Chapter Five
Soon they could no longer hear the Slethraan orgy taking place behind them, but even so they hurried down the passageway. Seraphina wouldn't be satisfied until she was safely back home in her village—and even then, she wasn't so sure she'd be at ease after the shocking things she'd witnessed. Just knowing that the Slethraans were out there, and what they sought elven women for, Seraphina felt she'd always be looking over her shoulder.
The Tallah elf had led them through the tunnels with confidence, choosing directions at the forks with no hesitation. Seraphina began to wonder if she'd somehow memorized the path they took as they were brought in. But at the next four-way intersection, the Tallah elf slowed.
"Do you know the way?" Gelda asked anxiously.
The Tallah elf ignored her, looking intently down one direction of passage before darting her head to the next one and looking again.
She doesn't know.
Seraphina's heart sank with the realization.
We could be lost here for some time. And the longer we stay...
Suddenly the Tallah elf took off down the left-hand passage, and the Fella'aya elves in tow certainly knew better than to argue. Seraphina felt incredibly guilty about leaving Celenithra and Binha behind, but there was nothing they could do. Had they stayed, they would have suffered the same fate. It seemed too late for them now, and she was certain that their friends would have wanted them to escape.
They had been going long enough now that their speed had slowed a bit as they caught their breath. But they did not stop moving. All of them wanted nothing more than to be free of this horrible nightmare, and put it all behind them as soon as possible.
They rounded another corner and the Tallah leading the group came to an abrupt halt. Seraphina jerked her head around the Tallah to see a figure standing in the darkness ahead. Thankfully, it was far too small to be a Slethraan. As they cautiously approached, it soon became clear that it was another elf slave, standing alone in the darkness, staring straight ahead.
"Poor girl," Gelda said softly as they approached. "I wonder how long she's been standing there like that. Did they forget about her?"
As they drew closer, Seraphina got a better look at one of the enslaved elves up close and personal. Her skin had the same cold and lifeless gray pallor as the others, and she bore the spiral mark of Slethraa on her bald pubic mound. Her white hair was wild and unkempt, and her blank white eyes were completely devoid of any awareness or thought. Seraphina stared at those empty eyes with fascination, imagining what the experience must be like for the enslaved elf—did she have any awareness at all? Could she understand what they were talking about?
"Maybe we can take her with us?" Gelda proposed. "Perhaps there's a way to undo what the Slethraans have done to her."
"No. She will slow us down," the Tallah elf said sternly. "We move."
As soon as they passed the slave, she opened her mouth and emitted an ear-piercing shriek. All three of the escaped elves recoiled in surprise to hear her not only make any utterance at all, but one so shockingly loud. The sound echoed down the tunnels in all directions.
"
No!
She's calling them!" the Tallah elf cried and darted down the hall again. They didn't get far at all before the ground lifted beneath them, and Seraphina felt herself hurtled upward with a great jerking force. She realized suddenly that they'd been ensnared in a net that dangled them like a prize from the ceiling. They flailed around helplessly in their bonds while the slave below continued to shriek at the top of her lungs.
They struggled in the net for long minutes painfully heavy with the knowledge of what they'd be going back to before Glissskill and two other Slethraans showed up to collect them. Glissskill grinned with great satisfaction as he looked up at them. He walked over to the shrieking slave and lifted her jaw into a closed position. She stood silent once more.
"Very good work, slave," he said, petting and stroking her pussy in appreciation. She just stood there staring blankly ahead once more.
"Now letssss get these captivessss back to where they belong," he said smugly.
Soon the elves were being dragged back through the rough stone tunnels by Glisskill's companions, while Glisskill and the slave who'd alerted him walked alongside. "We alwaysss have ssslavesss and trapsss posssitioned throughout the tunnelsss when we bring new captivesss in," Glisskill explained. "You could not have essscaped. Do you really think I would have let my prize get away?" he grinned down at Seraphina. "You're going to be my
persssonal
pleasssure ssslave. Sssslethraa providesss preccciousss few of thossse. That isss a rare privilege I will not allow to ssslip away."
Gelda wept quietly as they were dragged back down the corridors. The Tallah elf, Seraphina noticed, just glowered at her captors with murderous intent in her eyes. They soon came upon the holding cell where they were placed earlier. The Slethraans dragged them inside and removed them from the net. They knew they couldn't possibly fight three Slethraans (and a slave, if she would fight), so they didn't try anything, especially as they were still bound to one another.
He snapped his fingers at the slave who walked with them and pointed down at his cock. "And now your reward for catching my prize," he said as she knelt before him and took him into her mouth.
Seraphina tried not to look but it was impossible to avoid the display of abject submission taking place before them. She marveled at the massive size of the Slethraan's cock. Glisskill caught her staring. "You like what you sssee? Sssoon it will be you on your kneesss worssshipping my cock. And with much more enthusssiasm than thisss mindlesssss drone here can mussster," he chuckled.
"But that will wait. With the disssruption to our orgy, we've decccided to retire and continue tomorrow. Ressst asssssured, you will all pay for your insssolence in trying to essscape," he admonished them. He moaned in pleasure as the slave serviced him. "I've never known the attentionsss of a devoted pleasssure ssslave," he said with some eagerness to his voice. "These mindlessss ssslavesss give pleasssure enough, ssso I can't wait to sssee how good
you'll
be," he winked at Seraphina.
The Tallah elf spat on the ground near Glisskill's feet. "My, my, aren't we defiant? That will change. Oh, it cccertainly will change," he grinned.
A moment later Glissskill moaned and firmly gripped his slave's head in his hands. Holding it in place, he thrust himself in and out of her mouth for several moments before he exploded inside of her, pulling out to spray her face with the last of his ejaculate.
"Ssstand, ssslave."
She did. "Turn around and watch them. Don't let them do anything they ssshouldn't." She rotated to face the captives and stared blankly at them. Her mouth still drooped open, and her Master's cum was oozing down her chin.
"I'll sssee you tomorrow," he said to Seraphina with a wink as he and the other Slethraans exited the cell.
As soon as they left, the Tallah elf directed the three of them to the door and began to inspect it for a weakness. While she did, Seraphina looked over at the enslaved gray-skinned elf staring at them with her blank eyes and shuddered.
What a terrible fate. Is she even aware that she's here in the room with us?
After a time, the Tallah elf gave up on the door, and at Seraphina's urging the three bound captives shuffled over towards the enslaved elf. Seraphina looked into her blank white eyes with pity. Leaning directly in front of the woman's face, she said "Can you hear me?" but she did not react.
Seraphina positioned herself so that she could poke the enslaved elf with her finger. It was awkward with her arms bound behind her back, but she reached back behind her and gave her a touch. "Her skin is cool," she said to Gelda. Looking back, Seraphina noticed that her nipples were erect and hard as pebbles. She noted that her pussy glistened with moisture as well.
She's aroused!
Seraphina realized with a shock.
I wonder if she's always like this.
After a few more vain attempts to communicate with the slave, the exhausted captives sat on the floor and soon fell into a fitful slumber—as uncomfortable as they were, they were also utterly exhausted from their ordeal.
Sometime later, Seraphina awoke to the sound of the stone door to their cell being pushed open. The other Tallah elf bound to her—Seraphina realized she didn't even know her name—growled as she saw that the newly enslaved Aleura entered the cell. Behind her marched a blank-eyed gray slave with a tray of food on which rested three small wooden bowls. Seraphina was surprised to note there was no Slethraan escort accompanying them.
The first thing Seraphina noticed was that Aleura had been further altered by her Slethraan master. Her head had been completely shaved, and yellow snakes now coiled their way around the sides of her bald head as they did the rest of her body. Her erect nipples were pierced by metal bars arranged in a cross shape. Tiny bells hung from the bar that stuck out under her nipple. Her clitoris was pierced by a bar with two bells dangling from either side, and her septum had been pierced with a large ring, from which a tiny bell dangled, like the high priest's other two slaves. Her nostrils were pulled up and back by small metal hooks that went into them, which were attached to a leather strap that was tightly pulled back over the top of her head. The leather strap appeared to be tightly secured to the back of her collar, ensuring that her nostrils were constantly being pulled upward. Seraphina thought the whole thing made her look something like a pig, which would have caused her to giggle if the entire situation wasn't so horrifying.
"What are you doing here?" the other Tallah elf demanded at the intruder.
"I have brought you food," Aleura said, gesturing to the slave with the tray of food before her. "It will be your last meal that doesn't consist of your Masters' bodily fluids, so I suggest you enjoy it," she said with a smirk. Seraphina looked at the bowls and saw a gray porridge that looked extremely unappetizing.
The Tallah elf stood forcefully, brooking no argument from the other captives bound to her, who were forced to stand as well. "What did they do to you, Aleura?" the Tallah elf said with pity.
"Master gave me my slave adornments," she said with a satisfied sigh, wiggling proudly to shake her tits and make her nipple and clitoris bells chime. "And I don't know who Aleura is—
my
name is Fuckmeat," she corrected her former companion.
"You look like a fool," the Tallah elf told her.
"Master has made changes so I would be more pleasing to him. And to mark me as
his
," she sighed, her finger ever so lightly brushing her erect nipple.
"If ever you were my Tallah sister, Aleura, you will free us from this place."
"I cannot and will not. You are to be enslaved. You will soon understand your proper place."
"Proper
