Heroes Were Enslaved - Enslaving the Humans pt 2

Ogres crash through the hastily built watch towers causing archers and look outs to tumble down to their quick demise or instant surrender. Luckily for those that manage to do so these ogres are on call to take prisoners. However, not many are so inclined in wanting to as these humans are fighting more fiercely for both their freedom and lives than the elves. Where they were hesitant to fire at their own kind being worn as armor or swung toward them as bats, these humans know what's at stake and to hesitate is to allow the same fate to their country as Eluria. Among these ogres is one with a scarred over eye and a missing hand. In its place is a thick saw he uses to cleave his way through a series of humans too proud to drop with surrender. Hanging off his front and balanced along his massive cock is Celina who has since been promoted through her continued loyalty as designated by the appearance of her thin red shoulderpads.

“Master!” Celina calls out. “Watch tower taking aim to your right!”

The ogre looks over and sees the looming tower with three archers readying their bows. He quickly lunges over grabbing one of the corner posts and lifts it up bringing it down. One of the archers dies when she's impaled on broken wood while the others quickly drop their bows and fall to their knees in surrender. The ogre goes to swing his saw when Celina stops him.

“Master, we're here to enslave as well as control. These two are fit for armor service.”

The ogre stops looking them over before grabbing them both with his good hand stuffing them into the thick net he keeps along his back already filled with three others.

“There's another tow—ack...gak.” Celina begins to cough out as the ogre cums deep inside her. She manages to swallow what left is in there and takes a few deep breaths.

“ARMOR GOOD?” The ogre asks a little concerned as Celina nods her head unable to wipe the dripping cum from her lips.

“Armor...good, Master. Let's continue.”

The assault over, Celina makes her way across the new campground stationed out by the river. It was meant to be a temporary setup, but given the resistance of the humans across the water more and more permanent fixtures have been set in place. Across on one end, ogres empty out their nets looking over their captives stripping them of their armor while on the other end goblins pile up corpses into a cart for transport. Along her way to the commanders tent, Celina spots Astrid resting in her tiny cage and gives a brief wave that's responded to in kind. She soon arrives at the tent and takes a deep breath lowering to her hands and knees and proceeds to crawl inside bowing her head to the ground in the pitch black interior.

“Armor alpha with a report, Master.”

“The flap...” The commander states from his spot by a table looking over a map lit only by a candle. His tone was that of annoyance of both the interruption and the fact that there was light beaming into the usually dark area.

“Oh!” Celina looks back realizing it's her foot and brings it inside letting the flap close entirely. “Humble apologies, Master.”

“Report.” The vampiric lord commands, his tone unchanged.

“Yes, Master.” Celina begins upset to have offended the commander. “Alpha ogres have demolished the watch towers and resting, Beta ogres are now working on the exterior walls of the fort and should breach shortly.”

“Prisoner count.” Still no change. He was certainly far different than Celina's former Master, but she was still loyal if nothing else.

“Forty-six taken prisoners, Master. Twenty-eight dead and five injured. The rest fit for immediate service. It seems the humans are more willing to-”

“Spare the commentary.” The vampiric commander orders as Celina bows her head before biting her lip thinking something over.

“Master,”

“Denied.” He interrupts as Celina brings up her head. He soon brings up his head making the command louder. “Free speech denied.”

“Y-yes, Master.” Celina bows her head back down and turns crawling out from the tent.

Outside, she sighs and looks across to the cages crawling her way across the camp figuring she'll be only be this high in hers anyway. She makes her way inside and barely turns before the den master closes her cage door locking it. Celina lounges back against her wooden bars and lets out a long sigh as her neighbor, Astrid, looks over.

“How goes the front?” She asks.

“Inch by inch for Master.” Celina smiles as Astrid does the same.

The two share a mild exploding fist bump and laugh before Celina adjusts herself best she can on her lower back and begins pushing down against her expanded vaginal area pressing her legs together.

“Do you still even feel your Masters cock going inside you anymore?” Astrid asks watching her friend fidget.

“Sort of. That's why I'm doing this so I can at least feel Master go inside me.”

“Mind if I have a look see?”

“Sure.” Celina says inching her way along the wall in effort to turn and spread her legs so Astrid can have a look at the expanded pussy. With the amount of times her Master has been inside her there was definitely no rescuing Celina's crotch as Astrid nods.

“Could probably fit a head in there now.”

“I could,” Celina grunts back trying what she can to quickly minimize the size of her opening. “But I only accept Master in there now.”

“True enough.” Astrid says, her tone a little forlorn prompting Celina to look up toward her.

“You'll get out on the field soon, Astrid.” She assures before shuffling her way back and lays along her side bringing her heels in close to her backside, as was necessary for the size of her holding. “Master informs me that as soon as we take the fort we'll be feeling the fields beyond with scouts. The next place we take will be the mage's school.” Celina says with a smile reaching through the wooden bars to stroke her friends arm. “Once we convert those students you won't need to be on camp defense anymore, you'll be on the frontlines with Master and myself.”

Astrid does feel a little better hearing that as she nods looking over with a bit of a smile.

“Perhaps as your Masters magic wand.”

The two share a laugh over that as Celina nods taking some sincerity in that joke.

“I could talk to Master about it. It'd be an interesting sight on the battlefield.”

“No one would expect a magical ogre out there.”

“Nope.” Celina agrees with a smile watching as the cart of corpses is finished loading and sent out of the camp toward the west.