The Tale of Xorakk: Part 8 – The Elf Warriors' Camp

The sun was setting and Xorakk and his army of orcs were on the edge of the Great Forest, just south of Olfe Serine. Xorakk was waiting for a report from the goblin scouts who were scoping out Olfe Serine. While he waited, he was passing the time by whipping his latest human slave toy, Vorranna, who had been strung up under a tree branch. Vorranna was gagged and she let out pained, muffled screams each time the whip struck her back, ass, or tits. Xorakk had gagged Vorranna so that her screams would not alert any elves. However, they were far enough into the forest that no one from Olfe Serine would have heard her anyway.

Vorranna had not done anything to earn a punishment; Xorakk just loved tormenting slaves in general, and her specifically. He loved driving home to slaves how helpless they were. And watching them thrash around in agony was a sadistic pleasure for him. As Xorakk brought the whip down hard against Vorranna’s ass, the goblins returned. Xorakk dropped the whip so he could give them his full attention. “So, what are their defenses?” he asked.

One of the goblins stepped forward to address Xorakk. “Almost none. They have a camp of about 25 warriors stationed just outside the village. About 20 males, give or take a couple, and 5 females. They have been there ever since Vagrat abducted a few of the elf cunts from the village. At night, a couple of them patrol in the village and the rest stay in their camp. Inside the village itself is about 300 elves, a mix of men and women, young and old. None of them are trained warriors.”

Xorakk nodded. “We will take the camp of warriors first. Then we will be free to rape and pillage the village.” Xorakk gathered his men. It was time to launch their attack.

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The elf maiden warrior Geminara stood post with two male warriors, Khidell and Ilphas, on the southern edge of their camp. Two warriors were always posted outside their camp, facing the forest. Two others would be patrolling inside the village itself, a few hundred yards away. They were part of a unit of 25 warriors that had been stationed in Olfe Serine after elves there had gone missing and were presumed abducted. By goblins supposedly, or at least that was the rumor flying around. Geminara didn’t really believe it. There had not been goblins in Elevosia for thousands of years.  On the other hand, 500 warriors from her kingdom had marched into the Great Forest. Clearly something was in that forest that was considered a danger, or at least that is what the leaders of Argothrond believed. But neither the crown nor the military had kept Geminara’s unit in the loop. The unit just followed their orders and stationed outside of Olfe Serine.

But Geminara and her unit had been here several weeks, with no sign of danger or anything suspicious. It was therefore not an exciting assignment, but few assignments were. There had been peace and tranquility between the elven kingdoms in Elevosia for centuries. Of course, if it was really true that goblins had returned to Elevosia after being killed off or vanquished millennia ago, then the centuries of mundane peace were about to end. But Geminara seriously doubted that. It would turn out to be outlaws or something. Whoever they were, the regiment of 500 warriors from Argothrond would deal with them.

“Alright, I am going to bed. Stay alert,” she told the other two warriors, half-jokingly, as there had not been anything to be alert about. Geminara was an officer and so she got to go to bed while the other two had to stand duty watching the forest for what was likely a nonexistent or greatly exaggerated threat. Being an officer, she also got her own tent. She returned to her tent and went to sleep, ready for yet another boring and mundane day to begin the next morning.

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At first light, Khidell and Ilphas had reached the end of their shift. Two female elves, Mariona and Riniya, arrived to replace them. “Anything we should know about?” Mariona asked.

“A loud owl was annoying us,” Khidell replied, smirking. “But he shut up; I guess the bastard is going to sleep now that the sun is about to rise. Alright, we are going to sleep too. Enjoy your post and keep us safe from the owls and the deer.” Khidell laughed at his own joke and then he and Ilphas retreated to their tent to catch a few hours of sleep.

Mariona and Riniya had guard duty now. They stood guard and conversed in soft voices. After a few minutes they heard the cracking of twigs. They glanced towards the forest. “You hear that?” Mariona asked.

“Deer, I am sure,” Riniya replied. Mariona nodded but she began to move toward the tree line, just to make sure. As they reached the edge of the forest, they did not hear the noise again. It was still too dark to see into the forest. Mariona shrugged and they were about to turn around when suddenly a half dozen figures burst through the tree line, only ten yards in front of them. Riniya and Mariona had no time to react. Before they could draw their weapons, the figures were upon them. Riniya tried to shout, to alert the camp but a hand was clamped over her mouth. Another hand clamped over Mariona’s mouth, silencing both elves. To the elves’ horror, they realized that what had burst through the forest wasn’t deer or owls. It wasn’t even goblins. It was orcs. The orcs began to drag Mariona and Riniya back into the forest. The thrashed wildly, truing to free themselves but they were outnumbered and overpowered. As the orcs dragged them into the woods, the elves saw there were hundreds of orcs. All with their weapons drawn, all facing the edge of the woods. They were readying an assault on the elf warriors’ camp. And Riniya and Mariona had been unable to warn them.

The elf maidens did not have long to dwell on their failure. Soon, they had their own plights to worry about. Their orc captors gagged the elves’ mouths and drew blades which they used to slice off their clothing. 

 As Riniya and Mariona protested through their gags and struggled to try and free themselves from the orcs’ grasps, they suddenly found themselves pushed over a felled tree, bent over it with their asses in the air. And in the next moment, both elves screamed into their gags as orcs positioned behind them and began to brutally fuck them. Both were receiving their rough introduction to their new lives as slaves.

The orcs moved silently out of the forest to the camp. It was still early. The sun had not yet risen above the horizon and the elf warriors were all still sleeping, spread out in 6 tents. The orcs divided up, weapons drawn, several orcs lining up at each tent. They attacked simultaneously. The orcs threw open the tents and charged inside stabbing any male elves they found inside with sword and dagger. Dying screams began ringing out as the elves were slaughtered.

Xorakk himself was part of the raid. He enjoyed killing, especially enemy warriors. As another orc threw open the flap to one of the tents, Xorakk charged in. He plunged his sword into a sleeping male elf’s chest. His dying scream awoke his tentmates. Xorakk thrust his blade into the chest of the 2nd elf as he was waking. A third elf shouted in shock and surprise to find a massive orc in their tent killing his mates. His shout turned to a shriek as Xorakk’s sword stabbed through his chest. The fourth and final elf in the tent had time to reach for his weapon. But before he could raise it, Xorakk sliced his arm off cleanly with his sword. He then stabbed his sword through the elf’s throat. All of the elves in the tent were dead.

One tent was shared by two female elves, Pyria and Aleratha. As a handful or orcs poured into their tent and saw that they were females, they did not kill them. Instead, Pyria and Aleratha were dragged from their tent. The same happened to Geminara. As Xorakk stepped from the tent he had taken, covered in elf blood, he saw orcs gagging the three elf maidens so that they could not shout and alert Olfe Serine. Once gagged, they were quickly stripped and their wrists were bound. An orc thrust Geminara forward. “This one had her own tent,” he announced to Xorakk.

“Are you an officer, elf?” Xorakk asked her, and Geminara nodded. “Then I shall be the first one to fuck you. Enjoy the other two, men,” Xorakk said as he grabbed Geminara and threw her to the ground. Soon, the orcs were ravaging their three captives, driving their cocks into their cunts and asses. Mariona and Riniya were eventually brought into the camp from the forest. They were already well-ravaged with orc cum leaking from their swollen orifices and dripping down their thighs. They there thrown onto the ground in the middle of the camp next to the other three elf maidens and the ravaging of all of them continued.

After Xorakk had finished dumping his load into Geminara, he pulled up his pants and stood up. The five elves were locked into slave yokes and chained together in a slave coffle.

Soon the new slaves would be sent to the portal and the orcs’ war camp there. But not yet. Xorakk glanced towards Olfe Serine, which was a few hundred yards from the camp. It looked peaceful and tranquil, as the sun began to rise over the horizon. It would not be for much longer. It was time to raid. Xorakk knew they would find way more than five elf cunts in the village. They were about to drastically increase their herd of slaves.

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Avshera’s eyes slowly opened. The air was cool and she shivered. The sun was beginning to rise, or so Avshera assumed as light trickled into the pit. It was hard to tell the exact time from the bottom of the pit. They could only see the sun from the pit when it was at its high point in the sky. Avera groaned. She was so sore. She had been in the fuck pit a few days now. But it seemed like a century. As Avshera glanced down at her trembling body, she saw what a mess she was. She was caked in dirt and dried cum. Her orifices were swollen and red, and still leaking cum. She knew she must reek of sweat and sex, but the whole pit smelled that way.

Virtually every waking moment had been spent being brutally fucked by orc after orc. It only stopped late in the night, when the elves were allowed to eat slave gruel and drink water from a large trough that had been placed in the pit. Then they were allowed a few hours of sleep before the morning came and the brutal fucking resumed. Avshera whimpered. Morning had arrived. Soon, the rope ladder would be lowered into the pit and the orcs would start coming down to fuck the slaves. Maybe she still had a few minutes. Maybe an hour. But it was coming. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. But in spite of her sheer exhaustion, she was unable to fall back asleep. She was too anxious and too sore.

It was only a few minutes before the ladder lowered. The elves that were awake heard it fall and many began to cry, knowing what was coming. This woke up the rest, and soon most were crying or moaning, terrified and dismayed that their next day of hell had begun. Orcs started to file down into the pit, eager for a quick fuck before breakfast. Or to get in a fuck before the line got too long. There were only two dozen elves and a few hundred orcs, so getting there early was key.

Avshera prayed that the handful of orcs that came down chose other elves to fuck. She was lucky and they happened to choose other elves. Those elves soon found themselves on their backs or on their hands and knees as an orc thrusted into the hole of his choice.

Avshera crawled over to the trough and drank some water. She wanted to eat some gruel but there was none left. She leaned against the empty trough and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sounds of crying and whimpering elves, orcs grunting, and flesh slapping against flesh. She waited until it was inevitably her turn.

As she waited, she wondered if her mother and brother and father were together in the afterlife. She wondered when her own death would come. Would she live her entire natural life? Her lip trembled at that thought. The last few days had been unimaginably horrendous. She had no idea how she could bare to do this for another day, let alone centuries. But would she last that long? How long would she survive undergoing such hard abuse?  She had no idea.

Avshera’s thoughts were interrupted when an orc grabbed her hair. She was thrown unto her hands and knees and an orc positioned behind her. Avshera closed her eyes and readied for another long day of her hell to begin.

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Yalanue fought back tears. She had been held captive by the orcs Kramakh and Uragthmuk for a couple days now. They had forced Ailmar to fuck her several times a day. Well, ‘forced’ was probably not the right word. He seemed to be enjoying it. Of course, fucking Yalanue to get her pregnant was the only thing keeping him alive. So maybe that was why he seemed so enthusiastic every time he thrusted into her. But Yalanue suspected it was more than that, and that he just enjoyed fucking her.

Yalanue was sure she was pregnant by now. Unless there was something wrong with her and she was barren, it was almost a certainty. Breeding potion was very potent and an elf maiden was virtually guaranteed to get pregnant if she was inseminated only a few times. And each time Ailmar fucked her, it further eliminated any sliver of hope that she had that she was not pregnant. She was being bred like an animal, and both she and her offspring were doomed. Any daughters would end up slaves like her. Any sons would be brutally killed after she gave birth to them. The thought was too much to bear.

But at the moment, Yalanue had other things to focus on than being fucked by Ailmar or the fate of her babies. She was on her knees in front of Kramakh, with his erect cock in front of her face. “Alright slut, suck my cock,” Kramakh commanded. Since her capture, the orcs had not fucked her pussy. They wanted to make sure that was saved for Ailmar. But they were eager to use her mouth and ass. And they had come up with a devious way to train her to use her mouth to pleasure their cocks. If she sucked their cocks well, they would not fuck her ass and punish her. And so Yalanue had a choice to make. Degrade herself by giving these vile orcs enthusiastic blowjobs, or refusing and getting fucked in the ass, which was quite the painful ordeal. And the punishments she received were even more painful. The orcs would cut a thin branch from a tree or a sapling and cane her ass or breasts until she was sobbing.

So for Yalanue, it was no real choice. Yalanue quickly leaned in and took his cock into her mouth until it filled her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and got to work, her head bobbing up and down as she stroked at it with her tongue. After a minute she began to add suction with her mouth and the orc groaned, enjoying the sensation. Over the past couple of days, Yalanue had gotten much better at sucking cock, in her desperate effort to avoid being caned or sodomized.

Kramakh began thrusting his hips, pumping his cock into her mouth a bit faster and Yalanue struggled not to gag, her eyes watering, as he began pounding her throat. She knew if she gagged and lurched, or even worse, scraped his cock with her teeth, she would likely end up getting viciously caned and fucked in the ass. Yalanue tried to breathe through her nose and continue using her tongue and mouth to pleasure his cock. Thankfully, Kramakh did not last much longer. He drove his cock into the back of her throat and groaned as his cock began spurting down her throat and filling her mouth with his cum. Yalanue struggled, but she managed to swallow it all.

As Kramakh withdrew his cock, Yalanue was sure to suck and lick it clean of any cum, as she had been taught. One orc down and one to go. And Uragthmuk gave her no time to catch her breath. He grabbed her head and forced his cock into her mouth. Uragthmuk liked Yalanue to use her hand as well, so he licked and sucked at the head of his cock while she pumped the shaft with her hand. Soon she was jerking and sucking his cock at a rapid pace, drool spilling down her chin.

“Use more tongue, slut,” Uragthmuk ordered and Yalanue stuck out her tongue so that it glided up and down his shaft and around the head of his cock as her head bobbed up and down. She moved back to sucking and licking the head of his cock and her hand started to pump the shaft again. Drool continued to spill down her chin until her tits were shiny with her saliva. Uragthmuk grunted loudly and tensed up as he came full force into her mouth. He pulled her head back so that the next blasts of cum coated her face. When he finished, he pushed Yalanue away and looked to Kramakh. “Well, we both came so I guess she avoids being fucked in the ass. But was she good enough to avoid having her ass beaten?” Both orcs pondered and Yalanue closed her eyes and prayed she had avoided a caning.

“Eh, she did fine enough, I suppose,” Kramakh remarked, and Yalanue breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright slut on all fours and present your cunt to the male elf so he can fuck you again.”

Yalanue whimpered and fought back more tears. She had avoided sodomy or a beating but the breeding would continue. She got into her position, her ass jutting out and her thighs parted to present her pussy to Ailmar, as tears began to slide down her cheeks.

Ailmar quickly got into position behind her. He was already erect and without any delay he pushed his cock inside her cunt. Ailmar moaned in pleasure as he began pumping his cock into her, quickly picking up speed. Yalanue knelt on all fours and just prayed it was over soon. Thankfully, Ailmar never lasted long. He let out a long groan as his cock erupted, sending streams of his seed bathing the walls of her pussy and deep into her womb. When he was finished cumming, he rolled onto the ground to catch his breath, and Yalanue rolled onto her back with her legs and hips lifted up so that the cum would not leak out of her slit, as the orcs made her do every time.

One more load of Ailmar’s cum inside her, making it that much more likely she was pregnant now. After they had let her womb soak in cum for a while, the orcs hauled up Yalanue and locked a chain to her collar. They forced her to start walking as the other orc pulled Ailmar by a chain attached to his collar.

It was time to continue on their journey to Olfe Serine. Yalanue struggled not to cry. She knew weakness would only earn mocking or further torment from the orcs. She wondered if she could escape. She had to. If she was pregnant, she would not put her babies at the mercy of these monsters. She knew that no mercy would be given. She was not yet showing any signs of pregnancy but already a motherly instinct had kicked in. She wondered how she might possibly manage to escape these evil orcs’ clutches.

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Not far away, in the city of Salelenor, another young elf maiden was having a very different reaction to her pregnancy. As Jeardra left the physician after her latest checkup, she was the happiest she had ever been in her life. She could not wait to start her family with Erlathan. As she walked home, she suddenly felt the sensation like she was being watched. But she quickly cast the thought aside. She was too happy to be anxious or paranoid.

In the alley hidden behind some discarded crates, the pair of goblins watched the road and Jeardra as she passed. “The elf cunts in this city sure are hot,” the one goblin remarked to his friend.

The other goblin nodded. “It is only a matter of time before Xorakk shows up and we get to see what they look like stripped naked with collars on their neck. I can’t wat to fuck them!” he gleefully replied.

(End of Part 8, to be continued...)

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