Heroes Were Enslaved - Enslaving the Demons pt 2

The military march have long since passed allowing for Astrid to poke her head up from behind the bushes. Seeing nothing but the trampled grass and the dust being kicked up off in the distance, she turns dropping onto her rear with a sigh of relief.

“What was THAT all about?” Celine asks checking out through the branches herself. “It was as if an entire army just went by.”

“I don't know.” Astrid answers. “Though I'm worried. They came from the fort up ahead and they would only move if there was a battle going on.”

“Do you think one of us should go and warn Master?”

Astrid gives it some thought and ultimately shakes her head. “Our objective is to secure and bring back this weaponsmith. If she split up now then we run the risk of failing that.”

Celine nods in agreement though still wears the look of worry eyeing back from whence they came until feeling the gloved hand of the black mage upon her shoulder. It starters the former knight commander as she looks back to see her companion's warm smile.

“Don't worry,” Astrid begins, “Master will be fine. In fact, I'm sure he'll be glad to see us back when we succeed.”

“I hope so.” Celine adds patting Astrid's hand as the two continue their way sneaking toward the now seemingly vacant fort.

The fort seems to indeed be devoid of all life save for a voice singing out in the courtyard. Celine and Astrid keep down around the walls though as they sneak through the corridors and peer into rooms. If they hadn't seen the army marching by earlier they could be swearing now that those stationed at the fort simply vanished. Celine still keeps her sword drawn as Astrid has a constant glow going at the end of her staff ready to blast at a moments notice. However, all this stealth is for nothing as they manage to work even as far back as the commanders quarters without finding anything.

“Now I'm really concerned.” Astrid says looking over the officers desk as Celine sheaths her sword.

“All that's left is the singing in the courtyard. Hopefully that's our weaponsmith.”

They make their way into the courtyard as the singing grows louder and louder until it becomes clear that the one making the noise isn't so much singing as much as they are just yelling words to a beat periodically stopping to converse with people she only assumes aren't there.

“Alright, what about...this one? I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves! C'mon! Everybody's nerves. Sing along with me. Everybody's nerves!”

Astrid and Celine come out into the clearing of the courtyard and see, standing on a wobbling log and a noose around her neck, a woman wearing little more than tattered rags. Celine approaches the woman first as Astrid keeps to the back as a failsafe in case this were some sort of trap.

“Excuse me.” Celine says stepping into the woman's view.

“Oh!” She says looking down. “Finally an audience.”

The woman attempts to kick out the log from underneath her and Celine's too far to stop her. Therefore, Astrid jumps from her hiding spot and shouts out.

“Cock! I-I mean...Aeris area!”

The womans feet stop just is landing on a floor high above the ground. She looks about herself and then sees Astrid who sighs as she comes around to join with Celine.

“Are you the weaponsmith?” Astrid asks to the still bound and noosed woman.

“If I'm not...will you let me fall?”

“If you aren't then we'll submit you to one of the Master's many slave camps to be properly interrogated.” Astrid answers folding her arms under her ample chest. “I mean clearly the humans here want you dead for some reason.”

“Humans?” The woman asks and gets the notion. “Ohhhhh. You're with the other side! Sweet! Untie me then.”

Celine and Astrid exchange glances before looking back up at the woman who rolls her eyes impatiently.

“I'm the weaponsmith.” She explains. “I build the weapons.”

Celine steps up onto the platform but before she can until the woman Astrid stops her putting a hand to her arm.

“Why were you left here for dead? One would think a weaponsmith would be most valuable in war.”

“Probably cause they're on the verge of winning it?” The woman answers shrugging her shoulders as Celine gives her a curious look.

“What do you mean. The army here is only marching right into that of our Masters. They'll be no match.”

“Your Master was defeated. Or really, our Master, yeah, since I'm kinda switching sides.”

“What do you mean she was defeated?” Astrid exclaims as the woman proceeds to explain what she had only heard about from the report.

“No.” Celine says shaking her head. “Master would not fall so easily.”

“Celine, we need to get back to camp. We need to make certain just how many lies are in this report.”

Celine agrees and removes the noose from the weaponsmith's neck as Astrid removes the air made floor dropping her to her rear.

“What's your name?” Astrid asks pointing the staff down at her as the woman reaches back to rub her own ass.

“Claire.” She answers with a seething groan. “Could've warned me you were doing that.”

“C'mon.” Celine hoists Claire up and nudges the bound woman forward.

They keep this going until they return back to their miniature camp where Lilandra climbs down from her watching spot in the tree and Chunk sits up. Seeing him well, Celine rushes hugging her Master's chest.

“Master, you're alright!”

“What happened out there? That entire fort emptied out and headed east.”

“East?” Astrid asks as she lies down on her front letting Lilandra bind her to the pole, or Chunk's “wand”. “Toward the farms?”

“It would seem that way.”

Lilandra says finishing cinching in the collar around Astrid's neck to keep her head in place then binds her wrists near the top of the pole as Celine takes Chunk deep inside of herself groaning as she feels herself fill up completely. Chunk straps her in place and bounces to shift Celine into place making her cry out a little as Lilandra sets herself up along the ogre's back.

“...wow.” Claire stares in amazement as Chunk reaches out with his bladed gauntlet immediately drawing the weaponsmith back. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!”

“Master,” Celine calls up as she tightens her fist along her shackles. “It might be best to tuck her under your arm.”

“CHUNK UNDERSTAND.” The ogre bellows as he hooks the arm around Claire's waist bringing her in close and begins rushing back toward the camp.

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The camp has been burnt to the ground. All that remains are severed heads of fighters and enslaved elves upon spikes and the smouldering ruins of cages and tents. Chunk lets Claire down begins to step around looking everything over finally turning back around to face the others.

“So...I guess the report was real, huh?”

Astrid shakes her head and looks to Chunk. “Master, take us to the high command tent. There might be something there.”

Chunk nods as he heads along leaving Claire to look over the burning wreckage obtaining an idea.

At the tent their astonished to find the commander of this camp stuck along a pole going from between his legs and exiting out through his shoulder. His hands have been cleaved off and a spike pushed deep through the vampires chest penetrating his heart. Before him, bound down in a kneeling position, is his thrall, the sub commander.

“Mistress!” Celine calls out attracting the humans attention. She turns looking up at them just as surprised to see them alive through her glowing eyes.

“You're...back. I'm...afraid the Master...isn't capable of taking a report.”

“What happened here?” Astrid asks as the thrall looks back up at the vampire before her.

“They...came not long ago. Ravaged this camp, took as many ogres as they could, killed everyone else. The slaves...joyous at first until they realized the humans...had no use for them. Left...me alive so I could watch...the burning...the wolves coming...to devour what remains.”

“Here.” Claire says coming over to untie the thrall from her bondage helping her up afterward.

“How did-” Celine begins until she starts to choke with cum coming from her mouth.

“CHUNK SORRY. CHUNK RUN AND ARMOR BOUNCE.”

“It's alright, Chunk.” The thrall says coming up to her feet accepting Claire's assistance in the matter. “You...are the weaponsmith, correct?”

Claire nods but still sees Celine's confused reaction, even with the cum dripping from her mouth. She tilts her head and approaches her wiping it off with her finger first tasting it then thinking.

“Hm...” She hurries off throwing things aside until finding a cracked bowl.

“We saw an army leave the fort, Mistress,” Astrid reports, “But they were going east.”

“Then the humans have at least two armies here.” The thrall says rotating out her arms. “I trust you've heard by now about Master's failing.”

“Yes...” Celine says lowering her head. “Is Master alright?”

“I don't know. They didn't speak a word about her and one would think they'd carry her head as a demoralizer for their enemies.”

“Perhaps then Master is...simply a prisoner!” Celine exclaims some hope returning to her voice. “If we can rescue her-”

“And take her from the entire human army?” Astrid brings up. “Master isn't exactly someone they'll be leaving in a cell back at their castle.”

The brings down the hope for Celine who then looks around.

“How did this all happen? I don't see any human corpses, weren't they slain in the defense?”

The thrall shakes her head and then seethes when she feels Claire rub something along her arm.

“Isn't that-” She begins but then notices her injuries beginning to heal.

“By all rights, the armor...Celine, is it? You should really be dead with that big thing poking through you. I figured there had to be something keeping you alive and figured it could have been the cum. I mean it's the only outside source you've put inside yourself since I've seen you. Seems my theory was right.”

The thrall again looks down at the cream rubbed along her arm and nods. “Th...thank you.”

“No problem, Mistress.” Claire beams as she places the rest of her ointment into part of her tattered outfit she soon tears off and ties with a little more. It soaks out the bottom a little but it's the best she has to keep it for now.

“Anyway, Mistress, what happened here?” Astrid asks hoping to get the sub commander back on track.

“Everything happened so...fast.” She begins and looks to the northern entrance of the camp, which by now was reduced to a smouldering archway decorated with severed heads. “It began with singing.”

“Singing?” Astrid questions.

“Yes. A woman...white hair and in rags. There were shackles as well. She came in singing. At first the Master assumed she was merely an escaped slave who had returned to the camp. He was on a verge of putting her inside a cage when...”

“What?” Celine asks after a moment of silence. “Mistress?”

“It's...difficult to really recall what happened. There was a blinding flash and fire all around.”

“So it was instantaneous?” Astrid queries as the thrall nods her head. “What do we do now? If the Master was defeated the the army of the fort going east...do we return to the capital and help with the defense?”

“No.” The thrall answers shaking her head. “If we go there we wouldn't be of much assistance. As far as I'm aware, we're the only ones left on this side of the continent obedient to the Master.”

“You mean...” Celine begins as Claire looks between them blinking.

“What?”

The thrall turns from the northern entrance of the camp to the western one. “It means we go to the valley before the mountains. The Master still has a loosely affiliated army there of undead and more. If we can convince them to uphold their end of the agreement,” She turns back to the others nodding her head as they do the same.

“We'll avenge the Master's loss and make that human queen beg to just be made a slave.” Celine says as the thrall looks next to Claire.

“You will assist in this of course.”

“Of course. Um...Mistress.” Claire smiles giving a nod of her own head. “Just let me gather something better suited for this.”

Claire holds up her little pouch and heads off.

“Can we trust her?” The thrall asks.

“It's uncertain.” Celine answers. “The humans left her back in their fort to die.”

The thrall nods as Claire returns with a smile holding up a sturdier pouch. “Here we go! Ready now.”

“Then let's proceed.”

The thrall commands as she leads the way with Claire coming just behind. Chunk stomps along in the rear bouncing Celine off his cock while he sways Astrid up and down. Lilandra looks behind them at the devastation they leave unaware of Claire's ropes that had previously been binding her wrists forming a makeshift arrow pointed west.