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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is an average sized entry at about 5,500 words. There’s no explicit sex scene, although there’s heat built at the end of the chapter centered around women being sold into sexual slavery.

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Chapter Five: Songs of Safety in the Forest and the First Shipment

Kilne and Amitkoa still sat in the pool of the bathhouse, transfixed by the lion’s head statue. They stared at it, awaiting more travelers to enter the place and decide how to use their curvaceous bodies. They continued to stare blankly ahead even as heavy footfalls sounded from outside.

A single figure entered the bathhouse, but luckily for them it was no man. The figure was a woman, a gigantic woman so large she had to lean down and practically crawl through the doorway to enter the small bathhouse. Once through the doorway she rose back to her feet, standing over ten feet tall.

The Collossi stared silently at first, looming so tall her head touched the ceiling of the bathhouse. She wasn’t just tall but thick and wide, her body nothing but muscle and plump curves. Her breasts were massive, but their true size seemed to be constrained and suppressed by the strips of leather clothing the imposing figure had wrapped tightly around her body.

Her hair was platinum and although long was pulled up into a tight bun on the back of her head. That left her face on prominent display. It was a face that was unsettlingly inhuman due to its immense size, yet the happy smile she wore gave her face a prettiness that softened her hulking features. There was more to the smile. I radiated a peaceful pressure that worked to clear some of the stupefying magic that hung in the moist, steamy air of the bathhouse.

Slung over her back was a huge stuffed pack and a massive mace nearly the size of a normal Human.  The Collossi, seeing the transfixed women in the bathing pool, did not move to draw the weapon. Instead she started forward, smiling happily with her eyes focused on the two hypnotized Nemorvians.

“There you are,” she said, her voice feminine yet a deep rumble that echoed loudly through the small bathhouse.

When she reached the two women sitting naked in the water she leaned down, grabbing each of them with one of her massive hands. She lifted them with so much ease it seemed as if their weight was inconsequential to her mighty muscles.

As she rose they dangled limply in her grasp, their naked bodies dripping water. She quickly turned, leaning down as she approached the door and carrying the two women out into the daylight. She sat them down in the road, both women standing on their feet but taking no other action.

“You just wait here,” she said to them in a manner that made it clear she understood they wouldn’t really hear her words.

She turned to duck back into the bathhouse and quickly returned with their clothing and weapons held in her huge hands. She dropped their gear at their feet then stood tall before them, crossing her arms and smiling down at them.

“Poor things. Who knows what has happened to them since they went into this vile place.” She glanced back at the bathhouse, her pretty features twisting in hatred for a moment. “It would please me to tear the building down, but the Queen has commanded us to take no actions that would reveal that her forces are nearby.”

She turned back to the two Nemorvians. “Well, best be fixing your minds.” She reached her arms out before her, her fingers spread and her palms pointing towards their faces. She muttered a few quick arcane words that caused her hands to glow with blue energy. The energy flowed out from her hands into the women’s heads. Then, as the energy started to fade, they both blinked their eyes.

“Be at peace, little Nemorvians,” the Collossi boomed soothingly. “I am Zomos and I have been sent to retrieve you.”

Kilne and Amitkoa look confused and disoriented but when they glance up at the Collossi looming before them then back to the bathhouse some of that confusion disappeared.

“You saved us from that place,” Amitkoa said, staring up at the Collossi.

“Yes,” Zomos replied, smiling kindly down at her. “The bathhouses on the road to Iphasea are not to be trusted. Some are as they seem but others are like this one. They hold a powerful enchantment designed to leave attractive women ensorcelled so that they can be more easily captured and brought to the brothels of the capital. They are a trap to enslave women and turn them into sexual toys.”

She stood tall, glaring fiercely at the building. “But such perversions shall soon be put to an end for the mighty Fey Queen Faeven is gathering an army of woman liberators in these very woods. Once gathered we shall free all the women held in sexual servitude in Iphasea City.” As Zomos mentioned the Fey Queen her face lit up with joy, as if the woman’s name were a charm that chased away all bad thoughts and feelings.

Zomos looked back down at the two Nemorvians. “And those captured by this foul place’s charms are left playthings for any male traveler passing by.” It was a statement but by the way she looked into each of their eyes the two Nemorvians also felt it was a question as well.

Kilne quickly broke eye contact and looked away, shame on her pretty young face. But Amitkoa, the older of the two, glared up at the Collossi. “It has happened to us,” she declared, her words making it clear her anger was not directed at the huge woman. “I can’t remember it clearly but… there were men. And they used us.”

Zomos knelt before them so their eyes were more level. She reached her huge arms out to hold them protectively, telling them, “No man shall use you in such a way again.”

Kilne seemed soothed by the Collossi but Amitkoa pulled away from the massive woman’s embrace. “Someone else promised us the same thing,” she said, wrapping her arms around her naked breasts protectively. Then her eyes opened wide and she turned around, looking about in alarm. “Where is Novaoa?”

Zomos blinked. “It was only you two in there,” she said dumbly. Then, snarling in anger she stood, slamming the palm of one hand onto her forehead. “Stupid! There were supposed to be three of you. I was so excited to have found you I forgot all about that. Do you remember what happened to her?”

“No,” the two Nemorvians said in unison. Then Amitkoa spoke, “She was with us when we entered. And… and I know she was there when the men arrived. But everything after that is a foggy blur…”

“Perhaps they took her,” Kilne said, looking distraught and on the verge of tears.

“Maybe,” Zomos replied, looking down the road that led to Iphasea City. “If the men did take her some of the Queen’s other agents may rescue her before they reach the city. But sometimes women who fall into this trap wander off on their own, muddled and zombie like thanks to the cursed place’s magic. She may simply be lost in the forest, although they hold many threats of their own. Yet the Queen’s Fey are patrolling the forest even as we speak. They look for you three and any other women in need. And they work to ensure our presence is not discovered by the men that are our enemies.”

As she spoke both Nemorvians bent down and started dressing, both eager to have their naked bodies covered and once more have their weapons at their side. “Her gear is here with ours,” Amitkoa said, “but it looks like our horses are gone.”

“That could mean anything,” the Collossi replied, looking about suddenly as if afraid they were being watched. “It is not good for me to stay here long in the open. And you two are being hunted,” she added, looking down at them with concern.

“By Minotaurs,” Amitkoa said with a nod. “We’d been running and hiding for a long time before coming here.”

“These Minotaurs are known to us,” Zomos replied, looking even more concerned. “They have an evil reputation, especially when it comes to dealing with women. They are not a band of just three or four, their numbers are far greater. To encounter them with just us three would not go well for us. That is why you must come with me, deep into the forest where the Queen gathers her forces. The camp is hidden and will take many days to reach. But once there we shall be safe. Upon arrival we may even discover that your friend has reached the camp before us.”

“And what is expected of us once we arrive there?” Amitkoa asked, her tone making it clear she thought the offered safety came at some unmentioned price.

“Then you will join our army,” Zomos declared, “and you shall help us free the women of Iphasea City.”

Kilne placed a hand on Amitkoa’s shoulder. “This is exactly what Novaoa wanted for us! We were never going to be able to do it alone.”

“Yes,” Amitkoa replied, fresh determination on her face. “Although she wanted only to free the other Nemorvians. This Queen, though, strives for more. And that feels right to me. Hopefully we shall meet Novaoa again, if not with this Fey Queen’s army then in Iphasea city. If that is where she is then we will save her the way she saved us.”

“If that is where she ends up then we shall save her,” Zomos said eagerly. “And every other woman held there in sexual slavery. But now we must be on the move, come, into the forest. I shall lead the way.”

* * *

Novaoa woke slowly. At first she felt only pain but slowly the pain in her body began to lessen as if being leached away by some magic. Then, little by little, she became aware of the faint sound of a flute playing. The music was strange, light and drifting to her on the wind. It was like a whisper the world had only for her. There was soft, powerful magic interwoven with the music and she quickly realized that it was the music making her body less sore, that the tune was healing her.

For a moment the healing faltered as the memories of her ordeal at the hands, and cocks, of the Trolls returned to her. Her recovery wavered, despair threatening to overtake her. She started to sink back into unconsciousness but then the music grew louder. A moment later the memories were chased away and the healing continued.

Eventually she was able to open her eyes. Sun shined down through the trees overhead. She blinked, letting her vision adjust to the brightness. Then, seeing what towered above her, she gasped. Quickly, her body still hurting, she frantically crawled away from the two Trolls looming above her.

As she scrambled away she realized something was wrong. The Trolls weren’t chasing her. She blinked again, stopping her mad dash to freedom to look at them. It seemed the two beasts had returned to fuck her. Their huge monstrous cocks stood erect and throbbing, yet the beasts were unmoving as if frozen in time moments before falling upon her.

As she thought this the music became louder. She turned her head, trying to pinpoint what direction it was coming from. It was impossible to locate as the music seemed to be coming from every direction at once. But it was growing louder, getting closer, that was clear.

Novaoa began to get to her feet, feeling more refreshed with every moment that passed. As she stood she looked at the Trolls. They were motionless except for the drool pooling then dripping out of their open mouths. The music kept her fear and despair at bay yet as she looked at them she knew that if they had gotten her a second time her mind would not have survived the ordeal. She shivered, ashamed she had been defeated so easily.

Think not on such things, a musical feminine voice rang in her mind. Come away from this place so you can be truly safe. Follow the music to me, brave Nemorvian, for I have searched long for you.

She turned, instinctively knowing which way to go now. She was aware that she would not have been able to resist the request of the voice she heard in her mind if she had wanted to. The magical music was not just healing her, it was enchanting and enthralling her. But this did not fill Novaoa with dread. This was not an evil force. Everything told her that surrendering to it was safe.

Novaoa moved through the woods for some time, only vaguely aware of her surroundings. With every step the music grew louder. The clearer the music became the more healed she felt, in both body and mind. Even after she was fully physically healed the music continued to work its magic on her, leaving her feeling more powerful and brave than she’d ever felt before.

The trees around her were thick, their tangled branches and leaves making a ceiling above her that only faint light seeped through. Then, as she moved ever forward towards the music filling her with might and bravery, the canopy above her parted. A shaft of bright, almost blinding light shined down on her, making her halt. She was staggered by the intensity of the light yet felt completely safe and protected by its warmth.

A figure suddenly appeared above her, floating down from the branches of the trees. It was a woman, small and thin with tiny perfectly rounded breasts and a small plump ass. She had wild, curly bright red hair. Her features were dainty and pointed, her ears elongated and tipped like an Elve’s. But there was an otherworldly air to the small woman, something more magical than even a High Elve radiated. That power seemed to flow forth from the forest around them, swirling around the small woman with golden spasms and sparks of visible magical energy.

As Novaoa stared up in awe she realized the small Fey woman was not floating but rather she was hovering. Translucent, shimmering wings on her back fluttered quickly, keeping her airborne. They reminded Novaoa of a dragonfly’s wings, only colored more beautifully.

The Fey woman’s pretty eyes were filled with benevolent mischievousness while her small, narrow lips smiled around the flute held up to her mouth. The flute itself seemed to be made of wood but looked not as if it was carved but rather as if it had grown naturally and been plucked like a fruit from some enchanted tree. Glowing golden energy flowed down through the wood then when it reached the end of the flute it sparked out before it. For a moment the energy took the form of musical notes before turning to golden vapor that flowed swirling around the Fey woman.

Fluttering, the woman moved the flute from her mouth yet the music continued, fainter but still filling the air around her. “Novaoa the Nemorvian,” she said, her voice a soft feminine song as musical as the sounds that were coming from her flute, “we have searched long for you.”

Her wings fluttered furiously as she slowly descended to the forest floor. Then, as her naked feet touched the dirt below her, her wings shuddered and pulled behind her, curling up into themselves and then moving flat against her back, disappearing as they did so.

“I am Meadow and I come to bring you the tidings of Queen Faeven. She knows of your past, of your time of sexual servitude and how that has driven you to try and free the other members of your race. She also desires this, but not just the Nemorvians. She desires to free ALL women who are sexually enslaved by men.”

Novaoa was so awed by the Fey woman’s presence she dropped onto her knees, bowing before her. She looked up, feeling nothing but warmth as the Fey smiled kindly down at her. “You have saved me,” Novaoa declared. “I owe you, and your queen, my life.”

“Then rise, warrior Novaoa, and come join my Queen’s war of liberation.”

“Yes,” Novaoa replied, rising quickly to her feet. “I shall! I MUST. Please, show me the way.”

“I will,” Meadow replied, stepping closer. Novaoa noticed that her feet only barely touched the earth below her and that small greenery sprouted from under her feet as she lifted them back up. “You are strong and the fire for revenge burns bright in your heart. Yet we cannot be too careful. Alaria is a world full of threats, many that would like nothing more than to see Queen Faeven brought low to suffer the same fate that once befell you. She must be careful, and her trust must be earned.”

“I don’t understand,” Novaoa said, furrowing her brow.

“I will take you to my Queen and at her feet you will be given a test that will make it so you can speak truth and only truth. In the past my Queen’s foes have sent agents to us disguised as allies. Till you can be tested you must be blindfolded, lest any forces working through you see where our army camps. You shall also be allowed no weapon till you are proved a true ally.”

“Alright,” Novaoa replied. “But this forest is dangerous. Will you protect me on our journey?”

The Fey woman laughed, the sound more music than voice. “Oh yes. Although much darkness flows through these woods the ancient power we Fey draw our strength from is very powerful here. With me by your side you need not fear anything.”

Then she stepped closer, moving a hand towards Novaoa’s face and twirling it about as she worked the magical power swirling about her. A blindfold made of interwoven green leaves appeared and wrapped around Novaoa’s head, blinding her from the world around her.

Meadow placed a hand on Novaoa’s shoulder, calming warmth radiating from it. “I will lead you. Before long you shall meet the Queen and be tested. The journey may take days, maybe even longer since you will be blindfolded,” she told Novaoa, “but my presence will alter your sense of time and it will seem but a few brief moments.” Then, with the Fey leading the way, they began to march through the woods with purpose.

* * *

Jennenes Moonlight strode through the busy streets of Iphasea City, his royal guard surrounding him. Looking around he was proud of how large the city had grown during his life, although he begrudgingly admitted to himself that was mostly his father’s doing. His “kingdom” had been little more than a few newly settled towns populated mostly by Humans when his father had arrived in the region. But through brute force of willpower (and some magical aid) he had gathered the towns together under his banner and turned the central Iphasea City into a bustling metropolis.

Geographically Iphasea was a small kingdom. Aside from the capital there were only a handful of other towns of note under its banner and one could ride from one border to the other in only a couple of days. To the north was the Shadow Mountains, full of Dwarven cities built into and under the mountains. The eastern border was surrounded by a vast forest that no monarch yet laid claim to, although Jennenes had done much to prove his dominion over it. The expansion of territory was not so much about the forest itself but the thriving cities on the other side whose trade did much to enrich him.

Looking about he saw that the population of his capital city was a diverse mix of races. Many who came to visit who were aware an Elve was king were surprised to find Elves only a small minority of the population. Jennenes’ father had not been from this region, he had simply come and claimed the land as his own.

Iphasea had a diverse population yet one race was far more numerous than any other: Humans. Their lives were so much shorter than most other races in Alaria, yet it seemed they were destined to populate their world with far greater numbers than any other. Jennenes didn’t mind.

The Humans were easily manipulated or outright intimidated into doing what he wanted them to do. There was also the fact that their short lives held a boon Jennenes’ father had discovered early on, one Jennenes planned to continue to take advantage of. He was a full-blooded High Elve and as such his life would last far beyond entire generations of a Human’s. This would allow him to rule over them with an iron fist while their short lives fluttered past him with almost no notice.

But it wasn’t Humans that had brought him out into the city that day, it was Dwarves. The first shipment of Dwarven women from King Teddem who were being sent to serve as sex slaves in the city’s brothels were arriving.

As Jennenes and his retinue of guards and attendants turned a corner to approach the open court of the slave market the banners of the new Dwarven king flew high above the crowd. He smiled seeing the simple yet elegant beauty of the new kingdom’s flag: a green background with the angry runic face of the Teddem clan’s ancestors on it. It had been their clan’s crest before the crowning of the new king, the only addition being a golden crown atop the scowling face’s head.

King Teddem’s mountain kingdom was geographically smaller even than his own, yet Jennenes knew the Dwarven cities were pressed closer together leaving the two neighboring kingdom’s populations about equal. Their economies had always been heavily dependent on each other and fostering a close alliance with the new king was an obvious step. Together they gave each other’s royal line credibility. Before Jennenes had been a king because he said he was. But now they were two kings who said each was king of their land, their claim to their lands supported by a foreign monarch.

It was a very beneficial alliance, yet a thought tugged at Jennenes’ mind. They were both such small kingdoms, but if they were joined under one banner, one king, why that could be the beginning of a true empire!

But those were plans for later. He’d need to wait and see if King Teddem was able to hold onto his crown. Then he’d need to see if the old Dwarve was happy with his small mountain kingdom or if he too desired expansion.

These thoughts were temporarily chased from his head as the murmuring crowd around the large carriages that were flying the new kingdom’s flag parted as his guards pushed past them. The lead carriage was a sturdy, imposing creation covered in thick metal armor with Dwarven guards sitting on top. Even the hearty ponies that pulled it wore armored barding. The sight made Jennenes wonder if the Dwarven kingdom had as many problems with bandits as he had or if this carriage was simply meant to be a display of their military might. There were certainly enough heavily armed troops manning it to cause trouble should they wish, something his royal guard quickly noticed.

The armored carriage was quickly forgotten once Jennenes noticed the large cart it had pulled into the city. The cart carried a huge metal cage, the sturdy bars keeping a horde of barely dressed Dwarven women imprisoned within. “My first shipment,” the king muttered happily, pressing past his guards to take a closer look.

Inside the cage he could see that the women held within were filth-covered and terrified. Some still wore the remnants of fine Dwarven dresses, the garments having been ripped and torn off their bodies leaving only scraps of colorful fabric behind. Others seemed to only have filthy rags tied around their plump, curvaceous bodies.

He knew the journey from the Shadow Mountains was a short one and that the king in the mountain had only claimed his crown in the last week. Yet these women all looked so scared and broken it was as if they had been held prisoner for months.

“Perhaps I’ve underestimated King Teddem’s cruelty,” he mumbled to himself, slowly walking around the cart and looking in at the women. They each cowered and pulled back from him as he passed. Thanks to the crown he wore on his head he knew they must be aware of who he was. He figured most if not all knew why they had been brought to him. Knowing that made their cowering even more delicious to Jennenes.

“A good haul,” he said. All the prisoners were plump, wide women. He knew to many Humans a Dwarven woman looked fat but even with that prejudice there would be many into such bodies and even more willing to overlook their thick, wide builds if it meant taking a turn with a woman with such a big fat ass or such huge, heavy breasts.

“Oh yes, you all will make me very rich,” he said louder, reaching in and grabbing one of the women’s plump breasts. As he squeezed her flesh she snarled and pulled back, trying to slap his hand away.

Two of his armored guards stepped forward to punish the woman but before they could act a sinister-looking Dwarve with a dirty beard was beside them, jamming some kind of thick shaft in at the woman. Jennenes saw that it was tipped with a glowing golden metal and as it slammed into the slave woman magical energy sparked, making her howl in pain. A moment later she collapsed, falling to the floor of the cart and curling up into a fetal position as she began to sob. The other women tried to pull back away from her, obviously afraid they would be jabbed with the rod of pain next.

“They’ll need some breaking in, Your Majesty,” the Dwarve with the rod said. “King Teddem was confident you and those that run your brothels will know how. My king also wanted to show you his goodwill. You will find that most of these sluts have been branded with a rune that will make it so they do as they are told, although even with this most will need training to perform well in the, uh, ‘unique’ tasks required of one working in a brothel. These were mostly noblewomen a couple of weeks ago and they were not accustomed to following the orders of others nor doing indecent things, especially with members of other races.”

Jennenes nodded and muttered his thanks, telling the Dwarve to relay the sentiment to his king. But it was clear he had grown distracted, staring intently at one specific Dwarven woman. When he pointed to her the woman quickly averted her face as if trying to hide it now that she had seen the king noticing her.

“Tell me what you know about that one,” he demanded.

The gruff Dwarve came to stand closer to him, looking where the Elven king was pointing. A wide smile spread across his face, his thick dirty beard shifting with the drastic change in expression. “Ah, noticed her did you? My king wondered if you would. He made sure the runic power that was branded onto her flesh was strong, strong enough to break her will. Can’t see it now since she’s cowering like a mountain rat, but it’s on her lower back, just above the crack on her ass. My king had thought about branding her mighty tits with it but thought it might decrease her worth.”

Jennenes continued to stare with burning intensity at the woman as she curled up and tried to crawl deeper into the mass of filth-covered Dwarven women to escape the gaze of the king. As she did so her massive breasts dragged on the cart’s dirty floor, causing her to stop and wrap her arms under them protectively. Her breasts were by far the largest of all the women in the cart and would have eventually made her stand out, but it was the woman’s face that had made Jennenes notice her first. It is a familiar face.

“How did she come to be in the cart? Why has she been sent to me in this manner?” Jennenes demanded. The woman looked up at him, fear and despair on her face. The expression brought a fiendish, cruel smile to the king’s lips. It was exciting to see an expression on the woman’s face so different than the one he remembered remaining on her features the last time he saw her. Then it had seemed the only one the woman was capable of, while now it seemed she’d never again look so haughty and self-confident.

“The newly forged crown had barely been placed on King Teddem’s head for a day before it was revealed this fowl creature was plotting to kill and replace him. Her cowardly followers tried to take the king in his bedchamber as he slept. Armed only with a candelabra from his nightstand King Teddem was able to fend off the first attackers, disarming one. As soon as a weapon was in his hands he slayed the men and women there to kill him. But he didn’t kill her.

“Instead, he called all the important clan members to court as he sat upon his new throne. He had his guards rip her clothing from her as he sat and passed judgment on the bitch. He swore oaths against her even though she was of his own flesh. The book of grudges was brought before the king and her name was written as a curse, all her standing as a member of both the new royal family and as a member of the Teddem clan removed. Outside the book of grudges her name is never to be uttered again in our kingdom. From that day forth she would be nameless, perhaps the greatest humiliation a Dwarve can face.

“But the king was far from done with her, his wrath so mighty. As she was branded with the slave rune before the full court the king declared her ingenious plotting would be rewarded. For a moment there had been hope on her face. The king revealed it was her mind that had concocted the plan to break the clans to his will by sending their women to be slaves in your brothels.

“All eyes turned to her, hatred burning in most of them as many in the room had relatives or wives waiting to be brought to you. He then declared since it was her genius plot that had done much to win him the throne it would only be right if she was sent to meet the same fate, to experience just how truly effective a ploy it was.”

The Dwarve looked in at the cowering woman holding her breasts protectively. “The former Lady Teddem no longer holds any claim to the Teddem clan name nor the royal lineage. She has been made nameless, a nearly worthless sack of flesh that’s only real value are her huge tits. They are a gift to you from my king, to do with as you please.”

“Tell King Teddem,” Jennenes said slowly, grinning happily at the terrified Dwarven woman, “that this pleases me greatly. Any favor he requires he need only ask.” He didn’t tell the Dwarve what a genius move the king had made. He got rid of a traitor and at the same time created a convenient scapegoat for the noble families to point their hatred at. She would now take all the blame for their women being sent to become sexual slaves.

He turned, snapping his fingers and calling forth one of the attendants that had accompanied him. “Auction off all the Dwarven women to the highest bidders. Begin at once, it is clear the brothel owners knew of their forthcoming arrival and that they are already gathered here in anticipation. The coin earned from their sale is to be split evenly between my coffers and King Teddem.” That last bit hadn’t been part of their agreed arrangement, but Jennenes knew it would buy him much goodwill with the new king.

Jennenes turned to the Dwarve slave driver. “Wait till the auction is over, you’ll have chests of coin to place in that armored carriage of yours and bring back to your king.” The Dwarve bowed and backed away.

“Sell them all,” Jennenes repeated, “except THAT one.” He pointed to the former Lady Teddem and stared directly into her fear-filled eyes. “It is to be brought to the palace and cleaned up. After that take it to my chambers but keep it naked. It will be my personal fuck-toy.” He took a step closer to the cart, staring at her with carnal hunger burning in his eyes. “It will be my new fucktoy till I grow bored of it or, more likely, till it breaks.”