Heroes Were Enslaved - Enslaving the Elves pt 2

A pair of elven scouts, seeing an unfamiliar color in the brush, come out and investigate noticing a petite framed woman lying seemingly unconscious in strange, tattered attire. One of them presses the tip of her bow against the woman when a dark skinned elf approaches. The two immediately jump back bringing out their weapons only to lower it when the elf before them raises a hand with her index and middle finger extended upward.

“Ho.” She states as the elves calm and step forward.

“Sorry, thought you were one of the beasts roaming around lately.” One elf says as another chimes in.

“Tch. Damn beasts have gotten ballsy as of late. Ever since the strange signs from the capital,”

“The capital is fine.” The dark elf states looking down at the girl. “Who's she?”

“No idea.” The first elf proclaims shrugging her shoulders. “We saw her lying here and came over to investigate but her clothing is so...strange.”

“It's definitely not from around here.” The dark elf states crouching down the investigate herself.

As she does, one of the elves notices a mark on the back of the dark elf's shoulder and leans in for a closer look gasping when she sees horns.

“She's of the demon king's army!”

The dark elf sighs. “Would've rather you take me back to your camp...but two will do.”

“What?” The first elf questions feeling a slight stabbing sensation in her hip from the dark elf who pulls out her blade and stabs the second moments before she can get her weapon up. They both fall as the dark elf sheathes her tiny blade and looks down kicking the woman gently in the ribs.

“Up, slave.”

The girl comes alive pushing herself up to her knees looking at the elves and then up at the standing dark elf.

“They're fine. Or they will be.” The dark elf whistles out and a small pack of goblins come out grabbing the two elves picking them up leaving the weapons behind as they hurry away. The elf looks down at the girl and gestures her to follow. “Let's go back to the camp, slave.”

“Y-” The girl begins looking at the bows and then rises up to her feet. “Yes, Master.”

The pair of elves are dropped onto the dirt in front of Layla who looks down at them and then to the pack of goblins snarling at her. From behind them, the priestess sees the dark elf place the girl into a small wooden cage before approaching the small tent set up for Layla herself.

“Heal these two.”

Layla stares for a bit at the two injured elves knowing what would happen to them if she didn't and sighs.

“Yes, Master.”

Layla crouches down over one elf and brings a hand over one of the wounds closing her eyes. A moment later, cum seems to drip out from her mouth and the wound begins to glow. The elf smirks when she sees this sliding a finger along Layla's chin to wipe her clean.

“Never ceases to impress just how much of a demon's whore you are.”

“Master is kind to point this out.” Layla answers back with a soft glare in her eyes. As with the others, she hadn't taken to life as a slave too well and wanted those in control of her now to know this. However, at the moment the dark elf had little interest in her slave's submissive state. Just so long as she followed the orders in keeping prisoners alive.

“How long has it been, slave?” Layla looks up on the question asked of her in slight confusion until realizing, her other hand touching along her stomach.

“I...I just took some, Master.”

“Take another.” The elf orders focusing down on Layla's stomach. “I want your child strong and ready to fight as quickly as possible.”

“Y-yes, Master.” Layla says looking over at the small viles of white liquid along the shelf. She steps away from the elves and pops one open pouring its contents down into her mouth swallowing it all trying not to groan over the taste of orc semen.

“Who is she?” The elf asks as Layla goes back to work on the unconscious prisoners. Looking up, the priestess sees her Master's attention diverted to the caged woman being poked and prodded by the goblins.

“I don't know, Master. Astrid, one of my com...former companions said she summoned her from another world. I doubt even she would know what's happened to her.”

“We'll see. Continue with your work, slave.”

“Yes, Master.”

Layla continues her healing as the elf approaches the small cage crouching down beside it as the goblins hurry away in separate directions. The elf taps a finger against the cage prompting the girl inside to look up from her cowered ball position.

“M...Master?”

“Tell me who you are, slave.” The elf orders as the girl slowly comes up to rest alongside her hip bracing herself up with her arms as she adjusts the glasses over her face. “What do those see?”

“What?” The girl asks a bit shocked.

“What realm do they present to you?” The elf demands to know as the girl continues deeper into her confused state.

“I don't...I...”

“Keeping secrets from your Master is a bad thing.”

“I-I'm not! Honest!” The girl protests. “They just help me see is all!”

“What?” The elf says gripping a bar along the side of the cage. “What are they showing you?”

“Nothing! Nothing, Master, they aren't showing me anything! Really!” The girl cries out as the elf comes up to her feet looking annoyed.

“If you didn't have your uses you'd be meeting your end right now.”

The girl gasps hearing this and comes to the front of her cage gripping the bars herself.

“No! I'm sorry, Master! Really, I'll do whatever you say!”

She begins to tear up as her Master comes back down reaching into the cage stroking her hair.

“I know you will. Especially since I know of a new use for you.”

The girl trembles a bit too afraid to really ask what that new task would be.

“What is it?” An elf asks approaching the girl lying face down in the forest. The elf is soon joined by another who crouches down to touch at the tattered uniform she wore. As she does, an arrow comes from the trees striking her in the chest. The first elf looks only to be taken by an arrow herself.

The dark elf exits the wood whistling out as goblins come to claim the elves and take them back per the norm. Approaching her slave, the dark elf taps her bow atop the girls head as she lifts it and looks up to her Master. Seeing the coast was clear, the girl gets to her feet groaning a little bringing her hands to her slightly extended stomach.

“Here.” The elf says giving the girl a small vile of white liquid. The girl pops the top off and without hesitation drinks it down. “I want your child coming out strong and ready to fight.”