Chapter one

Hidden In the highest mountain ravines of the western realms, which encircled the realms woodland and forest which over looked the seven kingdoms of Amazonius. Slave wagon with fresh meat was on it’s way through the megalithic mountain landscapes and entered a large cavern , with a brazier burning coal and blue flames radiating from them. Flicking on the stone granite wall’s as the wagon’s passed into the depth of the tunnel over the very treacherous stony ground. Pass the high hall’s and stone archways steel vaulted ceilings in Orcish design, as the wagon’s halted suddenly. Naked slaves were unloaded from the wagon’s all in a trance like state all wearing a bronze enchanted collar which once on they only done their master’s bidding.

Being lead down the dark corridor and through ways in a maze of catacombs, by a small goblin male wearing nothing but a loin cloth. Towards some dark limestone chambers with just a stone slab cot’s for the slave’s to rest and nothing else. The new batch of slave’s were mostly human with some elven and dwarfs , all of them had wholesome and healthy bodies for their masters desires an appetites. They would do anything their new master ordered with out anything for themselves, he loved humiliating them groping and fondling them with his long smelly finger’s. Forcing them to play with each other for his vulgar entertainment.

A shadowy figure entered the darken chambers and spoke in a lustful voice.” Welcome to your new home, Eagles Peak, my name is Morgania. My little pet’s and I will be your Madame for your training in your new roles. In this stronghold. So follow me and we will get you scrubbed and cleaned for your new master”. Madame Morgaina Geas was a criminal mastermind who would do anything for her master. She was the keeper of the forbidden chambers. A lavish halfling dominatrix and gladiatrix running her masters vast slave’s. Trained in every sexual act known, with an evil sadist streak through her.

She kept the slaves under control with the bronze enchanted collars, made them laid back and very horny for their masters every whim. Highly educated and once of noble birth, she had long white hair with pale flesh and piercing ocean blue eye’s. And a hour glass figure just wearing a bronze collar herself and gold bangles and nothing else. With lustful ways and voluptuous body all ways teasing, As the new slaves followed her. The flames from the candles burning were dancing on the dark stone walls spiral passages and corridors as they pass, Like demons under the stronghold known as Eagles peak. To they reached a shallow recess bathing chamber with stone benches circling the pool, full of scent’s and aromas feeling the chamber in an euphoric and blissful state…

Naked slender and sultry figures with perfect postures and translucent pale rosy flesh, and the best pert breasts in all the kingdoms. With abundant of vigorous, luxuriant rich hair witch cascaded down to their buttocks. Ravishing beauties, with strong healthy fine bodies which smelled of sweet perfume’s with spice and incense. Bathing and fondling each other in the shallow pool, keeping the slaves in a heighten state of ecstasy for their master’s sadist pleasure. Making them playful with each other. As they scrubbed and cleaned each other as they kissed with their tongues intertwined with each others licking and sucking and fingering till they wanted more and more…

The bronze collar’s where enchanted making the slave’s mindless without a will of their own, as their thoughts turn to mosh keeping them in total obedience under deep hypnotic state. They have no other choice to obey their masters whim’s and desire’s, nothing else mattered except their feelings for their master. Without thought or resistance completely mindless, obedient and horny. The enchanted collar’s were made by the sorcerers of Eagles Peak for their vulgar master as the mind control enchantments takes over their brain so they only hear their masters voice. Everything else was like a mumbling voice making them relaxed in a trance like state. Even the wet nurses of Eagles Peak who were not the prettiest but all had mega bosom, for the horde babies to suckle on their milky breasts to feed the hungry mouths. With their ample breasts on display for their master at all times.

The collar’s did not always work on all the slaves, but they had other crude devices and torture to make them obedient for their master. The pain heighten their every sense, more powerful then any d**g as it intensifies colours, sounds , sight. Feeling the pain was like hitting a glass wall which was impossible to climb, but some how you must try. As the vile midgets dungeon masters took advantage at every turn fondling their masters captives for their sadist and cruel pleasure. Not all the captives were naked their were a some slaves dangling swinging in a wooden oak cage as it swings side to side, clanking in the cold dark smelly dungeon of Eagle’s Peak. Who wore a small loin clothe and steel nipple shields on their pert breasts.

“Now watch your friends being ****d and forced against their will, and you can do nothing about it”. As one dungeon master griped a fair hair elven women , by her long curly hair. And made her kneel infront him pushing her down to a sound of a large thud. And whispers in her pointy ears, as he squeezes and teases her ample pert breasts. “Put your hands between your leg’s, and play with your juicy cunt”. As he pushed her hands between her moist thighs, as tears of fear rolled down her face. “ You know how, get it nice and wet and moist”. Still fondling her large breasts pawing away at them. “You feel that cunt…It does not belong to you”. As the midget forced her to her feet and rechained back with the others, the midget smirked at the captives in the swinging cell screaming in anger and terror rose across their faces.

The vulgar dungeon masters in their leather muscle cuirass engraved in circular designs, as they took turns of whipping the flesh of the young elven woman. With their steel whips engraved in Orcish. To make her scream and draw blood, as the captives in the cage where once oracles of the Hands of the God..most of them never knew fear until now. Their were under strict orders that they should not be touched by any creatures horny hands, as their were vestal virgins communing with the God’s, so could use them in his war campaigns. One of which was Alysa Ironstarr, the princess of the northern realms and the daughter of High King Kor Ironstarr…

The orc and ogres had joined forces and their hordes were growing stronger , as they brutally conquered and who ever disobeyed them or there vile way’s. Although they are powerful they also had an Achilles heel for the a****listic monsters need to feast. As they had been building fortictions all around, the generals with their gifts, they do not forget their loyal c***dren. An army marches on it’s stomach and the horde’s needed to satisfy themselves as they grow in numbers , and so did their hunger. Feasting on the rioting stinking flesh of the dying slaves, using their bones and skull’s as war drums which could be heard for miles around putting the fear of all that heard them.