The Tale of Shanaera: Part 1 – Added to the Slave Coffle

It was night and Vagrat had made camp with his raiding party and the three captured elves from Olfe Serine. He had just finished fucking Tilvial and now she was on her hands and knees with the other two elves, being ravaged by the other goblins. Vagrat was about to go to sleep when a party of goblins arrived. It was Wartarm and he had brought Krochak with him. Wartarm and Krochak filled Vagrat in on what had happened. And then they presented Shanaera to Vagrat.

“You let this elf cunt get the better of you?” Vagrat growled to Krochak.

“She ambushed me!” Krochak protested. “But after I got freed, I fucked her good. And she loved it! She came twice, from my tongue and my cock! I helped tame this one into slavery!”

Shanaera glared defiantly at Vagrat. “I demand to be released!” she cried. “I have no idea how you vile creatures got to our world, but you better go back where you came from. Or else you will face the wrath of the united elven kingdoms, who will destroy you and wipe you from this world, like we did the last time you poisoned it with your presence!”

Vagrat chuckled and looked at his son. “Tame, eh?” he remarked. “It seems to me she still needs tamed.” He turned to Wartarm. “Tie her up to be whipped.” Wartarm quickly fetched some rope and tied it around Shanaera’s wrists. The rope was draped over and pulled around a tree branch, raising Shanaera’s arms until they were stretched high above her head and she had to stand on her tiptoes to keep her feet on the ground. Vagrat removed a long, coiled whip from his belt and handed it to Krochak. “Here you go. You don’t tame slaves with your cock. You tame them with a whip. Tame her.”

Krochak drew the whip back and swung it hard, cracking it across the flesh of Shanaera’s ass. She cried out as the whip bit into her flesh, causing an explosion of pain across her backside. Krochak continued whipping the her, swinging the whip over and over, landing the whip all over her ass, until Shanaera was screaming in pain. Each slash of the whip painted an ugly red line across her ass, a few strokes breaking her skin and causing speckles of blood to drip down her pale skin. Shanaera’s throat was raw from her agonized screaming. Krochak struck her ass twenty times in total, and then Vagrat raised his hand to pause the whipping.

“Whip her back too,” Vagrat instructed. Krochak switched his aim, and the whip struck Shanaera across her back, causing more pained screams from the elf. Krochak swung the whip over and over, laying a series of nasty red stripes down the length of Shanaera’s back, and tearing into her skin. Shanaera was soon howling as she thrashed and danced around on her toes, trying in vain to turn her body away from the whip. Her sobs and screams mingled with the loud crack of the whip striking her flesh. After Krochak had whipped Shanaera’s back twenty times, Vagrat raised his hand again to stop him. “That is enough for now,” he said. He walked over to the sobbing elf. Her head was drooped towards the ground, and Vagrat grabbed her chin and yanked her head up so he could look her in the eye. “You aren’t so defiant now, are you? Your elven kingdoms will not drive us from your lands. And they will not rescue you. You will spend the rest of your life as a slave.”

Krochak looked at Vagrat. “Father, I have not gotten a chance to fuck her ass yet. May I?” Vagrat nodded. He let go of Shanaera’s chin and her head fell back down. She hung limply from the ropes holding her wrists as she continued crying softly. Her back and ass were on fire and she could feel blood dripping down both. She was too weak and defeated to visibly react to the news that she was about to be sodomized.

Krochak dropped the whip and hurried over, grabbing Shanaera’s ass cheeks. She let out a pained whimper as his hands gripped her tender ass. Shanaera felt her cheeks being spread and then felt the tip of his cock pushing against her asshole. This awoke Shanaera from her weakened stupor. “Nooo!” she wailed, shaking her head. Krochak pushed hard with his hips and drove an inch of his cock into her rectum. Shanaera threw her had back and screamed. Krochak pushed forward again, driving another couple inches of his cock inside her ass. Then a third thrust drove the rest of his cock fully into Shanaera’s ass, and earned another pained scream from the elf.

After Krochak had plunged his cock all the way inside of Shanaera’s ass, he pulled back, and drove it back in again, causing her to scream again. He began thrusting in and out of her, hard. Shanaera could not believe the intense pain. It felt as if a hot poker had been shoved into her ass. The agonizing pain from her whipping and how being ass-fucked was too much for Shanaera. It overwhelmed her and she slumped over, unconscious. Krochak continued fucking her until he grunted and unleashed his seed in her ravaged ass. 

………..

Shanaera groaned as she was shaken awake. Her eyes fluttered open. It was now daylight and she realized she had slept through the night. Her back and rear end still stung fiercely from the harsh whipping she had received. 

Shanaera realized she was chained to a tree. But the chains were removed by a goblin and then Shanaera was hauled up onto her feet. “Let’s get you added to the slave coffle,” the goblin remarked.

The goblin was holding a slave yoke and he locked it around her throat, then pulled her wrists up and locked them into the rings on either side of her neck. A chain was attached to the yoke and the goblin yanked it, pulling Shanaera forward. In her weakened state, with her wrists locked in the yoke, she had no choice but to stumble along, led by the goblin. They did not walk for long before she was led to a line of three other naked elf maidens. Shanaera recognized Jastira. Shanaera had met the young elf when Shanaera had gone to the inn in Olfe Serine to ask her father about Miriella. Shanaera noticed right away Jastira’s swollen sex, and the cum oozing from it. And the bruises and welts that covered her body. And her red, swollen eyes. It was clear she had been through quite the ordeal. Shanaera noticed then that all three elves were in a similar condition. And she realized that she herself was probably iwas as well.

The three other elves were also locked in slave yokes. Jastira’s yoke was connected with a chain to Filaurel’s, whose yoke was connected to Tilvial’s, so they were all in a line. Shanaera was dragged over and her yoke was chained to Jastira’s, so that Shanaera was now in the back of the line. Shanaera stood there on her unsteady legs. She wanted to offer a comforting word to Jastira. To assure her that they were going to be OK. But Shanaera knew such words would be false. Things were not OK. They had been enslaved by vile goblins.

As the elves had stood chained together, a handful of goblins gathered and moved along the line, reaching out to squeeze and fondle the elves’ breasts and swat at their asses. A goblin stopped in front of Shanaera and reached out to grope her tits, roughly squeezing them. He then reached out and pinched her nipples until they stood at attention. “This redhead is gonna make a nice slave!” he remarked. Another goblin reached down and gripped her ass before giving it a hard slap.

“Stop that! Take your hands off of me, goblin scum!” Shanaera cried angrily. The goblins laughed and ignored her. The one that had swatted her ass forced his hand between her thighs, sinking his fingers into her pussy. He began fingering and rubbing her sex until it started to moisten. “I cannot wait to fuck this one!” the goblin exclaimed. Chained in the coffle with her wrists secured in the yoke, Shanaera was helpless to stop them, even if she had dared to try. She gave up her angry protests, knowing they were useless. Shanaera glanced over at the other elves, who were similarly being fondled, groped, and fingered. Shanaera noticed they were hardly reacting. It seemed they had grown accustomed to this treatment. Or at least resolved to it. 

After a few minutes another goblin approached the line. This one held a whip. “Alright time to move out!” he shouted. The goblins that had been molesting the four elves stepped away. “Move!’ barked the goblin with the whip and he slashed it at Tilvial in the front. She cried out and started walking, and one by one the elves were lurched forward as the elf in front of them started moving. At the end, Shanaera moved last and she had no choice but to follow along as the slave coffle started moving down the forest road.

Shanaera assumed they were heading for the portal, which she knew would take several days to reach. And she dreaded what would happen when they arrived and she was sent through it. There would be almost no chance of rescue. And she would be doomed to spend the rest of her life getting this degrading and cruel treatment. She would be a slave.

Shanaera was so sore and exhausted from her ordeal, that she stumbled frequently as she walked down the forest road. The fact that her wrists were locked in the yoke made balancing herself even harder. The other elves also frequently stumbled, and each time they did, a goblin with a whip would immediately fall upon them and whipped them to keep them moving. They were also whipped to make them move faster. And sometimes the goblins just randomly slashed them with the whips for fun. It meant that Shanaera was constantly on edge, in fear of being painfully lashed with the whip on her back, ass, legs, or breasts.

After they had walked for several hours, the elves were exhausted. They began to stumble more, and they struggled to keep a satisfactory pace. It meant that they were lashed even more with the whips. They were finally given a break. A goblin ordered them to halt and then another goblin walked down the line and thrust a flask of water to each slave’s lips and let her drink. Shanaera’s throat was parched and she thirstily drank when the flask was offered to her. She groaned in protest when it was pulled away. She was still so thirsty. Shanaera hoped they would be allowed to rest. But the goblins shouted for the elves to move and slashed at them with their whips. It seemed they were not being given a break, only a drink of water. Reluctantly, the elves began to move again. 

As she continued walking, sweat began pouring off of Shanaera’s body, stinging all the places that the whip had broken her skin. The sweat attracted flies and soon they were swarming all over the coffle of naked elves. The flies were relentless, attracted to the elves’ blood and sweat and, in particular, the rank odors between their legs from the souring goblin cum that was leaking from their holes and down their thighs. The flies' stinging bites made their journey even more miserable. Never had Shanaera felt so debased. She was being driven like cattle. She truly felt like livestock, not a proud elf. Shanaera struggled to hold herself together and not start sobbing. She was a seasoned warrior and she could only imagine how hard this was for the much younger Jastira.

By the end of the day, Shanaera was about to collapse from exhaustion. Each of the elves had fallen more than once, and each time, they were lashed fiercely until they got up. Shanera’s line of sight was mostly focused on Jastira’s back and rear end, and it was completely covered and nasty cuts and welts from the whip. Shanaera was sure her own back and ass looked the same. Finally, when the sun began to set, the goblins let them break for the day. The elves were unchained from the coffle and then the yokes were removed. They were made to kneel on the ground and each was given a bowl of slave gruel and a bowl of water. Shanaera eagerly slurped up the food and water. When she and the other elves had licked their bowls clean of every drop of gruel and water, a goblin ordered them to stand. Shanaera and the other elf maidens slowly climbed up onto their feet, their legs shaking and unsteady. “Alright sluts, use your hands and play with your cunts and get them wet!” the goblin barked. “That way you are ready for some fun. Oh, and whichever elf has the least wet cut when you are done gets whipped.”

The four elves looked between themselves, hesitating. But then they quickly thrust their hands between their legs and began rubbing themselves. Each of them knew that getting their pussies nice and lubricated would make the ravaging they were about to get less painful. And none of them wanted to be whipped.

Shanaera closed her eyes, trying to forget where she was, as she reached down and began rubbing her sex. She slowly rubbed her slit for a few moments before she slipped her fingers into her pussy. As her fingers began to thrust in and out of her sex, she felt the walls quickly growing slick with arousal. She reached down with her other hand and touched her clit gently, feeling a warm tingle of pleasure when she did. Using her fingers, she began to rub her clit as her other hand continued thrusting in and out of her now twitching, dripping cunt. 

The rhythmic plunging grew faster and faster as Shanaera’s breath came out in shallow gasps. Her fingers began thrusting even faster and she rubbed her clit harder. Her arousal quickly built and then, with a shuddering gasp, an orgasm ripped through her body, her pussy juices spurting all over her thrusting hand. Shanaera opened her eyes. Her cheeks were burning red hot with shame. She glanced over at the other elves who were all still masturbating. Filaurel gasped and her body began to shake as she was hit with an orgasm. Jastira and Tilvial continued fingering themselves, trying to reach climax. Shanaera reached down again and started rubbing herself again, determined to make her pussy as wet as possible and ensure she did not get whipped. Filaurel soon followed suit.

“Alright stop!” the goblin barked and the elves pulled their hands away from their cunts. The goblin walked over to Shanaera first and shoved his hand between her legs, thrusting a couple fingers in her cunt. He swirled it around a few times, feeling her wetness before he withdrew his fingers and held them up to inspect them. After his inspection, he wiped his fingers off on Shanaera’s face, around her lips and under her nose so she would be able to taste and smell her shame. Then he moved down the line and thrust his fingers into Jastira’s cunt, testing her wetness. He did the same for the other two elves. He pointed to Jastira. “That one gets whipped. You better learn to get your cunt wetter next time, slut.” Another goblin stepped forward and grabbed the now sobbing Jastira. He dragged her off the road a few feet into the forest and a couple minutes later, the sound of a leather striking flesh and Jastira’s pained scream echoed through the forest.

The other three elves were put on their hands and knees as the goblins eagerly lined up. Shanaera closed her eyes as a goblin positioned behind her, pushed her thighs farther apart. The goblin spoke. “I can smell how aroused you are; you really do crave slavery, slut.” She recognized the voice. It was Krochak. He grabbed her hips and drove his cock into her wet cunt. He thrust in and out of her hard, and Shanaera was embarrassed at how good it felt as his cock plunged into her slick cunt. She felt herself rising rapidly towards another orgasm, her cunt clenching against his cock as it thrust into her. She tried to ignore the sensations but as he slammed into her, an intense climax burst from her loins. Krochak laughed, sensing her cunt spasming around his cock as he continued pumping into her. He grunted loudly as his cock pulsed deep in her cunt and spurted his cum inside her. 

Krochak pulled out of her. Shanaera closed her eyes again, her cheeks burning red with shame at how her body had reacted. She could feel his cum oozing out of her pussy and down her thigh as another goblin positioned behind her and shoved his cock inside her. Her cunt was so slick that he slid in quite easily. He began to thrust in and out of Shanaera as another goblin positioned in front of her and pushed his cock to her lips. She instinctively opened her lips and took him into her mouth. The goblin began thrusting, so that she now had two goblins fucking her at once. One in her mouth and the other in her cunt. To her humiliation and shame, it felt good, so very good. The goblin fucking Shanaera’s mouth came fist and she quickly swallowed his cum as it spurted into her mouth. The goblin behind her groaned and dumped another load into her already-filled pussy. As the goblins pulled out of her mouth and cunt, two more stepped up and took their place, and began thrusting away.

Tilvial and Filaurel were similarly fucked from both ends. Any time a goblin dumped his load into an elf, another goblin took his place. The elves were fucked over and over. Eventually Jastira was returned from her whipping and she too was put on her hands and knees so that she should be fucked. 

Shanaera lost track of how many fucked her. She was focused on her own arousal and a third orgasm ripped through her body in the middle of one of the goblins fucking her. Eventually a goblin decided to switch up and pressed his cock to her anus. Shanaera offered no fight or resistance, as the goblin drove his cock into her ass. She continued slurping and sucking away at the goblin cock in her mouth as the goblin fucked her ass.

She was fucked over and over in all three holes. The goblins used all four elves hard, some goblins going in for seconds, thirds, even fourths before they were spent. Before it was over, Shanaera had reached yet another orgasm. When she was finally done getting fucked, she was reeling with lust and exhaustion, soaked in sweat and cum. Her pussy and ass felt sore and raw, and her jaws ached. But it was the humiliation at how aroused she had gotten and how many times had reached climax that shamed her the most. Her body was betraying her and starting to embrace this vile degradation. After all the goblins had their fill, the four exhausted and cum-drenched elves were chained up to a tree to sleep for the night. 

The next morning, the elf maidens shaken awake and given water. Then they were hauled up, chained into a coffle and driven forward with whips. Yet again, they were made to walk all day, with only a brief mid-day break for some water. At the end of the day, they were again fed and watered. Then they had to masturbate. This time Tilvial was the loser and was whipped. All four were thoroughly fucked and given a few hours sleep. Then the next day, the cycle started over. This continued for many days, until they reached the goblins base camp near the portal.

At the camp there was another coffle of elf maidens, a dozen or so, all chained together. Shanaera, Jastira, Filaurel, and Tilvial were added to the end. Then with some hard cracks of a whip, the coffle of new slaves was driven forward again to the portal. After an hour of walking, they reached the portal. Shanaera fought back tears as she started at it. She knew that once she was through that portal, rescue would be all but impossible. But with the coffle of elf maidens in front of her moving forward, she had no choice but to keep moving with it. Her lip trembling, she followed the line of elves in front of her and stepped through the portal.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)

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