The Tale of Shanaera: Part 8 – The Slaves' Contest

In the interrogation room, Shanaera screamed in agony as another needle was plunged into her labia. Her breasts and pussy felt like they were on fire. They had so many needles sticking out of them that they looked like obscene pincushions. Shanaera strained against the straps that held her down on the table, eying Gnarlug fearfully as he held up another needle. “Tell me something useful, slave, unless your clit wants to feel some basilisk venom,” he warned her.

Shanaera start to sob and shook her head. She started babbling. “Please I have told you everything! I swear! I swear! I have nothing more to give you!  If I did, I would tell you! Please! No more!”

Shanaera had been warned about this day by the other prisoners when she arrived in the dungeon. That eventually she would break and answer all her interrogators’ questions and tell them everything she knew, but the torture would not stop. That they would keep torturing her to make her give more information when she had none to give. And that day had now arrived. When she was desperate to get off the wooden horse, Shanaera had told Gnarlug every possible piece of information that would be useful for the orcs. And so now she had nothing else to offer. She was stammering off everything she could think of. But it never satisfied Gnarlug, and so each time she spoke, it earned her another venom-soaked needle plunged into the meat of her breasts, her nipples, or her labia. And as Gnarlug threatened to push one in her clit, she was in full panic mode. But try as she might, Shanaera could not come up with anything to appease the goblin. As she babbled and pleaded, he pushed the needle into her swollen clit. Shanaera screamed in anguish from the blinding pain and then her head slumped forward and she fell limp. The agonizing pain had rendered her unconscious.

A bucket of ice water was thrown on Shanaera to awaken her. She gasped as her eyes flew open. Trembling in the cool air, she looked down at her breasts. She realized she must have been unconscious for more than a couple minutes, because all of the needles had been removed from her beasts and genitals. However, they were red and swollen, a reaction from the painful venom that had been injected into her flesh. And they still throbbed and burned fiercely. The pain had only subsided slightly. Gnarlug left her strapped to the table for a while, to suffer. But after more time had passed and the pain had dulled a little more, he unstrapped Shanaera from the table and snapped a leash on her collar. “Since you tried really hard to give me information, I thought I would reward you. Come,” he commanded and tugged at the leash. Shanaera climbed off the table and followed Gnarlug. She was quite sure that whatever he was offering was not a “reward.” But she had no choice but to follow. They moved up several flights of stairs, exiting the depths of the dungeon, and Gnarlug took her to a set of heavy wooden doors. Shanaera recognized them as the entrance to the dungeon, which she had not seen since being dragged inside so many days or weeks or months ago. When she was taken outside, Shanaera’s eyesight was temporarily blinded as she stepped out into the bright sun. She had not seen the sun since being taken down into the dungeon. Shanaera savored its warmth, and the light, as her eyes slowly adjusted. But with another yank of the leash, she had to hurry along as Gnarlug continued walking. Gnarlug took her though the temple and into a courtyard at its center. Shanaera heard the grunts and cries and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and she saw the fuck pit in the center of the courtyard. Gnarlug did not take her close enough to the pit for her to peer down into it, but she wondered how Jastira was faring. Or Nabeora. Or Sariandi’s daughters. She could only imagine how awful the fuck pit was. But she assumed it was probably less of a hell than the dungeon. She thought she would much prefer to spend the rest of her life in that pit being pounded over and over than to be in that dungeon suffering cruel torture.

On the other side of the courtyard was a row of naked elves chained together in a slave coffle. As they approached them, Shanaera recognized Sariandi. Then she spotted Velayana and Filaurel. All three were chained together with another couple dozen elves. Now Shanaera knew why she had not seen them in the dungeon. They were all here. Perhaps they had finally gotten a reprieve from the dungeon. The chained elves eyed Gnarlug fearfully as he approached with Shanaera. As much as they feared all of the orcs and goblins, they feared Gnarlug the most, and it was obvious from the way they stared at him and shrank away. Shanaera realized that all of these elves had been in the dungeon previously. All had experienced Gnarlug’s horrible torture. Gnarlug walked over to an orc that was standing next to the line of slaves. Shanaera recognized him as Agdug, the orc that had branded and collared her. Gnarlug called over to the orc. “Agdug, where are these sluts heading? Not to the fuck pit?”

Agdug shook his head. “Nah. We have enough slaves in the fuck pit now. So, we are shipping these ones back to orc territory so they can be trained and sold. I am guessing most will end up in brothel camps. Or maybe they will be sent straight to a labor camp.  We are going to need more iron for weapons if we are invading the elf world.  But what is done with these cunts isn’t up to me. They will be the responsibility of another slaver soon enough.”

For a brief moment, Shanaera thought maybe she would be added to the coffle. And she was looking forward to it. She would finally escape the dungeon. Anything was better than the dungeon. But Gnarlug made no move to add her to the coffle. And Agdug nodded to another orc who slashed a whip at the rears of the elves. “Get moving sluts!” the orc yelled and the elves cried out as the whip struck their flesh. The coffle started moving. As it did, Sariandi cried out. “No! Please! Let me be here with my daughters! Please let me stay here with them! Please!” The orc aimed his whip at Sariandi and slashed her a couple times across her ass, causing her to cry out in pain.

Agdug laughed. “Cattle do not get to choose whether they stay with their calves,” he replied, without even bothering to look at Sariandi. The coffle marched, and the sobbing Sariandi had no choice but to follow along, pulled by the slaves ahead of her in the chain. As the coffle exited the court yard, Shanaera realized she would not be part of it. If she was being taken away from the dungeon, it would not be with that coffle.

“Where is Xorakk?” Gnarlug asked Agdug.

“Outside the temple,” Agdug replied. Gnarlug nodded and tugged at Shanaera’s leash. They started walking, in the same direction of the coffle of slaves. As they walked though the temple and then out the front gate, the coffle kept moving down the road, driven by orcs with whips. But Gnarlug brought Shanaera over to an orc that was standing just outside the entrance. Shanaera recognized him as Xorakk, the orc that had fucked her during her examination. Beside him were two slaves, both kneeling. The first was the redheaded human slave that had been with Xorakk during Shanaera’s examination. The other was a blonde elf. Shanaera’s eyes widened as she drew closer, and she recognized the elf. It was Princess Miriella. When they reached the trio, Gnarlug ordered Shanaera to kneel and she obediently complied. She kept her gaze on Miriella. Miriella eyed Shanaera back but Miriella had no reason to know who Shanaera was. To Miriella, Shanaera would have been just another nameless warrior in her father’s army. And now she was just another slave.

Gnarlug looked down at Shanaera. “Well, here you are, slave. You wanted to find the missing princess of your kingdom. Here she is.  And now you know the true depth of your failure.  Both of you are slaves, who will never again taste freedom.” Shanaera’s eyes teared up. Gnarlug was right.  Seeing Miriella, enslaved was a stark reminder of Shanaera’s failure. She had been sent to find and rescue Miriella. But they were both branded slaves, naked and kneeling at the feet of orcs and goblins. She knew that neither would be rescued. And because of Shanaera’s betrayal under torture, soon many other elf maidens from Argothrond would likely soon be joining them.

“Well slave, what do you have to say to that?” Xorakk asked Miriella. “Do you wish to be rescued? Do you want to go back to your mommy and daddy? Do you want to go back to your elf world and be a princess again?”

Miriella quickly shook her head. “No, Master,” she replied, in a monotonous tone. “I am a slave now and serving my new purpose. I could never go back to my old life. Now all I wish to do is serve my masters as a good slave.”

“And what is your purpose now, slave?” Xorakk asked her.

“I am a cunt, mouth, ass, and set of tits to give pleasure to my Masters,” Miriella said robotically.

“And how do you give pleasure to your Masters?” Xorakk asked her.

“I kneel at my masters’ feet and worship their cocks with my mouth and tongue, and swallow every drop of cum I am offered. My cunt is for my masters to fuck whenever they please, and I am always to keep it juicy and wide open for their use. My ass is for my masters to use however they see fit, whether it be to beat and whip, or as another receptacle for their cum. My tits are for my Masters to grope, fondle and suck, or to whip if they please,” Miriella said. She emphasized her mantra by thrusting out her chest further and spreading her knees wider to give a better view of her cunt and tits.

Shanaera wondered if Miriella meant her words or was just saying what she thought her masters wanted to hear. Shanaera wondered if she herself might one day be that eager. Her body already was. But how long would it take for her mind to follow suit?

Xorakk turned to Shanaera. “As you can see, slut, your former princess doesn’t want to be rescued. She is eagerly serving the orcs here in this camp as we get ready to invade your world and take new slaves, all of whom will enjoy getting fucked by their orc and goblin masters just as much as she does. Or you do. I remember how quickly you came when I fucked you. Of course, you are not nearly as conditioned as this little slut is. Here, watch. You can see how much this slave craves orc cock, and then you will understand how you will act soon enough.”

Xorakk dropped his pants and then sat down on the ground. His erect cock jutted up into the air. He pointed to Miriella and then his cock. “Ride me, slut.” He commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Miriella replied, and she quickly crawled over to Xorakk. She got up on her feet and raised herself slightly so that she was crouched above Xorakk’s lap, and her tits were in his face. Xorakk leaned in and began to eagerly suck on one of her nipples. Miriella moaned as soon as his mouth was on her tit. She put one hand on his shoulder and lowered herself. Miriella reached down with her other hand and grabbing the orc’s cock, which she positioned at the entrance of her cunt. She sunk down, moaning even more loudly as his cock slid into her pussy, impaling her. Xorakk grunted, clearly enjoying the feeling as every inch of his cock slid inside her tight, warm, wet cunt. Miriella grabbed Xorakk’s other shoulder and started grinding her hips and bouncing up and down on his cock, gasping and moaning loudly as she did.

Xorakk grabbed Miriella’s hips and began to thrust up into her, groaning and grunting in pleasure. He pushed his face back into her tits, licking and sucking her nipples. Shanaera watched intently. She felt that familiar tingle of arousal deep in her loins. She was getting turned on quickly as she watched the former princess bouncing up and on the orc’s cock. She remembered how good it had felt when that same cock was plunging into her cunt. Shanaera smelled the familiar scent of female arousal, the musky smell of wet cunt. She did not know if it was Miriella’s arousal or her own.

Miriella rode Xorakk at a rapid pace, and when he took one of her nipples in his mouth and bit down, she squealed and rode him harder, fucking him with even more vigor. She moaned more loudly. “Master, your cock feels so good!” Miriella cried out in between her gasps and moans. Xorakk pulled his face back from Miriella’s tits. He tightened his grip around her hips and pulled her up off his cock and began to turn her body around. Miriella picked up on the prompt and she spun around, so that she was facing away from Xorakk and now facing Shanaera and Gnarlug. She sunk down again and cried out in pleasure as Xorakk’s cock once again speared into her tight, wet cunt, from behind. Miriella began to gyrate her hips and bounce up and down again as loud moans and gasps came out from her mouth in a constant stream. Shanaera could see the ecstasy on Miriella’s face. Shanaera could also feel the tingle in her own loins growing to a steady roar.

Miriella leaned forward, gasping as the orc’s cock plunged into her from a different angle. Xorakk reached around and began to squeeze and roughly grope Miriella’s bouncing tits, which only seemed to bring her more ecstasy. The elf suddenly arched her back and screamed, as she began to shudder and shake. She was having an intense orgasm. Miriella did not let that stop her, however. She continued bouncing up and down, milking Xorakk’s cock and making him groan with pleasure.

Xorakk slid his hands under Miriella’s ass cheeks and he lifted her up, standing up as he did. He lowered her on his cock again and used his hands to pull her up and down. From his standing position, he held Miriella up and thrusted to meet her cunt, as she moved her hips so that her pussy slid up and down on his cock. From this new position, Shanaera got a good view of Xorakk’s cock. It was coated in Miriella’s creamy juices, and her cunt was dripping more of her juices onto the ground. Shanaera could feel her own pussy dripping as she watched.

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Xorakk continued thrusting into Miriella’s dripping cunt until he tensed up and roared, his cock spasming as he spurted his cum deep inside her. When he had shot the last of his seed into her womb, Xorakk pulled her off of his cock. A steady stream of cum and pussy juices dripped out of her gaping cunt. Xorakk set Miriella on the ground and she got on her knees, spun around, and immediately began to lick and suck his cock clean. When she was done, she fell back down into her kneeling position. “Now that is an aroused slut,” Xorakk remarked.

Gnarlug leaned down between Shanaera’s splayed thighs and plunged a couple fingers inside her cunt, swirling them around. She gasped as his fingers intensified her arousal. Gnarlug pulled his fingers out and held them up for Xorakk to see. They were glistening, thoroughly coated in Shanaera’s pussy juices. “Oh, this one is an aroused little slut too,” he said. His eyes lit up as an idea crossed his mind. “Let’s have some sort of contest between these two sluts to see which one is the better slut. And this little warrior slave can earn herself freedom from my dungeon and can begin her regular slavery if she wins.”

Xorakk laughed and nodded. “Let’s make it even more interesting. If the former princess here loses, you can have her in your dungeon for a couple weeks.”

Gnarlug enthusiastically nodded. “Yes, I am sure a princess would have lots of useful; information I can extract. Let’s do it. A contest!”

Xorakk turned to Isamayla, who was still kneeling on the ground. “Slave go fetch your toy. You know the one. The one I make you use with other slaves.”

“Yes Master,” Isamayla responded and she rose to her feet and headed into the temple. Both Miriella and Shanaera began to tremble, wondering what was in store for them and fearing the consequences of losing. Shanaera felt overcome with guilt. She was desperate to avoid returning to the dungeon and this contest perhaps provided that path. But if she won, it would doom Miriella to a brief period in the dungeon. When she became a warrior, Shanaera had given an oath to protect the royal family, including Miriella. And then after Miriella had gone missing, Shanaera had promised her father that she would find and rescue the princess. She closed her eyes, as her lip trembled. Causing Mirella to be tortured would be a grave betrayal of those oaths.  But then she pushed her guilt aside. Shanaera had given those oaths as a warrior. But she was no longer a warrior. She was a slave. And she had to do what she could to survive and avoid as much torment as possible.

Isamayla returned with a long, double-ended dildo. She stood, waiting for Xorakk to give further instructions. “Slaves, get on your hands and knees with your asses facing each other,” he commanded Miriella and Shanaera. The two elves crawled over and got in the position commanded. Xorakk nodded to Isamayla. She placed the dildo between them with the dual heads of the double dido lined up with each of their pussies. “Get that dildo in your cunts,” Xorakk commanded. Miriella reached back and took her end and began to push it inside her pussy. Shanaera did the same. “Get the whole thing in your cunts so your asses are touching!” Xorakk sternly commanded. Miriella and Shanaera both began to scoot back, grunting as the dildo pushed further inside their pussies, until they were fully impaled and their asses were pressed against each other. “Now fuck each other! I want to see your asses bouncing off each other! This isn’t the competition but you will want that dildo nice and lubricated before the real competition begins!” Xorakk commanded. Miriella leaned forward and pulled her hips forward so that her pussy began to slide up the dildo. Then she rammed her hips back and her pussy slid down it again. With a loud slap, her ass slapped into Shanaera’s. Shanaera began to follow suit. They both began thrusting forward and back, working to a rhythm, so that the dildo was sliding in and out of their throbbing cunts and their asses slapped against each other each time they both thrusted back.

As the dildo thrusted in and out of their sexes, the arousal of both elves quickly built. Soon, they were eagerly slamming themselves backwards harder, and the sound of flesh smacking together grew louder, mixed with the sounds of their moans. Shanaera closed her eyes, enjoying the building intense arousal in her pussy as she thrust her hips backward towards Miriella. The dildo grew slicker and slicker as Shanaera’s pussy grew wetter. Her hips were moving in sync with Miriella’s and the hard smack of their asses against each other stung, which only increased Shanera’s arousal. Miriella moaned louder and increased her tempo, and Shanaera joined her.

The two elves frantically rode the dildo, working in unison with each thrust of their hips, as they fucked themselves and each other. Shanaera knew an orgasm was about to overtake her. Miriella bucked against her, and based on the gasps she was making, she too was on the verge of cumming. But then suddenly, Xorakk’s voice rang out. “Stop! Stop thrusting now!” Reluctantly both slaves stopped thrusting, both on the edge of an orgasm but not yet reaching the peak. “Move apart and remove the dildo!” Xorakk barked. Shanaera moaned in protest and pushed forward, easing her pussy off the dildo. Xorakk leaned forward and gripped it so that it did not fall as Shanaera and Miriella pulled fully off the dildo. He examined it and then showed it to the slaves. “Very creamy. Which is good for both of you, because now the real fun starts. Now it is going to go in your asses. And whichever one gets more of it in her ass wins. So, you better hurry. It will be a race to see which little elf slut can get past the midway point of the dildo and the dildo deeper in their ass.”

Shanaera closed her eyes and groaned. As much as she was quickly learning to love getting fucked in her pussy, she still hated anything in her ass. This was not going to be a fun task. But she knew it was her pathway to getting out of the dungeon. “Alright sluts, begin,” Xorakk commanded. He held the dildo between them. Shanaera pushed back and adjusted her hips  so that the dildo was lined up with her asshole. She grunted as she slowly pushed backwards, feeling the dildo begin to push past her sphincter and into her ass. She could hear Miriella behind her grunting too. Shanaera picked up her pace, thrusting back harder and grunting in discomfort as the large dildo stretched her ass as it pushed inside her. She pushed and pushed, ignoring the pain. She could hear Miriella grunting and struggling behind her. Then her ass cheeks pressed into Miriella’s. Between the two of them, the dildo was buried fully in their asses. Shanaera had no idea if she had won.

“Alright sluts start fucking yourselves,” Xorakk commanded. It seemed their task was not yet over. Shanaera began to once again thrust herself back and forth and Miriella did the same, so that each elf was fucking each other’s ass and her own. Their ass cheeks once again began slamming into each other, driving the dido hard and deep into their rectums. Shanaera ignored the growing soreness as the dildo painfully stretched her ass. She was soon covered in sweat and panting as she continued thrusting backwards. The elves fucked themselves for what seemed like an eternity before Xorakk finally ordered them to stop. Shanaera pushed forward again, and the dildo slid out of her ass with a wet slurp. Miriella did the same and the dildo fell to the ground.

“Both of these slutty little elves clearly like being fucked in the ass. But Miriella is the winner; she got almost two thirds of it in her ass. It seems Shanaera needs to work on her ass fucking.”

Shanaera started to cry. She had lost and she knew what that meant. Gnarlug stepped forward and attached the leash to her collar again. “We can work on that in between her interrogations,” he said. Miriella gave her a sympathetic look and shuddered. She had heard rumors about what happened in the dungeon. As glad as she was to avoid it, she was sympathetic to Shanaera.

Xorakk pointed to the dildo. “Isamayla, clean that off,” he commanded. The slave girl crawled over and picked up the dildo. Frowning at the prospect of what she had been commanded to do, Isamayla began to lick it clean. Gnarlug tugged at Shanaera’s leash as he started to lead her back to the dungeon.

(End of Part 8, to be continued...)

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