The Tale of Vagrat: Part 7 – The Mission Ends

Shanaera slowly awoke to the sound of voices, off in the distance. Then she heard frantic, muffled noises coming from nearby. Shanaera’s eyes shot open. It was morning and the sun was peeking out from above the tree cover. The muffled noises were from Krochak, who was trying to shout through his gag. Shanaera jumped up and looked around. She could not find the source of the other voices. Whoever it was, they were still off in the in the distance, concealed by the forest. Shanaera looked over at Krochak who was straining against his bindings as he continued to frantically speak through his gag. He was trying to draw the attention of whoever was the source of the voices. Shanaera heard the other voices again. It was more than one. And they were growing louder. They were drawing nearer. Shanaera still could not see whoever it was, but she could hear their words. “It’s coming from over there,” a voice said. The speaker must have heard Krochak and was investigating. Shanaera drew her sword. She smashed Krochak over the head to knock him out and shut him up. But the voices were drawing even closer. 

And then they appeared threw the foliage. Goblins. Four of them. They saw Shanaera and then the slumped over Krochak. The goblins started to shout, back in the direction they had come from. Trying to draw others over. Shanaera knew she stood little to no chance against four goblins, let alone however many others there were. She turned and took off running. Shanaera knew they would free Krochak, but that was her secondary concern now. She needed to get away, so she did not end up captured by these vile creatures. Shanaera crashed through the forest, running as fast as she could. She could hear goblins behind her, shouting. They were pursuing her. She prayed she would be able to put some distance between them and lose them.

Shanaera was fast but the goblins were faster. She could hear their voices grow louder as they closed the distance between them. Her only hope was to lose them and she suddenly changed directions, hoping they might lose sight of her in the tree cover. But Shanaera continued to hear their shouts. She had not lost them. And they were gaining ground. Soon, she heard the loud crashing of brush behind her and she knew they were directly behind her. She knew her only chance was to fight. Shanaera spun around, her sword in hand. There were only two goblins. Perhaps the other two had stayed behind to tend to Krochak. The first goblin charged at Shanaera, raising his spear. Shanaera swung her sword, burying it into his abdomen. The goblin let out a dying shriek, which turned to a gargling noise as he fell to the ground. Within a few seconds, his ragged breathing stopped and his body lay still. The other goblin froze in his tracks, glaring at Shanaera. She charged at him. The goblin threw his spear at Shanaera and she jumped to the side. It whizzed past her, inches from her face. Shanaera charged again and swung her sword, walloping off the head off the goblin. Shanaera paused to catch her breath as she looked down at the two dead goblins. She knew the others might not be far behind. She had to get away. She had to get out of the forest and to a village or city so she could warn the elves. Shanaera turned and began to run again, praying that the other goblins were not on her trail.

…………………..

It was night and Vagrat and his raiding party had made camp for the night, pausing on their journey back to their permanent camp near the portal, deep in the Great Forest. Vagrat had ink and a quill and was writing a short letter on parchment for the orc general Xorakk:

We have scouted the entire forest. The elves call it the Great Forest and it is vast. There are hardly any elves in the forest. There are no significant forces in the vicinity that threaten the portal. You can start sending orcs through the portal. 

He paused writing. He glanced down at Jastira. She was on all fours, and he was using her back as a writing surface. As he resumed writing his message, he reached down with his other hand between the elf’s parted thighs and began to rub her sex. “Do not squirm. If you cause me to mess up my letter, you will be whipped,” he warned. Jastira had already been whipped several times and very much wished to avoid being whipped again. She managed to remain still, though her cunt quickly lubricated and coated Vagrat’s fingers with her juices, and the pungent smell of her arousal soon filled the air. Vagrat continued writing:

There are a number of small villages around the edges of the forest. They are sparsely defended and will be easy pickings. Let the invasion begin.

Vagrat finished his letter and handed it off to a goblin. The goblin was a runner and would head quickly to the portal. Travelling alone, the goblin could reach the portal much more quickly than Vagrat would with his captives and raiding party.

He glanced over at his lieutenant, Globmaw. Globmaw was standing there, waiting for instructions from Vagrat. While he waited, the freshly-enslaved elf Filaurel was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock. His letter-writing task done, Vagrat decided he would have some fun as well. He stared down at Jastira’s ass. It was glowing red and striped with ugly raised purple welts from being whipped and caned. Vagrat reached down to squeeze her meaty ass cheeks, causing Jastira to wince and let out a small whimper as his hands squeezed her sore, bruised flesh. Vagrat’s other hand followed, and soon he was groping and squeezing both her ass cheeks.

Jastira whimpered and stifled a sob as a stinging burn flashed through her beaten, round ass as Vagrat’s hands squeezing her tender flesh. The pain from her whipped ass only served to highlight what she was now. A slave. A helpless slave. She had only been a captive a couple days now but already, she had given up hope of rescue and freedom. Jastira knew she was a slave now, her fate was sealed, and she had given up trying to fight the inevitable. She wondered if the orcs she was being delivered to would be even harsher than the goblins.

Jastira suddenly felt something else prodding against her beaten ass. Goblin cock, she knew at once. Engorged and stiff and ready to fuck her. Jastira instinctively parted her thighs wider, pushed her face down into the ground, and raised her ass higher, presenting her cunt to the master.

Grabbing her hips, Vagrat guided his cock to Jastira’s glistening sex. He pushed his hips forward and drove his cock in one thrust all the way into her slick, warm cunt until his hips made full contact with the red, striped skin of her ass. Jastira bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that sounded. Vagrat grunted, feeling his cock squeezed from all sides by the young elf’s tight cunt. He began to thrust, jabbing his cock in and out of her wet cunt.

Jastira closed her eyes, feeling the goblin’s hard cock ram into her dripping pussy. She focused on the arousal and for a brief moment her sorrow and fear melted away. In that moment all she wanted to focus on was her cunt being filled by the goblin’s large cock and her building ecstasy. Vagrat continued pounding the elf from behind, grunting in pleasure. Jastira moaned loudly and then gasped as the orgasm hit her, her cunt clenching down hard on the cock that thrusted into her. She felt ashamed at how quickly she had cum, but she quickly pushed the shame aside. Jastira the innkeeper’s daughter would have had reason to be shamed. But Jastira the sex slave had nothing to be ashamed about.

When Jastira’s cunt clenched and spasmed around his cock, it only increased Vagrat’s pleasure. He continued pounding her until his cock began spasming and spurting his seed deep inside the elf. He groaned in pleasure.

Vagrat pulled his cock from Jastira’s cunt and she felt a warm stream of cum mixed with her own juices dribble out of her pussy and down the inside of her thighs. Vagrat stared down at Jastira’s red, welted ass and swollen, gaping cunt. He watched as rivulets of cum oozed down the insides of her thighs. All elf maidens should look like this he thought to himself. And soon, many thousands would, once the invasion began. Vagrat had completed his mission. But he still had one piece of unfinished business. “Any word on locating my stupid son?” he growled to Globmaw.

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Shanaera was exhausted. She had been travelling all day. She was trudging through the forest, staying off the road in hopes of avoiding any of the goblins who were likely pursuing her. Shanaera was heading in the direction of Olfe Serine. She had to make it there. She had to warn the others about the goblins. And she had to avoid getting captured. She knew full well what would happen to her if she was.

She hoped she had only a day or two of travel to reach Olfe Serine. But then a thought crossed her mind. She paused, and pulled parchment and an ink and quill from her satchel. She jotted down a note on the parchment, which she folded up and slipped inside her boot. And then she continued walking. As fast as she could, in her exhausted, worn state.

“There she is!” came a shout and Shanaera jumped, startled. The goblins had found her! She started to run. Her muscles were so sore and she was so exhausted but she had to run! To get away! Perhaps she could lose them again!

The goblin Wartarm had spotted Shanaera. He and three others were searching for her, ever since she killed Sluggut and Muckcheek and slipped away. They had been searching for her all day, and finally they found her. As she started to run, Wartarm reached to his belt and pulled free his bola, made of three fist-sized rocks interconnected with chords. It was used to capture fleeing prey. He started swinging it through the air in a circular motion, before releasing it. It flew through the air in the direction of the fleeing elf. 

His aim was good. The bola entangled Shanaera’s ankles, which caused her to trip and sent her crashing to the ground. The goblins were immediately upon her. The wind had been knocked out of Shanaera when fell. Stunned, it had taken her a moment to grab her sword, which she had dropped. But before she could raise her weapon, a boot slammed down on her wrist, pinning it to the ground. Then more hands grabbed her other limbs, pinning her down. She cried out as she thrashed wildly, trying to free herself and fight off the goblins. But soon, all four goblins were upon her and she was outnumbered and overpowered. “Get her clothes off,” Wartarm commanded. One of the other goblins drew a dagger from his belt and began to cut off Shanaera’s clothing, piece by piece, until she was naked. 

Shanaera shrieked in anger. “Get off me! I will kill all of you! Take your hands off me!” she cried out, in a rage. 

Wartarm leaned down and slapped her hard across the face. “Shut up, slave!” he barked angrily. “You killed my friends, Sluggut and Muckcheek,” he growled. “Part of me wants to kill you right now. But no, slavery will be a much crueler fate. You will not get the mercy of death!” He pulled some ropes from his belt and began to bind her wrists and then her ankles. When she was bound, Wartarm looked at the shreds of clothing that lay around Shanaera and then he looked at her naked form. She was quite pretty, and would make a fine slave. He leaned down and picked up Shanera’s sword, examining it. It was a well-made weapon. “A new sword for me, and a new slave for the orc horde” he remarked. He also picked up her satchel, in case it had anything useful inside. He left the clothes. She would never need those again, and the goblins had no use for them. He ordered the other goblins to take her. “Carry her back to the road.” They picked up Shanaera, who was still thrashing wildly, and carried her off. 

The goblins travelled down the road with their captive for several hours, until they came upon a larger group of goblins, a dozen in total, including Krochak. “We finally found her!” Wartarm called out.

Krochak’s eyes lit up and he smiled when he saw the naked, thrashing Shanaera. He laughed. “I warned you, elf cunt. Now you are in big trouble.”

Wartarm looked to Krochak. “What was this elf planning to do with you?” he asked.

“She is some kind of warrior. She said she was planning to bring me back to the elves as prove that goblins are in their forest,” Krochak replied.

Wartarm laughed. “Sorry slave, but your kind will have to wait a little longer before they learn about us. But soon enough, they will learn the truth when all of the orcs invade. Then all your friends will join you in slavery.” He looked to Krochak. “Well, she put you through an ordeal. You wanna fuck her before I take her to your father?”

“I sure do!” Krochak exclaimed enthusiastically. The goblins threw Shanaera onto the ground on her back, and held her down. She continued bucking and thrashing around, trying desperately to fight off her captors. As Krochak drew close, she kicked him hard in the crotch and he howled, doubling over. Wartarm sighed and took his new sword and pressed it to Shanaera’s throat. “Stop your struggling or I will slit your throat,” he warned. Reluctantly, Shanaera stopped fighting. As much as she wanted to free herself from these monsters, she was not ready to choose death over whatever vile degradations they were going to put her through. 

After Krochak recovered from the kick to the groin, he descended upon Shanaera again, looking down at her naked form, licking his lips, and taking in her gentle curves; silky pale skin, and firm breasts. He had fantasized about this moment ever since he had been captured by this elf. Krochak knelt down and grabbed Shanaera’s knees, forcing her thighs part to gaze at the treasure he was intent on plundering. He reached down between her splayed legs and used his fingers to part her labia to get a closer inspection of her cunt. “Get your dirty hands off me, you vile goblin scum!” Shanaera shouted angrily. 

Krochak pulled his other hand back and slapped her hard across her cheek. He then reached to grab and twist one of her delicate, pink nipples, causing her to squeal in pain. “It is time that you started to understand that you are a slave now. You have no rights over your body anymore, and we can do with you as we please!” he barked angrily. He resumed spreading her labia, locating the elf’s clit among the delicate folds. Vagrat licked his thumb and began softly rubbing its smooth, pink hood. This cased Shanaera to start squirming. “Get your hands off me!” she cried. This earned her another hard slap. Her face stinging, Shanaera fell silent. She squirmed more, trying to ignore the growing warm tingly sensation from his thumb on her clit.

Krochak watched as Shanaera’s clit began to swell and peek out from its hood as he continued to rub it. Her cunt began to glisten as she grew wet. Krochak leaned, pushing his face between her spread thighs. He began to slide his tongue up and down her slit lapping up her juices. “No! Stop!” Shanaera cried, trying hard to ignore the growing arousal she felt as Krochak licked fervently at her slit. Over and over again, Krochak drove his tongue into the elf’s cunt. Krochak’s tongue found Shanera’s clit and he darted his tongue over it repeatedly. Shanaera started squirming harder. Her heart was racing and she started to sweat. She started breathing heavily. Her arousal was quickly building, despite her efforts to try and suppress those feelings. Krochak gripped Shanera’s ass cheeks and pressed his face in deeper, attaching her clit with his tongue. “No… please stop!” Shanaera whimpered and then gasped loudly. Krochak’s tongue continued to flick at Shanera’s exquisitely sensitive nub until she could not hold out any longer. She gasped again and her body began to convulse as in intense orgasm ripped through her. Shanera’s juices flooded into Krochak’s mouth, and he eagerly slurped them  up. 

Krochak lifted up his head, his lips and chin glistening with the elf’s fluids. “It seems this one enjoys being a slave!” he called out to the other goblins. “Time to give her a proper fucking now.

“Nooo!” Shanaera wailed. She started to squirm and buck again but Wartarm pressed the blade of the sword against her throat and she fell limp on the ground, a defeated look on her face. Krochak used his hand to guide his erect cock to her glistening sex. He pushed forward and his cock began to slide into her sex.

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“See elf, you are a slave now. And I can tell by the way your cunt juiced up that you enjoy very much being a slave. I can smell your arousal, even in this open air. You crave goblin cock,” Krochak said in a mocking tone. He drove his hips forward and buried his cock fully into her cunt. Shanaera let out a wail as the goblin began to thrust in and out of her.

Krochak reached down and began to rub Shanera’s clit with his thumb as he thrust into her. He fucked her at a rapid pace, but every time he felt himself approaching climax, he slowed down. He wanted to make it last. And bring the elf to another humiliating orgasm before he reached his own.

“P…please stop!” Shanaera stammered and then let out a small gasp. She could not believe her arousal was building up so quickly again. She was deeply ashamed at how her body as reacting to being sexually assaulted by this vile monster. Krochak could feel her cunt clenching and twitching around his cock as he continued thrusting away. He began to thrust into her harder and faster. Shanaera closed her eyes and whimpered softly. Then she began to emit soft moans, which then grew louder. She started to buck her hips. Then she threw her head back and gasped loudly as another orgasm ripped through her body. Krochak grunted loudly and with one hard thrust he drove his cock fully into her spasming cunt and unleashed his cum inside her. 

When her throes of ecstasy subsided, Shanaera fell limp against the ground and cried softly. She was so deeply ashamed at how her body had reacted. Krochak removed his softening cock from Shanera’s sopping cunt. He crawled over so that he was positioned in front of her face and gripped her hair. Seeing what he intended, Wartarm pulled the blade from her throat, but he kept his hands on her wrists to keep her from resisting. “Clean off my cock, slave,” Krochak commanded her as he guided her head over to his crotch. Shanaera looked with disgust at the cock, which was slimy with both their fluids. “Open your mouth and suck it, or I will punish you slave,” Krochak warned, as he pulled her hair and forced his cock against her lips. Shanaera reluctantly parted her lips and took the cock in her mouth. She began to lick and suck it clean. When she was done, she tried to pull away but he held her head. “Your mouth feels good on my cock; keep licking and sucking,” he commanded.

Shanaera continued working the cock with her mouth and after a few minutes, to her dismay, she felt it growing larger and stiff again. Krochak starting instructing her, guiding her to use her mouth and tongue to increase his pleasure. Her cheeks burning red with shame, Shanaera obediently complied. Krochak closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of her mouth and then groaned as his cock began spewing more cum. He held her head tightly so she could not pull away, and Shanaera was forced to quickly swallow all the cum. Krochak released her head and pulled her up. “Alright slave, time to take you to my father.” 

A collar was locked around Shanaera’s throat. Krochak moved behind her and reached down to squeeze her ass. “I still have one more hole to use, slave,” he remarked gleefully. “Perhaps after you are delivered to my father, I will fuck your ass.” Shanaera glared back at him but she remained silent, not wanting to earn further abuse. A leash was attached to the collar and a goblin took the leash and began to drag her off. Krochak eagerly followed behind, a whip in hand. Striking at her ass and back any time she slowed. 

As she was forced to walk, tears streamed down Shanera’s face. She had failed her mission. She had failed her king. She had failed Princess Miriella. And she had failed her own honor, the way her body had reacted to the goblin rape. She was deeply ashamed. But more than shame, she was terrified about what was in store for her.

(The End of The Tale of Vagrat)

Epilogue:

The elf farmer trudged through the Great Forest, looking for mushrooms. As he searched the forest floor, he saw something that made him pause. It was not mushrooms. It was shredded clothing. An elf maiden warrior’s, from the look of it. The famer picked up one of the boots to examine it. As he examined the boot, something caught his eye. He reached inside the boot and found a piece of folded parchment. He opened and read it, his eyes widening. He jumped up and looked around, warily. Goblins? Here in the forest? He wouldn’t have believed it, but with the shredded clothing on the ground, something was certainly afoot. The famer hurried off, to head back to his village, the note clutched in his hand.

(To be continued, in The Tale of Shanaera...)

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