The Tale of Xorakk: Part 13 – The Attack on Salelenor

Jeardra was in her house when the door flew open. She jumped and spun around to find her husband, Erlathan. His face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear. “Is everything ok?” she asked him.

“Stay inside. Lock the door when I leave,” he said, anxiety his voice.

Jeardra looked at her husband. She had never seen him scared like this. “What is wrong?” she asked.

“Salelenor is being attacked. By… well, by what look like orcs,” he replied grimly.

Jeardra gave him a confused look. “If this is a joke?” There had been peace in Elevosia for centuries. And orcs had been vanquished from their world for millennia.

Erlathan hugged her. “It isn’t. Stay inside. We have to hold them off until hopefully more warriors arrive,” he replied, his voice trembling.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” she asked. “You are not a warrior; stay here with me!”

Erlathan shook his head. “They need every able-bodied male on the wall. I need to help. For you. For our child.” He squeezed Jeardra tightly and then let go of her, ready to head back out the door.

Jeardra tried to stop him but he took her hand and squeezed it. “I love you,” he whispered. “No matter what happens, I love you.” And then he was out the door. In shock, Jeardra locked the door behind him. Everything he said was still registering.  She still could not believe that orcs were attacking.  She prayed that Erlathan would be safe.  And that the city would hold off this threat, whatever it was.

Erlathan raced to the south wall of the city. There were dozens of elves on the wall. Many were firing arrows off into the distance. Others were using buckets of water and soaked blankets to extinguish the flames in several areas of the wall that had been ignited. Everyone was shouting. It was chaos.

Erlathan ran over to the commander of the garrison of Argothrond warriors that was stationed in the city. He was shouting commands, directing those on the wall as they defended the city. “What can I do?” Erlathan yelled out to the commander.

“Help extinguish the fires. They are shooting fire arrows at the walls, trying to burn them. We are able to keep them at bay with our own archers but if the walls burn, we are finished!” the commander replied. He turned from Erlathan and began shouting more commands to the elves on the wall.

Erlathan grabbed a blanket that had been soaked in water to use to beat at the flames. He climbed up one of the ladders onto the wall. From the top of the wall, he could see the threat that loomed. A hundred orcs were lined up to the south of the city, a few hundred yards away. Many of them had bows and were shooting fire arrows toward the wall. However, the elf archers had managed to keep the orcs back. The elves were just as skilled with their bows as the orcs, if not more skilled, and the elves’ bows had better range. They fired at any orc that came within range. Indeed, several dead orcs lay on the ground, their bodies pierced with arrows. The orcs were trying to get close enough to fire their own arrows toward the wall, to ignite more portions of it. But any time an orc tried to get within range of the wall, he was quickly met with a volley of arrows.

Erlathan watched the chaotic battle for a moment but then he remembered his own task. He took his blanket and began beating at the flames that were licking at one portion of the wall, while other elves moved back and forth carrying buckets of water and dumping the water on the flames. The elves managed to extinguish the fire. They quickly moved to extinguish another spot that had ignited.

The orcs continued their assault, trying to move in close enough to fire more arrows. There was a scream as an orc came within range and was immediately cut down by an elf archer. A pair of orcs ran out to grab the fallen orc and drag him back. But from Erlathan’s view, it looked like the orc was dead.

“Keep at it, warriors!” the commander shouted. “We sent a ranger to deliver word to the capitol. Help will be on the way but we need to hold them off until then.” But he knew the reality of the situation. The capitol was several days away. They would have to hold off the orcs for some time. Fortunately, they were in a walled city. As long as they kept the orcs out, they had a chance.

Inside the city, goblins were looking to eliminate the elves’ chances. They had been planted in the city for days now, gathering information. Now they were ready to help Xorakk execute his plan. The orcs attacking the city from the south were a diversion. The bulk of the orcs’ forces were north of the city, concealed behind a hill about a quarter mile from the northern wall. Most of the elves’ forces were on the south wall, fending off the small contingent of orcs there. There were only a few on the north wall, monitoring it and ready to raise the alarm if any more orcs appeared. Their attention was focused on the outside of the city, to the north. They were paying little attention to what was going on behind them from inside the city.

Two dozen goblins snuck through the alleys and streets, making their way towards the north wall and its large gate. The streets were abandoned. Any elf who was able to fight was on a wall. Everyone else was hidden away inside. The goblins were able to make their way to the north wall without being detected.

As they drew close, they unsheathed their daggers and swords. There were four elves manning the gate. The goblins charged at them. Screams rang out as the goblins attacked them and began hacking at them with their weapons. The eves were taken by surprise and the goblins quickly killed them. The goblins unlocked gate and swung it open. Other goblins began climbing up the ladders to reach the top of the wall to attack the elves that manned it. As the elves tried desperately to fight off the goblins the swarmed them, they were unable to reach the gate and close it again. They tried to fight off the goblins but the goblins outnumbered them and were quite skilled fighters. The elves only managed to kill a few of the goblins before they were all killed. The north gate and wall were now undefended, and the gate was open. And there were no one around to alert the elves defending the south wall.

Xorakk and his forces were waiting north of the city. They had killed the elf ranger that had come up the road on horseback. The ranger would not be able to warn the capitol of the orc assault. As the orcs waited, they saw a flare shoot into the sky. That was their signal from the goblins. They began charging, circling around the hill that had concealed them and onto the road that led to Salelenor’s open and undefended north gate. Within a couple minutes, hundreds of orcs poured into the city. The elves defending the south wall heard the shouting. They turned to see orcs charging at them from within the city. The elf warriors tried to defend. But they were outnumbered and had been taken by surprise. They no longer had the wall to protect them. Screams began ringing out as the elves were cut down. It was soon a slaughter as the orcs overwhelmed the elves, killing any elf that had a weapon.

From the windows in her house, Jeardra saw the smoke rising form the south. Then she heard the roars and growls of the orcs. Then she heard the screams ringing out. She realized that the attackers were in the city! Jeardra wanted to run out and find Erlathan. But she had their baby growing in her womb to worry about. Jeardra went upstairs and hid under their bed. Even from inside her house, she could hear constant screams and roars and the sounds of breaking glass and clashing weapons. It must be chaos outside. The noises grew louder. The attackers were moving closer to their home. Jeardra heard the sound of more broken glass and screams. It was so close. It must be her neighbors she surmised. Jeardra closed her eyes. She prayed they did not come to her house. She prayed that Erlathan was ok.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood rang out even louder. It was her house! The attackers were downstairs. She heard their gruff voices, then more crashing noises as the attackers rummaged around downstairs. Then there was the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. And a moment later, the door to the bedroom opened. Jeardra froze from her hiding spot under the bed, trying her best not to move and cause the floor to creak. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she imagined the orcs would hear it. She heard the gruff voices again, one telling another to check everywhere. She closed her eyes and started to pray to the gods that these invaders might somehow miss her.

The gods did not answer her prayers. A green head peeked under the bed. “Found one!” the orc shouted and he reached out and grabbed Jeardra’s ankles and began to yank her out from under the bed.

Jeardra screamed in terror as the orc dragged her out from her hiding spot. She tried to kick at the orc, but he easily caught her foot. He continued dragging Jeardra downstairs, ignoring her struggles. She bounced off each stair as she was dragged, screaming and thrashing around frantically. The orc continued dragging her from her home and outside. As Jeardra looked around, her terror only intensified. All around were chaotic scenes out of a nightmare. The bodies of dead and dying male elves lay strewn everywhere. Female elves were being dragged from their homes like Jeardra was. She saw her physician, Yumanea, being dragged through the street by an orc in her direction.

The pair of orcs that had Yumanea and Jeardra met and then dragged their captives together to the north gate and dragged them outside of the city. Outside were hundred of elf maidens, all kneeling or lying on the ground, surrounded by a few dozen orcs. Yumanea and Jeardra were dumped on the ground with the others. “Stay there, slaves, or you will be chopped down,” one of the orcs growled. Jeardra and Yumanea knelt on the ground. Jeardra was already in a state of shock, and being referred to as a ‘slave’ barely registered. She was focused on Erlathan. Jeardra had seen all the bodies of male elves littering the streets. She had seen the orcs killing more males. She saw that the only elves taken from the city and assembled here were females. Jeardra was terrified that Erlathan was dead.

“Shall we head back into the city to grab some more slaves?” the orc that had taken Jeardra said to the orc that had taken Yumanea.

“Well… let’s fuck one of them first,” the other orc replied and the first one eagerly nodded. They turned to look over both elves. Jeardra’s eyes widened. It was starting to sink in what it meant to be a slave to orcs. And she realized that perhaps being killed was the preferable option.

The orcs continued looking over the two elves for a minute and then the first pointed to Yumanea. “Let’s fuck that one,” he said and the other nodded in agreement. He reached out to grab Yumanea, who wailed in dismay as the orcs began stripping her of her clothing. One of the orcs pried open Yumanea legs and began to push his fingers into her pussy, earning renewed squeals from her. “Nice, very tight and already decently moist,” he announced, and then he pushed his thumb into her ass, and turning her squeals to sobs.

“Tight down here, too.” He declared. They ripped off the last shreds of her clothing and threw her to the ground, and then puller her up onto her hands and knees.

Jeardra and many of the other captive elf maidens watched in horror as one of the orcs held Yumanea down and the other positioned behind her. Yumanea was crying and begging them to leave her alone. The orc grabbed her hips and thrust forward, ramming his cock into her pussy. Yumanea’s eyes widened in shock and then she let out a loud scream. The orc began thrusting away, brutally driving into her helpless body with each stroke. He pumped away until he climaxed with a loud groan.

Yumanea continued sobbing as the orc pulled his cock from her. “Yep, very tight,” he told the other orc, who stood up.

They switched positions so that the first was now holding her down and the second was positioned behind her. “Guess I will try the other hole,” he declared and he pushed his cock between her ass cheeks.

Yumanea wailed “No!” and then her protest turned to a high-pitched scream as the orc forced his cock into her ass. He began thrusting at a rapid pace and Yumanea screamed until her voice gave out. Her eyes glazed over. The once proud physician was in shock and disbelief that she was being violated in such a way by orcs.

After cumming with a loud groan, the orc pulled out his cock from Yumanea’s ravaged anus and pulled his pants back up. He bound her wrists behind her back with some rope and then forced her onto her knees next to Jeardra. He bound Jeardra’s wrists behind her back. “Alright, let’s go find more slaves,” he told his friend and then set off to head back through the gate into the city. Jeardra and Yumanea knelt on the ground, Jeardra silent and Yumanea crying softly. As the minutes and then hours passed, orcs dragged more and more captured elf maidens from the city and added them to the assembled elves kneeling or lying outside the gate.

As time passed, a pair of orcs exited the city, escorting a pair of stripped elf maidens. The elves were each holding a large wooden post over their shoulder. The orcs stopped them just outside the gate. “Drop the posts there,” one of the orcs commanded. He was holding a pair of shovels and he handed them to the two elves. He pointed to two spots about four feet apart and commanded, “Dig.” The two elves began digging a pair of holes. After a few minutes, the orc commanded them to stop. He picked up one of the posts and pushed it into one of the holes. “Fill in the dirt,” he commanded and one of the elves began to put dirt back into the hole, holding the post in place. The orc did the same with the other post and the other hole, so that both posts were stuck in the ground vertically about four feet apart. “Kneel with the other slaves,” he commanded and the two elves hurried over and knelt with the other captives. Jeardra wondered what the posts were for.

After several hours, the stream of captives slowed. Jeardra looked around wondering if the orcs had captured every elf maiden in the city. From the look of it, they had. Noticeably, not a single male was brought out and Jeardra felt nauseous as she thought of Erlathan. But she clung to the hope he might still be alive. Clinging to that hope was the only thing keeping her from losing her mind.

To the sound of loud cheers, an orc emerged from the city and out the gate with Salelenor’s governess, Essaerae. Her wrists had been tied and the orc was pulling her with a leash. She had been stripped naked and an iron collar was locked around her throat. Jeardra saw the cum oozing down Essaerae’s thighs. She too had been ravaged. 

 

The orc called out to the assembled elves. “Slaves, my name is Xorakk, but as slaves, you will call me and all other orcs and goblins ‘Master.’ Allow me to reintroduce to you your former Governess. Now she is a mere slave, just like all of you. No longer will she have to worry about ruling this city, which will soon be burnt to the ground. Now she, like all of you, will only have to worry about pleasuring orc cock with your tight, warm holes. I have already tested hers and found that she will make a suitable slave!”

Essaerae’s lip trembled and she dropped her head. Xorakk kicked Essaerae’s feet out from under her and she tumbled to the ground. “Kneel, slut, with your knees parted wide,” Xorakk commanded sternly. Reluctantly, Essaerae complied, her cheeks reddening as parted her knees and spread her thighs widely. “Now kiss my boots and thank me for fucking you,” Xorakk ordered.

Essaerae looked up at Xorakk. “Please stop this! We are not slaves; we are proud elves! You cannot mistreat us like this!”

Xorakk leaned down and slapped Essaerae hard across the face, sending her onto her back. She cried out in pain, rubbing her cheek gingerly. But Xorakk was not done. He grabbed Essaerae by the hair and wrenched her up dragging her to the pair of posts that had been set into the ground. “It seems you need a whipping so you understand your new role,” he growled. “And the other slaves can see what happens to slaves who do not immediately and enthusiastically obey.”

Using rope, Xorakk tied Essaerae’s limbs to the two posts so that she was standing spreadeagle between them. Xorakk pulled his slave whip from his belt and unfurled it. Essaerae realized what was about to happen to her and she started pleading. “No, please do not whip me. I.. I will kneel and kiss your feet as you commanded, Master.” Seeing their once proud governess fearfully pleading and calling the orc ‘Master’ crystalized for all of the elf maidens watching what their own fate now was.

Essaerae continued pleading but it was too late. Xorakk circled around to her rear, raised the whip and then let it fly. With a loud crack, it slashed across Essaerae’s back, and she cried out in pain. Over and over, Xorakk whipped her back and ass until the former Governess was screaming. The other elves watched in horror. Seeing their governess abused in such a way drove home even further just how helpless each of them were and how hopeless their situation was. After twenty strokes, Xorakk paused.

“Please Master, this slave begs you for mercy!” Essaerae wailed. “Please no more, Master!” But Xorakk was not done. He circled around to her front and began whipping her breasts and belly. Finally, after another 20 strikes, he stopped. Essaerae sobbed as she hung limp from the bindings holding her wrists.

“What are you?” Xorakk asked her.

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

“That is right, slut,” Xorakk replied. “And as a slave, any orc may do anything he wants with or to your body. I whipped you because I wanted to whip you. And now I am going to let my orcs use you however they please, and after each one uses you, you will thank him. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” Essaerae whimpered.

Xorakk reached out and began to fondle her tits and squeeze her nipples, before he ran his hand down her belly and between her parted thighs. Xorakk began to rub her slit before he pushed a couple fingers inside her sex and began thrusting with his fingers as his thumb rubbed her clit. Essaerae blushed red and began to squirm as the orc general teased and fingered her.

After a couple minutes, Xorakk withdrew his fingers. They were coated in her juices, as well as the orc cum that he had deposited in her earlier. He turned to the captives and held up his hand. “See that slaves. Your former governess is filled with orc cum and her cunt juices up at the touch of a strong orc. She is quickly learning what it means to be a slave and soon so shall all of you.” He tuned back to Essaerae and pushed his fingers to her lips. “Suck them clean,” he commanded. Humiliated, Essaerae took his fingers into her mouth and sucked the fluids off of them.

Xorakk pulled his hand from her mouth and she dropped her head in shame. Xorakk grabbed his whip from belt again and slashed her hard across her breasts, earning a pained scream from the elf. “What do you say, slave?” he growled.

“Thank you, Master,” Essaerae whimpered softly.

Xorakk whipped her across her tits again. “Louder!” he growled.

“Thank you, Master,” Essaerae said more loudly. Xorakk put his whip away and stepped away. “Take her down from the whipping post and enjoy her holes, orcs,” he said. The orcs were eager to fuck the former leader of the city. One stepped forward and unbound Essaerae’s wrists and ankles.

“On your back and spread your legs,” he commanded. 

 Essaerae started to cry. “Please, I am so tired and so sore. Please do not rape, Master,” she cried. The orc snarled and slapped her had across the face, sending her collapsing into the dirt.

“You are a slave,” he growled. “A slave has no right to say no or give consent. She cannot be raped. We own you and your body and can do with it what we please. Now spread your legs, slut!”

Closing her eyes and her lip trembling, Essaerae lay on her back and parted her thighs. The orc quickly climbed on top of her and pushed his cock inside her. He began thrusting away at a frantic pace. As he pounded her, he started barking commands. “Wrap your arms and legs around me, slut. Move your hips. Don’t just lie there all limp! Your purpose as a slave is to give the orc fucking you pleasure.”

Essaerae reluctantly complied and the orc kept fucking her until he groaned and dumped his seed into her womb. As soon as he climbed off of her, Essaerae whimpered, “Thank you, Master.” Then another took his place and began thrusting into her. The other elf maidens watched in terror and shock. The treatment of Essaerae was growing more and more horrifying, and they realized that they would all soon be subject to this treatment. The orc fucking Essaerae finished loudly and was immediately replaced by another oc. Then another. Each time, Essaerae thanked the orc when he finished fucking her. For all watching, it was clear Essaerae was no longer the proud Governess of Salelenor. She was now a slave whose purpose was to be fucked. For Jeardra, a new terror was setting in. Not only was her own fate at stake, but also that of the baby growing in her womb. And the treatment of Essaerae left no doubt that these orcs would not show mercy. Jeardra started to cry.

After a few more orcs fucked Essaerae, the next in line said to her, “On all fours and then raise your ass and push your face into the dirt. You have another hole I want to use.” Crying softly, Essaerae got into the new position. She felt her ass cheeks bring spread and then an orc’s cock began to painfully force its way into her ass. She cried out as the orc began fucking her in earnest.

As soon as he groaned and dumped his seed, Essaerae whimpered “Thank you, Master.” And then the next orc was behind her and pushed his cock into her ass.

Essaerae was used again and again for over an hour. But now it was time for the orcs to start using the other slaves. There were over 2000 captives and only hundreds of orcs and goblins. So the orcs started wandering though the assembled captives, picking ones they fancied. The elves chosen were stripped of any clothes they still had and soon found themselves on their backs or on all fours being ravaged.

The orcs that had dragged off Yumanea and Jeardra specifically searched out Jeardra. They found her and the first orc pushed her onto her back, holding her down by her shoulders. The other orc pulled out his cock and crouched down over her. Ripping her panties aside, he started to rub his cock along her slit.

“Nooo!” Jeardra wailed. She had only been with one person in her life, her husband. She did not want her second to be a vile orc. But like the other elves were learning, she had no say in the matter, for she was now a slave. She felt the orc's cock stab at her opening and begin to push inside her. The orc looked down at her, leering and then lunged forward, thrusting his cock fully into her. Jeardra’s eyes widened in shock. She had seen Yumanea, Essaerae, and many others being ravaged by these cruel monsters, but to finally experience it herself was a new level of shock. The orc began thrusting away, pistoning his cock deeper and faster into her tight cunt. He grunted in pleasure as he ploughed into her at an increasingly frenzied pace. He continued pounding away until he groaned and he thrusted into her fully as he unleashed a thick stream of cum into her.

The orc pulled out of Jeardra’s sore and abused pussy and the orcs switched positions and the other readied to take his turn fucking the helpless elf. Jeardra began to beg and plead but the orc ignored her and drove his cock into her ravaged cunt. Soon he was thrusting away. Jeardra’s screams subsided to pitiful sobs as the orc continued ravaging her, and then she fell silent. Her eyes were glazed over; she was in a state of shock. The orc did not last long and he dumped another load of cum inside her. As the orcs both stood, they looked at each other. “Shall we keep this one here in the city while we loot or send her away?” he asked.

“Her cunt was nice, let’s keep this one here,” the other responded. He snapped an iron collar around her throat. And then a leash to the collar. The orc yanked Jeardra up and began to drag her back into the city. She offered no resistance, still in her state of shock. In the city, Jeardra was taken to a collection of a few dozen other slaves. All had been collared like her. She was made to kneel with all the others.

More slaves were brought into the city and made to kneel with the group until there was about 50, all of whom were collared. Among them were both Yumanea and Essaerae. The orcs did not have enough collars to collar the remaining slaves, which numbered over 2000. They would be collared after they were coffled and sent back to Great Forest and to the portal. But before they were sent off, those 2000 slaves were put to work gathering anything of value from the city to haul back with them. Using whips to keep them motivated and working hard, orc slavers put them to work through the night.

The 50 collared slaves would serve a different purpose. The orcs had sacked their first city and it was time to celebrate. Jeardra, Yumanea, and Essaerae and the other 50 collared captives would spend the night being ravaged over and over as the orcs vented their violent lust on the captives. For the entire night, the orcs ravaged the slaves in a frenzied orgy. The first elven city had fallen to the orcs and its elf maidens were learning what it was like to be the spoils of war to victorious orcs.

(End of Part 13, to be continued...)

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