Heroes Were Enslaved - Enslaving the Elves pt 3

The main encampment south of the flowing river but still north of the corrupted capital, Contessa sits in her commanders chair still wearing her steel orc mask helmet as her slave, Alicia, takes reports from orc scouts with the bowing of her head. The orc seems to want a certain form of payment touching hold of Alicia's breast when her lead is pulled jerking her closer to her Master, Contessa, who snarls back at the orc.

“She's busy. Return to your post.”

The orc obeys leaving the large tent as Contessa rises winding up the end of the rope leash around her wrist as she makes her way over to a table with a map laid out over it of the area.

“Report, slave.”

“Yes, Master.” Alicia begins opening up the sealed documents looking them over. “The breeding farm reports steady progress in their area. The dwindling number of elves in the area has created alarm for their camp. They attempted to move but were swiftly caught and are now in the process of impregnation.”

“So the eastern portion is under Master's complete rule?” Contessa inquires.

“Yes, Master.”

“Continue with the report then. What of the central forces?”

Alicia opens that document next.

“Ogre troops have ravaged the land. There's still some resistance numbers within their armor as well as a few mages not taking to their new positions but nothing that halts progress. They submitted blueprint designs for a new scale ogre weapon to help cut costs.” Alicia pulls out the report handing it to her Master for her to look over. “It...appears a deterrent for possible resistance, Master.”

“Send the approval. Slave numbers permitting.”

“Of course. Speaking on that, Master, the report states that the armor is less effective than when first used.”

“The elves are firing back?”

“Yes, Master. They are willing now to kill their own if used against them.”

Contessa turns to her map looking it over thinking a moment. “Keep the slave armor program going. It's better to lose a few slaves than to see ogres fall in battle.”

“Yes, Master. Despite their efforts, Master will be pleased to know the ogres are still taking control of the central region. By nightfall, the final camp should be routed.”

“It is pleasing to hear.” Contessa responds touching a hand to the front of her chastity belt slowly pumping the juices in and out of her. “All that remains now is the elven stronghold, correct?”

“It is, Master. Taking that will grant our Master complete control over the entire southern region. At which point, Master's forces will be able to cross the river into the north.”

“Then to the stronghold we'll go.” Contessa states turning to her slave who immediately lowers her gaze submissively to the ground by her bare feet. “Alert the camps to send enough for this assault. Leave only enough behind to defend the camps.”

“As you command, Master. By the glory of our Master, we will be victorious.”

Celina feels herself bounce along steadily off of her Master's erect cock. Her arms tired from the chain bindings holding her in place as she stares ahead only able to wonder now where they were headed. It felt like months she's been nothing but a piece of armor watching as her fellow knights were subject to the same harsh conditions only to be shocked by the first arrow being fired. One by one, Celina could only watch as her friends, her former comrades were stricken down by arrows fired by elves trying to defend themselves with no other alternative. Celina herself had taken a few arrows but it didn't stop her from being worn back out in combat the next day or even hours later. Steadily, the amount of armor would increase and now every ogre in the division wore a body along their front and back. Celina could feel the tension of her fellow armor in behind the ogre and wished she could do a light chain tug to reassure her. But anything that upset their shared Master would only result in a tree or rock being smacked against them. There were some, though, that hadn't gotten the memo to keep quiet. However, after a few cracking noises, there was immediate silence.

Celina looks to her right taking another look at the newest design in ogre weaponry. Three elves bound up tightly around a thick tree all being held tightly by their legs ready to be swung. One of the elves looks back at Celina noticing her attention and while the former knight-commander wishes she could offer a few words to calm her down there was nothing she could say. Though, she does notice the ogre rubbing his thumb along the thigh of one of them. To feel the texture of her flesh or to calm. Celina had found herself open to the possibility of the latter.

To her left the ogre carried with him a massive shield that Celina knew held another elf. She saw her being strapped down in place kicking and screaming as she was binded down and then painted the colors of the Demon King, their supreme Master. Not long after she was smacked hard against a tree and has been quiet since given to their current holder. It was this that made it difficult for Celina to entirely accept the ogre as anything good but soon found it difficult to think as her mouth suddenly filled with a creamy, thick liquid causing her to gag and vomit it out. Looking down, she saw the twitching of her Masters testicles knowing what had happened. Looking up, she saw a massive hand come toward her. Cringing for the potential smack, she was instead just lightly smothered by the hand before it moved away. Celina looks up at her Master in wonderment. She was calm.

Further along in behind are a series of carts being wheeled through the forest by a series of elven slaves. Former resistance fighters of these woods were now stripped of their armor and tethered together and to the cart itself pulling it along to their Master's next intended target. Atop these carts, in behind the whip using goblin riders, were large metal circular frames with pentagrams built inside of them each standing six feet in diameter. Attached at the front of these satanic images were the mages, Astrid being among them.

She whimpered, still too afraid to speak, as the cart wheels not only brought the device to motion but a long, wooden shaft that pushed in and barely out of her crotch gently teasing her along the edge of release. However, the glowing seal embedded in her flesh kept her from cumming driving her senses insane as she just wanted to scream out. Bound up as she was though, she had little choice but to accept her placement as she breathed heavily and attempted to keep her attention focused ahead of her.

Between the carts were other mages, ones of a different sort. While also enslaved they weren't sealed but they were each given a pentagram image over their bare chests. They were surrounded by several squadrons of orcs, meaning escape was impossible for any one of them. Especially those like Layla being led forward by a leash held tightly by a spear wielding goblin. Layla's stomach was wider now and she carried with her a belt holding several small viles of white liquid. One of which she pops open and guzzles down. After swallowing, she wipes her mouth and rests a hand to her stomach smiling a little.

Just ahead of her, was the dark elf marching along looking down at a pair of red framed glasses. She has one of the handles pinched between her thumb and index finger turning them over as if attempting to study their meaning this way. Realizing she can't learn much like this, she decides to put them on and is stunned by the blurred images around her. She immediately takes them off with a “tch” noise and is about to toss them away as defective...but decides differently at the last minute and instead places them inside a pouch alongside her hip.

Watching from atop a hill alongside her Master, Contessa, Alicia looks down at the scroll she's brought with her nodding to a scout who quickly races off.

“The ogres are approaching on schedule, Master.” Alicia informs Contessa who stares out through the small openings within her mask. “Mages, however, are a bit behind on account of some slow moving slaves.”

“Have every surviving cart slave after this whipped a hundred times each.”

“I'll make a note of it, Master.” Alicia smiles jotting it down barely even flinching when she hears the crashing sound in the woods. “Sounds like the ogres are engaging.”

“Have a report for when the outer walls are breached.” Contessa orders as Alicia whistles out summoning a falcon to her side.

“Yes, Master.” She replies giving it the note for such a request sending the falcon on its way.

Celina turns her head gritting her teeth as the ogre crashes in through the wooden walls swinging the trio of elves style club around knocking several elves off their feet and back against the wall themselves only for them to be crushed by advancing ogres. Celina could really feel the tremble of the elf in behind their Master and uses the quick movements of the ogres body to allow for a couple of light chain tugs to try and bring some ease. The ogre continues swinging the club bashing it against a series of elven archers before holding up the shield protecting himself from a barrage of arrows. Celina can see the blood trickle down from the front of the shield as the ogre continues its advance.

From the walkway above, Celina can notice an elf commander lining up a few archers readying for a volley style attack and almost feels compelled to warn her Master. She barely gets a yell out when the arrows are fired catching the ogre in various places along the shoulders and head before he falls forward with Celina screaming out.

With the mages now in position, several of the broken ones immediately begin incanting firing out spell after spell as Astrid looks between them. One by one, the other mages realize submission is the key for release and begin to give in as Astrid takes the realization herself. She opens her mouth to speak but only winds up shrieking briefly. Taking a few heavy breaths, she tries again.

“COCK! AHHHH!!!!” She grits her teeth and soon drops her head breathing heavily wanting it all to just stop. She realizes that's the only reason she wants to incant her spells and tries to focus a love for her Master. “C...cock.”

Her chains shattered, Celina manages to drag herself out from under the fallen ogre and lies there looking over to see the elf commander slitting the throats of the three elves attached to the club.

“What...” Celina manages as she drags herself a few degrees over. “What are you doing?”

“You are tainted by the Demon King.” The commander says finishing with the third as a few archers shoot out the elf that had been resting over the ogres back. “If there is any grace left within you, knight-commander, you'll accept this fate.”

Looking back at the elves attached to the club, Celina locks eyes with the same worried elf as before watching her eyes slowly close. Realizing how it must be too late for her as well, Celina comes up to her knees ready to take her death as the commander nods sheathing her curved dagger but pulls out her sword.

“Very commendable, knight-commander. When this is all over, I'll see to it a mug is raised in your name.”

Celina nods taking a deep breath when the commander is surprised by the heavy gripping hand grabbing her by the waist. The ogre begins to get to his feet and starts swinging the commander around as she begins screaming until the force causes her spine to snap. Her body is then thrown against a few other elves as Celina looks and sees some lining up to fire at the stumbling ogre. Celina grips the commanders sword and rushes up stabbing an elf.

“Leave my Master alone!” She yells pulling the sword out to decapitate the other before stumbling down next to the ogre. “Master...Master!”

Celina races over dropping the sword as the ogre drops down on his backside looking Celina over and smiles.

“ARMOR...NO LONGER BELONG...”

“No. No, Master. I'll belong.” Celina says not even surprised by her own change in attitude.

“NO. ARMOR...BELONG TO METAL ORC NOW. GO...SERVE...”

The ogre fades out letting out his final breath as Celina slides a hand down the side of his face. She looks over at the sword and picks it back up heading off further into the stronghold.

The northern section of the stronghold was quick to become a quagmire of activity no one could control. It wasn't long until Layla was stranded wandering clouds of smoke and debris trying to find where the goblin who had brought her here had run off to. Hearing the sound of commotion just ahead, Layla makes her way down keeping hold of her leash when she sees a single figure fighting off against a series of others. Getting closer, she notices her Master swinging her short, curved sword cutting into a series of elves as they came at her. Glad at the sight of her, Layla keeps her distance only to notice a ballista being aimed at her Master's direction. She shouts to warn but it's too late as the massive arrow is fired out striking into the ground and creating a higher volume of dust and debris. Layla coughs waving out a field of view for herself as she makes her way forward nearly tripping over something. Turning, she sees her Master lying on the ground struggling out to breath as the arrow had gone straight through her. Layla quickly crouches down next to the elf who tries to say something. Unable to get her understand the message, Layla feels something pressed against her and sees it's the glasses. Layla swallows watching her Master continue to fade but shakes her head closing her eyes.

“Hm?” The ancient demon looks up from his seat in the dark throne room as a spectral image of Layla approaches him with purpose. The demon smirks straightening himself out. “Back again, are you? With the amount of times you've been here I should really-MMPH!” Layla pounces the demon with such force it knocks his throne over as she begins to kiss him passionately.

Back in the battlefield, Layla coughs out as cum oozes out from her mouth but she knows she has little time to worry about that as she rests her hands over the wound.

“Cock! COCK!” Astrid tries again and again when she hears a loud crash coming from her right.

Looking over, she sees the shattered remains of a cart mixed with the blood and body parts of the cart pullers and mage it was holding. Another crash to her left with the same effect. Astrid's pupils shrink down in size as sweat rolls along her neck hearing the panic of her pullers. Up ahead was a stationed catapult and it was taking aim. Seeing this, the goblin leaves the seat and races off for safety causing panic among the pullers trying to break free of their bindings.

“C...Co...C-co...” Astrid whimpers out when the catapult fires.

Astrid closes her eyes in fear when she hears a heavy grunt of something landing down in front of her rolling against her feet. Opening her eyes, she first sees a flurry of activity around the catapult and then looks down at her bloodied Master slowly picking himself back up using her body as a ladder of sorts. Still shivering, she realizes that he had thrown himself in front of the catapults projectile to save her. She can't say anything though as she feels his lips press into hers. She squeaks into the kiss as her eyes roll back and then nothing as the kabold collapses down dead. Astrid looks down in shock, her eyes brimming with tears as she looks back to the catapult.

“Fulgur Coruscare!”

A series of lightning bolts strike down on the catapult as Astrid steadily begins to smirk.

Remaining alone atop the hill, Alicia surveys the battle best she can by signs of smoke witnessing the massive explosions caused by the mages and the retaliation of the defending elves. Every so often, she ticks some off along the scroll she's brought when she hears the sounds of someone approaching up the hill followed by a series of a few others. Looking over, she sees a couple of elven warriors leading small families to safety when one spots Alicia looking down at her.

“Mi...milady? Why are you here?” The soldier asks slowly making her approach toward Alicia who remains still. “Are the rumors true? Have you turned?”

The soldier draws out her sword as Alicia sighs.

“I am at the feet of my Master where I am best suited. Where you will be best suited.”

“Princess...the demon has gotten deep inside you. I'm sorry, but I must--”

“Fulgur percutiens!”

A bolt comes down over the soldier exploding her body and leaving nothing but a spot of ash where she stood. The families huddle behind the remaining soldiers as Astrid turns toward them.

“Fulgur obice!”

Lightning comes down around them creating an inescapable barrier.

“I would remove all metal, if I were you.”

The soldiers quickly react tossing down their swords and quickly removing their gear quickly as possible while Astrid approaches Alicia who seems a little on guard at first until she hears the mage's question.

“Where's Master?”

Contessa makes her way through the remnants of the stronghold, her elven curved blade drawn out and already dripping with fresh blood as she peers through the eyes of her steel orc face helm. She enters into a crumbling room and looks around spotting a doorway. She goes toward it but is stopped when she feels someone grip her ankle. Looking down, she sees a wounded elf grabbing hold of her coughs as she looks up.

“W...why?”

She pleads just moments before Contessa stabs her sword deep into her neck, pulls out, and continues through the room.

“Master!” Comes a familiar voice.

Contessa turns and sees Celina rushing up dropping herself down to a knee and resting her blade upward. Contessa looks the woman over knowing full well who she was, but that was a lifetime ago. She had a new name and function to her now noticing the shackles still hanging from her wrists and ankles.

“Slave,” Contessa begins as Celina bows her head deeper. “Where is your Master?”

“Slain, Master.” Celina answers turning the blade to hold it in both hands. “But the sword is covered in the blood of Master's murderers.”

Contessa crosses her arms tapping a finger against her bicep. “Then why aren't you with the remainder of your squad?”

“Master informed me, with his dying breath, to serve the steel orc. That...is you, Master.” Celina states looking back up as Contessa mulls over the information.

“You were loyal to your Master for killing his killers. You are obedient to follow his final order like this when, in the chaos of war, you could flee.”

“I would never flee, Master. Please, allow me to follow my Master's final--”

Celina's request is soon interrupted by a noise of something metal hitting the floor. The former knight-commander springs back to her feet putting herself between the noise and her Master holding her sword at the ready.

“Come out, knave, and taste your kinds blood upon my blade!” Celina shouts but there isn't a reply. It isn't enough to convince either of them that there wasn't anything within what they suspected was the closet, so Contessa approaches with Celina keeping herself close.

Contessa opens the closet and a young elven maid tumbles out gripping a dagger in both hands. She quickly regains her balance and begins swinging the small blade at both Contessa and Celina until the former of the two hooks the maid's arm and gets in behind gripping her wrist that remains with the knife pointing it to the young elves throat.

“Odd.” Contessa states gripping the maids arm squeezing her fingers into it as Celina keeps the tip of her stained blade pointed at the maid. “There's no muscle to this one. Not bone or real fat...though well fed.”

The maid struggles and Contessa allows her to flee forward. Unfortunately for her, she winds up tripping and falls face first to the floor allowing Contessa to turn her onto her back and point the dagger down at her.

“You swung this blade like a true novice with both hands like you would a claymore. Your eyes were closed and your chin was tucked. There are no maids kept within the elven communities so who are you?”

Contessa asks of the maid who turns to her front and tries to rush away only for Celina to block her path. Frightened, the maid turns back to Contessa who removes the steel helm from her head prompting Celina to look away feeling unfit to gaze upon her Master's true face once more. It hadn't changed since the kingdom fell, although there was some light sut around Contessa's eyes from the battlefield. She crouches down looking the dagger over.

“This is also a very expensive looking weapon. Very straight, no curve at all. In no way an elven weapon. Were you sent from the north?”

The maid remains silent as Contessa stands back up resting the helm back over her face.

“Hands and knees.” She commands of the maid who looks up at her confused. “I gave you an order.”

“Master, killing her might--”

“No!” The maid protests coming up slowly to her knees. “I-I'll obey. Please.”

Contessa nods letting the maid continue with the order dropping down to her hands as well as Celina comes up to her feet.

“Grab the emblem, slave.” Contessa orders Celina who bows her head obediently and goes to pick up the emblem from the wall as her Master looks down at her new slave. “Show your obedience and crawl.”

“Y-yes, Master.” The maid responds crawling alongside Contessa as Celina follows along after.

The commanders lifeless body is thrown down into the emblem shattering it before the prisoners collected from the stronghold. Each on their knees with a few in tears in fear of what was about to happen next for them. Contessa walks along the front of them with Alicia and her new slave by her side.

“Congratulations, Master,” Alicia begins, “You have conquered the entire southern end of this conteinent for our Master.”

“It is not enough to be back in his grace, slave.” Contessa reminds. “Until a capital falls we must remain pushing. Divy out the new slaves to restock the ranks of those fallen and prepare for the river crossing.”

“Yes, Master.” Alicia replies bowing her head before turning to the large group of collected prisoners.

Celina stands by her fallen Master having rested a series of wood piles around him. Holding up a torch, she's soon joined by another ogre who has clearly taken his own share of damage in this conflict. Namely a scar streaming down along the side of his face as well as a freshly cut off hand. He doesn't seem bothered by either though as he takes a seat next to Celina.

“ARMOR MISS MASTER?”

“Armor misses Master very much.” Celina responds. “More than I thought I would. I don't know what it was, but when I saw him fight despite knowing he was going to die...maybe it was his instinct. Maybe...he was really trying to protect his armor.”

“CANNOT FIGHT WITHOUT ARMOR. CANNOT PROTECT WITHOUT FIGHTER.”

Celina nods dropping the torch onto the stacks of wood watching them light up and steadily increase. She steps back not to get too overheated as the ogre shuffles back himself.

“I was told to serve the steel orc, but I've been commanded back into the unit.”

“ARMOR HAPPY?”

Celina looks to the injured ogre and smiles resting a hand on his shoulder giving him a nod.

“Armor very happy.”

“No...that's...that wasn't...it wasn't what I...” Astrid screams out rolling onto her back touching her hands to the seal burning brightly. “I need...I need...Master!”

Astrid feels the burn die down on the realization of her wishes and lies there taking a few heavy breaths. Eventually, she manages to sit up and looks off in the distance at the smouldering remains of the stronghold.

“I...only got this far. I don't want freedom.” She drops back into the grass stretching herself out. “I want to be caught.”

The otherworldly girl sits on a stump smiling as she attempts to watch over her orc child wrestle around with Layla's in the dirt. They're growling and playful scrapping brings a smile to the girls face while, in the background, several of the revived elves are led into a building each with their own signs of pregnancy going. The only difference between them and the girl seated up on the stump was the elves had their arms removed right at the shoulder and the wounds soldered shut. The girl watches them stroking her own pregnant belly when she hears several footsteps coming from behind. Turning, she sees the returning horde of orcs leading a few cages of captured elves. At the front was Layla and the dark elf, whom the girl stands to greet with a gentle bow.

“Welcome home, Master.” She states as Layla goes off to tend to any remaining wounded.

“Here.” The elf says holding out the glasses surprising the girl who blinks a couple times accepting them back.

“Oh. Th-thank you. Did you see what you needed, Master?” She asks placing the glasses back on glad to have her sight back again.

“Not nearly enough.” The dark elf states heading past the girl to her own tent as the orcs begin to work the fresh slaves from the carts along with a few heavy axes.