The Tale of Delsanra: Part 1 – The Labor Camp

All around Avshera was chaos. Orcs were yelling and racing toward the blue portal, weapons drawn. The armed orcs ran through the portal and each disappeared with a flash of blue light. Avshera assumed they had exited through the other end back into Elevosia. It seemed that an army of elves had arrived at the orcs’ camp in the Great Forest. Avshera and the other slaves from the fuck pit had been hurriedly evacuated through the portal into this strange, alien world, and orcs from this world were racing through the portal into Elevosia to fight back the elves. An orc who seemed to be some kind of war chieftain of the orc horde had arrived with a number of warriors, and other panicked orcs had frantically told him that they were struggling to hold the portal. The chieftain had raced through the portal with his orcs to join the fray. Now the surrounding area was almost empty of orcs, as nearly any available orc had gone through the portal to defend it from the other side.

The slaves from the fuck pit had been herded into an area, and a small handful of orcs stood guard around them. Avshera lay on the ground. She was exhausted and sore, and her mind barely worked, from her weeks in the fuck pit. But elves were durable and they recovered quickly. For the first time since first being tossed in the fuck pit, Avshera’s day was free from being ravaged and abused by orcs. After a few hours, as Avshera sat in the sunlight that peaked in through the trees, her mind started to clear. She sat up and looked around at the other huddled elf maidens. A few were whispering to each other, but Avshera could not hear their words.

Avshera took in her surroundings. They were gathered next to the strange blue portal, and in front of them, a short distance away, was a large walled compound. Around them, the forest had been cleared.  There were large crates scattered about, which Avshera assumed were supplies that the orcs had intended to take through the portal into Elevosia. Beyond their immediate vicinity was what appeared to be a dense forest. But for the walled compound and the fact that they had walked through that portal, Avshera would have assumed they were still in the Great Forest. She looked toward the portal and wondered what was happening in Elevosia. Had the elven army arrived? Were they pushing back the orcs? Avshera prayed that elves would come streaming through the portal to rescue them. But as more time passed, neither orc nor elf entered or exited through the portal. Avshera glanced at the orcs that were guarding them, and they too were staring nervously at the portal.  It seemed they were likewise wondering what was happening on the other side.

As Avshera continued to take in her surroundings, suddenly there was shouting. A few of the elf maidens had suddenly taken off and started to run in the direction of the forest, attempting to escape. The handful of orcs quickly ran over to intercept them. But as the orcs moved away, more of the elf maidens began running. There were not enough orcs to corral them. Avshera climbed to her feet, looking around in confusion as all around her, elf maidens scattered and the orcs tried to stop them. A few of the elf maidens ran in the direction of the portal. But the orcs quickly cut them off, standing around the portal and grabbing any elf maiden that came near. But as the orcs moved to keep any elves from escaping through the portal, there were less orcs to corral the scattering elves, many of whom started running into the forest.  The small number of orcs that were available to give chase did so, roaring in anger as they tried to recapture the escaping slaves.

A hand suddenly grabbed Avshera’s. It was another elf. She started pulling her. “Let’s go!” she cried. Suddenly Avshera found herself running, half dragged by the other elf. They ran between rows of crates and suddenly the other elf stopped in her tracks and pulled Avshera behind a crate. In front of them, an orc sprinted past, towards other fleeing elf maidens. 

He had not spotted Avshera or the other elf. After he passed, the elf pulled Avshera again and they moved away from the crates towards the forest.

Avshera and the other elf kept running until they were deep in the woods. When they finally stopped running, the other elf stopped in her tracks and tried to catch her breath. Avshera looked around. She had no idea where to go. They were in a strange new world. In the middle of a strange forest.  Avshera turned to the elf. “Thank you,” she whispered. “My name is Avshera, what is yours?”

“Jastira,” the other elf replied. She was about to say something more but suddenly they heard something crashing through the forest. Someone was coming fast in their direction.

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Shanaera struggled to swing the pickaxe. She was exhausted and sore. Shanaera was in the quarry being forced to mine for iron ore. She and the other slaves in the quarry had been worked hard all day, orcs and goblin overseers with whips slashing at them to keep them working. As Shanaera struggled to keep up the hard pace, sweat poured down her body, stinging her back and rear and breasts where she had been lashed with the whip. The sour smell of sweat filled the air, from all the slaves who had been forced to work under the hot sun.

This had been Shanaera’s life ever since she had arrived at the labor camp. How many weeks had it been?  She had lost count. Every day was the same.  Before the sun had even begun to rise, Shanaera and the other slaves were awoken. They were given a few minutes to eat slave gruel and drink water before they were put to work. There were various jobs at the labor camp but most of the slaves were usually put to work in one of the quarries, either mining for iron ore or breaking down limestone. The slaves were worked hard all morning until the sun had reached its highpoint and then they were given a brief break and allowed more water and slave gruel. Then it was back to work through the rest of the day and well into the night. Then more gruel and water and a few hours of sleep before the routine started over.

Most of the slaves were human but there were a handful of elves, and more elves seemed to arrive by the day. The human women seemed not to have the strength and endurance that the elves had, and many fell during the hard days and didn’t get back up. They were dragged away and were never seen again. There were rumors that they were butchered and added to the slave gruel. And indeed, while normally the slave gruel had chunks of fish, sometimes it had some other meat that Shanaera could not identify. She didn’t like to think about it.

The elf maidens were more durable for labor than the humans, but their lives in the labor camp were arguably worse. Guards frequently picked elves at random to spend the night in the barracks, meaning they would spend the entire night getting ravaged. Even if they were not selected for ravishment by the guards, the human slaves also resented the elves and the elves frequently found themselves the targets for abuse by the human slaves when they were in their slave pen at night. The constant abuse by guards and human slaves alike meant that the elf slaves frequently got little to no rest before the next day started. Which meant that the backbreaking labor they were forced to do was that much harder. And yet, the orcs did not cut the exhausted elves any slack. The enslaved elf maidens were driven hard with whips and all the slaves were punished if they did not meet the excessively high quotas that they were expected to meet every day. Which in turn earned more resentment and ire from the human slaves, who blamed the elf maidens that were too exhausted to work for the punishments they all received. It was a hellish cycle that repeated itself endlessly.

Every day was a miserable nightmare. Shanaera’s whole body ached and she suffered from sheer exhaustion. After being captured, the orcs and goblins had managed to break her, bring out her submissive side, and force her to accept that she was a slave. She had even started to crave being fucked by her orc Masters. But after all that, she had instead been cruelly dealt this fate. And there was no adjusting to this nightmare. There was no embracing it.  Life in a labor camp was pure hell.

The only thing Shanaera could do was pray for the little things. Rain to wash some of the filth and sweat off her body. Clouds to keep the hot sun from baring down on her naked flesh. Being assigned a task for the day that was comparatively less exhausting. A little extra slave gruel. Getting a few hours at night to sleep without being ravaged by orcs or abused by the human slaves. These small things were the most she could hope for in this hellish existence.

The whip slashed hard into Shanaera’s ass, causing her to scream in pain. “Faster slut!” an orc overseer yelled. Shanaera doubled her efforts, swinging the pickaxe to clear away rock and earth, hoping to find a layer of iron ore underneath. Another pained scream rang out beside her as the whip slashed at Axilya’s back. She was another elf maiden who had been captured around the same time as Shanaera. Shanaera remembered well the day they had all been sent from the camp at the portal to the labor camp. Shanaera remembered the human slave Isamayla as well, but Shanaera had not seen her in weeks. Shanaera suspected she had not survived. Human slaves died from being overworked all too frequently. But the orcs were bringing in more and more elves.

As that thought crossed Shanaera’s mind, and as if on cue, there was a shout of some orcs and Shanaera turned to see a coffle of more than a dozen slaves being driven with whips in their direction. New arrivals. All elves by the look of it. As they drew near, Shanaera’s eyes widened. She recognized a handful of them. They were all elf maidens that had been warriors in Argothrond, just like her. Shanaera recognized one in particular, Delsanra. Delsanra was a few years younger than her and had been a skilled warrior. If more warriors were being brought here, it must mean that the orcs had started their invasion of Elevosia, Shanaera assumed. She wondered how many elves she knew were dead or captured.

 The whip sliced into her back again and Shanaera cried out in pain. She turned and got back to work, struggling to swing the pickaxe. She was not sure how she would be able to work even another hour, and she knew she had many hours to go before their day was over.

As the coffle of fifteen new labor slaves were led into the camp, Delsanra struggled to stay on her feet. All of them were former female warriors from Argothrond, captured after the orcs had ambushed and defeated them in the Great Forest. They had been forced to walk all day, and the day before that, and countless days before that. And at night, the orcs and goblins escorting them had frequently ravaged them. So Delsanra was exhausted and sore. And as she looked at the slaves working in the labor camp, working in a large quarry, she realized that their arrival at the camp would not provide any opportunity to recover. The labor slaves were covered in filth and cuts and welts from being whipped. They were clearly exhausted, and many were clearly weak, barely able to stand. Indeed, as she observed them, one of the slaves in the quarry, a human woman, collapsed, unable to work anymore. An orc savagely whipped her, but she barely reacted as the whip rained down on her flesh. She appeared to be half dead. Delsanra watched as she was dragged away.  As she was dragged off, many of the other slaves pushed through their pain and began working harder.  It seemed they were scared of sharing her fate.

Delsanra fought to hold herself together. It was clear that her life would be a nightmare in this camp. And she had no prayer of ever being rescued. The captured elves had been taken through a strange portal to this world of the orcs, and marched for many days. No one in Elevosia would ever be able to find them here, even if the elves somehow managed to fight back the orcs in their own world. “Move sluts!” an orc barked and he slashed at the coffle with his whip. The fifteen slaves picked up their pace, moving through the camp.

The “camp” was not really a camp; it was a vast, sprawling territory with several quarries for mining and fields for growing crops. At the center was a large stone fortress. Delsanra and the other new labor slaves were led inside. Once inside, they were led to a large room in the center and were forced to kneel. Delsanra quickly fell to her knees and parted them widely, as a slave was required to do. She had been so degraded and abused since her capture that she was no longer humiliated to kneel like this. In fact, she was simply relieved to finally be off her feet.

An orc entered the room and stood in front of the kneeling slaves. “Sluts!” he barked. “My name is Ralfor and I am the head overseer here at the camp. You sluts have been given to me for use by the orc horde for labor. You will work hard or you will be whipped. If you still do not work hard, you will be killed. So, I suggest you work hard. Every day you will be grouped with other slaves and put on a task. Most will either work to mine limestone or iron ore in our quarries, or you will work our fields. But there are other tasks too and you will do everything and anything that is commanded of you. You will have a quota to meet every day to avoid being whipped. And to earn your slave gruel. At night, you will be brought back here and allowed to rest in the slave pens underground. As slaves, your absolute obedience is expected. And as slaves, you will at all times be pleasing. Which for you means working hard. Or occasionally offering your cunts, asses, and mouths for me or the other overseers. That is all you need to know. You will learn the other rules along the way.” He turned to another orc. “Alright get these sluts to work in one of the quarries.”

The orc nodded and brandished his whip. “Up sluts and get moving!” he barked. Delsanra and other slaves reluctantly rose to their feet. As the orc slashed at their rears with the whip, they hurried back out of the fort. Their first day as labor slaves had begun.

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Tiriana winced as an orc slashed his whip at the coffle of slaves, striking a slave behind her, and causing the other slave to cry out in pain. The captive elf maidens from Olfe Serine had been marched from Elevosia to the portal into the orcs’ world. They were branded and then had been marched for many days. They had been led from a vast forest and were now walking down a road through the countryside The orc warriors escorting them told them they were being sent to a slaver camp to be trained.

A few slaves down the line of slaves in the coffle was Tiriana’s mother, Ghilanna, and Tiriana watched her stumble but she managed to stay on her feet. All of the elf maidens were exhausted, and Tiriana assumed her mother’s feet hurt just as badly as her own did. But they had to push through their exhaustion and pain, and keep moving to avoid the slash of the whip.

As they were marched down a road, they passed many orcs who were travelling in the opposite direction, back in the direction that the captives from Olfe Serine had come from. The orcs were warriors, all armed and marching in formation. Tiriana wondered if they were all on their way to Elevosia. If so, it meant that many other elves would soon face the same fate that the elves of Olfe Serine had suffered. The coffle of elf maidens also passed other slaves, all human women. It seemed the orcs had many human slaves in this world. Tiriana had gathered that the orcs had raided Elevosia to increase their stock of slaves. As they passed these human women, Tiriana wondered if she was doomed to spend the rest of her life as a slave, like these humans. She had no idea how she might ever escape such a fate, in this alien world.

As they continued marching down the road, they passed a lone orc. He was not armed like most of the others. The orc stopped and eyed the elves curiously. Then he called out to the orc warriors that were escorting the slave coffle. “Warriors! Are any of these sluts for sale?” he called.

“Halt!” one of the orc warriors commanded to the slaves and then he stepped over to the orc that had called to them. “Depends. What you need them for and how much you willing to pay?”

“My name is Sulegzu Boneflesh,” he replied. “I own a tavern and travelers inn just down the road. A few of my slave girls died and I am looking to replenish my stock. I hear elf cunt is much more durable than human cunt. I’d pay a good price to take a few off of you.”

“Well, feel free to examine them. I will sell you up to four. The rest are being sent to one of our slaver camps in Edgremmudh.” He turned to the coffle of slaves. “Sluts, display!” he commanded sternly. The elf maidens reluctantly but obediently complied, getting into the display position they had been taught, standing straight with their legs apart, their chests thrust out, and their hands interlocked behind their heads.

Sulegzu moved down the line, intimately inspecting the elf maidens. When he reached Tiriana, he squeezed her breasts and ass before forcing her mouth open to check her teeth. Then he slipped his hand between her parted thighs and Tiriana grunted as he pushed a finger and then two into her sex. Tiriana’s cheeks blushed and her eyes teared up but she did not try to pull away or resist. She knew better than to resist and she was growing sadly accustomed to such treatment by the orcs.

Sulegzu slid his fingers in and out of Tiriana’s sex a few times before he pulled his hand free and held it up, inspecting it. His fingers were glistening from Tiriana’s juices. Sulegzu sniffed his finger and then licked then, nodding approvingly. He wiped his fingers clean on Tiriana’s tits before he turned to the warrior. “She juices up well.  How much for this one?”

The orc warrior considered and then replied, “I will sell you any of them for 2 gold coins each.” Sulegzu pondered the offer and then nodded. “Deal.” The warrior stepped forward and unchained Tiriana and removed her from the coffle. He shoved her forward towards Sulegzu. A wail rang out. It was Ghilanna, devastated to see her daughter being selected, and realizing it meant they were being separated. “Kneel,” Sulegzu commanded to Tiriana and she complied, crying as she did. She too realized she was being separated from her mother.

“Please take me too!” Ghilanna cried. “That is my daughter; do not separate us!” Another one of the orc warriors stepped forward to backhand Ghilanna hard across her cheek and she fell silent. Sulegzu moved down the coffle of slaves, examining them. He eventually selected Naesala.  He then selected two more: Elanalue and Cellica, both elves that were about the same age as Naesala and Tiriana.  It seemed Sulegzu preferred younger slaves for his brothel.

Sulegzu paid the warrior 8 gold pieces, and the deal was done. Tiriana and the other three elves were coffled together by their collars. Their wrists were bound behind their backs, to make escape that much more difficult.  Tiriana was in the front and Sulegzu added a leash to her collar. “Come sluts, lets get you to my tavern so you can begin to learn how to serve my customers,” he said and he yanked the leash. The four young elf maidens had no choice but to follow along down the road as Sulegzu led them away.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)

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