"I understand your reluctance, and you're of course welcome to your own beliefs. Slavery is commonly accepted in our society, but it is still a contentious issue in certain circles.
Elves in particular are sometimes seen as 'too human' to enslave by those with more compassion than sense. I can tell you're not convinced, and I won't even bother to argue the merits of our system to you. Just know that the law of our land dictates all wild demis must be killed or enslaved on sight and that's not going to change anytime soon."
"I should also warn you, I am a church official, sworn to protect all Untainted from corruption and keep the peace." The priest gestured to Chloe. "Now that I've seen her, I can't just let her go. It would be a failure of my duty to protect and a violation of my Oath."
The priest looked me in the eye, with a cold stare, an unspoken threat implying I was absolutely fucked if I tried to run away with Chloe now. Shit, there was no backing out of this now! I held her a little bit tighter, pulling her back against me possessively.
"Normally, a wild elf such as this, captured by a church official such as myself, would enter a public auction and be sold to the highest bidder. In your case, we can declare that you captured her. You would have the option of putting her up for auction, or registering her to yourselves as your personal slave. I presume you'd want to do the latter, yes?"
We nodded nervously.
"I'm afraid that's the best I can do for you," The priest bowed his head regretfully at Chloe, obviously expecting her to panic upon learning she was doomed to a lifetime of slavery.
Instead of panicking, she asked, "Can you register me to multiple masters?"
The priest blinked, a bit surprised by her completely unfazed response, "Um, yes, it can be done, for an additional fee. There would be only one primary master, though your masters can designate as many secondaries as they like. Secondaries have the same authority over the slave in most situations, except the primary has power of veto, with the final say on any decisions where one or more masters disagree."
"Oh… that works…. But who's going to be my primary Mistress or Master then?" Chloe looked around at us, a nervous smile on her face.
I wanted to say I should do it, since I'd been the one who had the crush on her before and still kinda liked her. Maybe I felt a little bit possessive. I wasn't sure that was a good enough reason, though. Maybe Lysander would be better? She was the logical one who would make the best decisions with her veto power…
"Tyler should obviously be primary," Lysander said, as if there wasn't any question.
"What? Why?" Maddie asked, slightly jealous.
"Tyler obviously desires to possess her.
Likewise, while Chloe desires to serve us all sexually, she has a much stronger emotional attachment to Tyler. I believe she would feel most secure with Tyler holding ultimate power over her," Lysander blurted out.
What? Really? I thought back to her behaviour before. Yeah, with how much she enjoyed kissing me, I supposed it was sort of obvious in hindsight that she liked me.
Chloe looked over her shoulder at me, blushed, and smiled warmly, "D-do you want to be my Primary owner, Miss Tyler?" she asked me nervously.
I blinked in surprise. I most definitely did. I thought I'd have to argue and coax the others into it.
"Yes, I'd like that," I said with a nod.
Chloe offered me a relieved smile, and cuddled back against my chest again. Clearly this meant a lot to her, and I wasn't completely sure I understood the relationship dynamics involved with whatever weird arrangement I'd just agreed to.
"Just don't hog her too much, Tyler," Maddie said. "We'll be mistresses too, she belongs to all of us, right? I definitely want a turn with her."
I looked at Chloe, who nodded at Maddie demurely, and then met my eyes to make sure it was okay with me too. Part of me wanted to keep her to myself, but that would be pretty hypocritical of me considering I was a wanton slut who'd just made out with literally everybody in our friend group and ate Lysander's pussy earlier today.
"Of course," I said. "She'll be ours to share."
"I suppose that's settled?" the priest asked, turning to Ash. "Are you sure you want to give your woman the reins? In my experience, women don't make the best slave owners. They're far too soft."
"Nah," Ash replied. "Tyler's a stone cold bitch, aren't you sweetheart?"
Sweetheart? I gave Ash a cold glare.
"See?" he replied.
"Right… well whatever. I'll warn you there will be a considerable fee for registering a slave, though I will defer that fee for now. Just know that once you have the means, I'll expect you to pay it. Now that that's decided, let's get you set up for the night. The temple rectory has a guest room you can borrow for now."
The priest called out to the guard who'd been sent to fetch him earlier. "Grab us some blankets from the barracks, would you? And a set of a manacles for the elf."
"Sir!" The guard bowed and jogged away.
"We'll get you some proper clothing at the church. The blankets should hopefully cover your modesty for now."
The guard didn't take long to return. The five of us humans were given scratchy brown woolen blankets to wear around our shoulders. Chloe was bound, hands in front, with a pair of heavy steel cuffs locked around her wrists, connected with a short chain.
I noticed there were only five blankets, "Does she get a blanket?" I asked, nodding to Chloe.
The priest looked at me with confusion for a moment, I realized he'd already stopped seeing Chloe as a person. "I… suppose we could grab another one for her too…" he said awkwardly, with a hint of reluctance.
"It's alright Mistress," Chloe said quietly, with a shy smile, "Modesty is for people, not slaves.
Walking through town, with my body naked and exposed should help us all get used to my new position."
"Right then," I said a bit uncomfortably.
"Guess we don't need another blanket."
"Shall we go then?" The priest asked.
He led us into the village.