The Tale of Xorakk: Part 4 – Salelenor

Vorranna struggled to carry the barrel of water as she lugged it back from the river to the camp. That was the task she and a handful of other slaves had been assigned for the day. Vorranna had spent all day lugging water from the river to the camp and she was exhausted. Her legs and arms ached. Her back was throbbing. All of the slave girls on the task were similarly sore an exhausted. A few had collapsed and were dragged off. Vorranna assumed the worst for them, and the fear of facing their same fate and being killed had kept her going despite her exhaustion and sore muscles. But Vorranna had a unique torment that the other slave girls were not suffering. Even worse than the muscle soreness and back pain, was the burn she felt between her legs as the crotch rope buried in her crotch sawed between her pussy lips and dug deeply into her sex. She fought back tears. Every step caused the rope to rub against and dig into the increasingly raw flesh of her pussy. Her back was also freshly whipped and her sweat stung as it seeped into the open cuts all over her back where the whip had cut into her. But the pain from the whipping was not as bad as the pain between her legs from the crotch rope.

The crotch rope painfully digging deep into her sex was a punishment. While the slaves were toiling, Xorakk had observed them, and his focus was on Vorranna. He had grown quite fond of tormenting her in particular. As he watched her struggling to carry a barrel full of water, he had remarked that Vorranna was not much better at carrying water than she was at keeping princesses from burning alive. The remark had cut deep. Vorranna was ashamed she had been unable to protect Princess Esarina from the invading orcs. Of course, the entire kingdom had been overrun. All women in it had been reduced to slaves. No one had succeeded in protecting the women of the kingdom. But that was little consolation for Vorranna, who had sworn an oath before the king to protect his daughter. Vorranna had no children of her own and Esarina had been like a daughter to her. And Princess Esarina had been captured by the orcs, brutally violated over and over, and then suffered an imaginably painful and barbaric death as she was burned alive. Vorranna knew that objectively she should not blame herself. But Vorranna could not look at it objectively. And she felt deeply ashamed that the princess had been captured, enslaved, and killed on her watch. So when Xorakk had made another cruel joke, Vorranna’s eyes flashed with anger. Xorakk had seen it and he decided to punish her for it. She had received 20 hard lashes from the whip. And now she had to continue her backbreaking labor with a crotch rope cutting deep into her pussy, making every step or movement torture.

As the day wore on, all of the slaves grew more and more exhausted. In front of her, another slave girl collapsed, dropping her barrel. Water spilled everywhere. She tried to get up but she was unable to. Her muscles were too sore, her body too broken and exhausted. An orc raced over and began whipping her savagely. The slave sobbed and curled into a ball trying to shield her body as the whip thrashed her. “Get up you lazy cunt! Get back to work!” the orc yelled. The girl tired to climb back onto her feet but she fell again. She was just too exhausted and her muscles were too overworked. The orc grabbed her by the hair and began to drag her off. She wailed, crying that she just needed to rest and begging that her life be spared. The orc ignored her pleas and soon she was beyond the tree line and out of Vorranna’s sight. But Vorranna could still hear her pleas in the distance. Then there was a scream and then suddenly the noise was cut short and there was only silence. The slave had been killed. Her eyes tearing up, Vorranna ignored her throbbing back and the deep burn between her legs and trudged on with the barrel. The other slaves similarly increased their effort. They did not want to end up like that other slave.

Things had gotten much worse for the human slaves since the portal had been taken by the orcs. Orcs had always been harsh and brutal to their slaves. But slaves were not an unlimited resource. And especially as the human population began decreasing in Aegor, as so many were killed or enslaved by the orcs, the orcs realized they could not be too wasteful with their slaves. Slaves were used harshly but the orcs had an interest in keeping them alive for as long as possible. But now the orcs had an entire new world to enslave. And that world was filled with elves, who were much more durable, could heal quickly, and lived for centuries. Suddenly, human slave girls were very expendable. It allowed the orcs to use their human slaves even harder. And it allowed the orcs to be crueler. Since being sent to the war camp in Elevosia, Vorranna had quickly learned that Xorakk was even crueler than most. He did not just work them hard to get the work done. He derived a sadistic pleasure from it. Vorranna and the other human slave girls were being worked to death, and this was mere entertainment for Xorakk.

Vorranna made it back to camp with the barrel. Inside the camp, more slaves were working other tasks, getting the war camp set up for the orcs or being fucked by the orc warriors in the camp. As Vorranna made her way through the camp to drop off the water, her back was spasming. Her pussy had been rubbed raw by the rough hemp of the rope. Her arms and legs were jelly. She started to wonder if perhaps death might be preferable than this. Vorranna set down the filled the barrel and then grabbed an empty one, prepared to take it to the river to fill it. But then a voice called out. “Slut come over here!”

Vorranna turned. It had been Xorakk’s voice and he was looking right at her. “Yes, Master,” she replied, fear in her voice. She set down the barrel and hurried over, or at least as fast as she could with her sore muscles and the rope sawing into her pussy. She knelt at his feet. Xorakk pulled his dagger from his belt and Vorranna started to tremble. She had wondered a moment ago whether death might be better than the cruel slavery she was facing. But now facing the dagger, she knew the answer, and she did not want to die. But as Xorakk bent down he did not draw the blade across her throat. He instead cut away the rope around her waist that held the crotch rope between her legs and the rope all fell away. Vorranna started down at her sex. It was chafed red and bleeding. She knew that the next time an orc fucked her, it would be excruciatingly painful. But she was glad the rope was finally gone. “Come slut, I have a meeting with the goblins and I want my cock sucked while I meet.” He rose and turned to walk off. Vorranna rose to follow. She hated the taste of orc cock but at least she would get a break from the backbreaking labor. And at least she would get to use her mouth rather than her raw, chafed pussy.

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Avshera clamped her eyes shut as she trembled. She was on all fours with her ass thrust up in the air. Night had fallen and it was time once again for the orcs to use their new slaves. Meaning that Avshera was due for another ass-fucking. She knew it would be another long night of having her ass and mouth fucked. This was now her sixth night of being subjected to being sodomized by the orcs. As each night passed, it still hurt though the pain had diminished each day, as her ass grew more and more accustomed to being stretched and reamed by orc cock. But the humiliation had not diminished at all. Nor had her abject despair. How could it be possible that she was a slave to orcs? That they could defile and abuse he body however they pleased? When would this nightmare end?

Avshera sensed the orc settling behind her. A second later, she felt his cock sliding between her ass cheeks and brushing against her anus. He began to push it inside her, and Avshera grunted as her anus was painfully stretched. The orc did not ease into it. He began thrusting away hard. It hurt but not as much as the night prior. And she knew the next night would hurt even less. She also knew that every day, they drew closer to their destination, wherever that was. And there her final orifice would be violated and the last shred of her innocence torn away by the orc general that had reserved the right to deflower her.

With her eyes closed, Avshera did not notice the other orc crouch down in front of her. But her eyes flew open when he grabbed her head and she felt his cock pressed to her lips. Avshera knew better than to refuse and she parted her lips, letting the cock push into her mouth. The orc held her head and began driving his cock in and out of her throat. Avshera only gagged a little. Her mouth and throat were yet another hole that was getting used to being fucked. But now she was experiencing a new degradation as orcs fucked her mouth and ass at the same time.

And that was not the only humiliation she was suffering. Because on her hands and knees beside Avshera was Avshera’s mother. And Magrana was also being fucked from both ends, with an orc fucking her mouth and another pounding her cunt. Tears were pouring down Magrana’s cheeks. It was no from being fucked herself but because she was watching her daughter being ravaged by these vile orcs. And it was just as tumultuous for Avshera. To see her mother reduced and degraded was every bit as traumatic. Her mother had always been her protector. And now they were both slaves, completely helpless to whatever violations their owners wanted to inflict on them. It was a vile abuse that no mother or daughter should ever have to experience. But experience it they would, for they no longer had control over their own destiny. They no longer had any autonomy over their own bodies. They were slaves now. The orcs did not care that they were mother and daughter. To the orcs, they were a series of holes for them to fuck. And fucking a mother and daughter in front of each other only helped to further breaking them and conditioning them to their new lives as slaves.

The orcs pounded Avshera from each end for several minutes before the orc behind her drove his cock fully into her ass and groaned. His cock exploded inside her ass, filling her bowels with cum. The orc continued thrusting away until he stopped cumming. The other orc continued to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, eager to cum as well. After another minute, she felt his cock twitch and then her mouth was filled with his seed. She swallowed quickly, taking it all down her throat. After both orcs had cum, they pulled out of her. The orcs fucking Magrana climaxed and dumped their cum inside her shortly after.

But the orcs were not done humiliating and abusing Avshera and Magrana. The orc that had fucked Avshera’s ass stepped over to Magrana and pointed to his softening cock. “Suck it clean,” he commanded. Magrana’s cheeks reddened in shame but she did not hesitate. She did not want to risk earning punishment for her daughter by her disobedience. She quickly took the cock in her mouth and began licking and sucking away.

The orc that had fucked Magrana’s cunt stepped up to Avshera. “Your turn, slut,” he commanded, pointing to his cock. Avshera closed her eyes, her lip trembling. But she only hesitated for a brief moment. She opened her eyes and leaned in, taking the cock in her mouth, and began to suck it clean. It was not the first time at all that she had sucked a cock that had been forced into another elf’s orifice or even her own ass. The orcs were always eager to tell her which hole their cock had just been. It was to the point that she could tell from the taste of a cock whether it had been in an elf’s pussy or ass, or if it was just orc sweat that coated it when she put it in her mouth. But this time it was so much worse. The cock had not just been in an elf’s vagina. It had been in her own mother’s. Avshera had to fight the urge to retch up the slave gruel and orc cum in her belly as she sucked the cock clean.

When both orc cocks were clean, the orcs took Magrana and Avshera and chained them up with the rest of the slaves to sleep for the rest of the night. It was the first time they had been chained next each other For the first time in over week, Magrana was able to hold her daughter and attempt and comfort her. But there was little Magrana could do console Avshera. Every passing day, Avshera was stripped of more of her dignity and of any hope that she would ever escape this hell. She no longer dreamed of her old life or of any future of freedom and happiness. She was starting to accept that her life would forever be one of bondage and subjugation. What comfort could a mother offer in the face of all that? Every day, they were subjected to more abuse and degradation and they sunk further into slavery.  Stripped of their identities, they became less and less mother and daughter and more just simple slave sisters. The slave sisters tried to sleep for a few hours before they would be coffled and marched again.

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Jeardra moaned loudly, quivering in ecstasy as her husband Erlathan thrust into her on their bed. Her husband started to quicken his pace and Jeardra gasped and arched her back, digging her nails into his back as she pulled him in against her, enjoying the feel of his body pressed against hers. As Erlathan continued thrusting into her deeply, Jeardra was soon on the verge of climax, and then she exploded, crying out in ecstasy as the orgasm shook her body. As her pussy clenched around Erlathan’s manhood, he groaned in pleasure and pumped a few more times before she felt his cock pulsing and his seed fill her womb.

Husband and wife collapsed on each other, catching their breaths, as they embraced. The two elves were newly-married, having only exchanged their vows a few months prior. They lived in the small city of Salelenor, in the Kingdom of Argothrond. They were both merchants, from wealthy families, but their marriage had not been a political one to merge two families, as was often the case amongst wealthy elven families. Jeardra and Erlathan were lifelong friends, and in the past couple of years their friendship had blossomed into a deep and intimate love.

“Perhaps this was the lucky night and our first child is on the way,” Erlathan remarked as he held his wife.

Jeardra smiled brightly. “No, that is not possible.” She paused for dramatic effect, and then beamed as she delivered the news. “Because I am already pregnant. I found out from the physician this morning.”

Erlathan yelled out in excitement at the news and embraced his wife tighter. They embraced for several minutes before Erlathan spoke again. “I cannot wait to meet my son.”

“Daughter,” Jeardra corrected him, in a joking tone.

“I guess we shall see,” Erlathan replied, smiling. “You should have taken breeding potion, and then we could have had both,” he teased.

“Or several of each,” Jeardra replied laughing. “And I think we better start with one and ease into this whole parent thing.” Erlathan had only been joking. Jeardra and Erlathan had decided that Jeardra would not take breeding potion. Breeding potion made it much easier for elf maidens to get pregnant. But it also meant that they frequently had twins or triplets, or even quadruplets. Jeardra and Erlathan had declined breeding potion and they had lucked out without it. As they lay in bed, Jeardra and Erlathan spoke for a couple hours of their future and their new family before they finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Erlathan woke first and he climbed out of bed. This woke Jeardra and she reached out to grip his hand. “Take off today. Your apprentice can run your shop.”

Erlathan shook his head. “Those warriors that passed through the city cleaned us out of goods; I need to order almost everything to replenish our stocks.”

Jeardra laughed. “I cannot imagine why 500 warriors were travelling to the Great Forest. What are they fighting, some ornery deer?”

Erlathan shrugged. “All I know is they cleaned out my store.” He reluctantly released his wife’s hand and went to bathe.

Jeardra rolled over to try and get a little more sleep. Her life could not be happier than it was right now. To think she had almost moved from Salelenor to travel to the capitol city of Kaalhone. She was lucky she had not and that her romance with Erlathan had blossomed. She could think of nothing better than to spend the rest of her life with him and to rear their children here.

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Vorranna sucked the cock of the next orc as she pumped another orc’s cock with her hand. She was covered in orc and goblin cum. Xorakk was meeting with his officers and a handful of goblins, and after Vorranna had sucked him off, he had ordered her to service all the other goblins and orcs in the meeting. She was humiliated but glad that she had gotten a break from carrying the water all day. The orc cock in her mouth started spurting and the orc pulled her mouth of it so that his cum spurted all over her face, adding to the copious amounts of cum that already covered it.

When he was done cumming, she took the cock that she had been jerking off and wrapped her lips around that one. She had almost finished serving all of the orcs and goblins at the meeting but she assumed many of them would want a second go at her mouth.

Vorranna was not paying attention to the orcs’ and goblins’ discussion, as she was focused on her own task. But around her, the orcs and goblins were discussing plans for invasion. The goblin leader Vagrat had a map and she was showing it to the others. He pointed o a point on it, just north of the Great Forest.  “This is Olfe Serine. We grabbed a few elf cunts from there easily. It is a small village so only so many elf cunts to take, but it has almost no defenses. It will be easy to take.”

Vagrat pointed to a point just northeast of Olfe Serine, also close to the Great Forest. “This is another good bet. It is a city called Salelenor. Small as far as elven cities go but much bigger than the village. It is a walled city so it will take a little more effort but they do not have many warriors or defenders. Should still be easy pickings.”

Xorakk listened and eagerly nodded. “Good. Thank you Vagrat. We will depart for Olfe Serine in a few days. And then we will hit Salelenor. I cannot wait to have a coffle of elf cunts to take back here.”

(End of Part 4, to be continued...)

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