The Tale of Daerenica: Part 8 – Daerenica’s interrogation Begins

Daerenica was standing before the orc war chieftain, Grimnor Longtooth. She was trembling, but trying her best to conceal her fear. Grimnor stared down at her. Behind him were a half dozen orc warlocks and shamans. They were the foremost experts among the orcs of all things magical and mystical. Grimnor would need their assistance to take and hold the portal, once Daerenica revealed her secrets.

Grimnor spoke first. “Priestess, as we speak, my horde is razing your kingdom. If your king is not already dead, he soon will be. He made a fatal mistake when he refused to give me the portal. Now, because of his arrogance, his kingdom will lie in ruin. Every man will be killed and every woman will be enslaved. Jorshah will cease to exist. And now I have you. Like all of Jorshah’s women, you will spend the rest of your life as a slave. But you can save yourself a lot of pain if you surrender the portal to me and spill all your secrets about it to my warlocks and shamans.” Grimnor reached his hand forward and stroked her cheek. “Slavery to orcs can be very cruel. But it does not have to be. If you cooperate, I will see that you do not suffer a particularly cruel slavery. Here, let me show you.” He turned and called out, “Slave, wine!”

A young, blonde human slave hurried over, holding a tray with a pair of goblets. She was quite beautiful. Unlike many of the slaves that Daerenica had seen, she was not covered in dirt and grime. Bejeweled chains encircled her body, accentuating her curves. Her elbows were locked in bondage, a metal bar securing them behind her back and which forced her to arch her back and her breasts to jut out more. But compared to most of the other slaves Daerenica had seen, her condition was not that bad at all.

“Slave tell this Priestess your name,” Grimnor commanded.

“I am called Agrippa, Master,” she replied, looking at and addressing Grimnor even though she had been instructed to speak to Daerenica. As a trained slave, she always focused her attention on her orc masters.

“And tell her how your life started as a slave,” Grimnor instructed.

“After my village was ransacked and I was captured, I was put in an orc brothel camp,” she whimpered softly, emotion in her voice. “It was very harsh.”

“And how many orcs fucked you every day in that camp?” Grimnor asked her.

“It is hard to know Master, but it was all day every day,” Agrippa replied. “Many, many dozen every day, I would say.”

“And besides being fucked, how else were you treated?” Grimnor asked.

“Many of the orcs enjoyed doing things other than fucking me. Some whipped me or beat me or tortured me just for their pleasure,” Agrippa replied, her voice trembling.

“And did you enjoy your life in the brothel camp?” Grimnor asked.

“No, Master, it was awful,” Agrippa whimpered, her voice trembling.

“And how did your slavery come to change?”

“Master, you visited the brothel camp and you found me pretty and you enjoyed how tight and wet my cunt was when you shoved your cock in me. So, you purchased me and made me your cupbearer,” Agrippa replied.

“And is your life better now?” Grimnor asked.

“Yes, Master, now most days I am not fucked by more than a dozen or so orcs, at most. Many days even less.  I am only whipped or beaten if I am displeasing. I get much more food and water than I got in the brothel. And I get to sleep on furs indoors rather than in a cage outside. My life is much better now.”

Grimnor took one of the goblets from Agrippa’s tray, chugged the wine, and set the goblet back on the tray. “Dismissed, slave.” Grimnor turned back to Daerenica, as Agrippa hurried away. “So, what will it be, High Priestess?”

Daerenica lifted her head and glared at Grimnor. “You are an honorless backstabber!” she snapped angrily. “You betrayed our alliance! Even if my king is dead, I will never betray him. And I will never help you! I will never tell you how to find and control the portal. And subject me to whatever slavery you will. My life here is short and I will be rewarded in the afterlife by my God. But no matter what you do to me, the day you decided to betray Jorshah was the day you lost access to the elves!”

Grimnor sneered at the High Priestess. “Your god will not save you from what we have in store for you if you do not cooperate. You will talk. It is just a question of how much you suffer before you do.” He turned to the guards who had escorted her. “It seems this human needs softened up more. See to it.” The guards nodded and dragged Daerenica off.

Daerenica was taken to the edge of the war camp, where her screams would not disturb most. The guards led her to a large tree, tying her wrists with rope and then draping the other end over a branch and pulling it so that her arms were yanked above her head. The guards tied the rope off so that she was standing, her toes barely touching the ground and her arms suspended above her head. One of the guards pulled a whip free from his belt. “It seemed getting fucked didn’t soften you up so we will try another method,” he informed her, grinning evilly. Daerenica closed her eyes. Her lip trembled. She prayed to Ug’dromon that she was strong enough to resist the torment that they were about to inflict on her.

The orc stood behind her and raised his arm, brandishing the whip. He swung his arm and the whip sliced through the air and cracked across Daerenica’s back, slashing into her flesh. There was an explosion of searing pain and Daerenica bucked wildly against the rope holding her wrists, screaming in agony. Daerenica had been beaten by the priestesses when she was young, but that pain was nothing compared to this. The orc swung his arm and the whip struck her back again, causing another explosion of pain. Then a third time. And a fourth time. With each slash of the whip, Daerenica jerked wildly, screaming in agony. The orc swung the whip again and again, striking her a fifth, sixth, and seventh time. The leather of the whip bit into her flesh, leaving a crisscross of blood-speckled welts across her back. Daerenica screamed and bucked wildly, the pain overwhelming her. Her entire back felt like it was on fire. She could feel blood dripping down her back from where the whip had cut into her flesh.

The guard swung the whip three more times to strike her an eighth, ninth and tenth time. Daerenica wailed in agony, hanging limply from the ropes holding up her wrists. “Where is the portal!” the orc shouted. When the priestess did not respond, he swung the whip over and over, slashing her back again and again. He stopped when he had struck her another ten times. “Where is the portal!?” he repeated loudly.

Still Daerenica did stuck answer. The orc struck her another ten times. Daerenica was too weak to even scream. She hung limply, her chest heaving, sweat pouring off her body and stinging the cuts and welts on her back. She wept, and whimpered in between her sobs, “Please no more.”

“Then tell me where the portal is,” the guard replied. When she hesitated to respond, he started whipping Daerenica again, causing her to howl in pain. The orc struck her another twenty times. Laying more vicious red lines across cross her back.

The orc paused and circled around to stand in front of her. “Where is the portal,” he snarled.

Daerenica could not take anymore. The pain was too much. “It is at our temple,” she whimpered softly. “It is hidden but I can make it appear or reappear with the right incantations.” 

The orc nodded. “If you are lying, I will…”

“I am not lying,” Daerenica whimpered, cutting him off. “Please I swear. I swear on my life. I swear with Ug’dromon as my witness.”

The guard decided she was telling the truth. He knew there was more she must reveal but she was close to broken right now and more whipping right now would do no good. He would continue the interrogation later. The orc took his dagger and reached up to cut the ropes holding Daerenica’s wrists. When they were sliced, she collapsed onto the ground. The orc turned to the other guard. “Get her cleaned up. Then you and the others can have fun with her. Perhaps if she is fucked some more, she will learn her place and that she has no right to keep secrets from her masters.” He departed to discuss what he had learned with Grimnor’s warlocks.

……

While Daerenica was being interrogated, Xorakk arrived with his captives from Jorshah, including Princess Esarina and Queen Avilrona. Xorakk expected Grimnor would want the princess right away, but instead Grimnor requested that Queen Avilrona be collared and branded and brought to him. Xorakk ordered her unchained from the coffle and taken to be branded and collared. He watched as she was tied down on a log as an orc slaver heated up the brand over a fire. Avilrona saw what the slaver was doing began pleading. “Please do not do this to me! Please I am a queen, not some common slave! Please!” The slaver gagged the queen, both to shut up her annoying pleas and also to muffle the scream that would come when she was branded.

The slaver waited until the brand was heated and then unceremoniously pressed it to her thigh. Avilrona screamed in agony through the gag and bucked wildly against the rope holding her down as the brand seared into her flesh, marking her a slave. The slaver untied her and pulled her from the log. Her kept her gagged to muffle her sobs as he locked a new collar around her throat. Since she was being presented to the war chief, Xorakk had her dressed in pretty chain mail slave “silks” that concealed nothing but accentuated her curves well. Xorakk then attached a leash to her collar and brought her to Grimnor. 

Grimnor was seated in a chair. Miriella was kneeling in front of him with a cloth and bucket of water, washing his feet. “I present to you the former queen, and now slave, Avilrona,” Xorakk announced, thrusting the former queen in front of him to present her to Grimnor. 

Grimnor’s eyes raked over the woman. “Good work Xorakk. Leave her with me; I wish to test this slave out.” Xorakk nodded and removed her gag before shoving her forward, closer to Grimnor. He then departed. Grimnor pointed at his feet. “Kneel in front of me slut.” Reluctantly, Avilrona approached and got on her knees next to Miriella. “Spread your thighs slut. Wider! So I can see your cunt. That cunt belongs to me and you are never allowed to shield it from my gaze!” Avilrona quickly parted her knees wider. “So, it seems I have added a princess and queen as chattel,” Grimnor remarked.

The mention of her daughter made Avilrona start to sob. “Please Master, spare my daughter. I will be a good and obedient slave, but please spare my daughter! She is young and innocent and she will never survive as a slave!” Avilrona begged as she looked up pleadingly at Grimnor.

Grimnor would never free any slave, let alone a princess. But he decided to toy with Avilrona. He knew he could use the daughter to break her mother and condition her to slavery. Grimnor gestured toward Miriella. “This one was a princess. And now look at her. An obedient slave. A true slut. Slave worship my cock!” He lowered his pants.

“Yes master,” Miriella responded. She dropped the rag and sat up. The elf slave pressed her lips to Grimnor’s cock and began kissing it, moving her lips up and down his shaft. 

“This slave here was every bit the proud and innocent princess your daughter is, but she learned quickly enough,” Grimnor said to Avilrona. “Now look at her. Your daughter will crave orc cock just like this one soon enough.”

Avilrona shook her head. “Please Master, I beg you. Spare my daughter, I beg you!”

Grimnor paused as he pretended to contemplate her request. “Perhaps if you show me you are an eager slut, I will have no need for your daughter as a slave and will spare her. Join this slave and worship my cock.”

“Yes, Master,” Avilrona whimpered. She sat up, leaned in, planted her lips on the other side of his cock and began kissing up and down just like Miriella.

“Now lick my balls, slaves,” Grimnor commanded. Miriella lowered her head, and began licking his balls. Avilrona hesitated a moment but then imitated Miriella. Soon, each slave was licking and sucking on one of Grimnor’s testicles. They were sweaty and disgusting and Avilrona wanted to retch but the desire to protect her daughter kept her going. She sucked his testicle into her mouth and flicked at with her tongue while Miriella licked up and down his sack, drool spilling down her chin. Grimnor closed his eyes, enjoying the warm, wet feel of the human and elf slaves’ mouths on his balls. 

Miriella pulled her head away from Grimnor’s balls and moved up to his shaft, sliding her tongue up and down it. Avilrona kept her focus on the orc’s balls for another minute but then she joined Miriella, her tongue now sliding up and down his shaft. She was doing her best to imitate Miriella, hoping that if she was a pleasing slave, she would shield her daughter from this nightmare. Grimnor smiled, observing that the former queen had a natural talent to licking cock. Miriella moved up and took the head of his cock into mouth and swirled her tongue around flicking and teasing it. After a minute, the slaves switched and Avilrona took the head of the orc’s cock in her mouth while Miriella ran her tongue and down his shaft. The slaves went back and forth, licking and sucking the orc’s balls and cock.

The slaves continued pleasuring Grimnor with their mouths. Grimnor could not hold out any longer. While Avilrona had her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, he groaned as the orgasm hit him and waves of cum spurted from his cock, filling her mouth. After he finished cumming, Avilrona pulled her head away, her cheeks red with shame. She had swallowed most of the cum but her lips were coated in it. Miriella grabbed Avilrona’s head and pulled her in, pressing her mouth to Avilrona’s, licking her lips and then pushing her tongue into Avilrona’s mouth licking and sucking up the cum that remained in her mouth. When she was done, she moved back to Grimnor’s cock and licked and sucked it clean, placing an affectionate kiss on the tip before she returned to her kneeling position. Avilrona did the same, leaning in to kiss Grimnor’s cock before she knelt at his feet, her thighs parted widely. Grimnor pulled up his pants and then stared down at them. He had a former elven princess and human queen kneeling at his feet. He could see Miriella’s cunt was glistening. She was quite wet with arousal after having worshipped an orc cock. Grimnor knew it was only a matter of time before Avilrona’s cunt reacted the same way. 

As he looked down at the slaves, a warlock approached. He leaned in and whispered something in Grimnor’s ear. Grimnor nodded and then stood up. He took a chain and attached one end to Miriella’s collar and the other to Avilrona’s, coffling them together. Then he took a leash from his belt and attached it to Miriella’s collar so that he would lead them both. “Come sluts. We must make preparations to head back to the cult’s temple. It seems that is where will find the portal.” Grimnor was very eager to get the portal and add even more princesses and queens to his collection.

(End of Part 8, to be continued...)

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