The Tale of Daerenica: Part 9 – Daerenica’s Interrogation Continues

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The orcs returned to the cult temple with their coffle of elf and human slaves. Daerenica had said this was where the orcs would find the portal to Elevosia. However, she still insisted that it was linked by magic to her and that only she could open it. Daerenica was trying to negotiate with the orcs. To strike a deal so that they would let her stay free. But the orcs did not make deals with slaves. And so her interrogation and torture would continue.

Most of the orcs entered the temple with the slaves but Daerenica was to be interrogated outside where her screams would not disturb everyone inside. She was tied to a tree outside the temple walls. The priestess was suspended in the air with her back against the tree and her wrists tied above her head, the other end of the rope tied to a branch above her so that her feet did not reach the ground. Daerenica feared she was going to be whipped again. But the orcs were not ready to interrogate her yet. First, they planned to soften her up. An orc stepped up to Daerenica, pushed her knees apart, and moved in between her spread thighs.

Daerenica knew what was coming and she started to cry softly. The priestess had been ravaged over and over since her capture and she was so sore. She could not take any more.  But the orc did not care.  He pushed his cock between her pussy lips and then violently thrust forward, driving himself hard into her and causing her to cry out. The orc was well-endowed, even by orc standards, as he began to violently thrust into the priestess with his massive cock, driving into her again and again.  Daerenica felt like she was being split apart. The orc grabbed her hips to give himself more leverage. Daerenica cried as she lay limp in his grip, bouncing with each thrust. 

As this latest orc pounded her, Daerenica realized she had lost count of how many orcs had raped her since her capture. But with each brutal fucking, her resolve was weakened. She had started out so defiant. Determined to take the secret of the portal to the grave and deny the orcs access. Now she was desperate to make some kind of deal to give the portal to the orcs in return for her freedom. The constant ravaging made it clear that life as an orc slave would be unbearable. But with each orc cock that brutalized her, and every torment that was inflicted on her, she felt her resolve slip away even more. Perhaps she should just tell them everything and make the torment stop. Perhaps she should just accept the inevitable.  But she pushed the thought aside. If she surrendered the portal, she would be enslaved and this would be what she suffered the rest of her life. She had to stay strong!  She had to force them to make a deal!

The orc fucked her for a few minutes until he grunted and spewed his seed into her ravaged cunt. The orc continued to thrust until he was limp, then let her go and stepped away. Another orc took his place. Daerenica shook her head. “No, please no more,” she whimpered. The orc ignored her pleas. Slaves had no right to decline being fucked. This orc’s cock was just as large as the last one, and he positioned it at her sore pussy and drove it deep into her until he was buried at the hilt. Grabbing Daerenica’s hips, the orc began slamming into her. Daerenica jerked wildly and howled in dismay. She begged and pleaded for the orc to stop. Her pleas were once again ignored and the orc continued thrusting away. After a few minutes, the orc’s hard stabbing thrusts hit a fevered pitch before he grunted loudly and came inside her. 

The orc moved away and the next one stepped forward. “Please I cannot take anymore!” Daerenica sobbed. The orc turned the priestess around so she was facing the tree trunk. He parted her ass cheeks and pressed his cock against her anus. “No! Please not there!” Daerenica wailed, which turned to a high-pitched shriek as he drove forward with his hips, sinking is cock fully into her ass. The orc began viciously thrusting and Daerenica slumped forward, a hoarse, guttural whine escaping her lips with each hard thrust. She jerked and twitched, desperate to escape as the orc drove his cock in and out of her ass. The orc did not last long in her tight ass and he grunted as he dumped his load in her.

Then the next orc was up. Daerenica sobbed as the next orc flipped her back around, drove his cock into her bruised, tender pussy, and began thrusting away until he dumped his load in her. And then the next orc stepped up. This continued for hours. Orc after orc fucked her, filled her with cum, and then another orc moved in. Daerenica wondered if Ug’dromon had forsaken her.

…….

After hours, the orcs’ gangrape of Daerenica finally ended. She hung limp from the ropes suspending her below the tree, her head down, cum oozing out of her gaping, swollen holes. Now that she had been softened, the real interrogation could begin. One of the orcs, a warrior named Yakgnath, went and fetched a leather strap swishing it in the air as he began to speak. “Tell us how we can control the portal,” he demanded sternly.

“I already told you, only I can open it…” Daerenica whimpered. Yakgnath drew back his arm and swung the strap, lashing Daerenica hard across the stomach. THWACK! She cried out in pain. He struck her again, hitting another area of her abdomen. THWACK! Daerenica let out another pained wail as she flailed about in the air, still suspended by her wrists with rope to the tree. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Daerenica screamed as Yakgnath worked the strap up and down her torso with hard slashes. “Please I swear I told you everything!” she sobbed. Yakgnath swung the strap hard striking the underside of her left breast. THWACK! Daerenica screamed in pain and thrashed wildly. The orc struck the other breast, swinging his arm as hard as he could. THWACK! Daerenica screamed again. Snarling, Yakgnath began striking her over and over across her breasts; until they were covered in nasty red welts. Daerenica was convulsing in agony as she wailed.

Yakgnath turned to another orc who was standing guard. “Use stakes and secure her legs so she is spread-eagle,” he ordered. The orc fetched metal stakes and rope. He returned and tied the rope around her ankles and the other end to the stakes, which were driven in the ground so that her legs were splayed widely.

“Are you ready to talk or shall we continue?” Yakgnath asked. 

“Please I have told you everything…” Daerenica began. THWACK! Yakgnath brought down the strap hard on the inside of Daerenica’s left thigh, above her knees, causing her to cry out again. He swung his arm again, striking the other thigh above the knee. The orc swung the strap again, striking her first thigh a little higher. Yakgnath went back and forth between each thigh, moving higher each time until her thighs were covered in nasty welts.

Yakgnath paused and let Daerenica catch her breath. “How do we access the portal?” he angrily yelled. Daerenica did not respond. Yakgnath sighed, and swung his arm as hard as he could in an upward motion, smashing the strap into Daerenica’s inflamed, swollen pussy. Daerenica’s eyes widened and then she let out an inhumane scream. Her body convulsed and shook in agony. The orc thrashed her pussy again, causing another agonized scream from the priestess. Then again. And again. Over and over her whipped her pussy with the strap until she screamed so much that her voice gave out. Still, the orc continued until Daerenica passed out from the pain. The orcs would resume their interrogation later.

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A couple hours later, the elf slaves Miriella and Ciliren were kneeling on the ground in front of the unconscious Daerenica, who was still suspended with robe below a tree. The two elves had spent the last several hours being fucked by elf warriors but had been permitted a small break to rest. But even during periods of rest, slaves were expected to be useful, and so Miriella and Ciliren had been tasked with alerting the orcs when Daerenica woke up. The two young elves were speaking softly to each other while they waited.

“It will get better for you,” Miriella tried to reassure Ciliren. “Eventually you get used to them fucking you all the time, and you will get better at pleasing them so you do not get whipped as much.”

“I hope you are right,” Ciliren whimpered, wiping her tears from her eyes. She starred down at her swollen red pussy and the orc cum oozing from it. “I don’t see how I will ever get used to this.

Miriella nodded. “I didn’t think I would either but I did.  For the most part.” She paused and looked around, making sure there were no orcs nearby. Seeing none, she spoke in a low voice. “Before I was enslaved, I was a princess. Princess Miriella of Argothrond. Do you know if my family or my kingdom is looking for me?”

Ciliren’s eyes lit up when she realized who this slave was. She nodded. “Yes, the news that a princess was missing had spread all over Elevosia, across  all the kingdoms. I know your father and mother sent search parties all over Elevosia looking for you. But as far as I know, no one has any idea what happened to you. Certainly, I was not aware that this world had gained access to ours. If I had known, I obviously would not have travelled through the Great Forest and been taken.”

The elves’ conversation was interrupted by soft moaning. Daerenica had awoken. 

“I will go fetch the Masters,” Miriella replied and she hurried off while Ciliren remained kneeling. Sore and exhausted, she wanted to rest for as long as possible.

A goblin named Gnarlug approached a few minutes later. He specialized in interrogations and held a small pouch which had a useful tool for that task. Gnarlug walked over to inspect Daerenica. “A you are awake? Good. We can continue.” 

Daerenica let out a weak sob and shook her head. “Please I can’t take anymore!”

“Well, you know what you must tell us to make it stop,” Gnarlug replied. He opened the pouch he was holding and showed Daerenica the contents of the pouch, a set of a dozen long needles. The needles were four inches long and mounted on a wooden handle. “These here are very good at making humans talk. You see, they have been coated in diluted basilisk venom. Diluted enough so that it will not kill you. But when a needle coated in it is pushed into your sensitive body parts, it will be the most agonizing pain you have ever felt. You will wish you were dead. You cannot imagine how painful it. Well, in a minute you will not have to imagine…” Gnarlug turned towards Ciliren. “Slave come over here.”

Ciliren had been watching intently. She despised Daerenica because of the priestess’ involvement in her abduction from Elevosia, not to mention the torment Daerenica had put her through before the orcs had seized them both. The young elf was all too happy to see this vile human priestess suffer. “Yes Master,” Ciliren replied and she rose from the ground and approached.

Gnarlug pointed to Daerenica. “Slave, suck on her nipple. Get it nice and hard and ready for these needles.” Smiling at the thought of getting her vengeance, Ciliren leaned in and wrapped her lips around Daerenica’s left nipple and gentle sucked on it and flicked at with her tongue. After she teased at it with her mouth for a minute or so, Ciliren felt it start to stiffen. She continued sucking for a few more seconds before she pulled her head away, staring with delight at the saliva-coated, stiff nipple.

Gnarlug moved in, groping her breast, and examining her swollen nipple to confirm it was ready. He grinned and took the nipple between his finger and thumb and with his other hand, and pressed one of the needles against the tip. Daerenica stared in horror as the needle pressed sharply into the tip of her needle, without yet piercing it. “Please no!” she whimpered. Gnarlug pushed the needle so that it pierced her nipple and plunged into it. Daerenica’s eyes widened and she let out a piercing scream, thrashing wildly. The pain from the sharp needle and the venom permeated her nipple and then her entire breast, waves of agonizing searing, burning pain. Gnarlug continued pushing the needle further and further until all four inches penetrated her tender nipple and into her breast. Daerenica screamed and screamed, as she continued thrashing wildly against her bindings for several minutes.

Finally, her thrashing stopped and she fell limp against the rope bindings, sobbing, her chest heaving. “How do we take control of the portal?” Gnarlug asked. As he waited for her answer, he grabbed another needle. 

“Please, I have told you the truth. Only I can control…” Daerenica’s answer turned to an agonized scream as the goblin pushed the second needle into her nipple from another angle. Once again, she bucked wildly from the searing, unbearable pain coursing in waves from her tortured nipple and breast. Her demented screaming continued as the goblin slowly twisted and pushed the needle through her nipple and into the meat of her breast.

Gnarlug again waited for Daerenica to stop screaming and thrashing before he continued. He looked again to Ciliren. “Slave, now suck the other nipple.”

“Yes Master,” the elf responded, her voice trembling. She despised Daerenica, but even she felt sorry for the human priestess, seeing how painful the torture was. But Ciliren obediently complied and leaned in and sucked on the right nipple until it grew stiff. When she was done, she pulled her mouth away, and Gnarlug cupped Daerenica’s breast.

“No! No! Please no! No more! I can’t take any more!” Daerenica wailed. The goblin ignored her pleas and pushed a needle into her other nipple. Yet again, Daerenica screamed in agony and bucked wildly from the searing, burning pain.

“Talk!” Gnarlug commanded angrily. When she still did not comply, the goblin took another needle and plunged it into her right nipple. Daerenica’s screams pierced their air and she shook violently.

The goblin turned to Ciliren and commanded, “Lick her cunt, slave; get her clit nice and ready for a needle.” Daerenica wailed and shook her head. She knew the pain of one of those needles in her sensitive clit would be unimaginable.

Ciliren gave her a sympathetic look but replied softly, “Yes, Master.” She leaned in, gripping Daerenica’s thighs and pushed her face between them. Ciliren began lapping at the priestess’ cunt with her tongue. Daerenica had spent much of the day being fucked by orcs and Ciliren could taste the vile, sour, stale cum that coated and filled her pussy, but she kept going, sliding her tongue up and down Daerenica’s slit. Daerenica began to squirm as her body reacted to the elf’s teasing tongue. Ciliren pushed her tongue in deeper, lapping at Daerenica’s pussy, sliding her tongue up and down. Then she moved up, licking her clit with the flat of her tongue before flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Daerenica let out a small whimper. Her body was reacting quickly. Ciliren ran her tongue back and forth from Daerenica’s clit to her pussy and back to her clit, tracing circles around it and then flicking at it again. As Daerenica's clit started to swell, Ciliren began to suck on it. Daerenica let out a small moan and Ciliren felt the priestess’ thighs squeeze against her head.

The goblin pulled Ciliren's head away. “Alright priestess, last chance. You know how much those needles hurt going in your nipples. Just think of how it will feel going in your clit.”

Daerenica started stammering. “Please! Do not do this! Please I beg you! We can make a deal! I can open and close the portal for you whenever you want! Please!” The goblin picked up another needed and Daerenica started to sob, shaking her head frantically. “Please no! Please no!” Using one hand to part her pussy lips, he touched the point of the needle against her sensitive, swollen clit. “No! Please no! Noooo!” Daerenica wailed.

The goblin pushed the needle into her clit and Daerenica let out an inhuman scream as she bucked wildly. She thrashed against the ropes holding her wrists and ankles in a demented frenzy,  as she screamed and screamed. Of all the torment she had been put through since being captured by the orcs, this was by far the worst. Her clit felt liked it was being seared with a hot iron and cut off with a knife at the same time. The pain coursed in waves throughout her pussy and then her whole body. The pain overwhelmed her and her head slumped forward as she fell unconscious. But some slaps to her face woke her up. The goblin picked up another needle and moved it towards her clit.

Daerenica surrendered. She could not take anymore. “The scrolls on how to control the portal are hidden in the temple. I can show you where they are.  The scroll will explain the ritual to take over the portal.  You have already defeated me, the current owner of the portal, which is the first step of the ritual. You must sacrifice royal blood with fire and recite the right incantations and then the portal will be yours! Please I will show you the scrolls! Please! Please no more! No more pain!”

The goblin grinned. The priestess had broken. He went to fetch some of the warlocks so they could take her into the temple and be shown the scrolls. Daerenica cried softly. She had given up the last card she had to play. She knew her fate would now be that of every other woman of Jorshah. She would be a slave.

(End of Part 9, to be continued...)

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