The Tale of Miriella: Part 4 – The Elf Slaves Arrive at the Slaver Camp in the Orc Stronghold

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The orc party arrived in An-Aggukh, the stronghold and de facto capitol of the orc horde on the world of Aegor. The elf women were led off to a slaver to be broken and trained. Except Mirella. She still had one hole left that had not felt orc cock and Grimnor decided to fix that. Grimnor stopped the coffle just outside the slaver’s camp and had Miriella unchained from it. The others were led inside the camp as Grimnor pushed Miriella onto her hands and knees. “It is time I use the last of your holes, slut,” he announced. 

“Please no not there! You will tear me apart!” cried Miriella.  Grimnor got on his knees behind the trembling, protesting elf, and pushed her ass cheeks apart, exposing the puckered hole that was his target. Miriella went into a full panic and started bucking wildly, moving her hips back and forth and clenching her ass cheeks, desperate to try anything to keep the orc cock from invading that hole. The thought of having a cock shoved painfully into her ass was unthinkable for the young elf. To stop her struggling, Grimnor brought a hand down hard across her ass, a loud crack reverberating through the air. He grabbed her ass cheeks and once again parted them to expose her asshole. Grimnor shifted forward, positioning himself behind her and guided his cock to push against her anus. He thrust forward and his cock begin to push inside her, causing Miriella to wail in dismay. She clenched as hard as she good and thrashed around again, trying anything to keep him from sodomizing her. But it was no use. Grimnor was in full control and she was at his mercy. And Grimnor would show her none. Grimnor did not plan to be gentle. There would be no slow or gentle tentative thrusts to help her ass accommodate his invading member. Grimnor planned to brutally dominate the elf and reinforce further what she was now. With a hard thrust, Grimnor impaled his cock fully inside Miriella’s ass. 

Miriella’s eyes widened in shock and she let out a shrill whine. Grimnor began thrusting in and out of her ass. With every stroke into her body, the elf cried out in agony. The pain of this huge orc cock stretching her insides was pure torture as Grimnor thrust into her using long, full strokes. Miriella’s eyes were clamped shut, tears sliding down her cheeks and she started begging or him to stop, but her pleas were ignored. The young elf was in shock from the terrible fullness in her ass, painfully stretching her insides, every nerve in her anus on fire as Grimnor’s cock brutally invaded her ass and thrust into her with unending and uncaring motions.

Grimnor was determined to fully dominate and break this young elf. He adjusted the angle of his thrusts to batter and stretch her rear ass in a new way. Miriella wailed as Grimnor continued thrusting and changed the angel of his thrust again. He grabbed a handful of her hair, using it as a reign and pulling her head up, to control her more fully. His hand came crashing down repeatedly, slapping her ass hard until it was red. Grimnor grunted, enjoying the sensation of her tight ass milking his cock. And it was only a matter of a few minutes before he could not hold out any longer. He grunted loudly as he orgasmed and his cock began pumping his seed deep into her bowls. When his orgasm subsided, Grimnor pulled out of her ass, his cock making a grotesque slurping noise as it was pulled from her now gaping asshole. Mirella fell to the ground and lay there limp, crying softly.

Grimnor grabbed Miriella by her hair and dragged the crying elf into the slaver camp. Inside the other elves were being branded as slaves by an orc slaver, Sunuguk. One by one, the new slaves were being tied to a log so that a heated iron could be pressed to the flesh of their thigh, marking them with a dagger symbol, the orc brand. The pained scream of the current elf being branded pierced the air as Grimnor dropped Miriella onto the ground in front of Sunuguk. “One more for you to brand and break, slaver,” Grimnor said and then he was off, heading to meet with his war council.

Miriella looked at the freshly-branded elf on the branding log, writhing around in pain and moaning. She looked then to Sunuguk, a pleading look on her face. “Please my ass is so sore right now, I cannot take any more pain. Do not brand me!  Please spare me this right now and let me rest!” she begged, desperation in her voice.

Sunuguk glared down at her. “Oh, your ass is sore is it? I will show you a sore ass, slave!” He walked over and grabbed Miriella and she let out a sob, thinking she was going to be sodomized again. But instead, he dragged her over to a wooden stockade. The slaver pulled up the top section of the stockade so that it swung open on its iron hinge. He bent Miriella over forcing her head down and over the center slot of the bottom section. Her wrists were then forced in the slots on either side of her head. Sunuguk swung the stop section back into place and locked it, trapping Miriella’s wrists and head in the stockade. She was now bent double at the waist, her ass jutting out and exposed, and her neck and wrists held immobile by the wooden stockade.

“Now let’s make that ass truly hurt, slave,” Sunuguk said in a mocking tone. Mirella still feared she was about to be sodomized. Instead, however, the slaver had picked up a bamboo cane and had approached her exposed ass. Bent over in the stockade, Miriella could not see the slaver behind her or the cane. But she heard the whish as he swung his arm and it sliced through the air.  A loud crack sounded as the cane struck the flesh of her ass. Miriella felt a hot, searing pain and she arched up in agony against the stockade and let out a pained wail. The cane sliced through the air again, and with a lout crack, Miriella felt the agony of another blazing stroke across her ass cheeks.

Please Master! I am sorry! I am sorry!” Miriella cried as she bucked wildly trying in pain to make the fierce sting across her ass cheeks subside. Sunuguk ignored her pleas.

'Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!'

Sunuguk’s arm swung four more times, the cane biting viciously into the young elf’s naked ass with each stroke. The searing sting of the bamboo cane was agonizing, each stroke bringing another pained wail from the elf and a burning red line across the smooth pale flesh of her ass.

The other elf girls watched in horror as Miriella was caned. This was a lesson for them too. It was clear that nothing less than absolute obedience and submission would be accepted. These were elven women, making them proud and strong-willed. But the agonized face of Miriella made it quickly sink in that defiance would only earn them pain.

The cane sliced through the air fifteen more times with an evil hiss; each stroke landing with a sharp, wet sound as it cut across Miriella’s outthrust ass, leaving it striped all over with red welts. Miriella was screaming and writhing and thrashing around, bucking against the stockade holding her, in pure agony.

Sunuguk circled around and grabbed Miriella’s chin, glaring at her. “There, now that is a sore ass, slave. Would you like your branding now or would you like your ass to be sorer?” Mirella’s mind had shut down from the pain and she did not respond. Sunuguk did not care about her response anyway. He unlocked the stockade and opened it, pulling Mirella free and dragging her to the branding log, securing her to it. He checked the branding iron which was heating over orange coals. The iron was smoking; it was sufficiently hot.

As Sunuguk approached Miriella with the branding iron, she awoke from her state of shock. “No! Please no!” she wailed. “Please do no brand me!” The idea of being branded like cattle was too horrific for her to bear. The orc ignored her pleas and, without any hesitation, he pressed the brand to her flesh. There was a hiss as the brand seared her flesh and then a piercing, agonized scream from Miriella.

The pain had been too much for young Miriella and she was lying limp against the branding log, unconscious. Sunuguk checked the brand on her thigh. The brand had gone on her flesh cleanly. Miriella was unchained from the log and her unconscious body was tossed in a cage. Then the next elf was moved to the branding log. Soon, they would all be branded and begin their new lives as slaves to the orcs.

(End of Part 4, to be continued...)

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