The Tale of Xorakk: Part 2 – Harsh Lessons for Slaves

Xorakk watched as the slaves ate their slave gruel. Slave gruel normally consisted of water, ground up grains or oats, and bits of fish. But today, the slaves noticed it had a different flavor. For meat had been added. The meat of the two human slaves that had been killed. The slaves were disgusted and horrified to eat it, but they dared not refuse. They knew that any refusal to comply with an order from their orc masters would mean their death. And likely a long, slow, horrible death.  They might end up in the gruel as well.

The slaves were not permitted to use their hands to eat. The gruel had been put in bowls and they were required to get on all fours and put their heads in the bowls to slurp up the gruel. This meant that their asses were thrusted up in the air as they ate, and orcs quickly gathers around them to fuck them. But the slaves were quite used to being fucked and hardly reacted. They were famished and too exhausted to react. So they kept eating as the orcs pounded away into their cunts or asses from behind. Xorakk knew that the fact that the orcs were so quick to jump to fuck the slave girls even as they ate showed that he needed more slaves. But more slaves would soon be coming. And they would be elf slaves, far superior to the humans they currently had.

Xorakk looked around the camp. It was coming together nicely. The slaves had been working at a fast pace. But he decided to make them work faster. “Listen up cunts!” he barked. “The slavers will track how much all of you work. Whoever does the least amount of work tomorrow gets added to the gruel, along with her chain sister!” He knew that would get them worker faster.

As Xorakk continued surveying the camp, an orc approached. Xorakk did not recognize him. He was not part of his regiment. “General Xorakk, I came through the portal from Aegor. I was asked to deliver you news.”

Xorakk nodded. “What is it?”

“Your sister Shagga gave birth to a healthy litter of orcs. Eight babies, all male.”

Xorakk nodded again. “Thank you. Please send her my congratulations.” Xorakk’s sister was in one of the breeding camps, as were all female orcs. They lived rather carefree and pampered lives. Their only duty was to breed new orcs. It was a critical task. Only one out of every 200 or so orcs was female, so each female had to birth to a lot of orcs to maintain the population. And the orcs were about to invade a whole new world. They would need more warriors.

Having delivered the news, the orc departed back to the portal. Xorakk looked at the slaves as they finished up eating. He sighed. He was sick of human cunt. He very much looked forward to Urzkhal returning with new elf cunt. And he looked even more forward to raiding and taking many more.

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Back in the Marish Plains, the orcs rode off with Avshera and Magrana. After a couple hours, they reached another small party of orcs. There were a dozen elf maidens with the orcs. All of them were on their knees, stripped naked and with their wrists bound their backs. All had been collected from farms in the area. Some were crying, others were silent. All were terrified and in despair.  And in a state of shock that they were captives of orcs.

The orcs that had taken Avshera and Magrana dismounted the horses and pulled the two hogtied elves from the saddles and put them at the feet of one of the orcs. “Commander Urzkhal, we got us two pretty blondes,” on of the orcs said.

Urzkhal looked down at the two elves, assessing them. He unsheathed a dagger from his belt and cut the rope holding their ankles, but he kept their wrists bound. He then snapped iron collars around their throats, and removed their gags. “Sluts, go kneel with the other slaves. Kneel as they are with your legs spread and your tits thrusted out,” he commanded.

Magrana glared at Urzkhal. “Let us go, you vile demons,” she snapped. “We are not slaves!”

Urzkhal sighed. “Kneeling as a slave, with your cunts exposed to your new Masters is usually my preferred first lesson for new slaves. A gentle introduction. But it seems you will need a tougher lesson.” He turned to one of the other orcs. “Whip them. In front of the other new slaves so they all can see what insolence earns them.”

The orc nodded and grabbed Avshera and Magrana. He dragged them over to a nearby tree. It had already been set up as a makeshift whipping post, for a moment just as this. Several strands of rope were tied to a high branch on the tree and dangled below, and the orc used the other ends of the rope to bind the elves wrists so that they were facing each other with their hands held high over their heads.

“Please do not whip my daughter!” Magrana cried. “I am sorry for what I said! Please do not make her suffer for what I did!” The orc unfurled his whip, ignoring Magrana’s pleas. Avshera started sobbing as she looked at the whip. She pressed herself against her mother, burying her face in her shoulder. Magrana’s eyes teared up; she so desperately wanted to protect her daughter but she was helpless to do so. The orc raised the whip and he swung his arm. The whip whistled through the air and slashed across both of Avshera’s ass cheeks. The young elf cried out from the intense stinging pain as the whip bit into her flesh. The whip flew through the air again and slashed her again across her right ass cheek. Avshera let out another anguished scream as she writhed in pain. “Please stop!” Magrana cried. But the whipping continued. Avshera squirmed, writhed, and bucked under the painful sting of the whip, as the orc lay slash after slash across the soft flesh of her ass and back. She pressed herself harder against her mother, desperate for protection that Magrana could not offer her any. Avshera wailed as her flesh was reddened and welted by the whip. The orc slashed her back, her ass, and the back of her thighs down to her knees. Finally, the orc stopped. Avshera sobbed and hung limply from the rope holding her wrists.

Next it was Magrana’s turn. She closed her eyes, glad that the whipping of her daughter had stopped and bracing herself for what was to come. She heard the whip slice through the air and an instant later she felt a burning explosion of pain across her back. She arched forward, grunting in pain, and then a second and third lash quickly followed. With each lash, the pain grew more intense, until Magrana was screaming. After 20 lashes, the orc stopped. Both mother and daughter were sobbing, bathed in sweat, their chest heaving and their backs and asses striped red. The orc stepped over to Magrana and freed her wrists. She collapsed to the ground. The orc lowered his pants, just enough to expose his erect cock. It seemed whipping the elves had aroused him. He looked down at Magrana. “Time for a new lesson, slut. You are going to suck my cock. I am not going to stop whipping your daughter until I come in your mouth. He then raised his arm and swung it, slashing the whip across Avshera’s breasts. She howled in pain and thrashed around in agony.

Magrana watched in horror as the whip sliced into her daughter’s breasts. She knew what she had to do to make it stop. Magrana quickly crawled over and got on her knees in front of the orc. She took his cock into her mouth and began to suck on the head of it, swirling her tongue around it. The orc swung the whip, striking Avshera’s breast again, and she screamed in agony. Magrana panicked. She needed to make the orc cum as fast as possible. She took his cock into her mouth as far as she could, but gagged as soon as it hit the back of her throat. The orc reached down with his free hand and grabbed her hair. As he continued whipping Avshera with his other hand, he thrusted in and out of Magrana’s mouth. Magrana began bobbing her head to meet his thrust, working his cock with her mouth and tongue. Through all of it, she kept hearing her daughter’s pained screams as the whip bit into her flesh.

It only took a few minutes for the orc to reach climax. His cock erupted in Magrana’s mouth, forcing her to swallow all of his cum. When she had swallowed it all, she pulled her head away and looked at her daughter who was hanging limply from her wrists, her breasts, stomach, ass, and back a mass of red welts. The orc cut her down. Both elves had their wrists bound behind their backs again. They were ordered to kneel with the other slaves. Magrana and Avshera joined the group of elves, and they both knelt as they had been instructed, with their knees parted widely so their pussies were displayed for their orc masters.

As the new slaves knelt, a handful or other orcs arrived with two new captives. The captives were two young blonde elf maidens, about Avshera’s age. They resembled each other, and Avshera guessed they were sisters. Both had been stripped naked and they wrists and ankles had been bound to tree branches, which the orcs carried over their shoulders to transport the captives.

The elves were cut free when they reached the group and were collared. Urzkhal ordered them to kneel with the other slaves. The older of the two sisters refused. Urzkhal had them both whipped as punishment, just as he had done with Avshera and Magrana. After they were lashed, the sobbing elves were sent to the group and they knelt.

Hours passed and more and more orcs arrived with stripped elf maiden captives. Eventually all of the raiding parties returned. They had collected two dozen captives as instructed. It was time to return to orcs’ war camp in the Great Forest.

“Alright sluts, stand to be coffled!” Urzkhal barked. The elves all stood. The orcs went from elf to elf, attaching chains to their collars so that they were all linked in a line. An orc began slashing at the coffle of slaves with whip to get them moving. And off they were on their way to the Great Forest.

Many hours passed and the sun had set when the orc raiders and their coffle of new elf slaves reached the edge of the forest. Urzkhal decided to make camp for the night. The orcs eagerly divided up the captive elf maidens to fuck. But there were two virgins. They were not taken away to be fucked. “Shall we leave these two virgin slaves tied up?” one of the orcs asked.

Urzkhal glanced them over. “What are your names, sluts?” he asked the two trembling bond elves.

“My name is Avshera,” Avshera replied, her voice trembling.

Then the other elf spoke. She was the younger of the blonde sisters that had been captured and brought back by the marauders shortly after Avshera and her mother. “My name is Taenya,” she whimpered.

Urzkhal looked them over. Both looked like delicious morsels. Urzkhal rolled his eyes. “Xorakk really reserved rights to the blonde virgins?” he asked. The other orc nodded. “Well, they still have mouths available to use,” Urzkhal replied. “Avshera and Taenya, tonight you will learn to suck orc cock. And if you do a bad job, you will spend the rest of the night being whipped.” He turned back to the orcs. “Enjoy the use of their mouths. I am going to retire for the night.” Urzkhal of course wanted to use an elf. But there were a lot of orcs and only so many elves. He would let his men use them tonight. Urzkhal was quite different than Xorakk in that regard.

The orcs eagerly circled Avshera and Taenya. An orc stepped forward and grabbed Avshera and pulled her up on her knees. “You are going to suck my cock, slut,” he informed her. He unfastened his belt and dropped his pants.

“Please do not make me do that!” Avshera cried.

The orc slapped her hard across the face. “It is that or you spend the whole night getting whipped, slave!” he snarled.

Avshera dropped her head, defeated. She was humiliated at the notion of putting a cock in her mouth, especially an orc cock. But she had already felt the whip and did not wish to feel it again. “Ok, I will do what you ask,” she whimpered.

“Open your mouth, slut,” the orc commanded as he gripped her hair. Avshera reluctantly obliged, and the orc pulled her by her hair, guiding her mouth towards his cock. She opened wide and took him into her mouth. Avshera almost lurched. He tasted of old sweat. The orc grunted in pleasure as Avshera awkwardly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. “Lick the head with your tongue,” he commanded and Avshera once again complied, flicking at the head of his cock with her tongue.

“Get it deeper into your mouth,” the orc commanded. Avshera struggled to get more of the cock into her mouth and when she felt the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged. The orc’s hand gripping her hair yanked her head, forcing her head further down so that his cock was forced the whole way down her throat. Avshera gagged and almost lurched again, and she panicked as her air supply was cut off. The orc held her head there for a few seconds and then his hand pulled her head back again. Avshera gasped for breath as the cock slid from her throat, and then a second later, the orc pulled her head back down again and forced his cock into her throat once more. Avshera struggled to breath as the orc continued to thrust in and out of her throat. The young elf whimpered and cried softly as the orc fucked her face, thrusting his cock down her throat over and over. She was humiliated and terrified and ashamed.

Avshera could hear gagging noises and the sounds of a cock thrusting into another mouth, and Avshera knew Taenya was getting a similar treatment. But with an orc standing in front of Avshera and fucking her mouth, Avshera could not actually see Taenya.

“Suck it with your mouth, slut!” the orc commanded and Avshera complied, applying pressure with her mouth on his cock and sucking. The orc continued pulling her head up and down by her hair. After a few minutes, the orc pulled his hand from Avshera’s hair and planted it on the back of her head as he pulled her head down pushing his cock once again fully down her throat. As Avshera gagged, she felt something splattering against the back of her throat and then filling her mouth. Avshera struggled to swallow it and it filled her throat. She started coughing and sputtering, causing orc cum to spill down her chin. The orc released Avshera’s head and she drew back, still coughing as she swallowed what was left of the cum in her mouth.

Avshera had no time to recover. Another orc stepped forward, pants down, and pointed to his cock. “Open!” he commanded. Crying, but too scared to refuse, Avshera moved her head closer to the orc’s crotch and opened her mouth. “Lick it!” the orc growled. Avshera pressed her head closer until her tongue touched the head of the orc’s cock. This one tasted just as gross as the last one. Avshera started slowly licking along the underside of the orc’s shaft. “Get my cock in your mouth,” the orc commanded, and Avshera took the orc’s cock into her mouth and began sucking on the head, as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was so humiliated and ashamed at what she was doing. It had only begun to sink in that she would be subject to this and so many other degradations by the orcs. And that unless she was rescued, she would spend the rest of her life being degraded and abused.

The orc loved the feel of the young elf’s mouth on his cock. He reached forward and grabbed her hair. “If I feel your teeth on my cock, I will whip you until the flesh is torn from your back,” he snarled. Avshera fearfully opened her mouth wider. The orc started violently forcing Avshera’s head down on his cock. Once again, she started gagging and struggling for air as the cock pushed the whole way down her throat. But the orc pulled her head up enough that she could breathe again and Avshera gasped for air. Then back down her head went again, even deeper in her throat than the last time. After what seemed like an eternity, the orc let her head up again so she could take a breath. But then he pushed her head right back down. This continued over and over until he exploded in her mouth and his cock shot a load of cum down her throat.

More orcs had begun to gather. Many of them had already fucked one of the other captives but they were eager to try out the mouths of the young virgins. Avshera and Taenya spent the whole night servicing orc cocks with their mouths.

The next morning, Avshera and Taenya were exhausted. They had been allowed no sleep. In fact, few of the elves had gotten any sleep. If they weren’t being fucked, they were too miserable, scared and sore to fall asleep. The exhausted elf maidens were chained again into the coffle. Slashes of the whip got them moving, in spite of their sheer exhaustion. They headed into the Great Forest.

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Many hundreds of miles away, on the northern edge of the Great Forest, a regiment of over 500 elf warriors from the Kingdom of Argothrond was readying to enter the forest. A larger army was being readied. But this smaller regiment was being sent quickly in hope that they might quickly defeat the goblins and seize the portal. The letter from their missing compatriot, Shanaera, had indicated that there were likely only a couple hundred goblins. They hoped to make quick work of them. And seize the portal before goblins, or heaven forbid orcs, poured into Elevosia.

One of the warriors in the regiment was Delsanra. She was young but had shown herself to be a skilled warrior. And she had a lot to prove. Her late father was a famed elf general. And her older sister, Merethyl, was a lieutenant in the army. In fact, Merethyl was second in command of their regiment.

Delsanra’s close friend Nimue was also part of the regiment. Nimue was a scout and she and other scouts were being sent ahead of the rest of the regiment to locate the goblins.

“Be careful,” Delsanra said to her friend.

Nimue laughed and replied, “No dumb goblins will get the better of me. They won’t even know I am in the forest. If I see them, I will report back and they will never even know I was there. I will be back before you know it.” She tried to offer her best smile. But both Nimue and Delsanra were doing their best to conceal their fear for Nimue’s safety. They both knew what had happened to Shanaera. And Shanaera had been the best scout in Argothrond’s army. Nimue and Delsanra looked around to make sure none of the other warriors were watching and they gave each other a quick hug. And then Nimue was off. After her friend had departed, Delsanra began to sharpen her sword. They would only be a few days behind the scouts. And Delsanra was eager to use her sword to slaughter the vile goblins that had poisoned Elevosia with their presence.

(End of Part 2, to be continued...)

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