The Tale of Miriella: Part 1 – Grimnor Gets his First Taste of Elf

The Orc War Chief, Grimnor Longtooth, had just been gifted the captured Elven Princess Miriella by King Otto of the Kingdom of Jorshah. The new slave had been delivered to Grimnor’s guest chambers in King Otto’s castle. Grimnor entered the chambers to find Princess Miriella chained up inside, her arms chained above her head to a large wooden post. Though she had stared at King Otto defiantly, now there was only fear in her eyes as she stood before Grimnor. Perhaps she knew the reputation of orcs. Or perhaps she saw the hungry, lustful look in Grimnor’s eyes. Either way, she tried to shrink away as he drew near her. But of course, she could not, chained in bondage as she was.

Grimnor said not a word as he began to inspect his new slave. Running his hands over her naked flesh, Pinching the meaty parts of her arms, thighs, ass, and tits. Forcing her mouth open to inspect her teeth. Groping her tits and ass. Pinching and tweaking her nipples. The moment that Grimnor began touching and examining Miriella, she found her defiance again. The elf began yelling and cursing at the orc, demanding he take his hands off of her.

Grimnor ignored her protests as he bent down to conduct a more intimate examination. Circling behind her, he spread her ass cheeks to examine here asshole. He pushed a finger inside, feeling its tightness. Then circling back around and positioning between her legs spreading her labia with his fingers and thrilled to see she was a virgin. He slid a finger inside her, to her hymen, feeling its warmth. This more intimate examination brought an even fiercer round of protests and curses from the elven princess. “Do no not touch me like! Take your hands off me, you vile creature!” she snapped angrily.

Grimnor pulled a slave whip from his belt and unfurled it. It was time that his new slave learned that disrespect would not be tolerated. A hard whipping and a hard fucking was always an effective way to introduce a slave to her new life.  Circling around to Miriella’s rear, Grimnor raised his arm and brought the whip down hard against her back, leaving an angry red welt. Miriella howled in pain and began thrashing wildly against the chains holding her. Grimnor brought the whip down again. And again. Over and over until she was sobbing and hanging limp from her chains. The fight and defiance was gone from her. Grimnor circled around to her front and lifted up her chin. “The sooner you accept you are a slave, the better it will be fore you,” he told her matter-of-factly.

Grimnor put the whip away. He planned to use this young little elf maiden hard, but first came his duty to the horde. And he needed to find out more about these elves and the lands of Elevosia. Grimnor began to question Miriella. The whipping fresh in her mind, she was cooperative. He learned that, like Aegor, Elevosia was organized into kingdoms and territories, each controlled by different elven rulers. He learned that elven society was more advanced than humans. But Grimnor did not have too much concern that they would be able to withstand the military might of his horde.

But perhaps most concerning was their knowledge of magic and Miriella’s confidence that they would be able to defeat any men from the kingdom of Jorshah that were sent to Elevosia to take slaves. The defiance in her voice returned. “Those humans got lucky. Their portal opened deep in the forest where the elves have not yet discovered it or the presence of humans in our land. But it is only a matter of time before they do and defeat the primitive invaders in our land and seal the portal. You may have taken me but you will not get many more daughters of Elevosia!”

Grimnor frowned. What if the words by the elven maid were not just bluster? Could these “primitive” humans hold the portal and mount a serious enough invasion to take slaves? Or would the portal be taken by the elves and sealed, cutting off the orcs access to elven slaves. Such an occurrence would doom the orcs. Grimnor pushed the disconcerting thought aside for the moment. That was a concern for later. Right now, he would enjoy the use of this new slave.

Grimnor unchained Miriella’s wrists and pushed her onto the floor. She tried to get up and retreat away, but Grimnor bent down and grabbed her hips, holding her in place, then pulling her up so she was on all fours. The princess thrashed around, bucking wildly, as she tried to free herself from his grip. But of course, it was no use. Grimnor was much too strong for her. He lowered his pants as he settled on his knees behind the struggling elf. Still gripping her hips, he positioned himself so that his large, hardened cock was rubbing against her sex. And then with a hard thrust, he shoved himself forward, forcing his cock fully inside the elf’s tight little cunt. Miriella felt a sharp pain as her hymen was torn, and a look of shock washed over her face. She let out a pained gasp as the orc’s large cock painfully stretched her and impaled her fully. Grimnor had no intent of being gentle, he was focused only on sating his own lust. He began to thrust hard and fast, slamming into her, withdrawing from her cunt before thrusting forward again, impaling her. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of the elf’s sharp cries, his grunts, and flesh slapping hard against flesh. Though she was struggling, clearly in distress, Grimnor was pleased at how quickly her cunt warmed and grew slick as he thrust in and out of her. It was clear that with training she would eventually make a good slave.

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Miriella stopped struggling and fell limp, in a state of shock. The pained gasps and grunts and cries continued to escape her trembling lips with each hard thrust by Grimnor. She had never seen an orc before today, and in her sheltered life, she had not even contemplated the possibility she would ever be getting brutally fucked by one. Now that reality was setting in. All she could do was pray the painful and humiliating ordeal was over quickly. Miriella let out another grunt when Grimnor reached around and roughly grabbed her breast, mauling it with his hand as he continued thrusting hard into the young elf.

Grimnor was focused only on his pleasure as he slammed into the young elf and his arousal quickly built. The moist heat from the young elf’s tight cunt felt great and her cunt squeezed against his cock with each thrust, increasing his arousal and bringing him closer and closer to climax. He knew that as he fucked this young elf that his hard use of her would begin to tame her and make her accept that she was no longer a noble princess, and now just a slave. As she felt his cocking brutally slamming into her, she would begin to understand that she was now just a series of holes to sate the lust of her orc masters. To emphasize the point, Grimnor brought his hand down and slapped the elf’s ass hard, a series of blows until her ass was glowing red and she was even more of a sobbing mess.

Grimnor tried to hold out as long as he could. He would slow his thrusts when he was close to climax, trying to make the experience last as long as possible. Both because he enjoyed her moist, warm cunt and because he knew a longer fucking would help break this new slave. But eventually he could not hold out any longer. Grimnor groaned loudly and clenched up as he began to cum, his seed spurting and gushing inside her cunt. When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Grimnor pulled his cock out of her battered cunt. His cock was covered in a mixture of his cum, her juices, and her virginal blood.

Miriella had collapsed onto the floor, curled into a fetal position, crying softly. Grimnor reached forward and gripped her hard by the hair, yanking her up. He pulled her face over to his crotch. “Use your mouth and clean off my cock, slave!” he sternly commanded. Miriella was too broken at this point to even consider refusing. Crying softly, she leaned forward and, using her mouth and tongue, she licked and sucked the sex juices off of the orc’s cock, almost retching as she did. 

When Grimnor’s cock was clean, he yanked the slave up and rechained her wrists her above her. He dressed himself and walked out of the chambers, without saying another word to her. He needed to consult with his men about what he had learned about Elevosia. Inside his chambers, Miriella hung limply from her chains, crying softly, cum oozing from her sore pussy and down her thighs.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)

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