The Tale of Xorakk: Part 15 – The Next Battle

The pregnant elf maidens and elf maidens to be impregnated had been in the cells for what Jeardra assumed was days, though it was hard to tell in the windowless underground cell area. Numerous times, the captive male elves had been brought in to breed with the elf maidens that had been dosed with breeding potion. Each time, Jeardra and the other already-pregnant elves had been forced to orally pleasure the elf maidens to get them prepared to be bred and then orally pleasure the males to get them hard. Then Jeardra had to watch as her husband and the other males were forced to fuck the captives. All of the elf maidens were virtually guaranteed to be pregnant at this point, having been inseminated several times. Jeardra wondered how many of them would give birth to babies from Erlathan. She wondered what would happen to those babies, and their baby growing in her own womb.

Jeardra winced as she heard the whip crashing down hard on the back of a young elf maiden and her agonized screams. She turned to watch an orc whipping the young elf. She was one of the elf maidens that was being bred. And earlier, one of the male elves had refused to breed with her, because she was his sister. But the orcs did not care. They had wanted a redhead to breed with a redhead, to ensure any children would be redheaded, which they considered exotic. The prior times she had been bred, the elf maiden had been paired with another redheaded male elf. But this time, the brother and sister had been unfortunate to be paired together. When the male elf had refused, the orcs had savagely whipped and then chained him down. They then tried to force the elf maiden to straddle her brother and fuck him but she had also refused. For that, she was now being whipped.

It seemed every moment brought new horror and degradations on the captive elves, which further stripped them of their dignity. Jeardra had felt sorry for herself, being forced to pleasure other elves, orcs, and goblins in front of her husband, and made to watch as he was forced to breed with other elves. But now seeing these siblings and what they were forced to do, Jeardra realized that there were even worse torments she could suffer. And she dreaded what her baby, and all of the babies born to the captive elf maidens, were going to face from these cruel and savage orcs.

The whipping finally stopped. An orc commanded the sobbing redheaded elf maiden to pleasure her brother with her mouth, to get him hard. She reluctantly complied, fear of the whip overcoming her revulsion. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock and her head began to bob up and down as she used her mouth to pleasure him. After her brother was hard, the orc commanded the elf maiden to straddle and mount him. Again, she reluctantly complied. Soon, she was bouncing up and down, riding her own brother, a goblin forcing her to quicken her pace her with hard swats to her whipped ass.

Jeardra turned away, unable to watch. She thought that perhaps there was little consolation for the siblings that the sister was likely already pregnant, having been bred numerous times over the last few days. So, she would likely not get pregnant from her own brother. But that was all it was: a very small amount of consolation for the disgusting, vile act they were being forced to do. Trying to focus her view on something else, Jeardra looked down at her thigh. It had a fresh brand on it. All of the elf maidens in the jail had been branded the day prior, marking them as slaves. Her leg was still quite sore. The ugly red brand brought tears to her eyes. It was one reminder of what she had been reduced to by these vile orcs.

The male elf grunted as he orgasmed, and his sister was pulled off of him. An orc dragged the male elf off, away from their cell area. “Alright, these sluts are all almost certainly pregnant,” another orc said. “No more need to breed them any more. “Let’s ready them to be taken back to the portal.” The orcs opened the two cells, one housing the slaves that were being bred and the other holding those that were already pregnant when Salelenor was sacked. All of the elf maidens were lined up together. There was no need to keep them separate now. All of them were pregnant. They were led through the jail. They moved up the stairs to the next level, where Jeardra had seen Erlathan and the other males when she had been led down to her cell. The males were no longer there. As they were led outside, Jeardra looked around, hoping she would spot Erlathan. He was nowhere to be seen. Jeardra began to feel a sense of dread. Would she see Erlathan again? She turned to one of the orcs escorting them. “Master, where are the males that were down in the jail with us?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Silence, slut,” the orc snapped. “But if you want to know, they served no more purpose. They were all killed this morning.” The news stunned Jeardra, and she froze. She had clung to the hope that no matter what the ordeal they would suffer that at least she would be with Erlathan. When she could not find him, she had feared being separated completely from him. Now she had learned the even more dreadful truth. Jeardra wobbled, her legs unsteady. There was a ringing in her ears.  Her vison blurred.  “Get moving,” the orc snarled, but it did not register.  Jeardra was in shock.

Jeardra suddenly let out an anguished wailed and lunged at the orc, trying to grab his sword. ‘You monsters!” she screamed, in a rage. She no longer cared if she died. And she realized that the death of the baby inside her would be a mercy. So she planned to kill as many of these monsters as she could before they killed her. She hoped that there was afterlife where she and her baby would be reunited with Erlathan.

The orc grabbed Jeardra’s wrist as she went for his sword and with his other hand, he backhanded her hard. She crumpled to the ground. The orc unfurled his whip and began lashing her savagely, over and over.

Jeardra’s pained screams drew the attention of Xorakk, who came over to investigate. With him was the human slave, Vorranna. Xorakk dragged her along with a leash. She limped and was barely able to walk. The constant abuse from Xorakk had taken its toll on the human slave.

Xorakk saw the orc whipping Jeardra and asked what she had done. The orc explained and Xorakk frowned. He reached for his dagger, intending to slash her throat as a lesson for the other elf maidens about what happened to any slave that tried to reach for a weapon. But then he stopped himself. This elf maiden was pregnant. He would potentially be wasting a new slave growing inside her, maybe even more than one. That fact would spare her life for now. But he would personally see that she was punished and broken. “Tie her up and take her outside of the city, since it won’t be standing for much longer,” he commanded. “I will punish and break the slut. And get the other sluts loaded up with the last of the valuables before they are escorted to the portal.”

“Aye, general,” the orc replied. “We are all heading back to the portal now?”

Xorakk shook his head. “No, just a few to escort the pregnant slaves. The rest of us are going to head north. To the next elven city. These elves cannot mount any defense. We took this city easily. We will take another!” Xorakk knew that once Grimnor arrived in Elevosia, he would take all the glory. Xorakk would take as many cities and as many slaves as he could before Grimnor arrived. A few of the orcs roared, eager to fight and conquer again.

Jeardra was barely conscious from the thrashing she had received as the orc dragged her off. The rest of the pregnant elves were coffled together and loaded up with valuables. A handful of orcs began to escort them away from the city, in the direction the Great Forest on their way to the portal.

Xorakk took Vorranna with him as he went to seek out his officers. They had planning to do, for the invasion of the next elven city. And after his meeting, he would break the slave that had dared to try to resist her orc masters.

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Jeardra howled in pain as the whip slashed into her back. For the last several hours she had suffered a series of harsh whippings and brutal rapes by orc after orc. She had been taken outside the city, and her wrists were bound and strung up above her head, secured to a tree branch. It left her helpless to whatever the orcs wanted to inflict on her. And they were making her suffer immensely for trying to go for a weapon. The orc swung the whip again, this time striking her tender ass and she wailed in pain.

Jeardra wailed in pain as she was whipped but she did not plead for them to stop. Learning of the death of her husband had shattered her. She just wanted to die. The orc rose the whip again, ready to continue Jeardra’s whipping but then a voice called out. “I will take it from here, orc.” Xorakk approached, with Vorranna still in tow. The orc nodded and handed Xorakk the whip and then he was off.

Jeardra hung limply from her wrists and cried softly. She tried to catch her breath and tried to ignore the searing pain that stung her back and rear. As she hung there, she noticed the smell of smoke. Jeardra looked in the direction of Salelenor, which was off in the distance, and she noticed smoke billowing from the center of the city. Apparently, the orcs were burning down the city. The orcs were exiting the city and lining up outside the gates, waiting to march with Xorakk to the next elven city to pillage.

“We are burning your city to the ground,” Xorakk told her. “There will be no trace of it soon. All your males are dead and all your females are slaves. Your fellow elf maidens are off to my world. But you, I will keep with me. And after you give birth to your litter, you will watch as I kill any of the males and send the females off to be raised as slaves. Then, if you have convinced me you can be a good slave, I will not kill you.”

Jeardra dropped her head and continued crying, defeated and broken. Xorakk turned to Vorranna and handed her his whip. “Whip this elven slut,” he commanded. “If it is not hard enough to make her scream, I will tie you up next to her and whip you both.”

Vorranna closed her eyes, her lip trembling. She did not want to whip this poor elf. It was clear she had already been lashed severely. But Vorranna knew that refusing Xorakk’s command would earn her the severest of punishments, and likely a slow, painful death. And then he would whip the elf anyway. Likely much harder than she could.  Vorranna took the whip and turned towards Jeardra. Raising her arm, she swung the whip. It cut through the air and slashed into Jeardra’s back, who let out a scream. Her eyes filling with tears, Vorranna whipped Jeardra over and over, adding to the ugly cuts and welts that already striped her back and ass.

Xorakk watched with sadistic amusement as the human slave whipped the elf slave. After several minutes of hard whipping, the orc general decided he would give her a break from whipping, and that instead he would fuck her. Dropping his pants, he moved behind Jeardra and grabbed her hips. Seeing what he intended, Vorranna quietly stepped back and knelt on the ground.

Jeardra did not bother pleading not to be fucked. She already understood fully that the orcs would fuck her whenever they pleased, and that she had no say in the matter. She closed her eyes as she felt Xorakk’s cock pressing against the entrance of her pussy, waiting for him to enter her and begin thrusting away, as so many had done before him.

Jeardra had been fucked so many times that cum was oozing from her orifices, so Xorakk’s cock slid inside her without much difficulty. However, his cock was large, even by orc standards, and Jeardra winced as he pushed himself fully inside her, stretching her wide. Xorakk forced his cock inside the young elf’s cunt until it pressed against her cervix. Her wrists tied above her head, Jeardra instinctively tried to pull herself up by her arms to pull away, but Xorakk gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place.

He pulled back and then slammed forward, so that his cock slid out and then drove into her again. Grunting in pleasure, Xorakk began thrusting and Jeardra closed her eyes as she was ravaged yet again. Xorakk cared only for his pleasure and he thrusted hard and fast, driving his cock in and out of the elf’s cunt. Small cries and gasps and grunts escaped Jeardra’s mouth as the orc slammed into her, using her helpless body for his pleasure. Xorakk kept thrusting away, the cum from prior orcs splashing down on the ground as he pounded her. After several minutes, he groaned loudly as he climaxed, adding even more orc cum to her battered womb.

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When Xorakk was finished cumming, he pulled his cock from the sobbing elf and pulled up his pants. But he was not done with her. He reached down to pick up the whip that Vorranna had placed next to her. “Time for you to feel a real whipping,” he growled. He raised his hand but then stopped as shouting rang out in the distance. He turned in the direction of the burning city. He saw orcs running, and he looked in the direction they were running. A massive group of elves was in the distance, charging in the direction of the orcs. Several thousand by the look of it. An entire army of elves.

Xorakk’s eyes widened in surprise and he reached for his sword but then he stopped. The city, his orcs, and the army of elves charging were many hundreds of yards away. He knew he would never reach them before the armies reached each other. And he could see the orcs were outnumbered.

There were more shouts and then the clash of weapons as the armies met. Then there was the sound of a louder stampede. More elves on horses, a cavalry, appeared over the horizon, racing towards the fray. The orcs were now vastly outnumbered. And the orcs had no cavalry. Xorakk knew it would be a bloodbath. He watched in horror as the elves began cutting down his troops. Soon the elves had completely swarmed the orcs. Xorakk realized it was too late. The battle was already lost. He watched as orc after orc was slaughtered by the charging elves.

Xorakk and the two slaves were far enough away that they had not yet been spotted. He knew there was nothing he could do. His only option was to save himself and flee back to the Great Forest. He reached for the dagger at his belt and cut the rope holding Jeardra’s wrists to the tree branch. She was too weak to stand and she collapsed to the ground. Xorakk grabbed her and scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He sheathed his dagger and grabbed Vorranna’s leash. “Come,” he snarled and he began to hurry away from the city, south, in the direction of the Great Forest. “Hurry slut!” he snarled to Vorranna, yanking her leash, forcing her to try and keep up as he broke out into a run. Xorakk knew he had to get away before he was spotted.

Vorranna was behind Xorakk, struggling to keep up as her leash was yanked. As she ran behind him, she looked down at the dagger he had sheathed in his belt. Vorranna lunged forward and stretched out her hand, grabbing the dagger and pulling it from its sheath. Without hesitating, she plunged it into Xorakk’s back. Xorakk stopped running and reared up, screaming in pain as the blade sunk into his flesh. Vorranna pulled the blade out and plunged it into his back again. Xorakk threw Jeardra to the ground and spun around. He tried to grab Vorranna’s wrist but she managed to stab him again in his gut. Xorakk screamed in pain and finally managed to grab her wrist. Wrenching the dagger free, he threw it to the ground. Then with his other hand, he went for the other weapon sheathed at his belt, his sword. Xorakk pulled the sword free and plunged it into Vorranna’s chest. She fell to her knees. As Xorakk pulled the blade from her, blood spurted from the wound and she fell to the ground on her face. She was dead before she hit the ground.

Xorakk stumbled. Blood was pouring from his own wounds. He turned, planning to grab Jeardra again but then he fell to his knees. As his vision blurred, Xorakk realized he was losing blood fast. He tried to climb back up. Where was the elf slave? His head darted around as he tried to find, but he couldn’t focus. Suddenly he felt another searing pain in his back. Jeardra stood over him with dagger. Screaming in rage, she began plunging the dagger in and out of Xorakk’s back, over and over. Xorakk roared and tried to spin around. He fell onto his back and Jeardra, still screaming in rage, fell down upon him and continued stabbing his chest and face, not stopping even after Xorakk fell still and silent.

Jeardra was still stabbing the orc and screaming, covered in blood, when two elves on horseback came upon them. One of them jumped off his horse and ran over, sword drawn. When he saw that Xorakk was dead, he sheathed his weapon. He gently took Jeardra and pulled her away. “It is ok, you are rescued,” he said softly to the sobbing elf maiden. As he glanced back at the burning city, he wondered if this was the only living elf maiden still in the vicinity. He was horrified at the suspicion that she likely was.  He turned to the other elf  warrior on horseback.  "They likely took the elf maidens back into the forest.  We will have to hurry."

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Avshera grunted as an orc pounded her mouth and another pounded her cunt in the fuck pit. Her mind was barely aware of what was happening to her. The fuck pit had done its job of breaking her, of shattering her. She barely remembered her old life.  She barely remembered her family.  Her entire existence was being fucked in the pit.  But as the orcs continued fucking her, and other orcs fucked the other slaves, there was suddenly shouting from above the pit.

“Orcs! Stop what you are doing! Start moving the slaves from the pit and get them to the portal!”

Above the pit, Urzkhal was shouting down at the orcs in it. The orcs stopped fucking the slaves and started carrying them up the ladder. Outside of the pit, other orcs were running around and shouting, grabbing their weapons. Next to Urzkhal was a goblin scout. He had reported a massive army of elves was heading their way. Just behind the scout. It would likely reach them within the hour. Urzkhal cursed under his breath. Where was Xorakk? Xorakk had departed with the bulk of their forces.  Urzkhal did not have enough orcs to mount a defense but he would do what he could.  The slaves would be moved from their camp here through the portal into Aegor so that they could not be rescued. But if the scout’s estimates as to the numbers of elves heading their way was true, there was little Urzkhal could do to defend their position. He had just over 200 orcs. The goblin thought there were as many as a few thousand elves. He cursed under his breath again. Foolish Xorakk had disregarded Grimnor’s command to build a fort here around the portal. A fort with fortified walls would have been enough to hold off an elf army and protect their position. Urzkhal realized that Xorakk’s rashness and excessive ambition might turn out to be their doom.  And Urzkhal’s demise.

Avshera’s mind was still hazy but she slowly started to realize she wasn’t being fucked. How long ago had the fucking stopped? She had no idea. Was it night? Was it time to feed? As she looked around, she realized she wasn’t in the pit. And the sun was high in the sky, peeking through the tree canopy.  She had been thrown over an orc’s shoulder. He was hurrying away. Confusion set in for Avshera. What was happening? Where was she being taken?

Draped over the orc’s shoulder, Avshera was facing behind him and she could not see what was happening in front of her. But suddenly, there was a flash of blue light. Suddenly her surroundings completely changed. She was in a forest but it looked different. It was not the same forest.  She heard shouting. “We need to get the slaves secured somewhere! Orcs get through the portal! Elves are coming! An army! We need to hold the portal!” The words barely registered for Avshera, still in her stupor from her weeks in the fuck pit.

(The End of the Tale of Xorakk; to be continued in The Tale of Delsanra...)

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