The Tale of Xorakk: Part 10 – The Captured Warriors Are Processed as Slaves

Urzkhal looked down into the fuck pit. For the most part, the elves inside the pit had stopped wailing and sobbing. They had stopped begging to be taken out of the pit.  They had been in there over a week now, and their minds were pretty much shattered and broken. Spending time in the fuck pit usually had that effect. They no longer had the strength or will to resist. Most of them probably had few thoughts running through their minds at this point. They were becoming what the orcs saw them as: a mindless series of holes to fuck.

Urzkhal watched as an orc approached an available slave in the pit, a pretty young blonde. Urzkhal remembered her. She had been taken in the farmlands with her mother. Her mother had been killed by Xorakk. Urzkhal had not approved of that. Urzkhal viewed the female elves like most other orcs did: things to be captured and reduced to chattel, whose only purpose was to give orcs pleasure and to serve orcs’ every whim. There was no reason to sympathize with them or care about them. But there was also no need to be wantonly cruel to them. The mother had tried to protect her child. If Xorakk had been patient, that motherly instinct, and all other defiance, would have been erased from the elf maiden. That is what the fuck pit or any other form of breaking slaves did. Slitting her throat had not only been unnecessarily sadistic; it had been a waste of a slave. They could have had three more holes for use in the fuck pit, had it not been for Xorakk’s rash behavior. Urzkhal respected Xorakk’s skills in battle, as both a fighter and a tactician. And he would always outwardly show respect to Xorakk, who was his senior in the military command. But Urzkhal feared that Xorakk’s rashness would undermine their efforts here. He looked forward to Grimnor’s arrival with the bulk of the horde.  Grimnor would be able to keep Xorakk in check.

As the orc stepped up to Avshera, she obediently got on all fours and thrust her ass up, presenting her holes to be fucked. She was practically operating on instinct at this point. Her eyes were glazed over. She barely thought about what she was doing. When an orc wanted to use her, she knew she was expected to present herself to be fucked, or risk being beaten if she hesitated or resisted. So, she presented herself. She would repeat this dozens of times on this day, and the day after, and the day after that, over and over.

As Urzkhal watched the elf mindlessly present herself to be fucked, he knew it was for the best. Life in the fuck pit was brutal and Urzkhal knew the slaves were better off if they were broken down and in a state of shock or stupor. It would make the rest of their lives easier. For however long that was. Humans never lasted that long in a fuck pit. Sometimes only weeks or months, and maybe a few years if the orcs were lucky. But elves had proven themselves way more durable. Urzkhal was curious how long they would last. Back on the other side of the portal, he had seen how quickly the elves recovered and healed in only a couple days’ time if removed from the fuck pit. But these elves would likely never be removed from the fuck pit, at least for as long as the orcs had a camp here. And this camp would likely be here forever, guarding this side of the portal. So Urzkhal wondered how long they would last.  Only time would tell.

As Urzkhal continued peering down into the fuck pit, he heard a commotion around him. Loud cheers. He turned and watched as 10 orcs arrived in the camp with about 50 captured elf maidens in a slave coffle. The orcs would not have had time to raid and bring back any slaves from Olfe Serine. This must have been the survivors of the warriors that had come into the forest, Urzkhal surmised. It seemed the battle had not gone well for the elves, as he had fully expected. And now the orcs would have more holes for the fuck pit.

The orcs took the captives to Urzkhal. “These are what is left of the foolish army that came into the forest looking for goblins,” he announced, confirming what Urzkhal had assumed. “They were unlucky and found orcs instead of goblins. Xorakk asked us to bring them to you so you can decide what to do with them.”

Urzkhal nodded. It was good they had more slaves. They didn’t have nearly enough in the fuck pit and he had gotten word that they needed labor slaves in Aegor as well, to mine iron for weapons. “Bring them,” he said. “We will take them to a slaver to get them processed and assessed.”

The orcs had added slavers to the camp, in anticipation of the new slaves they would be captured. The slaver in charge was Agdug, who would now be working from this side of the portal. The captives were taken to Agdug. The first slave in the coffle was Merethyl. She was unchained from the coffle and presented to Agdug and Urzkhal. Merethyl held her head high and tried to look brave and defiant for her fellow warriors. But her lip trembled. Her whole body trembled. She could not hide her fear.

“This one is an officer in their army,” one of the warrior orcs informed Agdug and Urzkhal.

“Then no assessment needed for this one. She will go to Gnarlug for interrogation,” Agdug replied, and Urzkhal nodded in agreement. “Brand her first of course,” Agdug added, turning to one of his subordinates. That orc took Merethyl. “Let us go!” she screamed. “You have no right to take us! You have no right to do this! You have no right to be in our world.” The orcs laughed, amused as Merethyl continued protesting as she was strapped down onto the branding log. A moment later her protests turned to a tortured scream as the brand was pressed to her thigh and seared her flesh, forever marking her as a slave. Being branded was an effective way of taking a defiant slave down a peg.

As she was pulled from the branding log, sobbing, Agdug stepped over to her. “As you can see, slave, it is you who has no rights. But you will understand just how true that is when you reach Gnarlug’s dungeon. There you will learn in the most brutal of ways that you are completely at the mercy of your owners and that they can do anything they please to you.” He nodded to one of the slavers and the slaver dragged her off.

Delsanra watched as her older sister was dragged off. She wondered if it would be the last time she ever saw her sister. One by one, the elf maiden warriors were branded as slaves. When it was Delsanra’s turn, she tried her hardest to be brave and strong. But when the brand was pressed to her thigh and her flesh was seared, she screamed in agony, just like all the others had. After she was branded, Delsanra was pulled back to the line of captives. It was hard to walk; her leg was in such pain. She stared down in sorrow and shame at the ugly red brand that now marked her thigh.

When the last of the captives were branded, they were led through the camp to the fuck pit. Delsanra stared down in horror into the pit. Inside were elves, all being brutally ravaged by orcs, many by more than one orc at the same time. Many of the captured warriors started trembling and some even began to cry, realizing that this was likely to be their fates. Delsanra fought back her tears and tried to still her trembling lip. She did not want to give the orcs the satisfaction of seeing her cry or seeing her scared.

“Alright slaves, display!” Agdug snapped. The captives quickly got into the display position, which they had been taught to do along their journey to the camp, along with other slave positions. Delsanra did not want to comply. It was humiliating to display her body in such a way, but she had quickly learned that refusing to obey any command earned her a severe lashing with a whip, something she did not wish to experience again. So Delsanra joined the others in standing straight with her legs apart, her chest thrust out, and her hands interlaced behind her head, displaying her body for inspection.

Agdug and Urzkhal stepped up to the first captive, a terrified young blonde elf. 

They began to inspect her. Delsanra hardly paid attention as the pair of orcs examined and inspected her fellow captive warrior. Delsanra was in shock. From seeing her sister taken away, to being branded, to seeing the fuck pit. All of it had had put her in a state of shock, and she was lost in her own nightmarish thoughts, hardly noticing what was happening around her.

After a few minutes of inspection, Agdug and Urzkhal conferred, and then Agdug grabbed the elf by the hair and dragged her over to the edge of fuck pit. She wailed as she was thrown in. The elf was caught by an orc down in the pit. In a frenzy, the orcs were upon her. She screamed as they pushed her to the ground and began ravaging her. Her wails were only cut off when an orc shoved his cock into her mouth and down her throat.

Agdug and Urzkhal moved to the next elf in line. Still, hardly any of it registered for Delsanra, not even when the second elf was tossed into the fuck pit. The orcs continued moving down the line. Most of the elf maidens were tossed into the fuck pit but a very small handful were pulled aside.

And then Agdug and Urzkhal reached Delsanra. As the stood over her, their hands snaked out and began to wander over her flesh. Agdug groped her breasts, lifting them to check their weight, and squeezing them to check their firmness. His fingers brushed over her nipples, to taste how they reacted, and then he pinched them. “Nice tits, above average in size, and nipples react quickly, so she has slave heat,” Agdug remarked, making Delsanra’s cheeks redden. She was repulsed by the orcs’ touch and she did not consider herself to have ‘slave heat’ even if her body automatically reacted in certain ways when touched or teased by the orcs.

Agdug grabbed Delsanra by her hair and spun her around and began squeezing her ass cheeks. “Bend over slut,” he sternly commanded and without waiting for her to comply, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed, bending her over at the waist. Agdug and Urzkhal began squeezing her ass cheeks more. “Nice ass too,” Urzkhal observed. He slapped her rear a few times, observing how her ass jiggled and the flesh reddened.

Agdug ordered Delsanra to part her thighs a little wider so they got a better view of her cunt. Then he reached down and spread her ass cheeks to get an even better view of her asshole. After both orcs had both visually examined her orifices, Agdug pulled Delsanra by her hair so she was standing straight again and spun her around so that she was facing them. He pried open her mouth to check her teeth.

After viewing Delsanra’s mouth, it was time for a more intimate examination of her other holes. Agdug slid his hand between Delsanra’s legs, and started to rub her slit, judging her reaction and how much she squirmed when his hand came in contact with her sex. Delsanra closed her eyes, her cheeks reddening even more in humiliation as the orc continued rubbing her sex. His thumb eventually found her clit and he rubbed it in circles, pulling his hand away after a minute to see how much it had grown swollen. He nodded, pleased to see that it had. Then his hand was back on her cunt and he pushed a couple fingers inside her, testing how slick and aroused her cunt had become. “She is wet, and her cunt is tight,” Agdug remarked to Urzkhal and then he turned back to Delsanra. “Squeeze down with your cunt on my fingers slut,” he ordered.

Humiliated, Delsanra clenched down on his fingers with her pelvic muscles. “Yes, a nice, tight cunt,” Agdug said. He removed his fingers from Delsanra’s cunt and raised them to her lips. “Suck them clean,” he ordered. Delsanra hesitated but then reluctantly took his fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean, tasting her sex juices and almost gagging at the thought of what she was doing.

When his fingers were sucked clean, Agdug pulled them from her mouth and grabbed her hair and spun her around and bent her over again. “Spread her cheeks,” he said to Urzkhal, who reached down and parted her ass cheeks. A second later, Delsanra felt Agdug’s finger pushing against her asshole, and she grunted in discomfort as he began to force it inside her ass. “Ass is tight too,” he observed. He pulled his finger from her ass and yanked her up and spun her around again. He once again pushed his finger to her lip. “Suck it clean,” he ordered.

The orc had reached Delsanra’s limit. She kept her mouth closed, refusing to put a finger that it had just been in her ass in her mouth. Agdug scowled. He suddenly took his other hand and jabbed two fingers hard into her fresh brand. Delsanra howled in pain and fell to her knees. Agdug hauled her back up onto her feet. “You obey commands, slut or you will feel pain worse than that,” he snarled. Reluctantly, Delsanra opened her mouth and Agdug pushed his finger past her lips. Delsanra reluctantly sucked and licked his finger clean.

Delsanra had been thoroughly humiliated but the inspection was not over. “Flex your arms,” he ordered and Delsanra flexed her muscles. Both Agdug and Urzkhal felt her biceps. Then they reached down and felt the muscles in her legs. “She appears above average in strength,” Urzkhal said and Agdug nodded in agreement.

“As enjoyable as her cunt and ass would be to fuck in the pit, she is strong enough that I think she should be sent to the labor camp,” Agdug said.

“I agree,” Urzkhal replied. Agdug reached again for Delsanra’s hair and dragged her over to the small group of elves that had been grouped together rather than tossed in the pit. And then he and Urzkhal move down the line to inspect the next captured elf. Delsanra and the other elves in the small group eyed each other nervously, wondering what a labor camp would be like and if it would be better or worse than the fuck pit. One thing was very clear. Slavery to the orcs would be brutal.

When Urzkhal and Agdug were done inspecting all of the captives, fifteen of the elf maiden warriors had been selected for the labor camp. The rest had been tossed into the fuck pit. Delsanra and the fourteen elves selected for the labor camp had their wrists and throats locked into slave yokes. The slave yokes were chained together into a coffle.

“Alright sluts, let’s get you to Aegor so we can get you working,” Agdug announced and he led the slave coffle to the portal and handed them off to a pair of goblins. The goblins slashed at the coffle with whips, driving them forward and through the portal. They had begun their long journey to the slave mines where they would serve the orcs by mining for iron.

Urzkhal stared down into the fuck pit. They had just increased the number of slaves in it from a couple dozen to almost five dozen. Which was more than enough. He beckoned over an orc. “Send a message to Xorakk via one of our messenger hawks. We have plenty of slaves for now and once he takes Olfe Serine, we will have more than enough for all of the orcs we currently have here in Elevosia. We won’t need more in a fuck pit until Grimnor arrives, and then we will be at full strength to start sacking their cities.” The orc nodded and went off to have the message written so it could be tied to one of the messenger hawks that the orcs’ trained to fly the message quickly to Xorakk. Urzkhal departed, planning to review the defenses of their war camp.

Down in the fuck pit, Avshera grunted as an orc pounded her from behind, his cock thrusting in and out of her ass. The small grunts Avshera made were soon drowned out by cries and wails. For once an orc was not fucking her mouth and so she could see around her in the pit. All around her, the new fuck pit slaves were receiving a rough introduction to life in the pit. All of them were being roughly used by orc after orc. Avshera was glad there were more slaves down here. It would divide the labor and perhaps she would get more sleep and not wake up so sore now. Her thoughts were interrupted when an orc positioned in front of her. She obediently parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking away as the pounded her throat.

(End of Part 10, to be continued...)

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