Sex slave: Elfie

Elfie stood there, wide-eyed. Curious, like Satanella had promised something sweet and innocent. She never counted on the steel and silicone waiting on the counter. Smooth shafts. Grips made for control, not comfort. Satanella watched her reaction, smiling without explanation. One by one, the devices came out. Elfie tried not to flinch as cold metal kissed the inside of her thigh. Then the egg came. Warm. Wet. Heavy. Satanella pressed it between Elfie’s legs, pushed until her skin stretched around the shell. A sharp breath. A slow twist. Elfie cracked it open without lifting a finger. Yellow ran down her cunt in thick streaks. Satanella dipped a spatula in the mess and spread it slow across Elfie's belly, watching her shake. More came after. Paddles. Whisks. Clamps that clicked against nipples slick with yolk. No safe word. No pause. Just the quiet sound of tools sliding through broken shells and skin that gave in too easily.