BE Story-The Nixies' BConquest

[Gaffenheimer]

"Get up."

Zell woke up, staring at the thatched roof of the slave's quarters. She felt the familiar and unpleasant arch of the bedding under her, the Nixie's attempt at giving her chest a permanent forward thrust. Then she felt the familiar soft, warm weight on her chest. Looking down, she saw a large pair of large, soft breasts, larger than oranges, capped with her sensitive, pinkie tip-sized brown nipples, a sobering reminder that the last few months had not been a nightmare. She couldn't quite see a noticeable difference in their size since the previous night, but she knew that they were gradually, imperceptibly growing, due to the weekly fertility treatments forced on her by the elve's own druids, under Nixie orders. Her rump was gradually rounding out as well, and it pressed into the bedding.

The rasping voice of the Nixie slaver snapped her out of her thoughts. She jumped from the top of the two-level bed, feeling her breasts bounce when she hit the floor, and stumbled, throwing her arms out to stabilize herself. She collided with the slaver, who looked down at her with contempt. The Nixie was more than a head taller than the elf girl, but she had a slimmer, more dignified figure.

"Watch it, you filthy bitch," she said as she grabbed one of Zell's nipples and pinched it hard, then twisted it. Zell yelped with pain, then apologized, feeling her nipple throb with pain, and a bit of arousal. The slaver then picked up a series of leather straps and tossed them at her.

"Get dressed," she said.

Zell and the other girls began strapping themselves into their impracticall garb, which seemed to do nothing other than push their breasts up and force their asses out. A thick band went around the waist, and the slaver made sure that it was clasped at least two inches smaller than was comfortable. As if that wasn't bad enough, they had to wear 5-inch spiked heels, which both put them in their place and made escape very difficult.

Mila and Eroda, two of Zell's friends, looked her up and down, then gave a sardonic nod of approval. Both of them were about as voluptuous as Zell, with Mila having slightly larger breasts, and Eroda being taller, but nowhere near as tall as the Nixie slavers.

"You're to continue work on the bridge," the slaver said, staring snidely at the petite elf women before them. "See engineer Hudah immediately. And be quick, we don't have time to dally. Our armies need to march on the other tribes soon."

As she passed the druid's hut, Zell shuddered as she heard the angry shouts of an Amazon woman undergoing the mandatory transformation, needles piercing her arm and transferring the mix of chemicals. It wasn't howls of anger-the pain of a few needles was relatively minor. It was more knowing what would happen to her. Her muscles would shrink and soften, and her breasts and ass would swell, turning her into a picture of femininity that she had been conditioned to hate for all her life. The Amazon then went silent as the potion was poured down her throat.

Hudah was an unusually tall, muscular, and dark Nixie, nearly as strong as a pre-treatment Amazon. She had small, dark, hateful eyes, and she carried a notched whip everywhere.

"You three rats help those girls haul that cart full of stones," she said. The three girls walked over to the large wooden vehicle and then turned their backs to it. Hudah then grabbed metal clasps on the straps running from their shoulders to their buttocks, and attached them to ropes on the cart. Metal clasps on their corsets were attached as well. Nine other girls went through the same thing.

"Move!" Barked Hudah, cracking the whip. The girls quickly dug their heels into the dirt, pulling the cart onto the stone path and then rolling it up the gentle slope.

Pulling the cart was tiring, painful, and emberrassing, but it was simple. Three loads of large, flat clapper stones was brought to the river bank, where several dozen more elf women gingerly stacked them in the river, making pillars on which the bridge itself could rest. Each trip brought Zell to the brink of dispair, but the cracking of the whip kept the twelve elf women moving.

Bringing the cart back after the third load, Hudah detached them from it, and allowed them to rest. After a short break, Mila and Eroda were assigned to stone-stacking, and Zell was pulled off to the side by large male human guards. Their rough hands sank into her soft flesh as the woman was thrust toward a tall, blonde Nixie slaver in a loose white blouse. She took a tray full of drinks from two other elf women who were mixing them.

"Take this to the Overseer," she barked, handing her the tray. Zell extended her small hands and took it, then quickly left.

As she headed back to the Overseer, Zell looked down at her own body with disgust. She used to be an agile, skilled huntswoman who could evade the cleverest animals. Now, her pale, round buttocks could be seen from far away, and her jutting breasts made it very difficult to conceal her slim body in the foliage. The useless flesh kept swelling ever more prominent each week, sapping her of her lifelong skills, and making her into more and more of a sex object.

The tight black leather straps covered nothing, and her spiked heels made tiptoing necessary just to walk. Where once she skipped quickly across streams and through trees, she now had difficulty maintaining her balance. The strap that dug into her vulva and rode up through her buttocks was cinched tightly to her shoulders, making her back constantly arched, and her chest thrust out. Thankfully, her rounded backside and enlarged breasts balanced each other out.

She walked, hips swaying, into the dwelling, where the Overseer was resting in her white leather chair. She smiled, eyeing the elf's bouncing breasts, and motioned her to come closer. Zell placed the drink tray on the table, and the Overseer picked up one of the drinks and took it down in a single gulp.

"Thank you. You can rest now," she said, giving Zell a firm smack on the rump. Zell winced a little, then went off to see the others. She wasn't actually tired, just uncomfortable, and wanted more than anything to remove her outfit and bend over again.

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After several more hours of work, the elf girls were allowed to rest and eat. However, their traditional meals went to the Nixies and the male soldiers, while the elves themselves were fed in a more demeaning manner.

The hungry women were lined up outside the druid's huts. Zell was jostled by the tightly packed line, still in their leather outfits, as they gradually moved toward the door. After about 30 minutes of waiting, Zell moved into the hut. On a stone table, there was a large, bound, Amazon woman. Her tall, voluptuous body writhed slightly, her still-muscular frame grinding hopelessly against the table. Her face was flushed and her brow was furrowed, but it was easy to see the desperation in her eyes, and the need for the little elf girl's lips. A pasty, low-grade animal feed had been forced down her throat all day, following her potion drinking, and it dribbled from the corners of her mouth.

Her breasts were huge, larger than her own head, nearly the size of watermelons. They were slightly chapped, a few subtle blue veins running through them, and the aureole were engorged, nearly the size of Zell's palms, with thumb-sized nipples that pulsated with blood. Normally, an Amazon's breasts were already larger than her own were now, but the these Amazons had been given constant doses of druidic fertility magic, combined with lactation-inducing powder, for as long as the Nixies had occupied the village. The Amazon's eyes met Zell's, and as if sensing her arrival, pearly white drops of milk began to form on her engorged nipples. Zell leaned forward, putting her arm on the table for balance, and placed her lips on the nipple.

She sucked the entire thing into her mouth, tasting the droplet of sweet milk, and then began to gently bite it. Her other hand held the breast in place, and gently pinched and squeezed the area around the areola, stimulating the Amazon's let-down. Another elf girl behind Zell took the other breast and began to suck on it. The Amazon moaned, relieved of some more of the intense pressure. Her breathing quickened as the two elf girls sucked at hear fat teats. The naked lips of her vagina were glistening with her arousal, and one of the male elf druids gently rubbed her vulva. She moaned louder, and Zell felt the flow of her milk increase. It was very sweet, almost too much so, but the elf was so hungry, it didn't matter. It was wonderful.

After a 3-minute latch, one of the slavers watching the feeding pulled Zell and the other girl off of the Amazon's breasts. The sputtering nipple slipped from her mouth with a pop, and continued to slowly dribble milk. Zell was only half full, but there were other elf women that needed feeding. The breasts were slightly deflated, but still very full and fairly taught. The Amazon shuddered as a slow, pleasant orgasm overtook her, partially from the milking and partially from the druid's stimulation. She gave Zell a tearful but grateful look of longing as the elf was escorted out of the hut.

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End of Chapter 1

[ArcaneBEFan]

Very nice. I'm liking the themes used (lactation, sex slaves, slow hourglass), and the fantasy setting makes it doubly interesting.