The Tale of Xorakk: Part 1 – New Livestock for the Horde

A thousand orcs had poured through the portal into the Great Forest in Elevosia. They were led by General Xorakk, and second in command was Commander Urzkhal, a younger orc who had risen through the ranks due to his prowess on the battlefield. The orcs joined the smaller contingent of goblins that had stayed behind in Elevosia after Vagrat and his goblins had completed their scouting of the Great Forest and the regions that surrounded it.

The orcs brought along with them a couple dozen human slave girls. The orcs had brought humans, rather than elves, since the slaves would be used hard to set up their camp. The human slave girls were much more disposable. Plus taking recently-enslaved elves back to their own world, where they might more easily escape, would be foolish. And holding the elf maidens in a strange, alien world would keep them scared and easier to break.

A handful or orc and goblin slavers trailed behind the slaves, slashing at them with whips to keep them moving. All of the slaves were put to work immediately.  Half the slaves were sent back and forth through the portal, carrying supplies from Aegor into Elevosia all day. The other half would be used to chop and carry wood from the forest for constructing the orcs’ war camp.

Setting up the camp would be a lot of hard labor. And a thousand orcs all needed slaves to fuck. It meant that the orcs would need more slaves soon. This was the current topic of discussion for Xorakk and Urzkhal. The goblin spies had identified elven farmlands that bordered the Great Forest to the west. Urzkhal would be leading a raiding party of those farmlands. “Get as many farm cunts as you can. I bet many of them are used to the sort of hard labor that will be required of them as we set up camp,” Xorakk said.

“Aye,” Urzkhal replied. “I will grab every elf cunt we find. We are gonna need a lot if we are building a fort with fortified walls around the portal.”

Xorakk shook his head. “Nah, we do not need a fort here. We just need a fuck pit and a basic war camp. You saw the report from the goblins. There ain’t no elf cities or settlements anywhere in this forest. The goblins didn’t face any significant hostilities here. And those are weak goblins. We orcs will have no trouble holding the area around the portal and we don’t need to waste time building fortified walls around it.”

Urzkhal frowned. Their mission from the War Chieftain Grimnor had been to come here with a small army and hold the portal until Grimnor had rallied the entire horde to invade Elevosia. But apparently Xorakk now had other ideas. “But the Chieftain said…” Urzkhal started.

Xorakk interrupted him. “Grimnor ain’t here. He is rallying the horde and so he wasn’t around for Vagrat’s report. You heard what Vagrat reported. We don’t need a fort here. And I have been stuck on the other side of the portal in that damn temple waiting around now for weeks. I didn’t rise through the ranks to do glorified guard duty. I am ready to fight. I am ready to kill.  I am ready to rape and pillage. So, grab a couple dozen or so elf cunts, enough to dig us a fuck pit and help put together a basic war camp. When you get back, we will prepare to raid some of the villages and cities that border the forest and start getting some fancier elf cunts than farmers to fill the fuck pit with enough holes to satisfy all our men.”

Urzkhal did not say anything for a moment but then nodded. “It will be done, General,” he said.

“Thank you, Commander,” Xorakk replied. Urzkhal gathered a few dozen orcs and then he was off.

Xorakk turned to watch the human slaves working. The slaves were all chained in pairs to make escape harder. Plus, if one slave displeased their masters or failed to obey a command in any way, both would be punished. This form of collective punishment helped to keep the slaves in line and working hard.

Xorakk watched a brunette slave girl struggling to carry a large bundle of wood on her back. Her legs were wobbly, she was covered in sweat and dirt, and she was panting. Exhaustion had clearly set in.

As Xorakk watched her, he noticed that the brand on her thigh had still not completely healed. She was relatively new to slavery, which meant she was likely from Jorshah. Most of the fresh slaves were from Jorshah, as it was the latest kingdom in Aegor that the orcs had invaded.

Xorakk had no idea what this slave had been before her capture and enslavement. After a few months in orc slavery, it was nearly impossible to tell whether a slave had been a princess or a peasant. All slaves were used hard. And any arrogance or spoiled attitude was quickly stripped away, along with the slave’s dignity and virtue. And the orcs cared not about a slave’s past. A cunt was a cunt. All slaves were chattel of the orc horde and their past stature, wealth, class, or families did not matter anymore. Only complete obedience and submission would be accepted of any slave.

But this was a fresh slave, and the fact that she struggled perhaps suggested she had lived a sheltered life before her enslavement and had little experience with physical work. Or it could just mean she had been worked to exhaustion. But the reason didn’t matter. Slaves did what they were commanded or they were beaten. And if still they could not keep up, they were killed.

The brunette suddenly collapsed. She was chained to another slave, a blonde, who also carried a large bundle of wood on her back. When the blonde heard her slave sister fall, she turned and started talking rapidly to her. “Get up or we will be whipped!” she cried in a panic. But the brunette could not stand. She was too exhausted. Xorakk pulled his whip from his belt and headed over to deal with the pair of slaves. It was not the typical job of a general to direct or discipline the slaves. But Xorakk enjoyed doing it anyway.

“Slaves!” he barked. “What the fuck are you doing?”

The blonde slave looked up at Xorakk, terror in her eyes. “Master, I am sorry! We have been worked the last two days with no rest! She is exhausted is all! She just needs a little break!”

“I did not ask for excuses, slave!” Xorakk growled. “Kneel to be whipped. Both of you! Now!” The blonde dropped her bundle of wood and quickly got in position, on her knees with her head forward and pressed to the ground so that her back was exposed, and with her hips raised to present her ass. The brunette slave slowly got in to the same position. Both slaves began sobbing, fearing the whip. Xorakk uncoiled his whip and drew his arm back. Then with a hard slash, he struck the brunette across her back. She screamed in pain. Xorakk struck the blonde next, across her ass and she joined the other slave in screaming. Back and forth Xorakk went, whipping their backs and asses until they were covered in nasty red lines and bleeding. The agonized cries of the slaves echoed through the forest.

When Xorakk was finally done, he paused to catch his breath. Both slaves had been whipped to the point that they were barely conscious. They were completely broken at this point and would be of no use for hard labor. Xorakk called over some of his warriors. “These two lazy, useless cunts are available to fuck. When you are done, butcher them and add their meat to the slave gruel. The slaves could use more protein in their diets with all the work they have in store for them.” The orcs dragged the two sobbing slaves off to fuck and then they would kill them after they had sated their lust. “Get two more slaves from Aegor over here to replace those two. And tell the rest of the slaves that they better pick up the pace. There is two less of them now, so they will have to work harder to meet their quota for the day and avoid the fate of those two worthless cunts.”

The other slaves did not need to be told this by the slavers. They had seen what Xorakk had done to the two slaves. They had seen them dragged off to be fucked and then killed.  Terrified, they pushed through their exhaustion and pain and worked harder.

Xorakk returned to his planning for the invasion. And he eagerly waited for Urzkhal to return with some elf cunts to put to work.

………

Avshera was supposed to be cleaning the barn but instead she was petting the mane of one of the two horses inside and feeding him an apple. The other horse whinnied and Avshera scolded him. “Wait your turn, you will get your apple soon enough.” She knew that her mother, Magrana, or father, Arnroth, would scold her for slacking off if they saw that she wasn’t cleaning the barn.  But they were both tending to the field, along with Avshera’s brother, Hendyr. So Avshera would take a little break and feed the horses. Certainly, the horse didn’t mind.

Avshera lived in the lands west of the Great Forest called the Marish Plains. It was a territory belonging to the Elven Kingdom of Bromendier. The Marish Plains were fertile lands and most of the elves that lived there were farmers. It was said that the crops grown on the Marish Plains could fed the entirety of Elevosia. There were no cities in the Marish Plains and very few villages. Most of the elves that lived there lived on sprawling farms, like Avshera’s family. Avshera rarely came into contact with anyone other than her family.

As Avshera was feeding the horse, she heard what sounded like loud voices off in the distance, in the direction of the field. She listened intently and heard it again. Avshera moved over to the exit of the barn and stepped outside to investigate. She saw her parents and brother, still in the field. And surrounding them were a half dozen figures, brandishing what looked like weapons. Avshera blinked in surprise and then her eyes widened in shock. The figures were very large, much taller than her father and with greenish skin. They looked like… orcs! Or at least how orcs had been described in stories Avshera’s parents had told her. There were clearly heated words between the orcs and her father, though Avshera could not make out what they were from her distance. As Avshera watched, one of the orcs suddenly stepped toward her father. Her father was holding a hoe and he swung it at the orc. The orc easily dodged the farming tool, and then drove his sword into the elf’s chest. Arnroth fell to his knees and Magrana screamed. So did Avshera as she watched from a distance, her shock turning to horror as she witnessed the murder of her father. A pair of orcs heard Avshera and they turned in her direction. Two of the orcs started running towards her. Avshera retreated back inside the barn. The last thing she saw before she shut the door was an orc stabbing her brother with his sword while another grabbed her mother. Avshera slammed the door to the barn shut. She was sobbing as it sank in that she had just seen her father and brother being killed. The barn could not be locked from the inside so Avshera pressed her weight against the door to try and keep it closed. A few seconds later, a body slammed into the door from the other side. Avshera pressed harder against it, desperately trying to keep it shut, but the body on the other side slammed into it again and the door crashed open, sending Avshera flying into the dirt. An orc rushed inside the barn, followed by another.

The orcs charged towards Avshera, who screamed as they lunged at her. One of the orcs pinned her on the dirt. Avshera screamed and thrashed around, struggling to free herself, but the orc was much too strong for her. The second orc crouched down in front of the struggling elf and draw a dagger from his belt. Avshera froze, fearing she was about to be killed. But instead, the orc grabbed Avshera’s shirt with his other hand, pulling it so that it stretched away from her body, and he brought the blade down slicing through it. The orc pulled away the shreds of her shirt. “Tits could be bigger but she is young. She will get bigger ones if she lives long enough,” he remarked. He then took the blade and began slicing down the legs of Avshera’s pants and cut them away. A couple snips and her underwear was cut away as well. Lastly, the orc removed her boots. They looked down at the naked flesh of the young elf and licked their lips. Avshera started to sob. Now she was more focused on and terrified about what they planned to do with her, rather than the death father and brother. She wanted to try and cover herself but the orc pinning her down held her wrists above her head.

“She is gonna be a good fuck,” the orc remarked.

The other one eagerly nodded. “Yep. So, let’s check if we can fuck her.” He reached down and grabbed Avshera’s thighs. In a panic, Avshera tried to clamp her thighs together, but the orc pried them open. Then he took one hand and forced it between her parted thighs, slipping a finger between the folds of her sex. Avshera’s eyes widened in shock and she let out a wail as the orc pushed a finger inside her. Avshera had grown up very sheltered, and no male had ever seen her naked, let alone touch her in such an obscene way. As the orc slid his finger inside Avshera’s pussy he growled. “Fuck, she is a virgin! Xorakk said he wants first go at any blonde virgins.”

The other orc groaned. “Fuck! I wanted to try this one out right here. Xorakk thinks he is Grimnor or something, and gets to call dibs on the virgins. But oh well. We can fuck the mom. Alright, I will take her back over to the group. You grab the horses.” The orc stood up, pulling Avshera up by her hair. The orc had some rope tied to his belt and he pulled it free. The orc wrenched Avshera’s wrists behind her back and then bound them with the rope. Next, he took a gag and shoved it in her mouth, securing it around the back of her head. The orc began to drag Avshera by her hair from the barn.

The other orc saddled the two horses. He grabbed their reigns and began to lead them out of the barn. Both Avshera and the pair of horses were taken to the middle of the field. Avshera started to sob again when she saw the dead bodies of her father and brother. Her mother had been stripped and gagged just like Avshera, and was lying in the dirt of the field, a few feet away from her dead son and husband. When Magrana saw her daughter, she wailed through her gag, terror in her eyes as she saw her daughter in such a vulnerable state. Avshera was thrown to the ground next to her mother.

One of the orcs spoke up. “Sluts, you are now property of the orc horde. You will spend the rest of your lives in complete obedience and submission, giving pleasure to orcs with your holes. You are livestock and chattel, just like these horses.”

Avshera started to cry harder and she pressed herself against her mother. “Shall we test out their holes now?” one of the orcs asked.

The orc who had stripped Avshera replied, “That one is a virgin.” The other orcs began grumbling, hearing the news.

“But I have an idea. We can make a deal to mama here.,” one of the orcs offered, winking at his friends. “If she gets on her back and spreads her legs for us to fuck her, we won’t make her daughter a woman here on this field.”

Avshera was gagged so she could not warn her mother that the orcs had already indicated that she was not to be fucked, and that her virginity was to be taken by some other orc. Magrana was crying and she looked over at her daughter. She would do whatever she could to try and protect her daughter. Magrana fell onto her back and slowly opened her legs wide.

“That’s it, mama, already learning to be a good slave,” one of the orcs taunted as he stepped over and dropped his pants. The orc climbed on top of Magrana, settling between her parted thighs. He suddenly rammed his hips forward driving his cock into Magrana and causing her to cry out in pain and shock. Avshera watched in horror as her the orc thrusted away on top of her mother. She turned away, unable to look.

One of the other orcs grabbed Avshera by her hair and yanked her head, turning her so she was forced to watch. “Pay attention slut. This will be your duty as a slave soon enough.”

Avshera watched, horrified, as her mother was ravaged by the orc.  The orc grunted and tensed up as he climaxed.  As he rolled off her body, another immediately took his place. And then after he finished, another took his place.  Avshera sobbed as she watched orc after orc ravaged her mother.  When all of the orcs had a turn, they left Magrana lay limp and crying on the field.

One of the orcs spoke up. Alright, let’s get these two cunts and the horses back to Urzkhal. And then onto the forest so that the elf cunts can begin their new lives.” Avshera was pushed down onto her belly. A goblin grabbed her ankles and bent her legs backwards and tied her ankles to her wrists in a hogtie. Margrana was similarly tied in a hogtie. Two of the orcs climbed onto on top of the horses. Magrana and Avshera were each pulled up and placed on the horses’ backs, behind the mounted orcs. And then they were off.  The rest of the orcs in the raiding party moved onto the next farm, to collect more slaves.

Both elves cried through their gags, in sorrow for the males in their family that had been slaughtered, and fear for what was in store of them as slaves of the orc horde.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)

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