Elrianthe left the carriage in the company of her kidnappers. Her fate rested in the hands of yet another occupant. Once again she was at the mercy of the bandits. She hated it. She had been shuffled from hand to hand, never, ever, truly free, and it was getting annoying.


    Her irritated face seemed to express thoughts: “When will this end?”


    The kidnappers led her to their boss, Chris, who at the moment was eye-wrestling with Captain SoftCloud. Oswell and his remaining cavalrymen shielded the enraged nobleman.


    The area where they were attacked was a textbook example of the perfect place for an ambush: a tight, uneven road, little room for cavalrymen, no detours. Rocks, hills, dense thickets - all these created perfect conditions for hiding and getting close to the carriages.


    ''Shouldn''t they follow the main routes to the next town?'' wondered Elrianthe, carefully observing her surroundings.


    “Oh?” responded Chris, noticing the elf. “Nice plaything. It must have cost a lot, right? Sigi?”


    Marquis exploded with anger. “How dare you call me that!”


    “Haha! Don''t be like that. We''re friends, right?” laughed Chris.


    “You filthy thug! I''ll ensure that your head hangs on the walls of my hometown!” threatened the marquis, trembling with rage.


    A man from the band of kidnappers stepped out of the carriage, holding a tube with a contract in his hand, and handed it to Chris.


    “Where does this aggression come from, Sigi? I''m just making sure everyone follows the same rules. Your new girlfriend is subject to a tax of 15-” Chris paused for a moment to look at Elrianthe again, ”-actually 25%, because she qualifies as a luxury good. Such elves are rare,” he sneered.


    “Damn thieves! You have no right to demand such a thing!” cried the marquis, red with anger.


    “Three days,” replied Chris briefly, then left.


    The black bag was thrown over Elrianthe''s head, and she, dragged by the hands, was escorted into the depths of the forest, where the transport was waiting.


    Sometime later...


    When the sack was removed, she found herself in an empty room that resembled an isolation room. There were no windows or openings in the walls or floor. A single door at which sat a fat guy, designated as a guard. His beleaguered stare disgusted her.


    ''I''m back to where I started again,'' she thought.


    Three days. After how long had she endured in the dungeons of the Crow Forest ruins? It didn''t seem like much. However, the very thought of being locked inside four walls again made her anxious. She decided that she would not wait patiently until they let her out on her own. Just how to do it?


    [ New task ]


    [ Free yourself from the influence of the magic-blocking item ]


    [ Reward: 5,000 free XP ]


    The task message caught her attention. But why hadn''t she received a task before? She wondered if the system itself chooses the moment to grant one, or if she can trigger its reaction herself. Previously, she had received them every now and then.


    ''Do I really have to risk my life to get your support? Maybe I have to take the first step for the system to think it will be worth rewarding my actions?” she tried to understand the rules of task formation.


    Elrianthe sat on the ground, leaning against the wall. From time to time she glanced at the fat man at the entrance, who did not take his eyes off her. The way he looked at her was driving her crazy. In his imagination, he had probably already undressed her and raped her several times. The damned filth. If she could use her powers now, she would destroy his psyche, bombarding him with the worst nightmares he could imagine.


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    The door opened wide, and Chris walked in. Elrianthe couldn''t use her skills to check his stats, but by his attitude, it seemed he was strong and confident in his abilities.


    Now she could get a better look at him. His brown eyes matched his medium-length dark brown hair, styled back like that of some nouveau riche arselicker. His clothes were clean and stylish, but already bore signs of wear and tear. He must have made a good living from kidnapping. And he was good at it. Maybe something could be learned from him.


    “You can leave for an hour,” he said to the fat man, who got up and left. Chris closed the door behind him.


    “What is this kidnapping for? I doubt it''s just for money. What do you want from me?” asked a nervous Elrianthe.


    Chris raised his eyebrows, surprised. He had not expected such a question. “Beautiful and bright, huh? Someone wants to talk to you,” he replied.


    “Really? I''m not in the mood to talk,” she threw back arrogantly.


    “That''s okay. I''ll fix it for you right away. We still have a few hours before she arrives from Pershore,” Chris replied carelessly, walking up to her.


    “From Pershore?” Elrianthe suspected who it might have been.


    And she didn''t like it.


    But why? What else might she want?


    “Don''t bother with that. You''ll find out everything soon enough.” Chris stood in front of her, smiling.


    “And what do you want now?” Even without being able to read his mind, she knew perfectly well what was on his mind.


    “You see, normally I only take money, but I wouldn''t be myself if I let the fun pass with a pretty girl like you. I think I''ll add a bonus to the Marquis'' bill in the form of a test drive. The old man often throws money around, buying toys blindly without even knowing if his new model drives well. That''s why I''ll test-drive you. Just out of care for him, obviously,” whispered Chris, leaning toward her.


    A suspicious smile dawned on Elrianthe''s face. “I don''t recommend it. The last guy who tried to take me by force ended up with his balls ripped open. Not even to mention that he died a few days later,” she praised.


    Chris laughed ominously. “Perfect! I absolutely adore you! I like sharp ladies, you know? Risk is also part of the fun,” he said and started kissing her.


    Elrianthe turned her face to the side. She had no intention of kissing a strange man who was picking on her without her consent. In addition, she smelled the scent of alcohol from him. He wasn''t drunk, but the alcohol definitely motivated him to act.


    Chris wasn''t too concerned about her rejection and proceeded to kiss her cheeks, then her neck, going lower and lower as time went on.


    He slid the thick straps of her white dress off her shoulders, freeing her luscious breasts as if he were unwrapping a birthday present. Delighted by the view, he grabbed her left breast and began to play with it. It was huge, unable to fit in one hand.


    “So smooth and firm, despite their size... It''s as if they weren''t real,” commented an amazed Chris, before he began kissing them, licking and sucking the nipples.


    Elrianthe''s breasts had become his favorite part of her body, and he dreamed of sinking into them for the rest of the day. However, there was one more place waiting for him to sink into.


    Starting at her knee, he kissed her thighs, moving closer to her crotch. It was hard for Elrianthe to admit that his sensitivities were beginning to affect her. Mainly because she was reminded of the evening with Gaz.


    That''s when Chris started getting into her panties. He was not prepared for what he found there.


    The horror on his face was hard to describe in words. He jumped away from Elrianthe as if burned. “W-what the hell is t-this thing the f-fuck?!”


    Elrianthe was also surprised by this sight but decided to use it to her advantage. “What, you don''t like it?” she asked, wobbling her hips from side to side.


    “No! My g-god! It''s bigger than mine! W-why is it h-hard?! You''re sick!” Chris cried out, stepping even further away from Elrianthe.


    A 22-centimeter-long cock stood between her legs, swinging from side to side as she moved. Identical to Gaz''s, but bigger.


    For some reason, the illusion of his penis she had played with after the bathhouse encounter remained active, as did the camouflage on the ring, so she decided to pretend it was real. Chris did not like this.


    “Are you a dude? Fuck! How is that possible? Couldn''t you have told me earlier instead of threatening to tear my bag? Does this fucker know that?” mumbled Chris.


    “I''m half a guy, okay? It''s your fault for starting to get to me.”


    “Holy shit, what a sick thing,” Chris said under his breath, walking up to the door.


    "Oi, wait! Where are you going? I thought you liked risks and rough ladies?” she exclaimed.


    “Holy fuck, I almost fucked a guy with tits... I''m not gay, I''m not gay, I''m not gay,” he mumbled under his breath stupefied.


    “At least help me get dressed!” shouted Elrianthe, but Chris was no longer around.