Heroes Were Enslaved - Enslaving the Elves pt1

“It's too big!”

“Get it out of me!”

“It's going to push out of my stomach!”

“SHUT UP!!!”

The ogres roar as they rush through the forest ripping up trees and hurtling them toward outpost towers knocking them down in a single impact. Elves along the ground have their bows out but are hesitant to fire when they notice the ogres' armor made up of the former knights, stripped of their armor and chained at the front of the massive beasts torsos. As if that weren't enough, to hold them in place, the ogres have also stuck their erect cocks deep inside the knights with their stomachs showing the signs as to just how deep inside they really were. With the use of this “armor”, the ogres manage to take control of an entire elven camp with various other beasts moving in to shackle up the surrendering warriors dragging them off.

Just like that, another camp is taken as the ogres drop down to rest causing the knights to scream out loud. At least those that haven't already passed out from the pain do anyway. Celina is among the woken shouting out bloody curses at the ogre wearing her as he rubs the back of his aching neck. It isn't long until there comes the sound of a thick crack nearby followed by a surprise noise. The ogres all turn as one jumps up holding a broken tree and pointing out excitedly to his girl armor as a twin stream of blood rolls down along the side of her unconscious head.

“HEY! HEY! WE CAN JUST MAKE THEM GO SLEEP-SLEEP!”

The woken knights watch in horror as their wearers take to the idea and begin uprooting trees. Despite the pleading, the trees are cracked against their heads knocking them unconscious. One of them feels a bit differently and tries to flick his armor into silence only to knock off her head completely. Not wanting to be seen as the odd one out, the ogre grabs a shrub and sticks it atop the corpse to conceal the accident.

“Don't-Don't you dare!” Celina commands watching her rider grab up a rock as opposed to a tree. “I am the knight-commander of Princess-”

CRACK!

Celina slumps her head down wearing the same trickle of blood along her face and nose as the others as the wearer drops his rock in delight and falls back to enjoy the sounds of silence.

Celina wakes up shortly after inside of a small, wooden pen at the base camp she and the others were taken to. The mud beneath her caked along her naked flesh as she goes to push herself up only to feel the incredibly low ceiling of her cage keeping her to hands and knees. She shakes her head and rubs the back of her neck and begins to look around seeing the elves that had just been taken being auctioned off outside of one tent. Most of them shouting out in their native tongue. Some insults, some pleas. However, Celina has been witness to enough of these to know no matter what is said they're going to be sold off. Whether to those already stationed at this camp or others simply passing through. Either way, it's become too routine for Celina to watch anymore as she turns to the other side of her kennel sized cage noting a group of mages standing around a woman lying on the ground. Gripping the wooden bars, Celina focuses in on the girl and recognizes her as Astrid. Going to stand in protest, Celina bumps her head into the wooden ceiling and groans still suffering from the rock to the face. Once she manages her bearings, she calls out.

“Leave her alone! Hey!”

One of the mages turns and zaps her with a bolt dropping her back to the ground before going back to finish along with the others. Celina has no choice but to watch now as the mages finish and step away from Astrid. A goblin comes along grabbing her by the air and pulls her along into the tiny cage right next to Celina's.

“What did you do to her?” Celina demands before being stricken back by a rod smacked against her cage.

The goblin departs as Astrid groans attempting to stretch herself out. However, with the small space she had, there was only enough room to bring out her arms and not her legs. When her feet touch the wooden bars she comes to life bringing up her head seeing Celina next to her with the wall of wooden bars separating them.

“Celina?”

“Yeah.”

“How long has it been?” She asks in a groggy voice coming up as much as she can to look around their encampment. It's dirty, surrounded by smoke, tents pitched everywhere of varying sizes, but not all too big. At least from what Astrid could see.

“Weeks, it feels like.” Celina answers no longer knowing the answer herself as she too looks around before glancing back at her friend. “What were they doing to you?”

“I don't really know.” Astrid replies digging her nails into the mud beneath them. “But if they think they can keep the royal mage down they have another thing coming.”

Realizing this means a spell, Celina backs as far as she can go, which is about another inch, and watches as Astrid begins her incantation following a deep breath.

“Cock!” Astrid gasps covering her mouth as Celina stares oddly at her. Ready to try it again though, Astrid shouts even louder. “COCK! What the...my incantations!”

Celina notices a glow coming from between Astrid's legs and goes for a closer look. Noting the knights attention, Astrid looks herself and sees a demonic symbol glowing over her crotch and gasps a second time.

“What—what is this?” She growls and looks to the mages still congregating together. “What have you bastards—AHHHH!!!”

The symbol glows brighter as Astrid screams pushing her hips upward gasping as drool comes up from the corner of her mouth.

“W...why?” She asks weakly as a chuckling kabold comes over. Judging by the badge he wore along his own uniform he was definitely the one in charge here.

“A seal for our protection, slave.” Both Astrid and Celina look up at him as he continues. “It transforms all your incantations to a single word, your deepest desire as it were.”

He smirks as Astrid rolls down onto her front coming up to her hands and knees like Celina to get a better chance of looking up at their Master. Not that either of their expressions wore signs of submission, it was just all they could manage.

“Also, when you feel any amount of hatred toward your Masters the seal becomes hot as fire. However,” The kabold crouches down as Astrid crawls against the back wall of her kennel. It's not far enough though to escape her Masters touch as he reaches into the cage stroking a hand along her cheek. “If you incant out of love and obedience to your Masters...”

“That would never happen, Master.” Astrid's eyes grow wide as again she covers her mouth and looks to Celina. “I...I didn't mean to say that. Master, please punish me! Ah! Stop!”

The kabold grins standing back upright. “The seal holds other effects that seem in perfect order.”

“No!” Astrid shouts. “I don't want that! I want to be obedient! Make me your obedient slave, Master! STOP IT!!!”

Astrid shrieks clutching her mouth and begins to cry as the kabold looks to Celina next.

“Would you like one as well? Or does your obedience come naturally?” He asks as Celina doesn't say anything. She just looks down and then to her whimpering comrade too afraid to even speak further. “Your obedience will come. In the meantime...”

The ground begins to tremble as Celina and Astrid look over and see an approaching ogre. Celina begins to look horrified and starts shaking her head.

“No...no, please. Not again. No!” She pleads but she's been here long enough to know...it never works.