Enslaving the Demons pt.4

The battle before them was over in an instant. The once proud army of their Master above all were now nothing more than smoldering husks on the battle field. Their weapons still as pristine as they were when they first entered. Slowly they walk out from the treeline stunned over what they had just witnessed. Serenity tugs the leashes of both Cynthia and their paladin pet while the caged sprites finally ignore one another for the scent could overpower their own lust as Anzu brings them closer. In the front is Layla who, upon arriving at the humiliating effigy of their former Master, drops to her knees and cries. He was held up by a trio of poles. Two through his cleaved off legs coming up from his neck, and one straight up the middle piercing up through where his head had been. In its place is the “glorious cock” he had been so adamant in having Elizabeth's lips wrapped around.

“Layla,” Anzu says approaching the priestess resting a hand on her shoulder drawing up her attention.

“We need to bury him.” Layla says using her sleeve to wipe away her vast amount of tears. “We...we owe the Master that much at least.”

Anzu remains silent for a moment but ultimately decides on granting her approval allowing the priestess to go looking for something she can dig with. As she does, Serenity comes up letting go of the leashes allowing the husks to just stand there while Stardust slowly trots about keeping close to her Mistress.

“Do we need to keep an eye on her now?” The succubus asks in a hushed tone watching Layla find a shield and uses that to begin digging.

“Why do you ask?” The dark elf replies.

“Just...with the departure of the Master and now the death of the Master above all, it makes me wonder if she'll look at this war as being over.”

“She's still loyal, Serenity.” Anzu replies. “Otherwise, she would have run by now. Unless you're still maintaining control over her.”

“I'm not.” Serenity says shaking her head.

“Then why would you question her loyalty?”

“I wasn't.” Serenity looks toward Anzu. “I was testing your leadership.”

Anzu, not too certain what to make of that, watches as Serenity sends both Cynthia and the paladin to assist Layla in digging the grave. Once it's done, Cynthia and the paladin lower the body inside covering it back up as Layla gives last rites. When all's said and done, Serenity activates her pheromones to calm those around her sending the trio into a lust filled state leaving Anzu to satisfy herself with the sprites.

A few days following the conflict, the group returns to the breeding farm relieved to see it still under orc control. Though for how long remains an uncertainty for them as Serenity locks up Cynthia and the paladin while Anzu hangs the cage containing the pair of sprites off a hook.

“We'll need to discuss what to do next.” Serenity says walking out from leaving Stardust in her stable only for Anzu to stop her.

“Look, now that your pheromones finally worn off me, I need to ask you something. You said before you were testing out my leadership. Why?”

“Because we require a new Master now. With the Master dead and Contessa converted, we have no one on the field leading this army.”

“You expect that person to be me?”

“I'll certainly put your name on the table.” Serenity answers back not exactly cheering Anzu up any.

“Let's just go to the meeting. We'll figure out what we can do from there.”

The two head off into the breeding farm proper where inside a series of elves and human females rest in stalls running through various stages of pregnancy. Orc children sleep in the lofts above while those with some power reside around the small fire pit where an orc wrangler stirs the embers with a branding iron. Among them all, Anzu is the first to speak.

“Catch me up to the complete situation.”

The orc wrangler looks to Layla and nods giving the priestess room to kneel down and draw out a crude map of the nation so that the wrangler can explain.

“The human army has nearly taken back every stronghold the elves ever had. From the intelligence our scouts have gathered, they've taken everything aside from this farm and two other outposts. We've lost the forge and the main encampment and now you say we've lost our Chieftain and Master?”

“I'll admit this war has not turned into what it should have been-”

“It wasn't MEANT to even BE a war.” The wrangler snarls out. “We were promised complete conquest.”

“And you'll still have it.” Anzu says using her tone to take back control of the situation while Layla looks up feeling uncertain about being the only human in this group. Once she sees that the wrangler has calmed down, the dark elf continues. “It's obvious that this isn't a safe location so we'll have to vacate this camp and go east.”

Layla lets out a little squeak but an orc swiftly grabs her hair pressing a rusted dagger against her throat.

“You'll speak never, swine!”

“Put that blade away.” Anzu commands. “My slave will speak when I command it of her.”

The orc lets go of Layla's hair moving the dagger from her throat then steps back as Anzu gives the priestess a nod of approval for speaking.

“Thank you, Mistress. If I may speak freely of your intentions.”

“You may.”

“Thank you again, Mistress.” Layla says bowing her head before pointing down to what is the northern part of the nation along her map. “I believe going east would be the wrong move to make, as evidenced by the pattern the human army is making.”

Hearing that the wrangler snarls. “Don't think you aren't one of them to us, slave.”

Anzu gives him a solid glare telling him that doesn't matter right now before gesturing Layla to continue.

“They intend to encompass this entire nation, make the final strike on the capital a pincer attack.”

Anzu kneels down to take a better look at the way Layla is drawing her fingers along the map.

“They're going down the eastern and southern rims leaving the central part for last.”

“With exceptions to the main encampment, Mistress, that's precisely the case. If we were to go east we would only run into half of the Empress' army.”

“So you're suggesting we go straight for the capital then?”

Layla nods her head. “Yes, Mistress. If we go now we should be able to be unseen even if we take the carts.”

“Alright, prepare them. Any slaves with full use of their legs will pull the carts.” Anzu orders as the orcs set out only for the wrangler and a few others to grumble under their breaths muttering about the dark elf being the slave's slave.

In response to that, Anzu takes out the branding iron pressing it deeply to the back of the wranglers neck making him cry out as the other two orcs draw out their daggers willing to defend their cohort only for the dark elf to drop the iron down and confront them.

“He's a slave now, would you both really die for such an object?” She asks as the two orcs look to one another each shaking their heads and sheathing up their miniature blades and walk away. Anzu turns and leaves the wrangler on the ground taking Layla bringing her up to her feet. “Go and get a cart ready for me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The priestess responds heading off leaving Anzu to sigh and turn back seeing Serenity smirking at her.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just...impressed is all.”

“Making enemies out of stressed orcs is impressive?”

“Maybe not the way you put it.” Serenity says with a shrug.

“How fast can Stardust go without a carriage?” Anzu asks as Serenity looks over at her filly.

“As fast as I tell it to go. Why?”

“I need you to race ahead to the capital and set up for our arrival.”

“Not to make light of the situation, but I'm sure they'll have plenty of lodging now.”

“No. We won't be staying in the capital.” Anzu says whispering now knowing she'll have to tell everyone else later anyway but wants them busy on prepping to leave. “As soon as we arrive I intend to board what vessels they can spare and sailing to the mountains.”

“You intend to speak with the Overlord?”

“He's the only one with the remaining army that could keep this war afloat.”

Serenity looks over seeing some of the sows being loaded up into the carriages while others are hitched at the front including the former wrangler.

“You know they would never accept any goblins or orcs on their land now.” Serenity states as Anzu sighs and nods. “Good luck with telling them all that.”

“Good luck with telling them about our plans of escape. Oh, take the sprites with you. I don't trust they've been fully broken in without you around yet.”

Serenity nods and goes over grabbing up the cage removing the sprites and stuffing them into a burlap sack she ties off at the side of her belt. After leading Stardust from her pen, she gets up onto her back and flicks the reins sending the former Valkyrie racing down through the forest as quick as she can.

“Mistress?” Layla says getting the attention of Anzu before stepping to the side bowing her head giving full display of the single cart with both Cynthia and the paladin hitched up to. “Your transport is ready.”

--

Following a days straight travel, Stardusts hoof boots finally make contact with the extended bridge of concrete leading up into the capital city of Elura. Right inside the front gates Serenity is surprised to already see someone there to greet her upon the return.

“Shaman. You knew I was coming?”

“A scout reported it.” The elderly orc says reaching out to stroke his hand along Stardust's neck. “I barely had time to come and greet you before your horse made it to the bridge.”

“She is impressive.” Serenity says sliding off the saddle hanging up the reins knowing that no matter where she goes that Stardust will surely follow. “If you have scouts out then I take it you've heard of our Master?”

“Yes. Troubling news to lose both so suddenly. Is there truly no hope for reverting Contessa?”

“Her body was truly deformed beyond repair, Shaman. Even if she were convinced back to our side she would be of little assistance. Not to mention that if she were turned against us once...”

“I see.” The shaman says stroking his long beard as the three of them stroll slowly down the street in a manner so calm is catches Serenity a little off guard.

“Are there any plans on dealing with the humans when they finally arrive here?”

“None, I'm afraid. We sent an envoy to the Overlord but what came back was the ship lit aflame and the envoys severed head stuck to the steering wheel.”

“He truly holds grievances with the Master, doesn't he?”

“Not precisely a time for jokes but the statement cannot be met as false. The Overlord trusted the Chieftain with some of his own people, valiant soldiers and excellent generals...all we've had to return in favor were stories of how they perished.”

“Anzu's returning back here.” Serenity says not exactly surprising the orc before her. “She intends to sail to the Overlord's castle and speaking with him herself. As a demi, her words may have more sway than that of an orcs.”

“There is little to lose in allowing this to happen. We'll do what we can to prepare a few ships.” The shaman says starting toward the docks but then stops and looks back at Serenity. “Anzu was put in charge of the breeding farm, correct?”

“Yes. She's bringing the sows with her.”

“Have they all recently produced?”

“A few have, a few more are well on their way. But there are others who have just started.”

“Then I'm afraid she cannot go with them all. We can't chance sending in pregnant sows and having the Overlord believe we are using Anzu's trip as a ruse to spread about our people there. Those that will not produce before arriving at their port will be left behind. Those that produce along the way...Serenity,” He reaches out putting a hand on her shoulder giving her a stern look. “You know what must be done. For the sake of our people.”

--

Days later, Anzu arrives with her caravan of tired slaves having them continue on through the city streets, some of whom having not been within the limits since being enslaved in the first place. Those that are caught looking around with feelings of nostalgia are swiftly whipped bringing their attention back ahead of them. As the shaman had suggested, Anzu only has those slaves who have recently produced or will produce within the next couple weeks brought down to the galley to row the ships. As this process is completed, the shaman approaches the dark elf for a final bit of discussion.

“When you arrive keep your eyes set to the sea. When the human army arrives at our gates, we'll send a ship with red sails.” He says before continuing more gravely. “When the gates have been breached and all hope is lost...”

“Shaman...”

“When that happens we will send out a ship with black sails. When you witness that sight, do not return to Elura. The basin was set to properly defend against the Overlords armada.”

“Either way, shaman, the Master's flag will fly above this castle to watch over Elizabeth's execution.”

“I will hope to witness the rolling of her head.”

The dark elf smiles.

“We'll see you.”

Anzu heads onto the ship letting its planks be pulled up onboard as down in the galley, Layla hears the sudden beating of the drum and she begins stroking the giant oars with the other slaves hearing their beats and the rattling of chains.

Up above, Serenity makes her way toward the bow seeing Anzu standing by looking out at the water way ahead of them.

“Shouldn't the captain be in the bridge?”

“I wish you wouldn't call me that, Serenity.” Anzu sighs. “I'm nothing like a Master. All I did was follow the command in keeping things in line and continuing with the planned domination.”

Serenity just smiles as she turns leaning herself against the taffrail looking out watching the oars work in unison.

“I think you would make a grand Master, Anzu, that priestess pet of yours is more obedient to you than Stardust is of me.”

“Really? You don't think Stardust is down pining to be up by her Master's side? Or vice versa?” Anzu says setting aside her anxiety of things to come with a little smile. Though she's glad to see it gets a more blushing smile from the succubus.

“I'm telling myself not to go visit her until we land. Otherwise I might break her from the oars and have her in my room. But you can't tell me you aren't feeling the same thing with the priestess.”

Anzu sighs smiling a little herself taking a moment to look out at the sea ahead.

“I'd be lying if I said I would spring her for purely sexual favors. She has a mind for tactics and I'd very much enjoy to hear more of them.”

Serenity gives her friend a firm swat on the ass as she comes in closer.

“Just tactics?”

Anzu blushes trying to look away but can barely get her head from just looking down.

“She told me she worships one from our pantheon.”

“Oh? Which one?”

Anzu shakes her head. “She won't say. Something about being worried that if it got out a demon god favored a human...”

“Human slave.”

“Makes no difference. Human is human and if one, even if as lowly as a slave, is seen above their own kind and devoted followers...”

“Makes sense. So you-”

“Captain!” A female dryad calls out rushing up to them huffing once they arrive. “One of the sows is producing.”

Upon following the dryad down into the galley they indeed see one of the elven sows taken from her spot in the oars to the side in order to produce. The drum still beats and the dryad resumes her walk down the centre whipping any slave that tries to look back.

The elf screams throughout the procedure as Serenity does what she can to help numb the pain until after a fair deal of pushing the elf gives birth to a healthy orc child. The elf groans taking deep breaths as Serenity requests for the child. This being the elf's first, she slowly sits up watching the succubus walk away with the child.

“What...what are you doing?”

Anzu brings the elf up and sets her back in place locking her wrists up in the shackles.

“My baby.”

“Grip the oar.” Anzu commands and the elf does but she keeps watching Serenity.

“My...my baby. Is it...is it fine?” She looks up at Anzu. “Will it serve the Master well?”

Anzu says nothing and walks off as the elf watches Serenity approach one of the oar windows.

“No...” The elf says.

“ROW, you knife eared bitch!” The dryad shouts whipping her back with a prickled vine making the elf cry out but not as loud as when Serenity throws the newborn babe into the water.