The Tale of Shanaera: Part 3 – Shanaera Enters the Dungeon

Shanaera was taken into the dungeon and to a room filled with rows of cells. She was dumped into an empty cell. “I will be back for you shortly,” Gnarlug said and he departed through a metal door at the end of the room. Shanaera looked around the dark cell. She was alone in her cell, but across from her was a row of cells, each with several elf maidens. The cell directly across from her had three elves. Each was kneeling on the floor. It was clear from their red, swollen eyes and numerous bruises and welts covering their bodies that each elf had been through a miserable ordeal. 

Shanaera crawled over to the bars of her cell and asked softly, “How long have you been here? What happens to us in here?”

One of the elves looked up. “I don’t know how long I have been in here since we cannot tell when one day ends and the next begins. But I think I have been here a long time. It has felt like an eternity, anyway. They torture us. Every day, constantly. They torture us and make us reveal everything we know about Elevosia, and pretty soon you run out of things to tell them, and you beg that you have told them everything you know, but the torture continues anyway.” The elf shuddered and wiped the tears that started to fall down her cheeks.

Shanaera frowned. “I am a warrior from Argothrond. I will never betray my kingdom,” she said firmly.

“I was a warrior too. From Alyoshara. I tried to hold out for as long as I could. But I broke. You will too. We all break,” the elf replied, more tears falling down her cheeks.

Shanaera closed her eyes and fell silent. She prayed she was strong enough to resist the torture. After a moment she opened her eyes. “My name is Shanaera, what is yours?”

“Axilya,” she replied.

“Axilya, have you seen a blonde elf named Miriella? One of the princesses of Argothrond?” Shanaera asked.

Axilya shook her head. “No. I have not seen any princesses in here. But if the orcs have her, she is no longer a princess. They strip away all our dignity.  The tear down everything.  She is just a slave now.  Like we all are now.” Her head dropped and she started to cry.

Shanaera was about to say more, but then the heavy metal door at the end of the room swung open. Gnarlug reentered the cell room. Behind him, was an orc, dragging a limp blonde elf by her hair. Gnarlug and the orc stepped up to Shanaera’s cell. Gnarlug opened it and the blonde elf was dumped inside. She was unconscious, and covered in nasty red welts and cuts. It appeared she had been whipped. Gnarlug turned to Shanaera. “This slave is named Sariandi. She was not keen on talking but perhaps you will be. Come let’s introduce you to our methods.” Shanaera’s wrists were still cuffed behind her back, so she was helpless to resist as the orc grabbed her and dragged her from the cell. Gnarlug turned and looked at the cell across from Shanaera’s. “We have another spot. Let’s see. How about… Velayana. I haven’t heard her scream in a while.” One of the elves was crouched down, hugging her knees, but her head shot up when Gnarlug spoke her name and she let out a terrified wail. She started to stammer. “Please no! Please, I need to recover! Please I cannot take anymore!” The orc opened the cell and grabbed Velayana by the hair. He dragged both Velayana and Shanaera with him as he followed Gnarlug. The elves were led deeper underground down a long stairway and then through a dimly-lit hallway to another large metal door. It was opened and Gnarlug stepped inside, followed by the orc with Shanaera and the sobbing Velayana.

As soon as they stepped inside, Shanaera heard a loud crack of leather against flesh and a pained scream. An orc was inside and was whipping Filaurel. She was chained with her wrists pulled high above her head with chains suspended from the ceiling. The orc was whipping her back. Filaurel’s body danced and thrashed around, and she wailed in agony as her flesh was reddened and welted by the whip. The entire rear side of her body was covered in welts and cuts from her shoulders downed to her knees. The orc whipped Filaurel’s back a few times and then switched his aim and focused on her rear. Filaurel howled in agonizing pain, her body twisting and writhing as she was whipped. Her wrists strained against her chain bonds, trying in vain to break free so she could shield her body from the vicious whipping.

As Shanaera watched Filaurel’s whipping in horror, Gnarlug turned to her. “I bet you were whipped by the goblins a few times. Well, you will soon find out that orcs can swing a whip much harder than us goblins. Your prior whippings will feel like a tickle compared to what you are about to experience. But first, why don’t you watch while I tend to Velayana here. He took Velayana by the hair and dragged her over to a whipping post. The post was a flat wooden board with metal bars and cuffs affixed to it. It was designed so that the subject’s wrists, ankles and neck were cuffed and secured against the post. Velayana was secured with her back against the post. Her ankles were secured between a bar so that her legs were spread wide, and her wrists were cuffed in so that they were helplessly secured to her sides. She was spread, displayed, and helpless. Gnarlug walked over to a rack on the wall and chose a long leather whip, like the one that the orc was using on Filaurel. He stepped in front of Velayana. “So, slave, I will give you one chance. We have already questioned you a lot but surely there is something useful you know that you haven’t told us. Tell me something about your world that will be useful for us. Or I will lash you.”

Velayana went into a full panic. “Please I have told you EVERYTHING I know! I do not have any more useful information! What do you want to know!?!  Please tell me and I will cooperate!”

Gnarlug shrugged and jammed in gag in her mouth to silence her. “I guess you don’t know anything to convince me not to whip you.” He drew his arm back and sent the whip flying so that it slashed into her left breast. Velayana screamed through her gag. Gnarlug brought the whip back again and struck the other breast. He began whipping her over and over, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, even her sex. Velayana screamed in agony though her gag.

Shanaera started to feel nauseous. She was watching two elves being brutally whipped. Shanaera remembered well her own lashing by Krochak. She was not sure she could bear what was coming. After Gnarlug had whipped Velayana a couple dozen times, he paused. He looked over at Filaurel who was being whipped, and then to the orc whipping her. “Take her down. This other one needs a turn.” He gestured towards Shanaera. The orc stopped whipping Filaurel and stepped over to unchain her wrists. As soon as they were freed, Filaurel collapsed to the ground. The orc that had Shanaera dragged her over to the chains. Soon she was secured, her wrists held high above her head and her feet barely touching the ground. Shanaera swayed around, starting to panic about the painful whipping she knew was coming. After Shanaera was secured, the orc looked down at the limp Filaurel. “Anyone doing anything with her or can I fuck her?” he asked.

“Be my guest,” Gnarlug replied and the orc dragged Filaurel over to the corner of the room. He put her on all fours and lowered his pants. With one hard thrust he drove his cock into her sex, causing Filaurel to let out a weak cry. The orc started slamming into her, his thrusts savage and brutal. He was not interested in arousing the elf and bringing her to orgasm as a means of breaking her into slavery. He was going to work on breaking her in another way, through brutality.

Shanaera watched for a few moments but then her attention was on the other orc. The other one standing over her with the whip. He stood there, waiting, looking towards Gnarlug. Gnarlug spoke up. “Slave, if you tell me about your army, everything you know, perhaps I will spare you the whip today.”

Her lip trembling, Shanaera whimpered, “I will never betray my kingdom. I will tell you only that my name is Shanaera Orimenor and I am a scout and ranger of the army of the Kingdom of Argothrond. I demand to be afforded the rights of a soldier captured on the battlefield. You have no right to mistreat me this way!”

Gnarlug laughed. “You are no longer a scout or a ranger. You are a slave. A mere animal. You are afforded no rights. We can do with you as we please. Perhaps this will help you learn that.” He nodded to the orc. The orc drew the whip back. The orc swung his arm and the whip sliced through the air. The first blow slashed across Shanaera’s ass. She threw her head back and cried out in pain from the explosion of pain across her rear. Shanaera looked fearfully over her shoulder back at the orc as another blow snaked out and landed across her ass again, cutting a blazing path across her bare skin. Shanaera had been determined to stay strong and brave for as long as possible, but she quickly lost all semblance of dignity and let out an agonized scream while she writhed around in pain. The whip felt like fire across her flesh, as painful as the branding. Not giving her time to think, the orc slashed her again. The whip cut through the air and bit into the back of her left thigh, causing another pained scream from the elf. Shanaera’s screams mixed with Velayana's, who was being whipped again by Gnarlug. But Shanaera did not even notice the other elf’s screams; she was too focused on her own unbearable pain.

The orc whipped Shanaera over and over. Across her ass, then her thighs. Then her back and shoulders. Shanaera howled and screamed with each vicious strike. She had hardly begun a scream at one sharp pain when it was eclipsed by another; the crack of whip resounding over and over. Her squeals and shrieks increased in volume as the orc skillfully selected and struck the next target on her thighs, ass, and back. He was very experienced and had little difficulty delivering the blows precisely where he aimed, sometimes on an unmarked area, occasionally on a prior welt or slashed flesh, which produced a particularly agonized wail from the elf. The orc refused to relent. He whipped Shanaera over and over as she wailed and thrashed wildly in a fruitless attempt the escape the inflicted agony. Soon Shanaera was blubbering, pleading hysterically. “Please Master, please stop!” she sobbed. Gone was her defiance and bravery. Her face was slobbered with tears and her eyes screwed up in agony as she was whipped mercilessly, over and over.

Finally, the orc paused. Shanaera hung limply from her cuffs, sobbing and broken. The orc surveyed his work. Shanera’s entire ass, back and thighs were covered in ugly red welts, darkening bruises, and cuts. The orc had paused, but he was not finished. He went to the rack of punishment devices and hung up his leather whip and selected another this one, with five shorter leather blades. The orc returned to the sobbing elf and circled around until he was standing in front of her. Now it was time to whip her tits.

The orc swung the whip and there was a loud splat as it hit the underside of her left breast. Shanaera wailed, as a new part of her body was introduced to the pain of an orc whipping. The orc slashed the whip back and forth, striking each breast over and over, but purposely avoiding her nipples for now. Shanaera was screaming and sobbing, dancing wildly against the chains holding her. Her breasts felt like they were on fire. The orc paused again and looked at her tits which were now crisscrossed with ugly red marks, the whip taking a toll on her pale flesh. He swung again and this time the whip struck her left breast and directly on her nipple. Shanaera screamed and bucked wildly at this new intense pain. The orc began whipping her left tit over and over, hitting the nipple each time. After twenty strokes, he did the same to her right breast. Shanaera was thrashing around in a demented dance, balling. It was time to wrap it up. The orc pulled his arm back the whole way and then swung it has hard as he could. It struck the flesh of her left breast and Shanaera let out a demented scream as it tore into her flesh. Again, the orc brought the whip down has hard as he could, tearing into her other breast. Then again, back and forth between each breast each time swinging with all his might. Shanaera screamed until her voice gave out.

The orc turned to Gnarlug. “Want me to whip her cunt?”

Gnarlug shook his head. “Not yet. I like to be here to see a slave get her first cunt thrashing but I am gonna take this one here down one more level for some more intense interrogation.” He gestured towards Velayana who let out a dismayed wail at the news. Gnarlug escorted her from the room as the orc unchained Shanaera’s wrists and let her drop to the floor. The orc pulled her ass into the air and positioned behind her. He started slapping her whipped, red ass, bringing new hoarse screams from the tormented elf. Then he grabbed her hips and drove his cock into her cunt. He thrust hard, plunging brutally in and out of her sex. The orc reached under Shanaera to grab her bleeding tits and squeeze them hard, bringing yet more pained cries from her. He pumped in and out of her until he unleased a torrent of cum in her battered pussy.

Word had gotten out that there were a couple new elves available to fuck so a line of orcs had entered the interrogation room. Soon, both Filaurel and Shanaera were being fucked by orc after orc, in all their holes. Eventually pain and exhaustion overcome Shanaera and she passed out.

Shanaera awoke to a bucket of freezing cold ice water being dumped on her, and she woke with a loud gasp. She tried to sit up but she couldn’t. Disoriented, it took a couple moments for Shanaera to realize her situation. She was lying on her back but she looked up and saw her legs were pointed up towards the ceiling. Her ankles had been cuffed and were held up with chains that were affixed to the ceiling. The chains held her legs splayed widely. Standing next to her was Gnarlug. “You did not think I forgot you, did you?” he teased. “We were done with your friend for the day but since you are a warrior, I figured you are likely to have lots of useful information. So, I thought I would give you another chance. Would you like to start talking?”

Shanaera started to cry. “Please do not make me betray my kingdom and my people! Please you have me as a slave! I will not resist and you can do what you want to me! Please just don’t make me betray my kingdom!”

Gnarlug laughed. “Didn’t I already tell you that you are a slave now, and animal! You have no kingdom. But very well. Perhaps you will need some more encouragement.” Gnarlug held up a leather flogger.

“Please, no!” Shanaera whimpered. With her legs chained and spread, she knew she was completely vulnerable and helpless for whatever pain he would inflict on her. She saw Gnarlug’s focus. He was staring right at her exposed pussy. “P…please do not whip me there! Not between my legs!” she sobbed. Gnarlug swung the flogger and it hit her inner left thigh, earning a pained cry from Shanaera. He swung it again and this time it found her other inner thigh. Shanaera knew what was coming next. She desperately pulled her legs against the chains, straining to close her legs but of course it was no use. Gnarlug swung the flogger hard and it came down between her legs slicing right into her exposed pussy. Shanaera’s eyes bulged and she let out a demented scream, as she bucked wildly on the floor. Of all the pain she had endured, this was the worst, a searing intense pain in her most sensitive flesh. Gnarlug swung the flogger again, striking her pussy a second time, adding to the intense agony of pain Shanaera felt and causing renewed thrashing and screams from her. Gnarlug brought the whip down again and again, sometimes aiming for her pussy lips and other times splitting her exposed pussy down the center. The worst was when of the strands of the whip struck her exposed, sensitive clit. When it did, the most intense searing pain Shanaera had ever felt shot through her loins and then her whole body. Shanaera wailed and screamed until her voice gave out again. She thrashed against the chains, hyperventilating and bathed in sweat as she struggled. Gnarlug continued whipping her, this time striking her exposed asshole. Then again, he sliced the whip down the center, striking her exposed pussy and her clit. Gnarlug kept whipping the sensitive areas between her legs, her pussy, her ass, her inner thighs, over and over, until the whole area was a mass of burning, searing pain. Her thighs were striped red, her pussy swollen and red, and her asshole throbbing. 

The pain overwhelmed Shanaera and she lay limp, crying softly, her eyes glazed over. Gnarlug dropped the whip. He unchained her ankles and her legs fell hard to the floor. She prayed her ordeal was over. But Gnarlug still had other plans. He pushed her legs apart and climbed onto of her. Shanaera was too weak to resist or even react. Gnarlug positioned between her spread legs and pushed the head of his hard cock against her sex. The pain of his cock touching her whipped, tender pussy was agonizing but she was too weak to and beaten to even react other than to let out a soft whimper. Gnarlug pushed his cock inside Shanaera’s inflamed cunt and began thrusting away. Gnarlug fucked her hard until he grunted and he dumped a load of cum inside her. He got up and leaned in and grabbed Shanaera’s chin. “Welcome to slavery, elf. One way or the other you will tell me everything you know.” He gestured towards an orc, who grabbed Shanaera and dragged her out of the torture chamber. She was taken back up to the cells and dumped in her cell, next to Filaurel and Sariandi who were both curled up in fetal positions on the floor and sobbing. Shanaera did the same. She had no idea how she would survive another minute of this. Eventually she received the mercy of sleep as she fell unconscious.

(End of Part 3, to be continued...)

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