So I Bought An Elf Princess Attempt #1

"First up in our glorious slave auction is this beauty captured from the far-off kingdom of the elves during times of war. Not only an elf, but also a princess! She's been traded from soldier to soldier until we were lucky enough to win her over a roll of the dice. Now going for fifty gold coins!" the auctioneer bellowed, trying to make himself heard over the din of the gathered crowds. Across the trading fields, there were several such auctions taking place. Most were there to oogle at the naked bodies of other races, captured during the constant wars that had engulfed the world. However, some were there for an actual reason.

Nez was one of these purposeful souls and raised his hand to prove it. The auctioneer pointed at him, "Fifty! Do I see sixty?" Another person raised their hand. "Sixty! Do I see seventy?" The auction proceeded in this fashion for some time, going back and forth between the crowd of customers, until Nez won with a bid of two hundred and ten gold coins. It was a hefty sum, probably more than she was worth given how soldiers treat captured royalty, but at least now Nez could cross off another item on his bucket list.

Once he got her into his buggy, Nez laid into her, "You better be worth it. Do you have any idea how many successful speculations I have to make to raise even a hundred gold coins?" The elf laughed. "Not only a slaver, but a speculator as well? What a scumbag you are, little man," she said, smirking. Nez narrowed his gaze. He had thought she would be well-trained after being a soldier's plaything, but obviously, he had his work cut out for him. In the narrow confine of the buggy, he couldn't really bring his arm back far enough to slap her very hard, but slap her he did.

"Ha! I've been hit harder by midgets. You're a weakling too, I can tell," the elf said. After what the soldiers did to her, she thought, she could take anything this weak little human could dish out. Nez resolved not to engage with her. She would learn respect, that much he knew. The average soldier might be stronger than him, but not smarter and certainly not more resourceful. In the civilian world, there were all sorts of instruments and tools to turn a haughty slave into a willing cumdump.

After a long trip back to the city from the trading fields, the buggy finally pulled up to Nez's mansion. The elf offered no resistance as Nez pulled her from the carriage, but she did take the opportunity to spit on the cobble leading to the mansion as soon as she got her footing. At that, Nez delivered a brutal backhand that sent her sprawling to the ground, but she didn't make a sound. Then, dragging her by her hair, which prompted a scream, he forced her face into the pool of spit she had just created. "Two hundred gold coins and this is what I get!?" he yelled, outraged.

The elf remained silent as Nez pulled her to her feet. "Now, let's go. And be quick about it! It's been a long day," he said. Without any further incident, she let herself be directed into the mansion. For all their faults, humans certainly knew how to build things, she thought. Even her castle hadn't been as luxurious, although this place certainly lacked the charm of her home. She would probably never see home again. She could put up with all the abuse in the world, but that simple fact would never cease to make her sad.

Deeper into the mansion and down a flight of stairs they went, until they finally reached what could only be described as a dungeon, complete with windowless walls and barred cells. None of them were occupied. Nez shoved the elf into the one closest to the entrance, retrieved a set of keys from a hook on the wall, and promptly locked the cell. "I hope you enjoy your stay here. We'll start training you tomorrow. I don't know what those soldiers did to you, but I'm sure I can top it," he said, smiling. "I doubt it," the elf retorted before turning her back to him and laying down on the cold floor. Part of her was just grateful for the opportunity to sleep in a quiet place.

The next morning, she was rudely awakened by the sound of a horn.