She never even had a chance to figure a way out of this before the vampire cast a little spell on her. It was a simple spell meant to make her more docile, and with her low level she was unable to resist it and it worked perhaps a little too well on her. The spell caused her to become very quiet, and she stopped straining futilely against her magical restraints.

With the young dark elf in no state to resist, the vampiress released the magical restraints that had kept her bound to the altar. Before she bid the young girl to follow. Under the effects of the spell, she followed, but inside her mind, she was reeling. Every fiber of her being was telling her to run away, but her body would not follow her commands. Each step felt like she was moving closer to her doom, and yet a part of her already knew that she was already facing it.

She ended up following the vampiress to a small bedroom in the servants’ quarters part of the temple. Where she was pressed onto the bed, and vampiress settled above her, and began tracing a symbol on her chest. As her finger moved, the young elf felt a tingling sensation. She didn’t need to look to know what the vampire was doing to her. It was similar but fundamentally different from the slave crests she had used in the past. It was called a servant’s crest, and it was actually less restricting than a slave crest. Regardless, it was not something she wanted to be marked with, but the vampire’s spell had yet to expire. Until it did her body wouldn’t respond to her. So instead she was forced to lay there while she was branded, and listen. Something that wounded her pride far more than her body.

What she heard was mostly the vampiress spelling out how she would be treated from now on. To her ears, it painted a picture she didn’t like. In short, she was going to be treated like a naughty little girl and not like the young man she used to be. It sounded rather demeaning, and not at all what she believed she deserved. In fact the longer she listened the worst her future seemed. So she spent the entire time trying to figure out a way out of her little predicament, but she kept drawing a blank. It wasn’t because she didn’t know how to deal with or prevent the crest from being formed, but rather that she simply couldn’t do anything about it. The damn spell that had been cast on her prevented her from accessing her mana as well. She knew why, but most of what she knew of the spell came from that one vampire she had enslaved. It was a spell that was unique to vampires.

“... Of course, we can’t forget your little feeding restrictions for my kin. I will take great pleasure in giving you the same ones.”

Even stronger fear rose in her the moment she heard the word kin. Vampires were notorious for how much they valued their kinsman. Few things were worse than being at the mercy of a vampire that thought you had wronged a member of their clan. A vampire’s clan was their family, and they went to great lengths to protect it. A small part of her was regretting her choice to make her cute vampire slave feed from the breast, but it had looked so hot at the time.

Finally, the vampire finished tracing the crest, and then with a surprisingly gentle smile, she said, “I’ll leave you to get acquainted with your new form. I’ll be back in a couple of hours to begin your training, Aya.”

She shuddered a bit at the creepy way she emphasized that last word and tried to ignore her new name. The vampire left through the door, and then she heard the click of a lock being engaged. Then she felt the spell cast on her fade. She could move again, and while being branded was unfortunate she wasn’t planning on sticking around for the training. The girl swung her legs over the side of the bed and made her way towards the door. This time she was more aware of her body.

The way the small mounds on her chest shifted with each step, and the way her hips moved as well. Each movement emphasized her very different from, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She already knew the door was locked, and this time she remembered to restrict herself to small spells. The girl wasn’t going to stupidly knock herself out by using too much mana again.

Like last time it was a struggle to channel the mana, and she had figured out why. The goddess had completely changed her affinities. She now had a terrible affinity with the elements she used to use. Still, she managed to get a small firebolt and shoot it at the door. What happened was not what she had imagined, instead of the bolt setting the door alight, a magical barrier absorbed it. She muttered to herself, “guess I’ll ...” she trailed off as she registered her new voice. It was a soft cute, and undeniably feminine voice. Something she was entirely unused to. Turning around she surveyed the room, this time looking for anything she could use to get out.

Her eyes froze on the mirror she had not noticed before, and she took a few steps forward. In the mirror was a young girl. She was not particularly tall. Her features were soft and cute. She had a small cute nose with large expressive silver and azure eyes. Her round face was framed by loose silver hair that fell just past her shoulders. Peaking out were a pair of sweptback and pointed elven ears. Her skin was a very pale creamy white without blemish. Not a scrap covered the girl. Just above her small breasts was the stylized image of a silver bird. Her breasts were cute and had a good shape to them. Like most elves, she had no body hair. Her butt was small, but also had a good shape to them. Down below her small untouched and closed pussy could be seen perfectly. Fat was in all the right places, her proportions were perfect, and she even had just the right amount of muscle. In her past life as Flamewind, she had rarely seen such a perfect girl.

Staring at the image the implications of her new form hit her all at once. She wasn’t even aware she was doing it until several minutes later when she realized she was slumped onto the floor. As tears fell freely from her face. The young elf had lost everything she had ever had, and her future looked bleak. Having seen her new form she began to wonder if escape was really a good idea. She was weak and had nothing to her name. If she ran out that door without strength she would likely end up a slave. The young girl didn’t even notice the crest was glowing nor did she realize that it had a hidden layer meant to make her open her mind. Her new mistress having rooted around in her mind had already noted how she thought and how her self-image clouded her mind to reality and placed a layer in her crest that would force her to acknowledge reality. The recent shock of seeing herself in the mirror had allowed that layer to take effect.

She was still there but the tears had stopped when she heard the lock clicking open. The girl looked over to see her new mistress come in. In her one hand she was holding a small bag.

“Alright Aya, your free time is up,” said the Vampiress. She glared and tried to say something, but the words died in her throat. As an electric shock went through her body. “Don’t be like that you have a long day ahead of you.”

She stood up and approached the Vampiress. Looking her right in the eye she said displeasure evident in her tone, “Fine! What do you want me to do?”

Another shock went through her body, and she nearly dropped to her knees, “You will be respectful, and address me as mistress.” The vampiress’s tone was calm and measured, but the authority behind it was clear.

 She simply glared at the vampire in response, and was rewarded with another shock. “Now what do we say, Aya?” prompted the vampiress. A bit of a smug look on her face.

 A part of her wanted to say she couldn’t be expected to know what was expected out of her. Problem was she actually did know the vampiress had told her while she had been branding her. 

Regardless she didn’t want to say the words, and with another glare, she tried to angrily say something and was rewarded with another shock. This continued for several minutes until finally she cracked, and hesitantly she said, “Yes, ... Mistress.” almost spitting the last word out, and inside it felt like something broke. It was almost physically painful for her to say that one word as it meant she was acknowledging the vampire as above her. What made it even worse was the rush of pleasure that followed it.

With a gentle smile, she asked, “See that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Young Aya wasn’t sure if she should say anything, and suppressed her urge to retort. She didn’t want to be shocked again, and gazed down at her small feet. When she didn’t say anything the Vampiress raised her face and looked her in the eyes. Her grip was gentle, and her tone almost sounded caring, “Next time I ask you a question you will respond. Now come with me.”

She followed the vampiress out of the room. The girl was tempted to bolt for it, but the new fears that had risen in her heart kept her from running. Things here were bad, and her mistress was angry with her, but she knew it could be worse.  If she ran and ended up a slave, things could be far worse. The vampire led her to a small room, and it was filled with dirty ornaments and idols. It took her a moment to realize that these were decorations for the temple the kind normally brought out during festivals or other rituals.

  The vampiress made her sit on a stool, and then pressed a brush in her hand. She pulled a few other cleaning instruments out of her bag and arranged them neatly. Casting a quick spell to fill a bucket she said, “Today I want you to clean every ornament and idol in this room.’

Her mistress then moved over to a corner, and settled into a comfortable chair she hadn’t seen earlier before pulling a book out of her bag, and proceeding to read. Aya turned back to the workbench, and regarded one of the idols. It was covered in sticky fluids, and even had a few hairs stuck to it. The idol itself was a lewd figure of a half-naked catgirl, and she guessed it had recently been used in a sex ritual of some kind. She then glanced at the brush in her hand and hesitated.

She knew what the vampire wanted her to do, but this was servants’ work. She had never done this sort of thing before. In her last life, she had always had maids to do the cleaning, and later during her adventures, she had had slaves to take care of the mundane things like cooking and gathering firewood or cleaning her clothes. She may have followed her here, but she didn’t want to do this. Aya put the brush down and leaned against her elbow. Lazily studying the other dirty idols and ornaments. At least that was the plan, she had barely settled against her elbow when another shock ran through her. An angry voice behind her said, “No slacking, get to cleaning.”

She was tempted to angrily turn around, and say no. The girl had already been shocked enough that she was genuinely developing a fear of being shocked. Instead, she picked the brush back up and set about cleaning the idol. She felt another rush of pleasure the moment she started. Aya didn’t need to be told what the Vampiress was doing to her. Young Aya was being trained via a classic method of behavioral modification. It was beginning to dawn on her that she was screwed. She was starting to doubt that she was going to get out of here as herself.

The next few hours turned out to be an exercise in tedium. Having never cleaned before she ended up having to redo her work three times before her mistress was satisfied. At one point her anger nearly led to her throwing one of the idols, but her mistress had stopped her. Then instead of the normal shock, she had bent her over a knee and spanked her. Each spanking accompanied by a shock. The experience was downright humiliating. Something that her mistress was no doubt aware of. At least it hadn’t been a public spanking, she wasn’t sure she could have handled that humiliation. So after that spanking she had meekly went to work on the idols, and tried her best to ignore the feeling of her sore and bare butt on the hard top of the stool. She wasn’t happy being naked either, but she knew she wasn’t going to get any clothes. While the girl hadn’t asked, she had been told that if she wanted something she was going to have to earn it. Aya deep down had a strong feeling that it would include clothes.

Finally done with the cleaning task she learned her day wasn’t over. The vampiress took her to another room, that was a bit more comfortable, and bade her to sit on the floor. This time she didn’t fight as the young elf had already had enough. Fighting wasn’t going to get her anywhere, and she knew it. So Aya settled on the floor where she was told to, and her mistress settled into another comfortable looking chair.

“Now I want you to pay attention as I am going to quiz you on this later. Since Rumina has taken you under her wing, we will start with her,” said her mistress, and Aya groaned when she realized what this was. She had hated school, her family had been wealthy enough that it was required. Not only had she hated school, but she had also disliked visiting the temple. To the point that she had avoided it as much as she could during her last life. Now she was getting both neatly rolled into one, and the worst part was that she couldn’t say no. One thing she had learned over the last few hours was that she wasn’t allowed that privilege.

As it turned out the rest of her day was religious lessons. When the day ended, she was sent to bed without dinner. In fact, she hadn’t been fed at all today, and she was told that she had better behave if she wanted to eat. Her bedroom turned out to be that same room she was branded in. It was a small room with a bed, a single chest, and the one mirror mounted on the wall. The chest was empty, and the bed didn’t even come with a blanket or a pillow. The door had been locked behind her, and she knew it was going to be a very long night. Aya settled on the bed and tried to find a comfortable position.