The Tale of Shanaera: Part 9 – Shanaera’s Hell Continues

Shanaera was alone in her cell, wallowing in her own misery. Axilya was in the cell across from Shanaera and was sobbing. Shanaera surmised that she he had just undergone a particularly brutal interrogation, but the broken elf was unable to talk about it.

Axilya and Shanaera were the only two elves still in the dungeon. The others had all been shipped off to a slaver camp to begin their slave training. Shanaera assumed that Axilya and she were still there because they were former warriors, so the goblins viewed them as more likely to have valuable information that would useful for the orcs when they invaded Elevosia. But unfortunately for both Shanaera and Axilya, neither had any more useful information to give the goblins. Meaning they continued to suffer unbearable torture. Shanaera was on edge, waiting fearfully for her next interrogation. Seeing Axilya shattered and sobbing only increased her own anxiety.

When Shanaera heard the doors to the cell area open, her eyes flashed with fear. She assumed she was next. But as the orc guard  Krormoth stepped up to her cell door and opened it, she saw the lust in his eyes and knew he had other plans than to torture her. As Krormoth stepped inside and reached for her, Shanaera offered no resistance and dropped her head in defeat. She knew that getting fucked by an orc wasn’t as bad as being tortured. Shanaera could only try her best to focus on the positive and in this hell, the only positive was that she wasn’t presently being tortured. And despite her humiliation and shame she felt in her mind, her body certainly enjoyed being fucked. She prayed Krormoth would not be too rough.

Krormoth stepped forward and pinned Shanaera against the wall of her cell, lifting her up and hiking up her hips as he positioned his cock at her sex. Shanaera grappled at his shoulders, using them as leverage to balance herself. With one hard thrust, he rammed his cock into her sex. As Krormoth began to thrust in and out of Shanaera, she wrapped her legs around his hips to provide herself more stability. She closed her eyes. Be submissive and obedient she thought to herself. Make sure the orc enjoys himself. Anything to avoid displeasing him and earning a punishment.

Krormoth continued fucking her, pressing her hard against the wall. As he plunged in and out of her, Shanaera was humiliated at how pleasurable it began to feel. Even with all her soreness, sorrow, despair, and humiliation; somehow, she was still getting pleasure from this vile orc ravaging her. “Hurry up, I want a turn!” a voice called and Shanaera looked over the Krormoth’s shoulder to see another orc guard, Bruvgugg, standing behind him, waiting his turn. Behind him were two more orcs. It seemed a line had formed.

Krormoth replied, “Hey, they give them more than one hole for a reason.” He gripped Shanaera’s ass and pulled her back from the wall and then spun around so that her back was now to Bruvgugg. He spread her ass cheeks, presenting her anus. “Have at it!” he called.

“No please Masters, not my ass,” Shanaera whimpered. Krormoth pulled one hand from her ass and slapped her hard across the face. “Silence slut!” he snarled. “You are a slave and your purpose is to be fucked in all your holes. You have no right to request that your holes not be fucked! Just like your mouth and cunt, your asshole belongs to us and we can use it whenever and however we please.”

Bruvgugg stepped forward and in one hard thrust, he drove his cock into her ass, causing Shanaera to cry out in pain. Yet at the same time she felt the sharp pain, her nipples stiffened and her cunt began to tingle with heat, more arousal swamping her body. Her body was actually enjoying being double penetrated by these vile orcs she realized, to her horror and shame. Both orcs began to thrust, fucking her brutally, impaling her pussy and ass. Being stuffed by two orc cocks at once really reinforced that she was now just a collection of holes for orcs to fuck. Every day of her captivity, it seemed she was becoming more and more resigned to that fate. She had once felt pride in being a warrior of Argothrond. Now that seemed like a distant memory. And it felt like that had been a completely different person.

An involuntary moan escaped Shanaera’s lips as the orcs continued slamming into her from both ends. Her moans mixed with the loud grunts of the two orcs as they fucked her. Krormoth clenched up and groaned as he spewed his cum deep into her womb. A few moments later, Bruvgugg grunted and unleashed his seed deep into her ass. He thrust a few more times and then pulled his softening cock from her gaping ass. A thick stream of cum oozed from it and spilled onto the floor. Krormoth called out, “Next!”

He pulled Shanaera off his cock and handed her over to one of the two remaining orcs that was waiting for a turn to fuck her. It was the guard, Gornzugak.  He grabbed her hair and spun her around. He bent her over at the waist and drove his cock into her slick cunt from behind. Shanaera felt her pussy clench and twitch around Gornzugak’s cock as her arousal built. With Shanaera bent over and her head pushed down, the last orc, Thravarg, decided to use her mouth. He thrust his large cock between her lips and down her throat until Shanaera began to choke and gag. She did her best to use her mouth and tongue to give him pleasure. At the same time, she began to thrust her hips back to meet Gornzugak, who was still plunging into her from behind. There was no point in resistance. The only thing she could do was give in and embrace her own arousal and pleasure. It was at least a brief respite from the torture. Her head began to bob as she slid her tongue up and down the Thravarg’s cock in her mouth.

Thravarg pulled his cock from her mouth right before he came. He grunted as his cock began spurting, showering her face with his cum. Shanaera opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, catching much of the orc’s spurting seed in her mouth. Gornzugak picked up speed and began slamming into her harder, driving in and out of her slick, hot cunt. Shanaera suddenly gasped, and eagerly thrust her hips backwards harder. Her ecstasy built and built until it overcame her and an intense orgasm ripped through her body, her cunt juices gushing all over the orc’s cock as her whole body shuddered and spasmed. As her pussy clenched down on Gornzugak’s cock, he groaned in pleasure and unleashed his cum inside her. When he was done, he pulled her off his cock and dropped her onto the floor of her cell. The four orcs left the cell and locked it behind them. Before he left, Krormoth pointed to the floor. “Clean up all that cum that spilled from your slut holes, he commanded. Use your tongue.”

“Yes, Master,” Shanaera whimpered, and she crawled over and began to lick up the cum that had leaked from her ass and cunt onto the dirty floor. When she was finished, she lay on the floor, covered in sweat and cum. She was so ashamed at how her body was reacting to the orcs ravaging her. And how quickly she was becoming passive and obedient. She tried to justify it as a tool for survival. But that did not lessen her shame.

Shanaera stewed in humiliation, shame, and orc cum for several minutes before she heard the door to her cell open again and she looked up. It was Krormoth again. “Have you come to fuck me again, Master?” Shanaera whimpered.

The orc shook his head. “No, slave, Gnarlug wants to see you.” Hearing this, Shanaera started to cry. She knew she was going to be interrogated again. Krormoth opened Shanaera’s cell and gabbed her firmly by her hair. He dragged her from her cell and out of the cell area, and then deeper into the dungeon. She was taken to a familiar hallway, which housed many of the interrogation rooms. Krormoth led her into one of the rooms, where Gnarlug was waiting.

“Please, Master, I have told you everything I know,” Shanaera sobbed. “Please Master, do not hurt me anymore. Send me off to the slaver so I can learn to be a good slave and serve my masters with my mouth, cunt, and ass.”

Gnarlug shook his head. “Now, how am I to know that is true? How am I to know you aren’t lying and holding something back?”

“I am not Master, I swear!” Shanaera sobbed.

“We shall see,” Gnarlug said. He took Shanaera over to a chair that was in the center of the room. It was a large chair made of wood and iron. Shanaera thought it almost resembled a throne. Except this throne clearly had a devious purpose. It had a series of leather straps to hold down the person seating in it. And most ominously, a metal contraption protruded from the middle of the seat. In its center, was a long phallus-shaped metal plug. Around the metal plug was what appeared to be a shallow, rimmed, oval-shaped bowl, also made of metal. As Shanaera was pulled over to the chair and forced to sit on it, the metal phallus slid up inside her vagina. She grunted as it pushed inside her. However, her pussy was now constantly wet and lubricated, and so she slid down on it without much difficulty.

The oval-shaped base of the metal contraption curved so that it nestled around her labia. She realized that was by design. It was designed to fit snugly over a woman’s sex, with the center plug filling her inside. Krormoth began to fasten the straps around Shanaera, first her arms and legs and then straps around her lap, belly, and under her breasts. She was now securely held down in the chair. And on the metal contraption impaling her and fitted snugly around her sex.

Gnarlug began to speak. “Allow me to explain the game we are going to play today. That lovely little metal contraption that you are on top of and that is inside your cunt is made of copper. A metal that heats up very quickly. Below the chair and the copper base of that thing in your cunt is a slot that I can put a little bowl. And if I put a bowl with some hot coals in the slot, that copper inside and encircling your sensitive little cunt will heat up pretty quickly. So, you better start talking quickly, or things will get quite hot for you down there. The decision is yours. Talk or burn.”

Shanaera started stammering. “Please Master, I told you everything I know! I swear! I swear! Please don’t do this! Please Master!”

Gnarlug shook his head and turned to Krormoth. “It seems the slave has chosen not to give me any useful information. Perhaps some heat will motivate her.” He went to the table and picked up a porcelain bowl. Inside, was a glowing coal. He leaned down and placed the bowl in the slot below the seat.

Shanaera continued stammering. “Please do not do this! I do not know anything more to tell you! Please! You must believe me!”

Gnarlug did not respond. He just waited. The copper that was inside and encircling Shanaera’s sex was cool at first. But then, a minute or so after the bowl was placed under the chair, she began to feel it warm up inside her, ever so slightly at first. As the heat began to seep up inside her, Shanaera desperately tried to think of any new information to give Gnarlug. But every time she offered something, Gnarlug shook his head.

Within a couple minutes, Shanaera was grunting in discomfort as the meal began to heat up more. She started straining against her straps, desperate to lift up off the copper as the heat began to build. But the straps held her down firmly. “You are beginning to feel it now, but it is about to get so much worse,” Gnarlug said in a mocking tone.

Shanaera started to cry as the heat intensified and it started to hurt, first the metal around her labia and then inside as the heat crept up the phallus. “Please! Oh god, it hurts! It is burning! Please!” she wailed.

“I will remove the bowl when you tell me something useful,” Gnarlug replied. But Shanaera still had nothing to offer. She began grunting madly, then crying out in a panic as the heat began to burn her more intensely.

“Please! Nooo! It hurts! Aaaaahhhhh!” Shanaera’s screamed words dissolved into a demented wail, and she started bucking wildly as she rode the blazing agony now burning into her cunt. Her pussy lips felt like they were being roasted while the phallus scorched her insides, deep in her vagina. Shanaera wailed and wailed in agony as the searing pain overwhelmed her.

Gnarlug watched Shanaera thrashing and screaming for a couple minutes before he lifted the bowl from the slot under the chair and moved it away. It took a couple minutes for the heat to dissipate enough that Shanaera stopped thrashing and wailing. Though the metal cooled, the searing pain in her sex was still intense. Shanaera sobbed, sweat pouring of her shaking body.

“So, tell me more about your army,” Gnarlug said.

“Please I have told you everything I know. There is nothing left for me to tell you! Please I swear!” Shanaera sobbed. Gnarlug shrugged and moved the bowl back under the chair. Shanaera let out a dismayed cry and began bawling again, pleading for mercy.

Her pleas quickly turned to wails, as it did not take long for the copper to heat up again. Her wails then turned to tortured screams as the intensely burning pain once again bit into her sex. Shanaera screamed and bucked against the straps holding her as she desperately tried to pull herself away from the burning torture tearing into her groin. Gnarlug let her scream and buck for a couple minutes before he once again moved the bowl away from under the chair and waited for the blazing agony in her cunt to subside. “Well? Anything to tell me?” he asked.

Shanaera began stammering, desperately trying to come up with something, anything, to tell Gnarlug. She tried offering information about some of her friends in her army. But it did not satisfy Gnarlug and he returned the bowl to its slot under the seat, and soon Shanaera was screaming like a banshee again.

Over and over, Gnarlug repeated his torture, letting the heat scorch and roast the screaming elf’s sex until she screamed, removing the bowl and giving her a chance to talk, and then returning the heat when she did not or could not offer anything to appease him. On the final application of the heat, Shanaera’ screamed in agony until her demented screams suddenly stopped and she slumped forward, fainting from the pain. Gnarlug had Krormoth unstrap the unconscious elf and pull her from their chair. She was moved to a table and strapped down on that, with her legs strapped down so that they were spreadeagle. Smelling salts were placed under Shanaera’s nose to wake her. When she awoke, she moaned in pain. Her sex burned fiercely from her torment. Gnarlug looked between Shanaera’s splayed thighs and at her red, swollen sex. “Are you ready to talk, slave?” he asked.

Shanaera started to sob. “I have told you everything I know. Please I cannot take anymore,” she whimpered.

Gnarlug reached down between her splayed thighs and traced his fingers across her red, swollen labia. This caused renewed cries of pain from Shanaera. Her sex was so inflamed and tender and even the slightest touch sent shockwaves of pain through her.

Gnarlug laughed. “Yes, I am sure my touch hurts after your little cunt got scorched like it did. But alas, you will not give me anything useful so that I can end your interrogation.” His hand moved to her red swollen clit and began to stroke it with his finger, causing new agonized screams from Shanaera, who thrashed wildly against the bonds holding her to the table. “Well, perhaps this will encourage you,” Gnarlug said and she showed her a jar. She immediately recognized it. It was the ointment made from the hot pepper oil. It had caused her searing, intense agony the last time. and she knew it would be even worse against her now-scorched sex. Shanaera started to sob again, and she began pleading for mercy.

Gnarlug put on a glove so his own skin did not come into contact with the ointment. He opened the jar and scooped some onto his gloved finger. Then he reached down again between her spread thighs.

“No! please no! Please do not…” Shanaera’s pleas turned into a cry and then a scream as Gnarlug’s finger began to rub the ointment into her tender, scored labia. She started thrashing wildly and screaming as the ointment caused the burning that she was already feeling to intensify tenfold. Gnarlug continued rubbing the ointment along her slit and then rubbed some on her clit, causing more agonized screams from the elf. He applied some more of the ointment to his fingers and then pushed them inside her, rubbing it along the scorched walls of her cunt. Shanaera’s back arched as she screamed in agony.

Gnarlug continued the torture, rubbing more of the ointment into her scorched sex, pausing every so often to give Shanaera an opportunity to offer useful information, and then resuming when she could not offer him anything. Finally, he grew bored. It seemed Shanaera truly did not know anything. He turned to Krormoth. “I am done with her for now. Feel free to fuck her ass if you want. But I would keep your cock away from her cunt. That ointment really burns.”

He turned to depart the interrogation room as Krormoth unstrapped Shanaera’s legs and pulled them up and pushed them back over her shoulders, so that her hips were pulled up from the table and her ass was exposed. Gnarlug reached the door just as Krormoth drove his cock into Shanaera’s ass and causing her to scream. The door began to swing closed behind him as the sound of the orc’s grunts and Shanera’s sobs filled the room. It seemed Shanaera truly did not have any more useful information to reveal. It was time for Gnarlug to interrogate Axilya again. And he knew that Xorakk would soon be taking a large army of orcs through the portal. Soon there would be many more captive elves for him to interrogate.

(End of Part 9, to be continued...)

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