The Tale of Vagrat: Part 4 – The Dungeon

After being taken through the portal to Aegor, the elf priestess Velayana was dragged into the dungeon that had been constructed in the Talmot Forest temple. As she was taken into its depths, she saw a naked elf who was crammed into a tiny cage that was suspended from the ceiling. The elf was crying and begging to be allowed to go home. The goblin dragging Velayana ignored the wailing elf, as did the other goblins and orcs nearby. The elf’s desperate pleas also did not register with Velayana, who was in a state of shock. In the span of a day, she had learned of the existence of goblins, been ravaged by numerous goblins, dragged naked from her temple in the Great Forest, taken through the portal into this strange world, branded and collared by an orc, and was now being dragged into this dark dungeon. Only after she was tossed in a cell and left there alone did she have time to wrap her mind around all that had happened to her.

Velayana was a priestess and had lived in a small temple with a handful of priests, deep in the Great Forest. She dedicated her life to worshipping the gods, in the tranquility of the forest. Velayana came from a prominent family in the Kingdom of Falelenora. Her father was on the ruling council that advised the king, and her sister had even married one of the Kingdom’s princes. But Velayana had forsaken the wealth and luxury of life in the capitol city of Ryva Alari to dedicate her life to the gods.

Velayana had gone to bed that night after a mundane and routine day in the temple. She had awoken to screams and sharp goblin claws ripping at her night clothes. Before it had even registered what was happening, Velayana found herself naked and pinned down on her bed. A goblin who the other goblins called Vagrat entered her room and said the male priests would be interrogated and then killed, but that she should be taken through the portal for interrogation. Vagrat then climbed on the bed, straddling her. When Velayana felt his fingers inside her virgin sex, she started bucking wildly screaming for the goblin to stop, but he ignored her. Vagrat complained of ‘how dry her cunt was’ and began moving his fingers up and down, stroking her slit. Velayana had tried desperately to ignore the feeling of his fingers and concentrate on anything but the goblin’s touch, but when his fingers found her clit and began to rub and massage it, she was dismayed at how her clit and then her whole body began to respond to his touch. Her humiliation increased as her body betrayed her even more and her pussy began to grow wet, to the point that her juices began oozing from her pussy and coating Vagrat’s fingers. When the goblin pulled his hand away, climbed between her parted thighs, and began rubbing his cock against her slit, Velayana went into a full panic. She tried to fight off Vagrat but it was no use. Velayana cried out in dismay as the purity she had promised to keep in honor of the gods was ripped from her as Vagrat drove his cock into deep into her pussy. She shook her head back and forth and wailed as the goblin thrust in and out of her cunt, until he spurted his vile seed deep into her battered womb. 

After Vagrat had finished, Velayana had to endure brutal fucking by three more goblins, who all got a turn to deposit their seed in her. Then the next goblin flipped her over and she had to endure a new humiliating and painful ordeal when he forced his cock deep into her ass. Velayana’s ass felt like it was on fire as the goblin drove his cock in and out of her rectum. After that goblin had deposited his cum, five more goblins fucked her pussy or ass. Then Vagrat put an end to the goblins’ fun and announced that it was time to take her to the portal. Velayana sobbed as her wrists were tied and she was dragged from the temple and into the forest.

The next several hours after Velayana’s ravaging had been a blur. She was forced to walk for hours through the forest and to the portal. After being taken through the portal, she was strapped down by an orc to be branded. Velayana begged and pleaded for the orc not to brand her, insisting she was not meant to be a slave. The orc ignored her, and the burning agony of the hot iron searing her flesh had put her back into a state of shock. And now she was in the dungeon. Velayana stumbled along as she was dragged into the dungeon and thrown in a cell. Exhausted, she curled into a ball on the floor of her cell and fell asleep.

When Velayana woke, she slowly sat up. Her thigh was still throbbing from the brand, and she moaned staring down at it with sorrow-filled eyes. Seeing how it marred her flesh and marked her as chattel was even worse than the pain. It took a couple minutes for her eyes to adjust to the dark dungeon. But as they did, Velayana saw that she was a small cell. Across from her was a row of similar small cells, and the one directly across from her had two female elves, crammed in together.

“Were you just captured like me?” Velayana asked the elves. 

One of the elves replied in a low voice, “We were both captured but we have been here several days. We were being interrogated and so we were not in our cell when you were brought in. I am Sariandi and this is Axilya.”

“My name is Velayana. Where are we? And what are these creatures going to do with us?” Velayana whimpered to the elves. She asked but she had already been ravaged, branded, and collared. She knew the answer. She had been enslaved.

“We are in the world of Aegor, in a dungeon controlled by orcs and goblins” Sariandi replied. She paused and then continue, the strain and distress in her voice quite evident. “They have us here to interrogate us, to learn what they can about Elevosia.” 

“Interrogate us? How?” Velayana asked, fear in her voice.

Sariandi closed her eyes and Axilya’s lip began to tremble. “Very harshly,” Sariandi whimpered. “We answer all their questions but still they treat us so cruelly, to make sure we are not lying and that we tell them everything.” 

“I do not understand, what do they want to know from us?” Velayana asked, her voice now trembling.

“They ask us lots of questions about the kingdoms in Elevosia. About the politics and alliances between the kingdoms. The strengths of their armies. Our knowledge of magic. I think they are planning some sort of invasion…” Sariandi whimpered. Axilya’s head dropped as Sariandi spoke. She was a warrior and was ashamed that she had divulged everything she knew about the Kingdom of Ayloshara and its army. She had forsaken her duty. And even that had not made the torture and questioning stop.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a metal lock disengaging and a heavy door sliding open. Several orcs and a goblin entered, walking between the cells. Sariandi and Axilya fell to their knees, trembling, their heads down. The goblin approached their cell. “Time for further questioning, slaves,” he said.

Sariandi let out a dismayed wail. Axilya began to plead. “Please, Master, we have told you everything we know! Please, we need to rest! Please, we cannot take anymore! Please no, Master!” The orcs opened the cell door and dragged the two elves out. “Nooo! Please no!” Axilya wailed, as Sariandi cried softly. The two elves were dragged away and the goblin turned to Velayana’s cell. “My name is Gnarlug, but you will call me Master, slave. I run this dungeon and help loosen the tongues of you slaves. I have some more questions for these two here but I will see you later.” He turned to depart, following the orcs that dragged away Axilya and Sariandi.

Velayana curled into a ball again and closed her eyes. She wanted to sleep, where hopefully she would dream about something else other than the nightmarish thoughts that were running through her mind.

Velayana did not know how long she slept, but she was abruptly awoken when orcs grabbed her and dragged her from her cell. Velayana was taken from the cell area to a large room, deeper underground in the dingeon. As she entered, she heard the tortured screams. And then she saw Gnarlug with Sariandi and Axilya. The two elves were strapped down on a table. Gnarlug was standing over them. As Velayana watched, Gnarlug pushed a long metal needle into the flesh of Sariandi’s breast. The elf bucked wildly and let out an ear-shattering scream. Velayana the noticed that both elves had numerous these needles sticking out from their breasts. As Sariandi continued wailing, Axilya started pleading. “Please we have told you EVERYTHING we know. We have answered all your questions. Please we cannot take any more! Please!”

“I cannot be sure you have told me everything yet, slave,” Gnarlug calmly replied as he took another needle and began pushing it into one of Axilya’s nipples. The elf threw her head back and let out a demented scream. 

The orcs that had dragged Velayana in called out. “Gnarlug, we have the new one for you to question.” 

Gnarlug turned and eyed Velayana. “Splendid. Have her chained up on the wall to be flogged.” turned back to Sariandi and Axilya. “I am sorry, slaves, but this other slave needs my attention. I will be back with you shortly.”

Velayana was dragged over to a set of manacles that were attached with chains to the ceiling. Her wrists were locked in the manacles so that she was standing with her arms held high above her head. She started to beg and plead. “Please why are you doing this? You have not even asked me any questions yet! Please, what do you want to know?!? I will tell you what you want, you do not have to hurt me!”

Gnarlug fetched a leather flogger from a rack on the wall. “Oh, slave this is not to interrogate you. Those slaves over there are being interrogated. They are feeling some diluted basilisk venom in their tits. The flogging I am giving you is just to start softening you up. So that you begin to understand the pain we can inflict on you when you do not cooperate.” He approached the elf, circling around to her rear, swishing the flogger through the air.

“No! Please! Do not whip me! I will do what you want! I will tell you what you want to know!” Velayana pleaded. She looked over her shoulder back at the goblin, a desperate, terrified look in her eyes. Gnarlug swung his arm and the flogger whistled through the air. With a loud crack, the leather strands of the flogger slashed across Velayana’s ass cheeks. She jumped and let out an anguished cry of pain. Gnarlug swung the flogger again and another blow slashed across the elf’s ass, cutting a blazing path across her flesh. Velayana wailed as her body thrashed and writhed in pain. She let out another anguished cry as the flogger bit into her ass again. Then again. Over and over the goblin flogged her ass until the young elf was wailing as she writhed and danced under the painful sting of the flogger. She was sobbing from the scalding pain inflicted on her poor defenseless bottom. Gnarlug moved on, flogging the backs of her thighs, then her back. He circled around to the front and flogged the front of her thighs, her belly, her breasts, even slashing her pussy a few times. Velayana howled in pain, twisting and writing against the chains holding her wrists. When her whole body was covered in nasty red welts, Gnarlug stopped. “Now slave, I am going to go back to the other two slaves. You can listen in as I inflict real pain on them and not this teasing I just gave you.” He returned to Sariandi and Axilya. “Let’s see how your cunts and tender little clits enjoy the basilisk venom.”

With her back to them, Velayana could not see what was happening. But she heard Sariandi’s and Axilya’s anguished screams. She closed her eyes as tears slid down her cheeks. This was her first day in this hellish dungeon and she wondered how long she would be in this hell. And what new hell awaited her when she left it.

……

The goblins Sluggut and Muckcheek walked down a large path that traversed through the Great Forest. “I can’t believe we have to go out looking for stupid Krochak while everyone else gets to capture and fuck elf cunt!” Sluggut grumbled angrily. “Krochak is Vagrat’s son; why doesn’t he go out and find him? But nah, he sends us instead. And if any of us had gone wandering off without permission like Krochak did, we would have been kicked off the job and sent back though the portal. But I guess when you are the boss’s son, you can get away with anything.”

“Yer complainin’ ain’t making this any better,” Muckcheek grumbled. “Let’s just find the little bastard and bring him back.” 

“Well, complainin’ makes me feel better,” Sluggut replied. “But yeah, let’s find Krochak so we can get back to the camp and fuck some elves. I assume Vagrat will reward us with a day off if we find his son. And I could use a day off and spend it samplin’ some elf cunt.” The goblins continued down the trail, in search of Krochak.

A short distance off the trail, concealed in the forest, a shocked Shanaera watched the goblins as she trailed them. She had heard them in the distance and tracked them, and was shocked to have found goblins in Elevosia. She knew what they were from their description in the history books. And she knew that goblins were supposed to have been killed off in Elevosia thousands of years ago. Yet here they were in the Great Forest. Shanaera could not make out their words from her distance. But she was confident that the presence of these vile creatures in the forest was connected to the shredded clothes she had found. And the rumors of missing elves. And it seemed increasingly likely that this was all connected to Princess Miriella going missing. A determined Shanaera would follow the goblins to see where they would lead her and what she would learn.

(End of Part 4, to be continued...)

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