The Tale of Shanaera: Part 7 – Riding the Wooden Horse

Shanaera was taken by Gornzugak down a long corridor in the dungeon to a set of metal doors. “Time for your wooden horse ride,” the orc said with an evil grin. Shanaera had no idea what a ‘wooden horse’ was, but it sounded ominous enough. Of course, Shanaera had learned that everything in this dungeon was ominous.  Gornzugak opened the doors and yanked her through. As soon as Shanaera was pulled inside the room, she heard the sobs, cries, wails, and pained moans of elves inside. And then she saw why. Spread throughout the room were a half dozen elf maidens placed upon “wooden horses.” The horses consisted of triangular wedges of wood mounted on wooden legs for support. One edge of the triangle pointing upward, and it was quickly apparent why all the elves were in such pain and discomfort: they were straddling the wedges of wood and the sharp wooden edge pointing upwards was digging into their crotches. The elves’ faces were contorted in pain. They thrashed and writhed around in agony. Many of them were screaming or sobbing.

Shanaera was dragged over to one side of the room. There, she found Sariandi. Sariandi was not on one of the wooden horses, and was instead tied to a chair. But her daughters were each mounted on a horse. Keya was straddling one of the horses, and her toes could barely reach the floor. Which meant if she stayed up on her tiptoes, it kept her weight off the sharp wooden edge. But it was obvious what would happen if she lowered herself. The sharp wooden edge would dig painfully into her pussy. Shanaera watched in horror as Keya struggled to stay on her toes. Her legs were shaking as her calf muscles strained. Her body was dripping with sweat from her exertions. And as Shanaera watched, the strain became too much, and Keya’s leg muscles gave out. She had no choice but to lower herself on the sharp wooden edge. As soon as the wood dug into her pussy, she wailed in pain and pushed up with her legs again. But within seconds. her legs began to tremble and shake again, as she desperately tried to hold herself up and keep her weight off the sharp edge. But it was not long before she was forced to lower herself again, her face contorted in pain as her pussy were pressed into the sharp edge of the horse. She wailed in pain until her muscles had rested long enough to push herself back up. And Shanaera understood now what it meant to “ride” the horse. Up and down Keya went, on her agonizing ride, the wood painfully digging into her tender pussy each time she lowered her body and forcing her back up on her toes.

Deulara was even less lucky. Her wooden horse was raised off the ground just high enough that her toes could not quite reach the ground. She screamed in pain as she flailed and kicked, desperately trying in vain to find the ground with her feet but to no avail. It meant that all her weight was forcing the sharp edge if the wood deep into her pussy, causing her tremendous pain, and with no way to find relief from the agony.

Sariandi was watching her daughters’ struggles. She was sobbing and talking rapidly, spitting out random knowledge about Elevosia to Gnarlug, who stood next to her. “All useless information!” Gnarlug snarled. “Until you give me something I can use, your daughters will continue their rides!”

“Please mother, help us!” Keya wailed. “Please it hurts so much!” Deulara was in too much in pain to plead to her mother. She continued thrashing wildly, trying in vain to reach the ground with her feet. But eventually the pain overwhelmed her and she slumped forward, crying softly. Sariandi sobbed, in mental anguish as she watched her daughters suffering. She desperately tried to appease Gnarlug but nothing she told him satisfied him.

As Shanaera looked around, the other elf maidens on their horses were similarly suffering as Keya and Deulara were. The “lucky” ones were like Keya and could reach the ground with their toes so that they could at least try and keep their weight off the sharp edge of their hrrse.  The less lucky ones were like Deulara and could not reach the ground with their feet, making their ridest hat much worse.

Shanaera recognized Velayana straddling one of the horses. Like Deulara, she could not reach the ground with her feet. So, she was desperately trying to squeeze her thighs together against the side of her horse and push up with her knees, to take some pressure off of her tender pussy that was pressed against the sharp wooden edge of the horse. But it was no use. She threw her head back and wailed in agony, unable to find any relief from the pain.

That was the only other elf Shanaera recognized. But there were a handful of other elves suffering cruel rides on the wooden horse. One elf, a young redhead was struggling to stay on her toes but was losing the battle and whimpering as she tried to lower herself in a way to cause the least amount pain, which appeared to be an impossible task from the pained noises she was making. Next to her was a blonde elf, who appeared to be completely broken. She perched on the horse, hanging completely limp and slumped over, her head down, barely conscious. A goblin stood next to her and asked her, “Have you learned your lesson, slave? Are you ready to talk?” However, the elf was too broken to respond. She did not even lift up her head.

Sariandi was continuing to desperately spout out any fact she could think of that might appease Gnarlug. But nothing she said satisfied him. He turned to an orc next to him, who Shanaera recognized as one of the guards, named Bruvgugg. “I am starting to suspect this elf just doesn’t know anything useful. Take her daughters back to the fuck pit. And have her taken to Agdug. There is nothing more to be gained from her here in the dungeon. She can begin her life as a proper slave.” Gnarlug then pointed to Shanaera. “And have the former warrior here put on one of the horses. I am much more confident that she has useful information. Perhaps a ride on one of our horses will inspire her to talk.”

Bruvgugg pulled Deulara and Keya off their horses. They could not stand and both collapsed onto the ground.  Keya reached down down to gingerly rub her throbbing, bruised pussy as she sobbed. Keya was too broken to do anything.  She lay limp on the ground, unmoving.  Sariandi was untied from the chair and a leash was attached to her collar. Bruvgugg threw Sariandi’s limp, broken daughters over his shoulders and then took the leash in his hand to take all three elves out of the interrogation room.

Shanaera started to beg and plead as she was led over to the horse that Keya had just been straddling. “No! Please! I will tell you what you want! I will be a good little slave! Do not put me on that thing! Please…” Gornzugak ignored her pleas and he pulled her over to the horse.

As Gornzugak stood in front of the horse, Gnarlug approached and shoved a gag in Shanaera’s mouth, strapping it around her head. “There, now you don’t even have the option to talk. But I have a sneaking suspicion that before your ride is over you will be praying for the gag to be removed so you can talk and make your ride stop.” He nodded to Gornzugak, who lifted Shanaera up and placed her atop the wooden horse so that she straddled it.

Shanaera sank down and felt the cruel pinch of the sharp wooden edge against her crotch, and she desperately extended her legs, praying they could reach the ground. Thankfully they could, and Shanaera raised herself up on her toes to keep the sharp edge away from her pussy. And as she had seen with the other elves, she found that if she stayed on her toes, the board's sharp edge sat just low enough to avoid painful contact with her pussy. Shanaera tried to plead to be taken off the horse but only indecipherable gibberish escaped the gag. Already, Shanaera could feel strain in her calf muscles. She knew it is only a matter of time before she would have to lower herself back onto the sharp edge.

Shanaera held herself up on her toes for several minutes. But the fatigue and soreness in her legs quickly grew. The muscles started to burn and then throb and her legs started to quiver and shake. The strain became too much. She could not hold herself up anymore. Letting out a defeated sob, Shanaera slowly lowered herself, as gently as possible. She immediately felt the sharp edge pressing hard against her sex, causing her delicate flesh to be cruelly pinched between the sharp edge of the wood and her pelvis. Shanaera squealed in agony through her gag when she felt sharp, stabbing pain as her weight pushed the wooden edge deep into her crotch, bearing all of her weight on that small sensitive area.

Wailing from the pain, Shanaera quickly shot back up on her toes. But her legs had been given no rest, and she could hold herself up for only a few moments before her legs were quivering and straining, and she had to lower herself again. Shanaera desperately tried to control her descent as her body sank onto the sharp wooden edge. The only thing she could do was shift her body so that a different area of her pussy rested on the edge, one that had not been crushed by the sharp edge the last time and was not as tender and sore. The wood dug into her sensitive flesh, and Shanaera lifted her head back and screamed in pain and frustration. After a few agonizing moments, Shanaera had regained enough strength to get up on her toes again and relieve the pain between her legs. As soon as she was back up, she tried once again to plead though her gag. Gnarlug only laughed at her.

It was only a couple minutes before Shanaera had to lower herself again on the sharp edge. She wailed in frustration as she lowered herself, presenting a different part of her tender pussy to be crushed between the sharp edge of the wood and the weight of her body. Within seconds, the pain was too much and she tried to raise herself again. But in only a brief moment, when the strain was too much, down she went again, trying to find a new area between her legs that was not tender and bruised, which was getting harder and harder to find.

Shanaera’s fiendish ride continued. She would raise herself to relieve the stabbing pain until the strain in her legs would become too great, and she would be forced to lower herself onto the wooden edge of the horse. Soon, there was no area of her pussy that had not been crushed and abused by the sharp edge. Each time she lowered herself, the agonizing pain between her legs became worse, and she would desperately try to lift herself back up onto her toes. Constantly switching back and forth between agonizing pain in her crotch and the throbbing, cramping pain in her leg muscles. Up and down, up and down, for what felt like an eternity. There was no escaping the agonizing torture. She could only stay up on her toes as long as she could bear, wait for her leg muscles to inevitably give out, and carefully lower herself. Soon, she was unable to focus on anything but the pain wracking her body.

Making matters worse, each time Shanaera lowered herself, it was longer before she could summon the strength to lift back up on her toes. And the amount of time she could hold herself up off the board was shorter. It meant that she was soon spending much more time with the sharp edge of the wood cruelly stabbing at her tender pussy. And the more time her pussy spent on the sharp wood meant the pain came faster and more intensely each time. All of these factors meant that her ride on the horse became exponentially worse as it continued.

Eventually the strain was too much on her leg muscles and they gave out completely. As Shanaera lowered herself that final time on the board, its edge digging painfully into her pussy, she wailed in pain. She could not focus on anything but the intense, agonizing pain as the sharp edge of the wood cruelly and relentlessly dug into her poor pussy. Shanaera tried to lift herself up again. But her legs were cramping intensely and they had no more strength. Try as she might, she could not lift herself up again. She tried to do what she had seen the other elves do. Shanaera squeezed her thighs together and tried to push up with her knees to lift herself up and take some of the pressure off her crotch. But it was no use. She did not have the strength. Her body pressed relentlessly down so that the sharp wooden edge of the horse, stabbed up into her cunt. Shanaera desperately tried to shift her body, leaning forward or backward, to relieve the pain in one area but her entire pussy was on fire with searing pain. There was no place she could find relief. She let out a demented wail through her gag as the intense pain built and built.

Shanaera was focused only on the blinding pain that overwhelmed her and she barely even noticed that Gnarlug and Gornzugak were there. But then Gnarlug spoke, turning to Gornzugak. “Do you think she is ready to talk? Should I remove her gag?” Shanaera wailed through her gag and frantically nodded her head yes. Gnarlug watched her and then answered his own question, “Nah, she needs some more encouragement. I think you know how to do that.” Gornzugak nodded and stepped away, disappearing from Shanaera’s view. A moment later, he reappeared in front of Shanaera, holding a leather flogger. Shanaera cried out through the gag, realizing the torture was about to get even worse. The orc brought the flogger down hard, slashing it across her ass cheeks. Shanaera cried out in pain and jerked wildly, which set off new shockwaves of pain in her tortured pussy. He struck her again and again, causing her to buck wildly on the horse, the pain between her legs growing worse and worse. Gornzugak circled around Shanaera and began striking her breasts. Then her belly. Then her thighs. Even her already-tortured pussy. Each blow caused Shanaera to buck and squirm, driving her pussy further onto the board. After he had striped Shanaera’s body with red welts, Gornzugak paused and turned to Gnarlug for direction. Shanaera started to try and plead through her gag, insisting she would talk. But she could make only muffled whimpers. Gnarlug let her babble through the gag for several minutes but then Shanaera started whining and then screaming as the pain become too unbearable. She was unable to form coherent thoughts. The pain overwhelmed her. She lost all sense of her surroundings. All she knew was pain.

Then finally, Gnarlug reached over and pulled the gag from her mouth. “This is your one chance. Talk,” he commanded. “If you do not satisfy me, the gag will go back in and you can spend an hour on that thing.” Shanaera did not want to betray her kingdom. But the pain was too unbearable. She had to make it stop. She knew that all she as doing by resisting was delaying the inevitable. She would talk eventually and her delay only earned her more unbearable pain. It was too much. Shanaera started talking rapidly. She started spitting out any information she thought would be useful. Information about the royal family of Argothrond. Information about Argothrond’s army. Sensitive information about the army’s organization and where soldiers were based. She spoke about the leadership of the army. She spoke about what she thought were its strengths and weaknesses. Still it was not enough for Gnarlug. So, she kept giving more and more. There was one thing that she had held back. It was too sensitive. It could mean the city’s doom if she revealed it. But her pussy hurt so much. The pain was unbearable. She couldn’t hold out any longer. She told Gnarlug about the secret tunnels under the city in Argothrond’s capitol. That they could be used to evacuate the city but also for an invader to sneak in and past the defended walls, if they knew where to find it. This information particularly interested Gnarlug, and he made her spill every detail. 

Finally, Gnarlug decided she had said enough. He ordered Gornzugak to lift Shanaera from the horse. She was lifted up dropped onto the floor. Shanaera rolled into a fetal position, grabbing her throbbing, tender pussy. Shanaera sobbed and sobbed. From the pain and from despair and shame that she had betrayed her kingdom.

Shanaera couldn’t walk so Gornzugak threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to her cell. Her cell was empty. In fact, it seemed many of the cells were empty, Shanaera noticed. In the cell across from her, only Axilya was inside. Gornzugak dumped Shanaera in her cell and she got on her knees, being careful to keep her still throbbing, tender pussy lifted so that it did not contact the hard stone floor of her cell and cause her more pain. The orc locked the cell and departed. Shanaera cried softly, still racked with pain and still deeply ashamed that she had given in and betrayed her kingdom.

After some time had passed, Shanaera heard the door to the cell area open and then an orc guard named Thravarg appeared in front of her cell. His pants were already off and he was stroking his erect cock, with a lustful look in his eyes as he stared down at Shanaera. Shanaera’s eyes widened in panic. Her pussy was still in so much pain. She knew that if Thravarg fucked her, the pain would be unbearable. Her pussy was in no state to take an orc fucking right now. She needed to avoid that at all costs. Without hesitating she blurted out, “Please Master, this slave begs to suck your cock! Please Master, please let me suck your cock!”

Thravarg responded by pushing his cock between the bars of Shanaera’s cell door. She crawled over to the door. Her eyes teared up as she was faced with her new reality. When she was begging to suck cock, she knew she had sounded like a shameless, eager little slut. Not the proud warrior she once was. But it was clearer now more than ever. She was no longer that proud warrior. Proud warriors didn’t betray their kingdoms. Proud warriors didn’t have explosive orgasms anytime an orc or goblin shoved their cocks or fingers into their needy, wet cunts. Proud warriors didn’t kneel like slaves with their cunts displayed and submissively call their captors ‘Master.’ Shanaera was no longer a proud warrior. She was now just a slave. An animal. Chattel. She was not defined by her honor or her loyalty or her skills with a sword. She was defined by the holes that gave her masters pleasure. And this master wanted to use her mouth. Shanaera regained her composure and started to tease the Thravarg’s cock with slow licks of her tongue. She closed her eyes and took the cock into her mouth, frowning at its sweaty, sour taste. Thravarg grunted as Shanera’s head began to bob up and down. She slid her tongue up and down the shaft as she sucked with her mouth. The orc closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the elf’s mouth as she serviced his cock. After a few minutes, he groaned and his cock spasmed in her mouth and filled it with cum. Shanaera swallowed it quickly, but Thravarg grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back so he could shoot the last couple of spurts all over her face and tits.

As the orc stepped back and moved away, Shanaera noticed there was another orc behind him. And another behind him. A line of orcs and goblins had formed. The next orc in line stepped up and pushed his cock in between the bars of her cell door. It was the guard who had escorted her earlier, Gornzugak.  “Suck,” he commanded.

“Yes Master,” Shanaera said softly, and she leaned in and took the cock in her mouth. This orc tasted even worse than the last one. It was probably unwashed since it had been in various elf orifices. Shanaera suppressed her revulsion. She a job to do. Her own comfort was irrelevant. Shanaera’s head began to bob up and down as she sucked the Gornzugak’s cock. The cock swelled larger as she pleasured it with her mouth. It was much bigger than the last one, and she began to gag as it pushed against the back of her throat as her head bobbed. But she relaxed her throat, did her best to suppress the sensation, and kept going, using her tongue and mouth to give the Gornzugak pleasure. The orc grunted and unleashed his cum into her mouth and down her throat. Shanaera swallowed it all. Gornzugak pulled his cock from her mouth and stepped away.

The third orc stepped forward. It was the the guard who was helping Gnarlug with Sariandi and her daughters, Bruvgugg.  Shanaera took his cock in her mouth and began to vigorously suck and lick it, her head bouncing up and down. As she sucked Bruvgugg off, she felt a tingle deep in her loins. Even with the intense pain she felt down there, she was still growing aroused. Tears began to slide down her cheeks. She realized she was truly transforming into a wanton slave. She pushed the shame aside and wiped away the tears. Shanaera had a job to do and she continued to pleasure the orc’s cock until it erupted in her mouth.

Next in line was a goblin that Shanaera did not recognize. He thrust his cock in between the bars of her cell door and Shanaera took him in her mouth. Her head slid up and down, and when she got to the top, she flicked her tongue against the head of his cock, teasing it. The goblin did not last long and he moaned, pulling out of her mouth and spurting his cum all over her face. Shanaera eagerly opened her mouth to catch much of it on her tongue and she eagerly licked her lips to lap up what she could.

An orc with a massive cock was up next and Shanaera struggled to wrap her lips around it. She carefully worked the bulbous head past her teeth and then pushed her head forward working more and more of it into her mouth and down her throat. She started to slowly bob her head up and down, running her tongue up and down his shaft and then picking up her pace, until the monster cock exploded in her mouth, spilling down her chin and onto her tits.

For the rest of the day, Shanaera sucked cock after cock. She lost track of time and her surroundings. Eventually she stopped noticing the still throbbing soreness between her legs. All of her focus was on pleasuring her masters with her mouth. That was her whole world.

When the line finally dwindled and Shanaera had sucked the last of the orcs in line, her face and chest were covered in sticky cum. Shanaera did not mind. She was quite used to smelling like sex and being covered in sex fluids. She looked over to the cell across for her. Axilya was on all fours and an orc was behind her, pounding her with his cock. Axilya was moaning and gasping, clearly enjoying herself. Shanaera curled into a ball. She was exhausted and still quite sore. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

(End of Part 7, to be continued...)

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