Bound and named a servant

Helartha was pushed forward. She stumbled onto the stage, cupping her body. As she was pushed up, she felt the eyes of hundreds of Ogres upon her. Sadrath raised up a giant metal ring, split in half with a hinge.

"I declare this first prisoner of war a **** to the Ogre's of this camp!" She called out. "She will serve you food, she will clean and work under the Ogres. And, in the evenings, she will dance for your entertainment!" Sadrath called out. The Ogres roared with approval.

"With this manacle, I bind her to the will of my camp!" Sadarth declared, moving behind Helartha. She closed the metal ring around Helartha's neck. Helartha stumbled, knees wobbling. It weighed nearly fifty pounds! She wouldn't be swinging into the trees, or even running very far with that! She strained to keep upright, trying to stand tall and proud as a elf should as the Orges eyed her excitedly. Sadrath drew something else out.

"I dress your new **** in the garb of a servant!" She declared. From behind, she swung a waist chain of gold around Helartha's waist. From it hung a flap of fabric, about six inches by a foot long, which draped over her crotch. It had a similar flap in the back. Then, moving with deft hands, the dark elf brought a top around Helartha's upper half. Sheer pink fabric over each breast, bound over her shoulders and in the back with small delicate cold chain. Then, Sadrath put a strand of bells on each ankle.

"So we will always know just where you are." She explained to Helartha's inquisitive look. That was all she was given. Her body was now covered, in the flimsiest, most diminutive scraps of clothes possible.