The Tale of Daerenica: Part 11 – A Royal Sacrifice

Preparations were being made for the sacrifice of Queen Avilrona, to commence once the sun had set. Avilrona was tied between two wooden posts just outside the temple walls, her wrists suspended above her head. Slaves were chopping and gathering wood that would be used for the sacrificial fire. Avilrona had not been told what was to happen to her, but as the slaves began setting up wood at her feet and all around her, she had figured out what was coming and was crying. “Please I will be a good slave! Do not kill me!” she wailed. Her pleas were ignored. No human slave, not even a queen, was worth has much as access to the elven world. And her sacrifice was necessary to access the eleven world.  Nearby, orc warlocks were studying the scrolls that Daerenica had revealed to them, making sure they knew the incantations and rituals necessary to acquire the portal. 

The only slave who had not been put to work outside was Esarina. She was oblivious to the fact that her mother was to be sacrificed that night and was purposefully kept ignorant. Grimnor was not cruel and sadistic to slaves when it did not serve a purpose, and there was no reason to tell this slave her mother was about to suffer an agonizing death. So Esarina was inside the temple. She now had a fresh brand on her thigh and a collar on her throat. She was being fucked by orcs to help further her conditioning into slavery. At that moment, Esarina was on her knees, an orc cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she was trained to use her mouth to pleasure her orc masters. She was choking and gagging, drool spilling down her chin and tears falling down her reddened cheeks. 

Another orc moved behind Esarina and starting rubbing her sex. Esarina was humiliated, but she could also not deny that her pussy quickly grew wetter, and she let out a soft groan as the orc behind her eased a couple fingers into her now slick cunt. Soon, Esarina was moaning more loudly and slurping at the cock in her mouth, her head rapidly bobbing up and down as the gagging sensation eased somewhat. Her pussy was dripping with arousal and she subconsciously parted her thighs wider and raised her ass higher into the air, presenting her cunt for the orc who was finger fucking her. As she continued sucking the cock in front of her, the orc pulled his hand away from her twitching cunt, and she felt his hands on her hips. Then she suddenly felt his cock pressing between her pussy lips and slide inside her, filling and stretching her cunt wide. Esarina gasped as both orcs began thrusting into her from either end, her body rocking back and forth between them.

The orc in the front drove deeper into Esarina’s throat, choking her, but she figured out to breathe through her nose, and tried her best to relax her throat. The orc grabbed her head and began thrusting in and out of her throat harder, while the orc behind her also quickened his pace, pounding her savagely. She could feel her juices leaking down her thighs as her arousal built and built, her cunt pulsing and twitching around the thrusting cock. The fear and humiliation had vanished for the moment, and all Esarina felt was pleasure and desire. She tensed up and then let out a loud moan around the cock in her mouth as an intense orgasm overtook her, her juices gushing all over the cock thrusting into her from behind.

The thrusts of the orcs sped up and Esarina’s body bounced between them. It felt so good to be dominated! To be used hard! To be reduced from a princess to a submissive slut! More moans escaped her lips and she felt her cunt tighten and twitch again, building up to a second orgasm. The orc in front of her groaned loudly and pulled his cock from her mouth, just as he began cumming, letting his cum spray all over her face. Still moaning, Esarina began hungrily licking at the cum that had fallen around her lips. The orc behind her clenched up and groaned loudly as he began spurting his cum inside her pussy. After he finished, the orc pulled out of her twitching cunt and Esarina moaned in protest, still yearning that second orgasm. But as the orcs moved away, another approached. He sat down on the floor and pointed at his already-erect cock. “Ride me, slave,” he ordered

“Yes, Master,” Esarina replied, and obediently and eagerly crawled over and straddled the orc, lowering herself and easing his cock into her well-lubricated cunt, sliding down until she'd taken it all in. Esarina gasped and moaned as she began rocking back and forth and then quickened her pace and began bouncing up and down, riding the orc hard. She moaned loudly and the orc groaned with pleasure as her cunt squeezed down on his cock. The orc reached around and roughly grabbed and squeezed her tits, and pinched her nipples, which only heightened Esarina’s ecstasy.

As Esarina continued riding the orc, she suddenly threw her head back and cried out as her second orgasm overtook her. Her body shook as the spasms of pleasure hit her in waves, her cunt spurting her creamy juices all over the orc’s cock. Panting as her orgasm subsided, Esarina felt the orc grip her hips, pulling her up and down to keep her bouncing. She needed little encouragement and she rode him even harder, faster, and more furious than before. The orc let out a loud groan and he gipped her hips tight, thrusting hard up inside her as she rode him. Esarina felt the orc tense up and he groaned as he dumped his cum inside her. Esarina continued riding him, milking every last drop of cum from his cock before she felt it soften, and she climbed off of him. After Esarina had dismounted the orc, she turned her body around and leaned her head into to lick and suck his cum and her juices off his cock, like she had been taught. The new slave was quickly learning.

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Outside of the temple, Miriella, Ciliren, and Daerenica were side by side, gathering wood. Daerenica glanced down with sad eyes at the fresh brand on her thigh. She had once had such ambitious dreams of power for herself and King Otto, but those were all shattered now. Now she would spend the rest of her life as a slave to the orcs. Daerenica knew the elves likely blamed her for their predicament. But the slaves were all focused on their labor for there to be any confrontation. They knew they would be whipped if they dawdled. And an orc was nearby keeping an eye on them.

The three slaves had been chopping and carrying wood all day and were exhausted and covered in sweat. They wandered deeper into the forest. Eventually they separated from the orc that had been nearby. Daerenica could not see any other orcs or goblins about but they had been warned that orcs were patrolling and that any slaves who tried to escape would be punished severely. So none of the slaves had even a passing thought of escape. They were focused only on gathering wood. But Daerenica eventually sensed eyes on her. She turned to see Ciliren glaring at her. “You!” she snapped angrily. Miriella looked between the elf and human, wondering what Ciliren would do. “YOU opened the portal to our world so we could be taken! YOU are to blame for all that has happened to us. And YOU tortured me and had me raped!”

Miriella had not thought of confronting Daerenica, too scared of the orc masters to do so. But as Ciliren did, she felt her own hatred for the human priestess boiling over. She continued watching the confrontation. Ciliren stood in front of Daerenica and continued berating her. “Look at you now, a branded and collared slave just like us. You aren’t so tough now, are you?” She looked around to make sure that no orcs were about. When she saw none, she turned back to Miriella. “She is the one who is to blame for everything that has happened to us! Let’s make her pay!” She reached out and grabbed Daerenica by the hair.

“No please, I am sorry!” Daerenica cried. 

Miriella looked between Ciliren and Daerenica unsure what to do. But the hatred won out. She stepped forward and clamped her hand over Daerenica’s mouth to silence her. “Yes, let’s take her deeper into the forest and make her suffer for what she did,” she cried, hatred oozing from her trembling voice. The two elves dragged Daerenica further away from the temple. Ciliren roughly threw her onto the ground and straddled her waist to pin her on her back, and held her wrists pinned together above her head. She glanced down at the struggling human. She noticed how swollen and discolored her nipples her. “Oh, I see that basilisk poison still is having its aftereffects. I bet those are really tender still. Keeping one hand on Daerenica’s wrists, Ciliren reached with her other hand and pinched Daerenica’s left nipple hard and twisted it hard. Daerenica’s eyes widened and she let out an agonized scream. Her nipples were indeed tender from the poison-laced needles that had pierced them. Even gently touching them caused tear-inducing pain. Being pinched and twisted was absolutely unbearable. Miriella quickly clamped her hand over Daerenica’s mouth to muffle her scream. Then she reached out with her other hand and pinched Daerenica’s other tender nipple, which caused Daerenica to buck wildly in pain. The two elves continued pinching and twisting her nipples. Daerenica thrashed around in agony, screaming through the hand clamped down on her mouth.

“I bet this is tender too,” Ciliren snapped and reach back, forcing her hand between Daerenica’s thighs and slipped her fingers between the folds of her sex, to find her clit. She pinched Daerenica’s sensitive little nub hard, which was still quite tender from the torment she had received. Daerenica screamed, the blinding pain overwhelming. The nipples had been bad enough. This was excruciating!

The elves continued pinching and twisting Daerenica’s nipples and clit for several minutes before they finally stopped. Miriella pulled her hand away from the sobbing priestess’s mouth. “Look at you now,” snarled Ciliren as she climbed off of Daerenica. “You can dish out pain but you can’t take it.”

Miriella glared down at Daerenica. “This lowly human is the one who caused this hell for us. I think she needs to learn her place more. Get on your knees, human. Or we will play with your nipples and clit some more.” Terrified and intimidated, Daerenica complied, climbing up onto her knees. Miriella stood above her. “Lick my cunt, human. Since you are to blame for it being filled with orc cum, you can clean it. Get all that orc cum out!” 

Miriella grabbed a fistful of Daerenica’s hair and shoved her face in her sweaty pussy. Daerenica cried out, but then her cries were muffled as her mouth was pressed to the elf’s pussy. “Go on, lick!” Miriella repeated angrily. A cowed Daerenica stuck out her tongue and began lapping at Miriella’s pussy. Miriella closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation as a smirking Ciliren watched. Daerenica tongue was soon coated in sour, stale orc cum and Miriella’s juices, the former of which made her want to vomit. But she kept licking, sliding her tongue up and down Miriella’s slit. “Go on, get your mouth in there and slurp up all that cum. I was fucked a lot earlier today, I am sure there is a lot,” Miriella snapped angrily. Daerenica obediently obeyed. 

As Daerenica continued licking at Miriella’s cunt, the elf moaned, as her pleasure built.  Soon her pussy was twitching around Daerenica’s mouth and tongue, and Miriella’s juices were covering the human’s mouth, nose, and chin.  Miriella gripped Daerenica’s hair harder and pulled her in closer, as she rocked her hips up and down, grinding her pussy against Daerenica’s face.  As Daerenica continued working her pussy and clit with her tongue, Miriella suddenly gasped and then let out a guttural moan as an orgasm ripped through her body.  Her juices gushed all over Daerenica’s face.  When the waves of pleasure subsided, Miriella moaned in contentment and pushed Daerenica’s face away.  Miriella looked up at Ciliren. “Would you like a turn?”

“Actually, a few orcs decided to fuck my ass this morning. She can get the cum out of that!” Ciliren replied, grinning evilly. Her hand once again gripped Daerenica’s hair.. “You heard her slave. Go lick her ass now.” She led the crawling priestess over to Ciliren. Daerenica stared at the elf’s ass, a look of revulsion on her face. Miriella grew impatient and shoved Daerenica’s face between Ciliren’s ass cheeks. Reluctantly, Daerenica stuck her tongue out and begin to lick her ass. “Lick, push your tongue in there!” Ciliren angrily commanded. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the human’s tongue in her ass. Miriella watched with sadistic pleasure. She was not normally sadistic, but vengeance consumed her at this moment.

“What the fuck are you doing!” a male voice snarled angrily. The elves turned to see an orc watching. 

“Oh nothing, Master, we were… we were just taking a break.” Miriella stammered, fear in her voice. She let go of Daerenica’s head and Daerenica pulled her face and tongue away from Ciliren's ass. 

“You, get back to work,” the orc snapped to Daerenica. He marched over and grabbed Ciliren and Miriella by the hair and dragged them off in the direction of the temple. A trembling Daerenica wiped her mouth and went back to collecting wood. She gathered as big a bundle as she could manage to carry and then trudged back with it to the temple. 

Outside the gates, beside where Queen Avilrona had been secured to the wooden posts, were Ciliren and Miriella, lying on their bellies on the ground. The orc who had discovered them had used a series of ropes and stakes buried into the ground to secure their limbs and necks so that they were pinned helplessly face-down in the dirt. The orc now loomed over them, holding a bamboo cane. 

“Master, I am sorry,” wailed Miriella.

“You will be,” snarled the orc. He swung the cane hard. With a loud crack, the cane bit into the flesh of Miriella’s ass. She cried out in pain, the impact point across her ass cheeks pulsating with a searing, hot sting. The orc brought the cane down again across her ass and Miriella wailed. The orc changed up, this time slashing the elf across her back, and Miriella began to sob. The cane came down again, hard, across her back. Miriella screeched in pain. The cane crashed with another loud crack across her back again, earning another wail from the elf. The orc began raining bowls down on her, one after another, alternating between her back and ass. Miriella wailed and wailed. The flesh of her back and ass felt like it was on fire. When he finally stopped, Miriella was blubbering, tears pouring down her cheeks, the scorching, stinging agony unrelenting.

The orc moved over to Ciliren. It was her turn. He swung the cane down, connecting with her ass and Ciliren cried out in pain. Daerenica had stopped to watch but she realized she would be punished if she was caught dawdling so she quickly moved to dump the wood next to Avilrona, as the orc rained blows down on the screaming and sobbing Ciliren. Avilrona looked at Daerenica with fear and sadness in her eyes. “Please do not let them do this,” she whimpered. Daerenica had no loyalty to the queen, only to the Queen’s now-dead husband. But even if she had, she was now a branded and collared slave. She was helpless to assist anyone. Daerenica hurried off. 

Out in the forest, she was given a new task. Collecting large rocks that the orcs could use to reinforce the walls of the temple and turn it to a virtual fort. They wanted to make sure no one could seize the portal from them. Daerenica collected large rocks and trudged them back to the temple. After a while, Ciliren and Miriella joined her, their backs and asses covered in welts and cuts and their eyes swollen from crying. None of them exchanged a word as they worked.

When night fell, the exhausted slaves returned to the temple. Avilrona was still secured to the post, sobbing. Now there was a circle of orcs around her to watch the sacrifice. In the center of the circle next to Avilrona was Grimnor and his head warlock, Zurdras. Miriella, Ciliren, and Daerenica were made to kneel in the circle with the orcs and watch. The ceremony began. Zurdras held a scroll and read from it, chanting the incantations that were written on it. Another warlock stepped forward with a torch and lit the wood beneath Avilrona on fire. She started to wail, begging to be spared, as smoke started to rise from the wood. As the orange glow of flames emerged, her panicked pleas became more desperate, and they turned to terrified cries as the flames built and began lapping at her feet. Her cries turned to agonized screams as the flames grew stronger and leapt up to her legs. The slaves and even some of the orcs looked away as the queen screamed and screamed as the flames grew higher and higher and engulfed her. Zurdras repeated the incantations over and over as the queen screamed and agony. After several minutes, she finally received the mercy of death. But nothing happened. The portal did not open. Zurdras stopped and looked up confused. The portal was supposed to have opened. It had not. In a rage, Grimnor roared and stormed over to the kneeling Daerenica. Grabbing a fistful of her hair her yanked her up and shoved her against the temple wall. He drew a knife from his belt and pressed the blade to her throat. “WHY DIDN’T IT WORK!?!” he snarled angrily.

“I don’t know,” Daerenica cried out fearfully. “It should have worked! I do not know, Master!”

Zurdras was studying the scroll. He held up his hand and called out. “Chieftain, I may know the problem. She told us we had to defeat her and then sacrifice royal blood to take control of the portal. And that is what I thought the scroll said. But it is in a very old language. The words do not translate perfectly to the modern language. And what I thought stated we had to ‘defeat’ the one who controls the portal may be a mistranslation. It could be read differently. We may have to kill her. I cannot know for sure but the fact that the portal did not open suggests this word may mean ‘kill,’ and not ‘defeat.’”

Daerenica’s eyes widened in horror. “Shall I slit her throat?” Grimnor called to his warlock.

Zurdras shook his head. “Let me read this and the other scrolls more closely. But I think perhaps to be safe we should sacrifice her in fire too, along with royal blood. We should try again tomorrow.” 

Grimnor angrily threw Daerenica to the ground. “Have her chained up,” he snarled, still enraged he had not acquired the portal as he had hoped. “And we will need more royal blood.” He turned and walked over to Miriella, who knelt trembling. He pondered using her a moment but then shook his head. “No, we have human royalty, no need to sacrifice a more valuable elf,” he said to himself, dismissing the idea of using Miriella. He turned to storm off as Daerenica was dragged off by guards.

Inside the temple, Esarina was on her hands and knees as two guards thrust into her, one fucking her mouth while the other fucked her cunt from behind. Esarina was moaning in pleasure, her moans mixing with the pleasured grunts from the orcs. Two guards stepped into the room. They waited patiently for the orcs to finish up. Esarina started to quiver as her orgasm built. The orc fucking her mouth groan loudly and he filled her mouth with spurt after spurt of orc cum. Esarina swallowed the cum, though a loud moan from her mouth caused some of it to spill down her chin. She was hit with her own orgasm, and her juices gushed out, and onto the cock thrusting into her from behind. Her cunt clenched around the orc fucking her and then he too groaned and his cum exploded inside her. After the orcs pulled their cocks from Esarina she obediently licked their cocks clean.

The guards stepped forward to grab Esarina. “This one is needed for something. She will have a new purpose tomorrow night.” One of the guards announced. The confused Esarina was dragged off to be chained up next to Daerenica.

(End of Part 11, to be continued...)

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