The Heroes Were Enslaved - Enslaving the Humans pt. 8

The male soldier screams in pain as the troll drags a knife along his flesh peeling it off as his two compatriots prepare further parts to their feast. One sharpes a wooden pole as the other adds wood to a second fire. The first keeping a boiling pot active.

“It's like peeling a potato.” The one troll jokes eatng the peeled flesh straight off his knife before dropping the soldier into the boiling pot where his shrieks become outlandish bringing fear to the other captured soldiers over their own fate.

“Don't even understand why the Master would want these things alive.” Another troll says reaching into the pit of captured soldiers grabbing one. The soldier quickly pleads to be spared but his words are cat off as the pole is pushed through his body and he's put over the second fire to begin cooking like a roast. “These things are pretty tasty.”

“You...beasts!” The commander shouts from his own pen still defiant despite his clear fate.

The first troll, attracted by this noise, comes over pointing out his knife at the captured commander wagging it about.

“You best watch your tone, little morsel, else I might skin you-”

“Framea glacies!”

The call comes from the trees as a spike of pure ice shoots through the side of the trolls head killing it instantly. This prompts the other two to stand up and look out as the ogre, Chunk, comes barreling out of the treeline waving out his wand, Astrid, whose bound hands glow at the making of another spell. Seeing this, the trolls throw up their hands in surrender as Celine calls out.

“In the name of our Master, what the HELL are you doing here?”

“Celine...” The commander says surprised by her sight as the ogres chestplate. Her arms and legs bound over the massive beast and her pussy forcibly stretched to accept his enormously sized cock.

“We...were only rounding up those captured for return to the camp.” The one troll explains.

Celine looks from the boiled corpse in the water and the charred one over the fire. Celine lowers her head and sighs.

“Don't have time for this...”

“KILL THEM?” Chunk asks as Celine looks up.

“Wait, we...can talk about this.”

“Astrid.” Celine says.

“Exploding corde!” Astrid shouts as the one troll clutches his chest moments before a huge geyser of blood explodes out. He drops dead as the other steps back.

“You act as rogue trolls,” Celine explains, “There's no trust left in you.”

“Please, I can work. Within your system. I promise!”

Celine again sighs thinking this whole situation over.

“Fine. Take these back to the camp for processing. You have one day to deliver these slaves, do I make myself cle-”

“Celine!” The commander shouts as Celine looks over.

“Father?” Celine asks after peering at the caged man.

“Celine, what are you doing?”

“Masters will.” Celine answers back with certainty and looks back to the troll. “Actually, take them to the shore. I know they'll be put to good use there.”

“Celine! I am your father! You will not-”

“I am my Masters slave!” Celine shouts back. “You are nothing to me but a means for my, OUR Master to conquer your land. So learn, and accept, your place, slave.”

Celine taps her hand along Chunk's shoulder and the massive ogre turns and starts trudging his way back through the forest as the single troll starts the process of packing up the captured soldiers for transport.

“The shore?” Astrid asks as she's swung about from Chunk's walking.

“Mmhm.” Celine nods. “The Master requires slaves there.”

“For what purpose?”

“To make the enemy believe we haven't already crossed.”

The collection of captured soldiers grunt as they dig the holes along the beach and stick in sharpened logs. It isn't just the hard labor they're forced into doing but the heaviness of the orc armor that they're wearing. After placing in one sharpened log, the former commander of this unit stops to wipe his brow as an arrow pierces through his head and wrist. He falls dead startling the others as unit of warriors rushes them slaughtering them quickly. The captured slaves throw up their arms in surrender but the warriors only see the armor and quickly cut them down without mercy. When the last has fallen, the female commander looks back behind her over the wide river.

“They're getting too bold.” She says as she looks back at the dead men. “Though it's a bit odd that they would be building defenses instead of just trying to cross the river.”

“Perhaps they're setting for an eventual retreat.” One soldier says as the others laugh along at his boastful statement.

One soldier though notices something about these slain individuals and removes the helm.

“Commander!” The warrior shouts as the commander rushes over.

“What is it?” She asks though quickly finds her answer. She covers her mouth when she sees one of their fellow soldiers dead before them. Though it isn't just that. To keep the slaves from exposing themselves, it looks as though something exceedingly hot was pressed to their mouths melting their lips together. “Everyone, back to the-”

But she's cut off as a platoon of goblins burst up from the sand landing upon the soldiers and stabbing them through the necks. The commander drops back in horror at the sight of her squad being torn apart. The men being stabbed and killed while the women are having their armor torn off and pounced upon by lustful goblins.

Eventually, the commander comes to her senses and she draws her blade but in a quick flash her sword drops along with her hands. She drops to her knees and stares horrifically at the bloody stumps her wrists have become as goblins jump her tearing off every piece of her armor all the while clubbing her limbs. They soon grab hold of her ankles and begin dragging her from the river into the forest along with the rest of their female captives. All the while the commander presses her bloodied stumps along the ground in effort to stop them.

“Get away! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!” She screams as she's pulled into the darkness.

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“Shoot.” Astrid sighs throwing down a breastplate down to the unconscious soldiers before feeling her hands along her massive breasts. “These stupid things are too big for any of those.”

“And did you think I'd do any better?” Celine asks naked and profoundly larger than she was when they were back at the capital. It was impossible now for her to touch her fingertips together around her stomach, her butt and thighs were three times the size, and her breasts practically rivals those of Astrid's.

“Guess you're right.” Astrid admits with a sigh. “Escaped slave route?”

Celine shakes her head resting her hands along her rolled hips. “That's not going to do any good either. We're as bad as Master to them now. If we gave ourselves up they'd be swinging our heads at the ends of poles by the time the sun goes down.”

“True. So how are we supposed to get that weapon designer out?” Astrid presses a finger to her lower lip and shrugs. “Should we get Master out of hiding?”

“No.” Celine responds quickly shaking her head. “You saw what those launched blades were capable of. If we had Master go on a tear they'd cut him down in no time. Plus...the poor guy was frightened that last time.”

Astrid nods looking off from their point in the vast field to the encampment some ways away presently being set to become a new stronghold. She tilts her head and peers closer at it. Her narrowed eyes don't exactly help but a thought does come to her.

“They have to be using slave labor for that.”

“Hm?” Celine looks over as Astrid folds her arms under her breasts.

“That's just a weapons development facility. They wouldn't have the added manpower to strengthen up their walls at the same time.”

“There haven't been any reports of our camps being taken.”

“I wonder...” Astrid begins as she looks around. “This place hasn't been torn up, it's still rather pure.”

“It's close to the shore. Master's armies haven't come out this far.” Celine says and then it hits the two of them at once and they look to one another. “Have they enslaved this areas elves?”

“Enslaved or signed some sort of treaty. Though knowing the humans I doubt it was anything as simple as a treaty.”

“Maybe. But how does this help us?”

“I don't know yet. We'll need to get a closer look.” Astrid says rushing to the nearest treeline as Celine attempts to keep up.

Once there, Celine drops to her hands and knees wheezing as Astrid looks down at her. Her attention is taken notice of as Celine looks up grabbing the mage's hand to be helped up.

“I'm not as fit as I used to be, okay? Plus the cramped cages...”

“Are you complaining?” Astrid asks in a serious tone, her hand beginning to burn Celine's who immediately shakes her head.

“No! O-of course not! I would never complain! Master treats us fairly.”

Astrid maintains her cold gaze and eases up on the temperature of her hand and lets go letting Celine give hers a shake to cool down.

“We need to get a better look at what's going on. From there I should be able to come up with a plan.”

“Okay...” Celine says blowing on her hand as the two begin down through the woods.