. She looked down at me with a mix of pity and authority.

"You are my slave now, human," she spoke in a voice huskier than usual. "The collar is a manifestation of the burden you carry."

"The rules are simple. You can't leave without my permission. You can't act against me. You have to follow all my commands."

"There is no way to escape, not even death. The forbidden magic will revive you as an undead, and you'll cease being human. The bond is permanent until I release you myself."

I raised my eyes to Ellara. What a gorgeous face. What a smoking hot body. Until that moment, the only feelings I reserved for her were lust and admiration. Now, she had pissed me off!

"I'll kill you…" I croaked, finding it hard to breathe.

The Elf knelt beside me, tilting my chin up with a finger. Man, she made me so hard regardless of the craziness, even though I despised her now. "You'll die too, since our lives are now intertwined through forbidden magic. Accept the fact that you're my slave."

I stared into Ellara's dark, dreamy eyes, my mind racing through panic, anger, and unwelcome horniness. "This is bullshit! Do you mean actual slavery? I'm not your goddamn dog or plaything! I refuse to be!"

"Tch tch, stop crying or I won't take off the collar," she said, pouting her mouth. "My innocent self was about to let you go, but I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let loose someone who voluntarily walked into my trap."

Ellara kept talking, mocking, and explaining how resistance was pointless. It was then that I put two and two together and realized darkly that the Elf had split-personality disorder.

As a gluttonous consumer of N*****x shows, yours truly had learned a bit of beginner's psychology. Split-personality disorder, or Dissociative Identity Disorder, is a mental condition due to which the patient develops distinct identities with unique personalities and behaviors.

In Ellara's case, the DID affects her body as well. When she is in her normal state (Ellara-light), her behavior is polite and innocent, like that of a teenage princess. Her body is slender and homely. Even the Elf magic she churns out is weak.

When she is in danger or gets emotional, Ellara-dark takes over. The Elf's body transforms into Wonder Woman musculature, and she gains Gandalf-level magic. That's how she could fight off an army of goblins.

Ellara-light saved my life while Ellara-dark snatched the opportunity to enslave me. "Why me? Couldn't you just let me die?" I demanded, still on my knees like a beggar at her feet. "What are you really?"

The gorgeous Elf sighed, patting my head. At that moment, the twin suns rose, spreading an ungrateful dawn on the continent of Arcadia. She rose and stood tall like a goddess, shouldering her gleaming ax.

"I'm Elara Voss, the last Medley Elf. I'm a cursed breed. They say traces of all four elf magics are retained in my body. Be it shadow, light, nature, or arcane. I am the chosen one, Akira the Survivor."

I clenched my jaw. "If you are so powerful, then why do you need a slave? Go do your evil thing and let me go hunt for berries and pussy."

Ellara moved her fingers, and the collar's weight doubled, flattening me on the ground. I bit the dust with a gasp that forced all air out of my lungs. "Don't be rude. I am unique and powerful, but I cannot sustain this form for long periods. When I am absent, the innocent ME is weak and vulnerable. A slave like you could be useful."

I spat dust and tried to raise my head. Ellara flexed and opened her hand. Sparks of colorful energies danced on her palm like marbles. Shadow tendrils, lightning sparks, green vines, and metallic dust came together as a magical ball. The brilliant spectacle shone briefly before fizzling out in a puff of smoke.

"Other races fear my power," Ellara went on. "The Medley Elf of every generation has been hunted to extinction. That means, I'm the only one there is. You're not the survivor, Akira, I am!"