The Tale of Xorakk: Part 11 – The Rape and Pillage of Olfe Serine

It was the next morning after the orcs had taken Olfe Serine. The celebratory rape and pillage of the village was still going full swing. Many of the slaves had been put to work. The elf maidens were not the only thing of value to take from the village, so many of the new slaves were being made to gather coin, tools, weapons, food supplies, livestock, anything that could be useful for the horde was collected. The slaves would eventually be used to carry the loot back to the orc’s war camp at the portal. While some of the slaves were gathering valuables, others were still being used for pleasure by the orc warriors. Such was the fate of Tiriana and Ghilanna. Their red hair made them popular slaves for the orcs to fuck. The two elves had been fucked non-stop since their capture the prior day, even through the night. All of the slaves would have to get used to such hard use by their orc masters. When they arrived back at the war camp in the Great Forest, they would end up in the fuck pit.

An orc had just finished with Tiriana, and she was kneeling on the ground, trying to catch her breath and calm her nerves. She glanced over at her mother who was being roughly spit-roasted by two orcs. Ghilanna was bouncing back and forth in between the two orcs as they pounded her from each end.

Tiriana quickly looked away. She could not watch her mother being abused and degraded in such a way. But as she looked elsewhere, she saw other scenes just as horrible. Many of the slaves who had been put to work were being made to go through the mutilated carcasses of the male elves of the village. These dead elves were their family members, friends, and neighbors, and Tiriana could only imagine how terrible it must have been to have to search the bodies. The slaves were made to go through and grab any coins or other items of value the dead elves might have in their pockets, and grab any weapons they had dropped. After the bodies were searched for anything of value, the slaves were forced to drag the bodies from the village and throw them in a pile outside. The orcs didn’t want to have to smell the bodies as they began to rot.

Other slaves had a relatively easier task. They were being made to go from home to home and gather anything of value or that was useful for the orcs. The task itself may have not been too difficult, but the orcs drove the slaves with whips to make them work at a feverish pace. Tiriana watched as an orc slashed his whip into the rear end of an elf that had been her friend, Nushala. Nushala howled and dropped the metal bowls she was carrying, which caused the orc to whip her even more savagely. Nushala curled into a ball and tried to shield herself as the whip rained down on her. Tiriana quickly looked away, unable to watch her friend being lashed. She saw another elf sobbing as she was forced to drag away the body of a dead elf. As small as the village was, it was almost certain that the elf maiden had known the elf whose body she was dragging. Tiriana hoped that they had not been close. She closed her eyes. There was nowhere to look that was not a nightmarish scene. But while she could close her eyes, there was nothing she could do to filter out the sounds of her mother being ravaged by the pair of orcs and the cries of Nushala as the whip slashed at her.

The sound of footsteps drawing near caused Tiriana to open her eyes. As Xorakk strolled through the street, the youthful look and red hair of Tiriana caught his eye. He turned to head in her direction. Vorranna followed behind on a leash, limping. Xorakk had required the human slave to wear the dreaded crotch rope again, leaving her sex chafed raw. As Tiriana saw Xorakk approach, she quickly averted her gaze to the ground, hoping not to make eye contact and catch the orc general’s attention. But it was too late. He stopped in front Tiriana and looked down at the trembling elf. Vorranna quickly knelt down behind him.

Tiriana had been taught how to kneel as a slave, and Xorakk stared between her parted thighs at her swollen sex, which was leaking rivulets of cum. He decided he would use her mouth instead. Xorakk pulled his cock out from his pants and pointed to it. “Use your mouth slave,” he sternly commanded. Tiriana stared at it fearfully, her lip trembling.

“If I have to repeat myself again, I will have the flesh whipped off your back,” Xorakk growled. Tiriana did not wish to feel the whip again. She quickly leaned in and took his cock into her mouth and began to lick and suck it. As she serviced Xorakk with her mouth, a couple of orcs, Xorakk’s lieutenants, approached. With them was a goblin.

“You asked for us, General?” the first orc asked.

Xorakk looked up from Tiriana’s bobbing head and nodded. “I want to start planning the attack on Salelenor,” he said. “What do we know about its defenses?”

The goblin spoke up. “It is not a big city by elf standards, but still substantially bigger than this village. Population of around 4- to 5,000. Like this village, it is part of the kingdom of Argothrond. They have warriors stationed in the city; about 200 by our count. Of course, only the oldest of elves in this world have known war. They have been peaceful for centuries. So hardly any have combat experience. Their warriors will not pose any problem. The biggest issue is that the city is walled. Wood though, not stone. Something we will have to deal with but not a major problem.”

Xorakk grunted as Tiriana continued sucking his cock and nodded in response to the goblin. “Yes, that should not pose too much of a problem. You have goblins that have infiltrated right?” The goblin nodded. “Good,” Xorakk replied. “When we leave this village with everything of value, I am going to send a small number of our forces to escort the new slaves back to our camp in the Great Forest. That will leave me with about 700 orcs to take Salelenor.”

One of Xorakk’s lieutenants spoke up. “We received a written communication from Urzkhal. He said if we got enough slaves here for the fuck pit that we might consider returning with all our forces. He says he expects reinforcements soon and we can attack Salelenor with a greater force.”

Xorakk rolled his eyes. “No one would ever accuse Urzkhal of having too much ambition. We do not need reinforcements to take on these elves. We have soundly defeated them both times we have engaged their warriors. I am not marching our troops all the way back to the portal to wait around for Grimnor to show up and take all the glory. This city Salelenor is not too far and once we take it, we will get a couple thousand new slaves, maybe even more.” Xorakk glanced down again at Tiriana working his cock. “Does the leader of that city have wives and daughters?”

The goblin smiled and shook his head. “No because, oddly, this city is actually governed by an elf cunt. They call her a ‘governess,’” he replied.

Xorakk nodded, and eagerly responded, “I shall enjoy making that one my slave, if she is pretty enough and her cunt is enjoyable enough.” Xorakk particularly enjoyed defiling the daughters and wives of the leaders of conquered enemies. But if the elves had female leaders, it would be just as fun, if not more fun, to defile them. He turned to his lieutenants. “Tell our troops to wrap up their raping and pillaging here. We will start marching for Salelenor tomorrow morning.” The orc lieutenants and the goblin nodded and then they departed. Xorakk grabbed the back of Tiriana’s head and groaned as he climaxed, dumping his seed into her mouth and forcing her to swallow it quickly.

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When he was done cumming, he pushed her away. “You are not very good at sucking cock, slave” he growled. He called over to a group of orcs that were milling about. “Warriors, take this one and train her to suck cock. Have her suck at least 25 cocks and give her ten lashings for each time she is unsatisfactory.” The orcs eagerly stepped over to grab Tiriana and drag her off to begin her training.

Xorakk glanced over at Ghilanna. The pair of orcs that had been fucking her were wrapping up. After they came inside her mouth and cunt, they strolled off, leaving Ghilanna in a cum-soaked pile. She looked up, and when she did not see Tiriana, her eyes flashed with panic. Seeing Ghilanna’s red hair, Xorakk made the connection. “Slave, was that younger redheaded slave here your daughter?” he asked.

“Yes,” Ghilanna whimpered. She did not bother trying to plead for her daughter’s freedom. Every time she had tried, it had earned both Tiriana and her harsh lashings.

“That is ‘Yes, Master,’” Xorakk corrected her sternly. “Slaves will always address orcs and goblins as ‘Master.’”

“Yes, Master,” Ghilanna whimpered.

“Your daughter has much to learn at sucking cock. So, she is being trained to improve her skills. I am guessing she did not suck much cock before we arrived?” he asked.

Ghilanna’s lip trembled and she dropped her head, as tears began to slide down her cheeks. She did not respond.

“I asked you a question, slave,” Xorakk snapped.

Fighting back more tears, Ghilanna whimpered, “No, Master, she had not.”

“I bet she hadn’t felt any cock in her cunt or ass either?” he asked, in a cruel and mocking tone.

Ghilanna started to cry. “No, Master,” she sobbed.

“Well how many cocks has she had in her cunt and ass since we arrived?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Master,” Ghilanna cried.

“Well then guess, slut!” Xorakk snarled.

“Perhaps a couple dozen,” Ghilanna replied, sobbing harder.

As Xorakk continued cruelly tormenting Ghilanna about her daughter, Vorranna knelt behind him and felt her cheeks burning hot. She lowered her head more, afraid he might glance back and see her anger, which would earn her punishment. Vorranna despised all orcs but she despised Xorakk above all. All orcs were harsh and brutal but Xorakk stood out for his cruelty and sadism. He was tormenting this poor elf about her daughter simply because he found pleasure in making her suffer.

After Xorakk tired of tormenting Ghilanna with cruel questions, he decided he would sample this elf as well. To add to her suffering, he put her on her knees and bent forward with her ass and cunt presented for use, and with her wrists bound above her head and secured to a post. Bound in this position, her arms were painfully wrenched up and it put strain on her shoulders. Especially when Xorakk would start pounding her from behind. He circled behind Ghilanna and stared at the cum still pouring from her pussy and ass and down her thighs. Orcs were not finnicky and generally did not care about fucking a slave that had other orcs’ cum in them. But this presented another opportunity for Xorakk to torment and abuse a slave. “Slave, crawl over here!” he snapped at Vorranna.

Vorranna looked up fearfully and then reluctantly crawled over, trembling as she did. Any time Xorakk had his attention on her, she was terrified. Xorakk pointed to Ghilanna. “Lick and suck up all the cum in her cunt and ass. I want her clean before I fuck her,” he commanded.

“Yes Master,” Vorranna whimpered, and she pushed her face between Ghilanna’s ass cheeks from behind and began to slurp up the cum in her orifices. It was a disgusting task and Vorranna felt like she was going to retch as she pushed her tongue into the elf’s pussy and then her ass, lapping and sucking up the cum. But she fought the urge to throw up, or even show disgust on her face, not wanting to earn punishment from Xorakk.

After Vorranna had licked up all the cum, she pulled her head away. Xorakk kicked at her, to get her to move away. He crouched down to inspect the elf’s orifices, not finding any evidence of cum. Xorakk had hoped he might find some, to give him an excuse to punish Vorranna. But he decided he would come up with some other pretext later.

Xorakk raised his hand and then laid a hard slap on Ghilanna’s ass. “Which should I sample today, your cunt or your ass?” he posited to the elf. When Ghilanna did not respond again, Xorakk smacked her ass harder, causing her to cry out. “Pick, slut! Your cunt or your ass.”

“M… my cunt, Master,” Ghilanna stammered in between her sobs, her cheeks growing redder. Both orifices were swollen and raw but she knew her ass was more tender and abused than her vagina.

“Good choice,” Xorakk remarked and he grabbed her hips and positioned his cock at her sex. With a hard thrust he drove his cock inside her cunt and then he began thrusting away at a frenzied pace, making animalistic growls and grunts as he slammed into the helpless elf.

Ghilanna was too exhausted and too broken to even react as the orc brutally pounded her. Unfortunately for Ghilanna, it took Xorakk a while to cum as he had just climaxed in Tiriana’s mouth. But eventually he groaned and filled Ghilanna battered cunt with his seed.

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Xorakk pulled out of her and ordered Vorranna to lick his cock clean, which she quickly did. Xorakk pulled up his pants and grabbed his whip. He was going to whip the ass and back of Ghilanna for more sadistic pleasure. But before he could raise the whip, he saw a pair of orcs approaching with a captive elf. Their arrival spared Ghilanna more torment for the moment. He furled the whip up again and met the orcs. “Another escapee from the village?” he asked.

Kramakh shoved Yalanue towards Xorakk. “No, this one is not from here, General. We captured her on the road near Salelenor,” Uragthmuk said. “But this one has something special about her.” He opened up Ailmar’s pack and withdrew one of the vials, which he showed to Xorakk. “This elf cunt was travelling with a male elf, who was carrying these. He called them ‘breeding potion’ and if an elf cunt takes them, she becomes super fertile and gets pregnant easily if a male elf fucks her. We gave this cunt here some of the potion and bred her with the male a few times. Before we killed him, he told us she was almost guaranteed to be pregnant.”

Xorakk looked Yalanue up and down. “How long before she spits out her litter?” he asked.

“The male elf said she would have her litter about 6 months after insemination,” replied. “And apparently elves usually have small litters, normally only one baby at a time. But if they take this potion, they can often have two or three or even more at once. So, in 6 months times, there is a good chance you will have some new slaves, if the litter has any females. And some tender meat for the slave gruel if any are male.” Yalanue dropped her head and cried softly as the orcs casually talked about enslaving or killing her babies.

“We have 49 more doses of the stuff. If you have any males here, we can breed some more of the female slaves,” Kramakh added.

Xorakk had a big grin on his face as he contemplated this method of adding slaves. “No males here; we killed them all. But we are about to take Salelenor. We will take this potion there and breed some more elves. We will deliver that one and the new ones we breed to the goblins and tell them to supervise a breeding camp. You did good work, orcs. Enjoy some of the slaves here for the day before we ship them out tomorrow, and head for Salelenor. This one has nice warm, tight holes.” He gestured toward Ghilanna, and then he departed. He had to plan the attack on Salelenor.

Kramakh eagerly positioned behind Ghilanna and began to push his cock into her ass, causing her to grunt and whimper.

Uragthmuk squeezed Yalanue’s tit. “I wonder how long before you start producing milk. Goblins love human milk. I am sure they will love elf milk as well. They will enjoy having you cattle in a breeding camp.”

He pushed Yalanue onto her hands and knees beside Ghilanna and positioned behind her. Soon Uragthmuk and Kramakh were grunting loudly as they used the pair of slaves. Both the mother and the expecting mother struggled to cope with their own suffering and their fear for their children’s fates.

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In Salelenor, Jeardra was walking from her home to her merchant shop when she saw her physician, Yumanea. Jeardra started to approach her but then noticed that Yumanea was having what seemed liked a serious conversation with Salelenor’s governess, Essaerae, and the captain of the warriors stationed in Salelenor, Virion. Jeardra caught only caught a sliver of the conversation. Something about a missing warrior and physician’s apprentice. Jeardra could tell it was a serious conversation and she detected that Yumanea looked worried. Jeardra decided now was not the time to converse with Yumanea and so she turned and continued on her way to the merchant shop.

(End of Part 11, to be continued...)

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