The Tale of Daerenica: Part 7 – Daerenica Is Delivered to Grimnor

Daerenica groaned as she slowly came to after her gangrape. She was disoriented for a moment, but as her eyes fluttered open, she realized she was being shaken by an orc. Then her memory of all that had happened returned and Daerenica let out a soft, dismayed whimper. She imagined this was the same overwhelming hopelessness, terror, and dread that any woman felt when she had been captured by orcs and knew she would spend the rest of her life as their sex slave.

“Wake up cunt! We are moving.” The orc snapped. Fear kept Daerenica obedient and she offered no resistance as the orc hauled her up. The orc pulled her wrists behind her back and she felt something metal being placed on each of them and closed with a click. Her wrists had been cuffed. The orc then placed an iron collar around her throat and locked it. He grabbed her shoulder and shoved her forward. “Move!” he snapped. Daerenica had no choice but to stumble along. It was hard to walk; she was quite sore from the ravaging she had received from the orcs, but her fear trumped her pain. 

Daerenica was brought outside the temple to a line of naked women. Her priestesses, like her, were cuffed and collared. The women were in a single-file line, with chain links connecting the collar of one to the collar of the woman in front of her. Daerenica was placed at the back and her collar was clipped to that of the woman in front of her. Soon, more women were brought over and added behind her. 

Several orcs holding whips straddled the coffle of women. One of them starting shouting commands. “Lower your heads, keep your gazes down at your feet.” Daerenica and the other women complied and lowered their heads. One woman apparently delayed and an orc swung his whip, striking her side with a loud crack. She cried out in pain and quickly lowered her gaze.

“Now move, cunts!” Whips cracked and cries rang out, and the coffle of women started to move. Daerenica felt herself tugged by the girl in front of her. She started walking forward, helpless to do anything but follow, and she felt herself jerk someone behind her and then that woman began walking too. The coffle shuffled forward.

The line of captives was led from the temple and down a road that traversed through the forest. The orcs kept the women moving with slashes of their whips, randomly striking out at the captives. A few times, Daerenica felt the lash herself as they were driven forward. The captives walked for hours. Daerenica was exhausted but the fear of the whip kept her going. They walked most of the day until the sun began to dip below the horizon. “Halt, slaves!” an orc yelled. The coffle stopped. “Kneel!” the voice commanded. Daerenica and the others crouched down or fell to their knees. The orc kept issuing instructions. “Sit on your heels! Part your knees so your thighs are spread! Straighten your backs and stick out your tits! Suck in your bellies! Keep your chins up but your eyes averted down!” Daerenica tried her best to follow the orc’s commands and kneel as instructed. Orcs walked along the line correcting the women’s postures. An orc kicked at the knees of the woman next to Daerenica. “Spread them wider. You kneel with your thighs spread wide so your orc masters can always see your cunts! For those are what define you now!” Hoping to avoid being kicked herself, Daerenica parted her own thighs wider. As she knelt like this, its purpose was clear. She was displaying herself fully. Her most intimate parts were fully displayed. Slaves had no right to privacy. Slaves had no ownership of control over their own bodies. Kneeling like this drove home what she was now.

After all of the women knelt to the orcs’ satisfaction, the orcs began unclipping chains that secured the women’s collars together and removing the cuffs from their wrists. “Alright, rise sluts and get to work. We will give you tasks to get the camp set up for the night. If any of you try and run, we will slit your throats!” The women rose to their feet. Daerenica and a few other slaves were tasked with collecting wood to make fires. As they worked, an orc kept a close eye on them and Daerenica knew escape was all but impossible. 

When Daerenica and the other wood-gathering slaves returned to the makeshift camp, she saw other slaves, including the elf Ciliren, setting up tents under the direction and supervision of some orcs. Daerenica was sent off again to fetch more wood as other slaves were tasked with building the fires and starting to prepare meals for the orcs and goblins. All of the women were kept busy and any who were too slow or did not complete a task to the orcs’ liking was corrected with a hard slash of the whip. After the camp was fully set up and the orcs and goblins had all eaten, the slaves were permitted to eat. They were offered bowls of water and a mushy gray substance of ground-up fish and grains that the orcs called ‘slave gruel.’ 

After the slaves had eaten, an orc called out. “Ok brothers, enjoy the sluts tonight, and tomorrow we continue on our journey!” An orc walked over and grabbed Daerenica by her hair and began dragging her over to a tent. “Please I am too sore! Please I cannot take any more!” Daerenica pleaded. She was slapped hard across the face. The orc pushed her down onto some furs that had been set on the ground inside the tent.

The orc descended upon her, lying down on top of her body, forcing himself between her legs. Using his hand, he guided his swollen cock against her bruised, sore pussy. The orc began pushing his cock inside her, causing Daerenica to grunt in pain. The orc began thrusting viciously, his strokes driving agonized grunts and groans from Daerenica as she writhed helplessly beneath him. The orc reached down and began mauling her breasts with his hand, roughly squeezing and twisting them and pinching her nipples as he continued to plunge into her, his strokes becoming frenzied until his cock exploded inside her. The orc grunted as he came and then pulled himself off of her and exited the tent. Almost immediately another orc entered. It seemed the tents were not for the orcs to sleep, just to have a comfortable place to fuck their new slaves. Daerenica wailed in anguished as the new orc settle down on top of her and without giving her any chance to recover, he shoved his cock inside her battered, swollen pussy. Daerenica sobbed as the orc began his wild, pounding thrusts into her until he came, dumping his vile orc cum inside her.

Without saying a word, the orc exited and the next one filed in. He grabbed Daerenica by the hair and yanked her up on her knees before pushing his cock to her lips. Daerenica reluctantly parted her lips so that the orc could force his cock inside her mouth and down her throat, causing her to gag. The orc ignored her struggles and pounded her throat and mouth until he released his cum. Daerenica desperately swallowed the disgusting orc cum and the orc withdrew from her mouth. He pushed her back to the furs and left.

The next orc stepped into the tent and pushed Daerenica onto her belly. The orc settles on top of her and she felt a sharp, prodding pressure against her asshole. Daerenica let out a sharp cry, her ass clenching as the thick cock drove into her rectum. The orc began thrusting hard with his hips, driving his cock in and out of her ass as he swung his hand down over and over, slapping her ass cheeks hard until they were stinging and red. After a few minutes of the brutal thrusts, the orc spewed his cum inside her bowels.

After a handful of more orcs and goblins come in the tent to and fuck Daerenica, she passed out from pain and exhaustion and was allowed to sleep for a couple hours. At dawn, she and the other slaves were yanked up and put back in their slave coffle, chained and cuffed. “Move sluts!” an orc shouted.  Daerenica could hardly walk. She was so sore, so exhausted. But fear forced her to move and she and the other slaves continued their journey.

The orc and goblins escorted their captives for several more hours. Their objective was to rendezvous with Grimnor’s much larger war party, which was heading in their direction. Finally, the two groups reached each other.

The orcs removed Daerenica from the coffle to take her to Grimnor. As Daerenica was led past hundreds of orc warriors, she realized how sizable the force was. And she surmised that all of Jorshah must be getting invaded. She wondered the fate of King Otto. Would his forces stand a chance against the orcs? She knew the answer to that question. They stood no chance. That is why they needed the elf magic. And that plan had now been shattered. As Daerenica was led down the forest road, she spotted a familiar face. A young blonde elf was against a tree, her wrists secured with rope around the trunk. An orc warrior was pressed against her, her leg lifted up on his shoulder as he thrust into her cunt, grunting with pleasure as he did so. 

Daerenica recognized her as the young elf princess, Miriella. She had been one of the first elves that King Otto’s forces had abducted from Elevosia. Given her royal status, Daerenica had wanted to torture and interrogate her to see what she knew about elf magic. But King Otto had overruled Daerenica. He had said that a slave as valuable as a princess should go to Grimnor. That such a gift would cement the alliance between orcs and Jorshah. As the orc thrust into the young elven beauty, it was clear the orcs did indeed enjoy the gift. But it had not spared Jorshah. Miriella whimpered and gasped as the orc thrust into her and though she had a sad, defeated look in her eyes, she offered no resistance whatsoever. Daerenica wondered whether the gasps and whimpers were of pleasure or pain. But then it dawned on her that it did not matter. A slave’s pleasure was irrelevant. Only the master’s pleasure mattered. And it was clear the orc was thoroughly enjoying the young elf’s cunt.

Daerenica was led on, further down the road until she reached a large orc, surrounded by several other orcs. The orc leading Daerenica grabbed her by the neck and shoved her forward, presenting her to the large orc. 

“Chieftain, I present to you the captured High Priestess Daerenica.” Daerenica realized she was being presented to Grimnor Longtooth, the chieftain of the orc horde. She wondered what nightmare the orc leader had in store for her.

(End of Part 7, to be continued...)

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