Heroes Were Enslaved - Alicia

The conflict was over before anyone knew what was going on. Swords were barely drawn before they were thrown to the ground in surrender out of fear of annihilation and the princess, who once sat proudly upon her throne, was pushed nude to her knees before it and forced to watch as the orchish chieftain took his new found place upon it. From the corridors, Alicia could hear the screams of her maids being both taken and ravaged.

“How does it feel, Princess?” The chieftain begins attracting Alicia's attention toward him.

“How did you manage through our defenses?” Alicia retorts causing the chieftain to snort out.

“Via one of your own. It was her idea to create the diversion in the caverns, her knowledge of your...protocol over such incidents. It did not take much to bend the knees of the Priestesses you sent to,” He snorts again only this time in disdain. “Purify the area. From there it was only a matter of opening your own front door.”

“The caverns were sealed!” Alicia exclaims. “How could you have even gotten the first creature in so easily? Blob or not it should have been impossi--!”

Alicia jumps when the chieftain rolls out a severed head down toward her. Falling to her backside, the head of the former Queen rolls to a stop in between her legs, the last horrific expression still freshly etched upon the elderly woman's face.

“M-mother!” Alicia cries out as the orc just snorts out once more.

“A few days torture was enough to find out all we needed to know. Of course, we still needed the means of quickly opening the door.” The chieftain gloats out as Alicia picks up the head of her mother visibly shaken. “That's where my slave on the inside came in.”

“You...” Alicia begins as she glares up at the orc.

“And now, slave, you will show obedience to your place as she has done.”

“I will do no such thing, foul creature.” Alicia spits out.

The orc rises from his newly claimed throne and approaches her gripping a thick hand over her throat pressing a crooked thumb against her jawline.

“A flick and I could pop your head clean off, slave, or at the very least snap your neck to make yourself more limber up there.” He states with a smirk, the drool from between his rotten teeth smacking down in thick droplets against the Princesses well maintained alabaster skin. “What sort of end would that be for you? A rag doll sex toy. Your kingdom will still fall, your knights will still become my slaves, your death will become meaningless.”

Despite not wanting to picture it that way...he was right. Alicia held no power in this fight and so lowered her arms and her gaze from the orc who took both actions as a sign of her submission and released the hold he had of her neck letting her drop back to her knees. As Alicia focused down on her mothers head, stroking a hand over the hair and letting out a few tears of sorrow, she could hear the sounds of a belt buckle up close. Looking up, she saw the chieftain gently stroking out his cock still wearing that same sinister smirk he was giving her moments earlier.

“Show your obedience,” He commands again. “Stick the head on its pole and suck to the lips.”

At first, Alicia wasn't certain what was meant by that as she looks down into her mothers face. The tongue stuck out, eyes rolled back, mouth stretched wide as though she were screaming her final moments. What had been done to her to force such a horrific visage permanently upon her? Alicia didn't want to know nor did she have the time to figure it out as she heard the orc reach out. She quickly reacted to avoid punishment sticking the neckhole of her mothers head over the orcs tip and began to push down. The chieftain grunted feeling the tightness round his member as soon the head of his cock protruded out through the Queen's mouth. Alicia attempted not to look at the sight of it as she continued pushing feeding out inch after inch of the orcs growing pride until the neck touched the base of the balls.

“Good, slave.” The orc rewarded resting a hand at the back of Alicia's head. “Now suck to the lips. Show me your obedience.”

Her attention diverted away, Alicia licks her lips and slowly turned toward her captor eyeing up at him and then down to the bloody shaft presented to her. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue knowing if she went slowly the taste would be far more foul than she could stand. Therefore, in on swift movement, she devours up the entirety of the orcs head into her mouth prompting the chieftain to groan out in pleasure prior to looking down at the kneeling Princess.

“Arms behind your back, slave, and continue.”

Alicia obeyed the command putting both arms in behind her as she stares head at the lifeless eyes of her mother stationed before her. Closing her own and feeling more tears come out, Alicia proceeds to go down taking it more and more until she began to choke out. The orc responded to this gripping her hair and pulling her back letting her gag and cough.

“Slowly.” He snarls as the Princess, knowing to keep her arms still behind her, nods. “Savor the moment of your submission.”

He dropped her back down to her knees and, after a short moment, she resumed but at a slower pace drawing herself back and forth along the orcs cock. The chieftain continued to groan applying more pressure at the back of her head gripping tighter to her now mangled hair forcing her to take in more than she had before. Soon, her mouth was completely full and the tip of his member tickled at the back of her throat. She was going to vomit, she knew that outcome was on its way. But she was only another inch from her mothers lips and knew she had to obey or be sent forward once more. Therefore, in one final gasp, she lurches forward pressing the tip to the back of her throat pressing harshly as her lips meet the Queens. It all became too much and she pulled herself away gagging, coughing, and indeed throwing up on the throneroom floor feeling a light spray upon her back, neck, and head.

Keeping to her hands and knees, Alicia stares down into her puddle of puke shivering under the warm feeling of not only the cum across her body but a steady stream of urine hitting across her head and back. She just remained down on all fours thankful she wasn't ordered to look up as the liquid began dripping off her hair to small puddles along the floor. When it was all over, the chieftain makes one final grunt and drops the severed head into the mixture of vomit and urine before returning back to the throne.

“Dispose of that off the balcony.” He commanded of his slave.

Alicia grips the head and comes to her knees first. This was how she was going to say good bye to her mother. She didn't want it to be so crude but she had little choice. She came up to her feet and began making her way to the balcony noticing smoke pillars and hearing the sounds of screams from the streets below. She stopped at the balconies railing and looked down seeing lines of captured civilians being processed for transport to who knows where. Ogres sitting with their backs crashed into walls devouring the dead. Houses still being sacked with inhabitants dragged out. Makeshift slave auctions being held along nearly every street corner. The capital was a complete disaster, there was no coming back from this.

Though, through all, nothing took Alicia's attention more than the sight of her own knights all bound up and gagged being loaded into a cage on wheels. From the line, Alicia spots Celina. Her armor was broken, there were several cuts along her body but nothing stopped the beasts from binding her and stuffing a crude bit fashioned from a thick branch and rope into her mouth. How long had she bravely fought on before being forced to surrender? The two continue to look to one another, perhaps for the last time, despite the distance until a goblin shoves her forward into the cage. The line continues with a few more enslaved knights being loaded up before a cage door is propped up. The wagon, being pulled by a series of slaves as well, is then sent outside of the capital as another is loaded. One of those cart slaves draws Alicia's attention. There was still scraps of clothing on the woman not familiar to her. A visitor perhaps? It didn't seem to matter anymore since, like the others, her fate was now sealed as she took the crack of a whip and proceeded to pull like the others.

With the wagon out of sight, Alicia looked back to the capital and felt something she hadn't expected in such a situation. She felt a weight brought away from her shoulders and found herself smiling a little. There was nothing left to fight for, nothing left to defend. What reasoning did she not have to break and accept her role? She raised her mothers head up high turning it to see the capital the Queen once ruled, and spoke.

“Do you see it, mother? Do you see the handiwork of my glorious master?”

There was still a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she moved her hands away letting the head fall from the balcony not even watching as it lands, cracking along the concrete and proceeded to roll, bounce, and become hidden somewhere within the courtyard. Alicia turned away only to find her Master standing at the balcony entrance. She smiles back and delivers something of a curtsy, despite still remaining unclothed.

“This is the beginning, slave.” He says approaching the former Princess as both turn to look out over the sea of carnage but mostly to the realm beyond. “This city is my foothold. You will present all beyond the walls to me.”

“I will not be by Master's side?” Alicia asks feeling more comfortable with the situation now as she looked up to the chieftain watching as he shook his head.

“You belong to me now and forever. When your body expires I will use my necromancers to reanimate your corpse and have it continue to serve me while my enchanters will absorb your soul and embue my war ax with it.”

Alicia swallows only now realizing just how far down the totem she's fallen. But with nothing else, she prepped herself for the acceptance of it.

“You will answer to another, a trusted general in this campaign.”

Alicia could hear footsteps coming in from the throne room. Turning back, she watched and waited for the individual to approach as the chieftain turned doing the same. Contessa arrives, pulling the bloodied orc helm from her head. There was a glazed look in her eye and drool hanging out the corner of her mouth as the device stuck to her crotch pushed out juices that oozed down her inner thighs.

“The capital is yours, Master.” She explains and then looked to Alicia. “And the Princess as well, it seems.”

Speechless, Alicia can barely contain her surprise on this betrayal before feeling something stuck around her neck. A leather binding, a collar, from it was a short length of rope she watched being handed off to the elf before them.

“Do not step in my sight until the next capital has fallen.” He commanded as Contessa nods, taking a long lick of her lips.

“Yes, Master.” The elf then looked to Alicia giving the rope a tug bringing her forward. Putting the metallic orcish face helmet back on, Contessa stepped out from the throne room walking Alicia along behind her.