Heroes Were Enslaved - Enslaving the Humans pt 1

It has been several months since the capture of the elven stronghold and the campaign now continues across the river. However, things in the realm of humans is moving far slower than anticipated given their response to the noted demonic presence in the kingdom of Eluria not to mention the warnings brought out by those elves who did manage to find shelter within the adjacent kingdom. However, the war was only to remain a crawl for so long, if Contessa had anything to do about it. So, as Alicia lies panting on the ground fingers stuck deep inside her crotch still rubbing, the commander of the demonic forces sends a lone rider east. A rider that will turn the tide of this war.

The breeding farm had grown in size since the influx of slaves driven in. Given the growing efforts in the north, more and more humans were being brought back in the caravans and were quickly processed. All four limbs were now cut off and replaced with wooden pegs just high enough to allow for their impregnated bellies not to be dragged along the ground as they “walked”. As a further humiliation, those obedient enough to be given the luxury of crawling about the farm like free range chickens were dressed to resemble cows or pigs. Cows were given horns, a thick nose ring, and a bell collar while pigs had nosehooks and their heads shaved bald. Several of these, in various stages of pregnancy, now roamed the farm mooing and oinking waiting out the time to deliver and then be put through the process once more. They knew escape was a possibility but immediate death was certain to be their end result as without any arms or legs they had no means of fending for themselves. So obediently they crawl, mooing and oinking to one another as they passed by like mindless beasts.

Inside the primary tent, the dark elf commander of this region sits in her chair looking over a few things that had been taken by her human slave who stands at her Master's front days from her own second child delivery. Layla crouches in the corner breastfeeding her own second child while she's already been processed to bring about her third. Aside from the gentle suckling and the light cooing of mother to child, there is no noise while the dark elf tosses bits of the humans belongings aside until coming to a drivers license. She looks at it oddly and turns it around to her slave.

“Whose soul is this?” She asks pointing out the picture.

“My own, Master. As with everything I have, it is yours now.” She answers as the elf flips it back around studying it.

“Cynthia.”

“That is my name, Master. If it pleases Master, you may use-”

“Slave is your name.” The elf retorts keeping the laminated card for herself by sliding it between her breasts for the time being. “Slave is your title.”

“Yes, Master.” Cynthia replies bowing her head hoping not to have offended the elf any.

As the elf continues rummaging through the bag, Cynthia can't help but notice a map of the continent hanging along the wall. Of course, in the time she's been here she's noticed it before but since hearing of the stronghold battle she's grown more puzzled by it.

“Permission to speak freely, Master?”

“Granted.” The commander replies studying a small container of lip balm. She pulls off the cap and sniffs the balm material quickly dropping it down in surprise.

“Why was the western region not involved in the war?” Cynthia asks pointing out that the kingdom of Eluria, according to the map, had been divided into three sections. The east where the breeding farm was, the middle were the main forces were located, and then the west. “Layla told me there were only those of the eastern regions involved.”

“The west is filled with the unpredictable, slave.” The elf answers as Cynthia turns to her Master. “Those only in line with the Master due to a signed contract alone. They're loyal only to money, power, or the thought of war itself. They were given the west to maintain control over them. If the western elves decided to aid their comrades, thy would be forced to defend themselves. If they decided to act out of Master's favor, their backs to the mountains would allow us to devestate their numbers bringing the remaining few into submission.”

“What manner of creatures reside within there, Master?”

“Necromancers, werewolves, vampire lords and ladies. Forces difficult to control on a massive battlefield. But there is one worst than all of them combined.”

Just as the elf finishes saying that, Layla turns Cynthia around slowly and the two quickly engage in a passionate kiss. Cynthia's hands run down the back of the priestess coming down to her ass where she grips her cheeks tightly before moaning as Layla slips a couple fingers up inside of her crotch walking them about. The dark elf grits her teeth looking at her tent entrance hearing only the sounds now of her slaves passionate love making and that of horse hooves.

Soon, the tent flaps part and a demonic looking woman comes in riding over the saddled back of a blond female. The female had the scars of a warrior but the empty eyes of a mindless drone as she stood tall carrying her Master over her back. She drooled heavily over her bit gag held in place by a full bridle with small wings sticking out the side and a golden unicorn horn pressed to the middle of it. Her hands, brought up close by chains to her collar, wore hoove gloves that matched the white pair she wore down around her feet. In behind her was a blond haired tail matching her own stuck up inside of her anus. Aside from all of that, this filly was completely exposed as her rider stepped off using the saddles stirrups and to the floor.

The demon had purple hair held in place by a set of horns pressed alongside her head. Her small wings, mostly for design, were left open as wore a barely there black bikini with a golden trim to it. Her legs were mostly covered by a black and gold armor matching the set around her arms as her fingers came into spikes. The demon smiles as she approaches the elf, her pointed tail swaying about behind her as she stops at the commanders front.

“Anzu, it's so good seeing you again.” The succubus greets bringing up a hand magically summoning out a carrot. She turns and removes the bit of her filly who then, seeing the carrot, opens her mouth wide. The succubus slowly inserts the carrot sliding it in and out of the fillies mouth going all the way in at one point until bringing it out and patting her slaves head. Being given the okay, the filly begins to chew down on the carrot. “Do you like my new filly? It was called a Valkyrie across the river. A warrior chosen out by their Gods to sanctify demons.”

“You mean paladins?” Anzu asks not really wanting to converse but there was no means of ridding herself of this demon quite yet.

“No.” The succubus answers. “Paladins sanctify and kill, Valkyries will sanctify and...convert.”

“So you managed to convert the mind of a Valkyrie. Well done, Serenity.” Anzu says in a mocking tone as the succubus, Serenity, sighs letting her pet finish with the carrot.

“Don't think that just because I spared your mind from my control you're as immune as the steel orc.”

Anzu crosses her legs looking at Serenity as though waiting for her to get to the point. The succubus rolls her eyes looking back at her filly and smiles as Anzu rises from her chair and approaches. Sernity steps aside allowing the dark elf to press her lips fully on the filly's bringing her hands up over the filly's breasts prompting it to squeak in out pleasure. With the elf fully under her control now, Serenity takes a seat in her chair crossing her legs.

“We've been assigned a task, Anzu.” Serenity begins, bouncing her leg off her knee watching as the elf hungrily runs her tongue over the filly's pierced nipples, taking a golden ring between her teeth tugging it as the filly cries out. “The steel orc is impressed with how covert things have been here.”

Sernity looks down to the two slaves for a moment before they split apart from one another and saunter toward their Master. Cynthia comes to her kees in front pressing her face to Anzu's crotch and begins licking while tending to her own breasts. Meanwhile, Layla crouches in behind pressing her hands to the elf's bottom cheeks spreading them wide and moves in sticking her tongue inside her Master's ass swirling it about. Anzu grunts from this and even howls in pleasure before kissing the filly deeply, probing her tongue far inside her mouth.

“When interrogated, neither the elves or humans even know what the eastern realm of Eluria holds. It's a complete mystery to them, they only know people tend to vanish down here. It's why they won't cross the river and rarely send out scouting parties. What with the war coming hard at their door they can't really afford the man power to go out exploring. Hm-hm, speaking of exploring...”

Sernity holds out a hand and her filly comes trotting over to her side. Being left with nothing to unleash her pleasure drive upon, Anzu turns Cynthia over to her front and comes down licking up between her own slave's cheeks as Layla comes down onto her back and focuses on her Master's crotch.

“That's why this is the perfect time to commence a little more covert activity. There's a fishing village across the river, not a very big one but big enough for its own dock. It's protected, of course, by a very small amount of mixed warriors led by another Valkyrie. Apparently the Valkyrie brings them hope.”

She says gripping hold of her own pet Valkyrie's reins as Anzu's hands come up from underneath Cynthia's writhing body gripping hold of her breasts pinching at her nipples all the way still exploring the inside of her ass with her tongue. Layla keeps her tongue going, spreading her legs before Serenity without shame as she rubs as her own clit listening to her Master's moans as she's brought closer and closer to her climactic edge.

“With a small band we'll take the village controlling it small stations at a time. No deaths, no prisoners either. That was an annoying feature the steel orc told me. While you then assess their eastern side using the village as a base, I keep the villagers working, soldiers patrolling, make it seem as though the village is still functioning to the eyes and ears of the capital. Does that sound good to you, Anzu?”

“YES!!!”

Anzu cries out cumming hard over Layla's face. But that wasn't the end of it, however, as her senses were still raging and she goes back even hungrier digging her fingers deep inbetween Cynthia's cheeks to get her face pressed right inside there that her lips were snuggly put against her ring. Layla's fingering works faster as a hand gropes at her own breast squeezing out droplets of milk that attract her orc baby who rushes over for a taste only adding to the priestesses' pleasure overload. She arches her hips feeling herself cumming as well as Serenity leans back in the seat watching the display before her.