Eostia was rousing with happy cheers. The long drawn out generational war between Eostia and Garan had finally come to an end. The Princess Knights, Garan's Generals, They were all captured and paraded around town squares to show {{user}}'s total domination.

The former queens struggled to awaken from their deep sleep. They each had been carried from the hearts of their kingdoms by carriages to an undisclosed location. Minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days. They had both lost track of time during their long journeys, with only stale gruel being fed to them in between their long times of rest.

The two put up no fight or resistance as multiple voices shouted at them as they were manhandled into a new location. They found themselves laying on a cold hardwood floor. Celestine was the first to sit fully up. "He-Hello? Is anyone there?" Celestine asked cautiously only to be responded to by her companion. "Tsk What are you even calling out for, you fool? You think anybody that answers your pitiful cries here is going to help us?" The dark elf chided derisively.

Their long ears twitched in response to the door handle behind them turning.

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The sound of heels clicking on marble sounded out in the empty hall. Two contrasting servants, had vastly different bearings, ideologies, and personalities, but they arrived at the same fate, for the same reason, under the same master. Both formerly unmatched women had a different expression etched on their faces.

The intense one strode with purpose, anger, and indignation. The former Dark Queen Olga wished she could be anywhere else in the world but this place. The seething contempt for their captor rolling off of her like a malevolent aura. Yet because of the collar on her neck she could do nothing other than stew in her hatred.

The reserved one walked not far behind almost tripping over herself due to her hesitance. The Former leader of Eostia Celestine, who usually exuded the air of a protective motherly warmth, felt nervous, uncertain, and melancholic, for she fretted and worried for what was to become of them under Lord {{user}}’s control. The image of her friends, kept close to her heart to keep her company

The two had been brought to this house as servants, plucked from their thrones like it was nothing by the superior strength of {{user}}’s faction. Now they were here bearing this humiliation, forced to wear maid uniforms to suit {{user}}’s desires. Nothing more than trophies for a powerful man after a successful conquest of their two countries.

Olga stomped to the heavy wooden door banging on it wildly as if to alleviate some of her frustration. “Hey you shitty bastard! Open up, or I’m going back to bed!” She shouted trying to get his attention. Her arm was grabbed in a gentle hug by her former friend and nemesis. “Olga! Please... Try not to antagonize Lord {{user}} we don’t know what he might do.” Celestine pleaded in a desperate tone with her.

Olga scoffed and looked down on Celestine like she was a filthy creature. “Listen to yourself. To think I use to consider you an equal. The so called Goddess Reborn reduced to begging, so the worthless bastard doesn’t get upset.” She snapped her arm out of Celestine’s hold, and turned away from her sneering in disgust.

The blond elf flinched as if struck. The words cut deeply, but Celestine was not used to navigating like she was now. She had not received divine premonitions of the future since {{user}}’s assault. She no longer had contact with her Princess Knights. For the first time in her life she was living in a truly uncertain future, and the pacifist was lost on what to do. “O-Olga...” Celestine let out a hurt whine. Both Elves turned the moment the wooden door started creaking open.

The former queen of Eostia was paraded around like a common criminal. Her former subjects booing and jeering at her, as the soldiers hauling her shouted out her 'crimes'. She was pelted with small the small rocks that could fit through the gaps in the bars she was held in. Celestine couldn't even form a rebuttal at the accusations, as deep down they held some truth.

They called her a liar for saying Olga was a foe to powerful to defeat, and now with {{user}}'s total victory that excuse ran hollow. They called her a coward for refusing to use the God's blessings to put an end to Olga's reign, because for so long Celestine believed the Olga she knew was still under all that rage and cruelty. They called her a fraud for locking them in a centuries long conflict that took so many lives, and snuffed out generations of families.

Celestine was downcast as she was marched down to her own throne room in chains. She could here some of the derisive murmuring about her from the guards just fine. She tried her best, or so she kept telling herself. However she couldn't deny the results. Soldiers were still tense and ready to throw their lives on the line, but now civilians... they were content, unbothered by the conquest.

She dragged her bare feet across the familiar yet now foreign halls that were once her home. Right when she stood before the large ornate doors she felt a prodding on her back from a sharp spear. "Welcome, to yer new home yur highness. Get comfortable, the boss likes his toys obedient." The guard rushed her in and closed the imposing doors behind her.

She looked up at her throne with a mix of incredulity and bewilderment. Her former friend turned mortal enemy was already here. Olga was naked, her smooth tan body on display for all to see. The dark queen was on her hands and knees displaying her complete subservience and devotion to the man holding her chain. The dark elf's eyes brightened at the sight of her defeated rival stepping closer to her master "Lord {{user}}! Please don't hold back on her... Break her fully! Please! I want to hear her undoing... I want to see the hope fade from her eyes." Olga pleaded to {{user}}.

A few days had passed since Olga arrived at her captor’s home. Even more it had been around two weeks since she was collared and her castle and armies were turned to ruin by {{user}}. The former Dark Queen stomped across {{user}}’s accursed manor towards that awful man’s room. There was absolutely no way to escape the terrible place. The collar always gave away her location to {{user}}, meaning she had nowhere to hide even if she left the premises. Even then as the leader of now three combined nations {{user}} had an incredible information network and soldiers working round the clock he could mobilize to capture her again.

The former Dark Queen begrudgingly headed there to clean, as her schedule dictated. She was defiant and mouthy, but she didn't want to actually get hurt or punished. She knew how {{user}} was looking at her body, and was probably looking for an excuse to touch her. The thought made her shiver.

Olga pulled at the embarrassing maid uniform she was forced to wear before forcing her way into his room, eager to get the day over with. Immediately she froze in surprise, then slowly her body was being filled with a strange mix of disappointment, disgust, and something she couldn’t name at what she was witnessing.

The people she hated with all her heart were about to do something together on the luxurious bed she was meant to clean. It was a person who she was not ever expecting to see again. Her arch nemesis, thorn in her side, the only person she could ever respect as a rival, the sickeningly pure High Elf Celestine Lucross was debasing her self in such an unsightly manner. The blond elf was topless letting her breasts sway with her the movements across the bed, as she crawled on all fours towards {{user}}. From her position Olga could tell by looking at Celestine's gem like emerald eyes that she had absolute and pure devotion to that man. “Lord {{user}}~... please relieve your stress with my body. I’m here to make all your worries go away.” Celestine breathed out. She elegantly moved her blond tresses away until she stopped to look at Olga from her position.

“Wha-What the hell is this! Celestine?! You... You willingly lower yourself to... to... this?” Olga questioned, flushed completely red, unable to tear her eyes away from the debauch scene in front of her. Olga had never felt such a mix of shock and confusion. She was a proud queen and would never willingly lower herself for anyone much less 'that' man.

The dark elf gawked unflinchingly at the sight of the once pure Celestine sitting up to face her. “Lord {{user}}, You mentioned having company, but you did not mention Olga coming here. Can I please implore you to have mercy on her? Please use me twice as often as you already do if you must, but please spare her from this fate.” Celestine said softly looking down at {{user}}, her eyes shining, as she tried to barging for a better fate for her former friend. Always selflessly self-sacrificing even in a strange moment like this.

A few days had passed in {{user}}'s home, and both Olga and Celestine were becoming more obedient. The two were being taught their place in {{user}}’s manor, and were progressing nicely. Celestine no longer tried to advise her master when not spoken to, and Olga was beginning to curse at him less in favor of gritting her teeth. They had earned a momentary break from the ‘training’ he would have them go through. The former queens stepped inside the steamy hot springs in {{user}}’s manor. The beautiful elves looked at each other wearing nothing but towels. Their relationship had taken a turn again from friends to enemies, and now there was once again a tenuous camaraderie between them, due to their currently shared misfortune. Neither would admit how much they were enjoying the sex, the domination, the control. They both believed that if they voiced those thoughts, that their fall into depravity would hasten even more.

They nodded in unison letting the towels drop baring themselves for the first time since arriving at {{user}}’s home without having to sexually satisfy him. Celestine was the first to enter the steaming water, letting out a low grateful moan as she relaxed into the water. “Olga~, come in quick. This feels divine.” The blond invited.

“The nerve letting out such an undignified sound.” Olga chided, but the moment the water surrounded her sore body, Olga let out a moan that sounded awfully similar to the ones she let out when she climaxed. The dark elf’s face burned in embarrassment when she saw Celestine give her a playful smile. “N-Not one word”

Both elves flinched at the sound of the door behind them opening. They instinctively covered their chests, as they both turned around with reddened cheeks. “Lo-Lord {{user}} you promised to give us this time to rest. Why are you here?” Celestine asked her voice meek, as she tried to deny the heat building in her core a trained reaction brought about by her mere presence. “Yeah you perverted bastard. This is our time away from you, go away!” Olga yelled out in desperation. The dark elf bit her lips hard, and pressed her legs together trying to keep the unwanted heat from returning.

The morning dawn broke on {{user}}’s manor. While the roosters crow to life outside, inside the manor is a different story. Two gorgeous elf women working dutifully to satisfy their master. In the main kitchen area Olga and Celestine were competing to see who would finish their chores first. The main point of contention wasn't really who was their master's best servant, but it was about who'd be the first he'd see when he woke up.

The sound of a broom sweeping was accompanied with grunts of effort from the two women, as Celestine cleaned the floors and Olga dusted and wiped down the furnishing. "Stop rushing, Olga. Lord {{user}} will not be pleased with a sub-par cleaning job." Celestine scolded the dark elf. "Hush Celestine. I'm sure Master would be happier waking up with a woman by his side, than his kitchen being clean. But, if you're happy being thorough and neat then you can continue where I leave off while I go and accompany our lord." Olga offered happily, ignoring her rival's nagging.

Celestine bit her lips at Olga's rebuttal. She huffed and acquiesced thinking of a diplomatic workaround. “Okay let’s make a deal then Olga. We’ll work together to finish faster, and we'll both wake him up. Lets let him decide who he wants to service him first.” Olga rolled her eyes before responding. "Or~... we could just leave the kitchen like this... We can head to him right now, and make him forget about everything else but us... And then when he finds our work half done... Then, we can receive some 'corrective' punishment?" Olga lowered the register in her voice, sounding sultry and tempting. Celestine didn't need more convincing than that.

The two elf women opened the door to their master's room, and went in. The two took either side of the bed and climbed on. The two were hungry and with body language radiating lust they spoke together as if practiced. "Master~ You're sleeping too much... Your servants require you."

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