The Tale of Xorakk: Part 12 – The Mayor’s Daughter

“We have a newly captured slut! She escaped the village but we caught her in the forest!” an orc yelled, as he and another orc made their way into Olfe Serine from the Great Forest. They were leading a young, blonde elf into the village. It was Naesala. She had tried to flee further into the forest after Tiriana was captured, but eventually an orc patrol had run into her. They had quickly stripped and bound her, to take her back to join the other new slaves from Olfe Serine.

“Let me go!” Naesala cried as she was dragged by a rope leash. One of the orcs slapped her hard on the ass, both to hurry her along and to shut her up.

The orcs took her straight to Xorakk. He eyed the pretty young elf up and down and hungrily licked his lips. “What do we have here?” he asked.

“We found her in the forest,” one of the orcs replied. “But she told us something that might interest you, General. She is the daughter of the male elf who led this village. So, we didn’t fuck her; we figured you might want the first go at her.” That news did indeed pique Xorakk’s interest. He loved to defile and break the daughters and wives of defeated leaders. “Oh? You are royalty, elf?” he asked Naesala.

Naesala shook her head. “No, I am not royalty; my father is the mayor of the village. Please let me see him; he will pay a ransom for my freedom!”

Xorakk and the other two orcs laughed. “You sound close enough to royalty to me.  Your father cannot pay me because your father is dead. And we already have all of the gold and other valuables from the city,” Xorakk replied. “The only thing you have to offer us is your holes to fuck and your complete and absolute obedience and submission, slave. But you will understand that very shortly.” He took Naesala’s leash and began to drag her off. As Naesala was forced to follow along, she began sobbing, both from the confirmation of her father’s fate and the realization of what was to happen to her.

Xorakk took her to the town square, where there was a gathering of orcs fucking captured slaves from the village. “Orcs!” Xorakk bellowed. “We have here the daughter of the leader of this here village!” He dropped Naesala’s leash and grabbed her by the hair, shoving her in front of him to display her to his warriors. “As we ready to depart this sacked village, let us symbolize its destruction by making this princess truly understand her new life as a slave.”

Naesala was not an actual princess but that did not matter to Xorakk. A mayor’s daughter would do. He dragged her to the center of the town square where a whipping station had been set up, two wooden posts driven into the ground side by side. Naesala was placed between the posts and rope that was secured to each post was used to bind her wrists so that her arms were held out at her sides. Her ankles were tied so that she stood between the two posts, her arms helplessly pulled up at her side and her legs parted. She was completely vulnerable and exposed to be whipped. Xorakk stood in front of Naesala so that she could see his whip as he pulled it from his belt and unfurled it. Seeing it, Naesala began to cry again. She had feared she was going to be ravaged by the orcs but now realized there were plenty of other horrible things these monsters could inflict on her helpless body. “Why are you doing this!?!” she cried. “Please do not whip me!”

Xorakk laughed. “I am doing this because I can. I can do anything I want to you because you are a slave. And what better way for your fellow slaves to see and understand what they are now than for me to illustrate it with their leader’s daughter.” He circled around to Naesala’s rear. Both the orcs and the slaves watched as he swung his arm back. From her position, Naesala could not see Xorakk. But she heard the whip swish through the air. An instant later there was a loud crack as the whip struck Naesala’s flesh, and she felt an explosion of pain across her left ass check. Naesala howled in agony, thrashing against the rope holding her limbs. In her young, sheltered life she had never experienced anything really painful, let alone a harsh whipping. She was in for a rude awakening.

Xorakk swung the whip again and it struck Naesala’s upper back. She screamed from the fierce, stinging pain. “Please no more!” she wailed as she continued thrashing. Xorakk was not ready to relent. He began whipping Naesala over and over, across her back and ass in quick succession. The young elf screamed in agony from each painful blow. She bucked wildly and yanked at the rope binding her limbs, desperately trying to escape the whip as it bit fiercely into her flesh. The other orcs watched, amused, always entertained to watch a new slave receive her first whipping. The other elves watched horrified. Some had already experienced the whip themselves for various transgressions, or what the orcs had considered to be transgressions. But seeing Naesala whipped for no other reason than that Xorakk wanted to whip her drove home how helpless and vulnerable they now were as slaves. The human women of Aegor had lived with this realization for generations. They always understood that they might fall to slavery to the orcs. For the elf maidens of Elevosia, this was a complete shock. None had ever imagined that they could be subjected to such cruelty.

Xorakk paused to admire his work. He had striped Naesala’s back and ass with ugly red welts, a few which dripped with blood where the whip had broken her skin. Satisfied that her ass and back were sufficiently marked, Xorakk resumed and moved lower, laying a series of hard strikes against the backs of her thighs. Once again, Naesala thrashed wildly in pain. “Please stop!” she wailed, but Xorakk ignored her, striking the backs of her thighs a few more times before he went back and focused more attention on her ass. Naesala screamed until her voice gave out. She was delirious from the pain.

Xorakk circled around to Naesala’s front. Naesala stared at him, terror in her eyes. “Please no more,” she whimpered.

“Yes, slave I think you shall have some more. Let us make the front match the back,” Xorakk said, and he rose the whip and swung it. With a loud crack, it struck, Naesala’s left breast. She let out a demented scream, shaking and thrashing from the pain. Xorakk began whipping her breasts over and over until they were striped red like her back and ass. He moved lower and focused on her belly and then the front of her thighs. When Xorakk finally paused, Naesala was sobbing, overwhelmed by the searing pain. But Xorakk was not yet done. He slashed the whip again, skillfully aiming it between her legs so that it struck her across her sex. Naesala’s eyes widened in shock before she let out a tortured scream, once again bucking wildly. This was a new pain, much more intense than what she thought had been unbearably painful before. Several more times, Xorakk took aim at her sex, whipping it until the pain overwhelmed Naesala and she slumped forward, barely conscious. Xorakk stepped forward and grabbed her hair, wrenching her had back up he could look down at her face. “If you admit what you are now, I will stop whipping you,” he snarled.

“I am a slave, Master,” Naesala whimpered.

“And what is your purpose, slave?” Xorakk asked her.

Naesala remembered what Xorakk told her earlier and she repeated it, her cheeks red with shame as she uttered the words. “My purpose and duty are to offer to my orc masters my holes to fuck and my complete and absolute obedience and submission to them, Master,” she whimpered.

Xorakk nodded. “That is right slave. And now it is time for you to serve your purpose.” Xorakk called over a slaver who locked an iron collar around her throat. She would be the first of the new captives to be given a slave collar, but the others would soon join her. After the collar was secured around Naesala’s throat, Xorakk untied her from the whipping post and she collapsed to the ground.

Xorakk grabbed Naesala by the scalp and dragged her from the post, and rolled her over onto her back. “Time to fuck your first hole, slave,” he announced and Naesala desperately tried to clamp her thighs together to protect herself. Xorakk glared down at her. “Slaves do not have permission to shield their cunts,” he growled and he reached again for his whip. Terrified as she eyed the whip, Naesala slowly parted her thighs again. As much as she wanted to preserve her chastity, she did not want to feel the bite of the whip again.

Xorakk reached down and pried her legs further apart. “Wise decision slave. First, I will taste that virgin cunt,” he announced and he crouched down and pushed his face between Naesala’s parted thighs. Naesala squealed, in a panic, as she felt his tongue lapping at her pussy. As his tongue slid up and down her slit, she closed her eyes, humiliated as she began to feel tingles of arousal and her pussy started to grow wet. She hated that her body was reacting as his tongue teased at her sex, but it was impossible to ignore the sensation of his tongue. Xorakk lapped at her cunt for a few minutes until it was nice and wet. He pulled his head away and began to crawl on top of her, settling between her spread thighs.

Naesala flew into a panic and started bucking wildly. She knew what was coming and was desperate to avoid it. Xorakk grinned, enjoying her struggles as he lined up his cock at her slit. He then thrust into her hard, tearing through her virginity and burying his cock fully inside her cunt with one stroke. Naesala screamed in shock, and then again as the orc pulled out and started thrusting hard. driving his cock in and out of her and giving her a brutal introduction to her new life as a sex slave.

As Xorakk thrusted into the slave’s tight sex, he pushed his face into her neck and began biting it, leaving teeth marks all over her throat before he lowered his head and began to do the same to her breasts. Though his teeth raked at her flesh, Naesala hardly noticed. She was focused on the massive cock brutally driving in and out her. Xorakk pulled his head way, admiring the teeth marks all over her breasts and neck. He focused on fucking her hard, sliding his cock out almost fully and then slamming back in with all his strength, brutally fucking the helpless slave. As he continued fucking her, he felt is arousal building quickly and he stopped thrusting, not wanting to cum inside her yet. He still had another hole he wanted to sample. Xorakk pulled his cock from Naesala’s battered cunt and reached down, flipping her onto her belly.

Naesala was in shock and barely reacted as she lay limp on the ground. But when she suddenly felt the orc’s cock pushing between her ass cheeks, that woke her up. “Noo!” she cried as she felt it pushing against her anus and then she screamed as the orc drove his cock into her ass. Once he had buried his cock fully into the thrashing elf, Xorakk began to brutally fuck her, slamming into her ass over and over. He tried to make it last but the feeling of the young elf’s tight ass squeezing down onto his cock was too much. He groaned loudly as his cock began spasming, dumpling his cum inside her bowels.

When Xorakk was finished, he pulled his cock from her ass and reached down pulling her up off the ground onto her knees. “He pointed to his cock. “Clean it with your mouth,” he commanded. Sobbing, Naesala started at it in horror and disgust. “Get it in your mouth now or I will put you back on the whipping post,” he snarled. Fearful of the whip, Naesala leaned in and began to lick and suck the cock clean. Xorakk pushed her head away after a couple minutes. “OK orcs, enjoy the use of the new slave!” he called.

Naesala groaned in dismay, realizing her ordeal was far from over, as an orc stepped up to her. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to a group of other slaves who were being fucked by orcs. Naesala recognized one of them as Tiriana. She was on all fours and an orc was thrusting into her from behind. The orc holding Naesala’s hair let go of her and pointed to Tiriana. “Get in all fours with your ass in the air and part your thighs, like that slave,” he commanded. Reluctantly, Naesala complied, getting on all fours and presenting her cunt and ass to be fucked.

She was so sore but she knew she would be fucked whether she wanted to be or not. The only choice she had was whether she wanted to be whipped beforehand. That fear made her compliant. A moment later, the orc got down on his knees behind Naesala and pressed his cock against her swollen sex. He slammed forward, burying his cock inside her. Naesala cried out again in misery as the next orc fucked her. Thankfully, he did not last long and he came after only a few minutes. But as soon as he was done, another orc stepped up and grabbed her hips. Naesala wailed in dismay as he drove his cock into her battered cunt and began pumping away. She prayed after each orc finished that her ordeal would end. But as orc after orc fucked her, she realized her ordeal would never end. This was her life now. Over and over the orcs used the newest slave, fucking all three of her holes. After a dozen or so had used her, Naesala passed out. Orcs continued to use her through the night.

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The next morning, Naesala, Tiriana, Ghilanna and the other 300 slaves from Olfe Serine were roused awake. After they were fed slave gruel, it was time for the orcs to send them back to their war camp at the portal. The elf maidens’ wrists were bound behind their backs and they were lined up. A slaver moved down the line and locked a collar around the throat of each slave, save for Naesala, who had already been collared. The slaves were then divided into smaller groups of around 50 each, 6 lines in total, and their collars were chained together, forming 6 slave coffles.

The orcs would use the slaves to transport back the loot they had collected. They used rope to tie sacks of valuables onto the slaves’ backs. “Alright sluts, time to march. Be quick about it or you will feel the lash!” an orc called out and he slashed his whip randomly at a couple of the coffles. Slaves cried out as the whips lashed their flesh, and the lines began to move. A couple dozen orcs travelled with the slaves, to escort them. They had begun their long journey into the Great Forest.

Tiriana found herself chained in one of the coffles directly behind Naesala, recognizing her from her blonde hair and the nasty welts and cuts on her back. She did not see her mother and did not know if Ghilanna was behind her in the same coffle or in a different coffle. But Tiriana could not focus on that. She was focused on the heavy sack of plundered goods on her back and her fear of the whip that could lash her at any moment. She shuffled along with the other captured elf maidens, terrified about what was in store for her and the new horrors she would suffer as a captive of these vile orcs.

Xorakk watched as the coffle of slaves began to head away. “Burn the village,” he commanded his orcs. It was time to move onto their next target, a much larger one: Salelenor.

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One of the slaves had not been put in the slave coffle with the others. Yalanue had been kept separate. She was pregnant. She was being sent with goblins to a breeding camp in Aegor. She was standing between the village and the forest, waiting to be escorted away.

Yalanue watched as the line of other elf maidens headed into the forest. Behind her, she saw flames and smoke beginning to rise throughout the village. The flames built quickly. Olfe Serine was being burnt down. Orcs were also throwing wood on to the pile of dead carcasses of the male elves from Olfe Serine. They too would be burned. Any who came upon Olfe Serine would find only charred bodies and charred ruins.

Near the outskirts of the now-burning village, the orcs were lining up in formation, ready to march onto Salelenor. Yalanue was from Salelenor and she thought of her many friends and acquaintances there who were about to face the same fate as her and all the elves of Olfe Serine. Her eyes teared up. She had been helpless to protect Ailmar when the orcs had attacked them, not that he had deserved it. But she had also been helpless to protect herself from being bred like an animal or being ravaged over and over by her orc captors. And now she was helpless to protect Salelenor. Even worse, she was helpless to protect the baby or babies growing in her womb.

A goblin stepped up to her.  “Come slave, you are coming with us. We have a lot of walking before nightfall and then you will get to experience your first goblin cock. You will learn to love it just as much as orc cock,” he told her. He bound Yalanue’s wrists and affixed a rope leash to it.

Yalanue winced as another goblin ran his hand up her thigh and began to rub her sex. However, she was slowly getting used to be being fondled, groped, fingered, and prodded by any orc or goblin that pleased. She was slowly understanding that her she no longer had any autonomy over her own body. She was property.

The goblin yanked the leash, and Yalanue lurched forward. She had no choice but to walk. Her eyes filled with tears as they started to head into the forest. She knew a baby was growing inside her, likely more than one. And both she and her babies were being sent away to an unimaginably cruel fate.

(End of Part 12, to be continued...)

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