The Tale of Delsanra: Part 2 – The Quarry

Delsanra and the other new slaves were taken to one of the two quarries in the camp, this one filled with limestone. Already, there were a few dozen slaves, most of them human, working in the quarry and hacking away at rock with pickaxes. The new slaves were given pickaxes and then were made to kneel before orc overseer, who held a whip and had a sour look on his face. “Alright sluts, here is your duty for today. You will help break down limestone in the quarry,” the overseer told the new slaves. “You get the hardest job since you are all fresh. You will break down the large limestone rocks with your pickaxes. Then some of the other slaves will use sledgehammers to break the large chunks down into gravel. And a third group of slaves will transport the gravel to our storage area. If you don’t make your quota, you will be punished! Now get to work sluts!”

The overseer led the slaves over to a wall of rock. He raised his whip and slashed randomly at a few of their backs. Delsanra was one of the unlucky ones targeted and she cried out in pain as the whip cut harshly into her back. “Get to work, sluts!” the orc barked. Delsanra quickly recovered from the pain of the whip and raised the pickaxe before bringing it down hard against the rock wall, chipping away at it, trying to break off a large chunk. After only a few swings, she started to feel the strain in her muscles. She wondered how long she would last today. Or the next day. Or the next week, or the rest of her life. Delsanra continued striking away at the rock, until finally a large chunk broke off and fell to the ground. It rolled, nearly crushing her toes, and she jumped back. As soon as the large chunk of limestone stopped rolling, another slave, this one a human, hurried over. She began hammering into it with a sledge hammer, breaking it down into smaller pieces. The human was skinny. She was covered in sweat and dirt and bruises. She looked miserable and exhausted, but she worked furiously to break the limestone down into small chunks. The nasty welts, cuts, and scars, suggested why she was working so hard in spite of her exhaustion.  She was trying hard to avoid the whip.

There was a loud crack of leather striking flesh. Delsanra screamed in pain as the whip struck her ass hard. She had slowed working as she watched the other slave, and the overseer had noticed. “Get to work, you lazy cunt!” he growled, raising the whip and striking her again, across her back. Crying out, Delsanra raised the pickaxe and returned to her task, hammering away at the stone wall.  Beside her, slaves, both human and elf alike, used pickaxes to break away limestone.

After the human slave had hammered the chunk of limestone into small gravel with her sledgehammer, a pair of human slaves hurried over with a wheelbarrow and two shovels. They began shoveling the gravel into the wheelbarrow. The slave with the sledgehammer moved over to a chunk of limestone that another one of the new slaves had broken away from the rock wall and began pounding that one into gravel.

Delsanra kept working, managing to break off another decent chunk of limestone. As she started back at the wall to break free a third chunk, the slaves wrapped up filling the wheelbarrow and they both struggled to pull it away. The overseer encouraged them to pull harder with a few strikes of the whip against their asses.

The slave with the sledgehammer returned to Delsanra’s side and began hammering at the new chunk of limestone that Delsanra had broken off. She was panting and sweat was pouring off her body. She looked even more exhausted than she had previously. Delsanra herself soon grew exhausted. Her arms felt like they were on fire, from lifting the heavy pickaxe and from repeatedly slamming it into the hard stone. Soon the palms of her hands began to burn and she examined them, seeing they were blistering. As she grew sore and more exhausted, her work slowed. And the overseer noticed this and came over and slashed at Delsanra with the whip.

Delsanra was not the only slave who fell victim to the overseer. All of the slaves, the new ones in particular, were targets of his ire as exhaustion set in and slowed them down. He kept them working at a frantic pace. Delsanra did not know how much longer she could do this. She was so exhausted. Her throat was parched. And she was in so much pain. She turned and whispered to the slave that was hammering away at the chunks of limestone with the sledgehammer. “When do we get a break?” The other slave frowned and looked away, not responding.

Suddenly Delsanra felt an explosion of pain as the whip struck her back hard. She fell to her knees, dropping the pickaxe. “No talking, cunt!” the overseer snarled. He brought the whip down again, then again, over and over, and Delsanra wailed, curling into a fetal position and rolling around, desperate to avoid the whip as it slashed into her flesh. Finally, the orc stopped. “Back to work, slut!” he growled. Sobbing, Delsanra picked up her pickaxe and began hammering away again, trying her best to ignore the pain.

Delsanra did not know how she managed, but she was able to work a few more hours without collapsing, and was fortunate to avoid the whip. Then finally the orc called out, “Alright sluts, time to eat!” The human slave girls dropped their tools and started moving quickly towards the overseer, and the new elf slaves followed. They were led to a trough filled with slave gruel and another with water and the slaves crowded around the troughs. Delsanra dipped her face into the trough of water first and gulped it down. She was too thirsty to care that she was drinking like an animal. And of all the undignified and degraded things she had been subjected to, this hardly registered. Delsanra moved over to the trough of food, pushing her way in and pressing her face into the trough to slurp down the slimy gruel. It was disgusting but she was too famished to care.

The slaves only had a few minutes to eat and drink before the orc overseer shouted, “Back to work, sluts.” Delsanra groaned as she rose and turned to head back to the rock wall, her legs unsteady as she bent down to pick up her pickaxe. She started hammering away once again at the rock wall. As she worked, Delsanra started to feel dizzy and her legs grew shakier. Her arms felt like jelly. She was too exhausted. Too sore. But as she slowed, the overseer hurried over and began slashing at her chest and back with his whip, causing Delsanra to howl and pick up the pace again.

The slaves worked for hours. Sweat poured off Delsanra as she struggled to keep working, the sweat stinging the numerous places that the whip had torn her flesh. She suspected that blood was also dripping down her back along with sweat. The sun began to set and Delsanra prayed that meant their day would be over soon. But the overseer kept them working into the night, for a few hours after the sun had set. It was pitch black before he yelled out. “Sluts, stop working. Time to return to the slave pen!” Delsanra almost started weeping with joy at the announcement that the day was finally over. She struggled to walk as the slaves made their way from the quarry back to the fortress at the center of the slave camp. Once inside, they were led underground to the slave pens. As soon as she approached the pen, Delsanra smelled the rank smell of sweat.  It was overwhelming.  She realized she too must have smelled like that and wondered if they were ever permitted to bathe. In the pens were several hundred slaves, mostly human but also a few elves. They had been assigned other work in the labor camp for the day. But whatever their tasks were, they similarly looked beaten down and exhausted. There was troughs of slave gruel and water and the slaves hungrily ate and drank. After she was done eating, Delsanra collapsed. Almost all of the slaves similarly collapsed; they were all exhausted and broken, especially the new slaves. Delsanra wondered how long they would get to sleep.

Suddenly the door to the pens was pushed open and a handful of orcs filed inside. “Where are the new sluts!” one of them shouted. A few of the human slaves quickly pointed out Delsanra and other new arrivals. The orcs hurried over and grabbed them. “Time to test out your holes, sluts!” one of the orcs said gleefully. Delsanra started to sob. She needed to rest. She needed to recover. She could not take another moment of this. But she had no choice in the matter. Delsanra soon found herself on her back with an orc settling on top of her. She cried out as he forced his cock inside her sore pussy. As he began thrusting away, Delsanra closed her eyes, praying that the orcs would sate their lust quickly so that she might get a little sleep before her next brutal day in this hell began.

……………………

Avshera and Jastira were in the forest, frozen with terror, as they heard someone stampeding in their direction. But thankfully, what emerged from the trees was not orcs. It was three elf maidens, who had also managed to get away from the orcs at the portal. They stopped as soon as they saw Avshera and Jastira. Jastira recognized one of the three elves right away. It was Tilvial, one of the elf maidens that had been taken from Olfe Serine at the same time as Jastira, and who had joined her in the fuck pit after their abduction. The other two introduced themselves. They were named Riniya and Mariona, and they had been warriors stationed at Olfe Serine after Jastita and Tilvial were taken byu the goblins.  They themselves were taken by the orcs when the orcs had sacked the village. And they too had been tossed in the fuck pit after their capture. Hearing that their entire village had subsequently been sacked, Jastira and Tilvial fought back tears, and Avshera the two former warriors did their best to console them. Jastira feared for her father. From what Riniya and Mariona described, he was likely dead. Avshera squeezed Jastira’s hand as her mind wandered to her own family. Avshera had seen all of them killed. It had seemed like a lifetime ago. She had not had time to recover from her shock from their deaths before being tossed in the fuck pit, and the trauma of the fuck pit had quickly overwhelmed her. She had not had any time to mourn her family. But seeing Jastira react to the news of her father brought back the memories of her own family. Tilvial herself had a husband who was likely dead. Tilvial was fortunate that she did not have any children, but she thought of her sister and her niece, wondering where they had been taken. She had not seen them in the fuck pit; they had apparently been taken elsewhere. 

“We should get moving; we should put as much distance between ourselves and those orcs as possible,” Mariona said.

“Where can we even go?” Jastira whimpered. “We are in the orcs’ world. Eventually, the orcs will find us and we will be returned to a fuck pit! I can’t go back!”

“There are humans in this world. Surely not all of them are enslaved. Perhaps we can find some place where there are humans that will protect us. Or maybe there are other beings in this world that will help us.” Riniya offered, trying to sound hopeful.

“And we all heard what the orcs were shouting as they were racing to the portal. An army of elves was marching to the portal. If the elves take the portal and come through it, perhaps we will all be rescued,” Mariona added. Both of the former warriors were clinging to anything that might give them all a reason to hope. The five elf maidens began walking. They had no idea where they were going and so they just kept walking blindly, trying to put as much distance as they could between themselves and the orcs.

After walking for several hours, they heard what sounded like running water. Their throats parched, they hurried in that direction until they found a large stream. The elf maidens all crouched down at the edge of the stream, cupping their hands to collect water and slurp it up.

As Avshera drank, she suddenly heard a sharp cry from Riniya. Avshera spun around, terrified they had been found by orcs, but as she turned around, she did not see any orcs. Then there was a loud splash and Riniya fell into the water. She cried out again and started thrashing around. She seemed to be struggling with something that was holding her ankle underwater. Suddenly, there was an explosion of water around Riniya and monstrous red tentacles snaked up from the water all around her, slithering in their air before they began wrapping around her limbs. Riniya screamed, but her scream was cut short when a tentacle plunged into her throat. Mariona grabbed a stick from the ground and ran into the water and began beating at the tentacles, trying to free her friend. But more tentacles snaked from the depths of the water and seized Mariona as well. She wailed in terror as tentacles began wrapping around her.

Terrified, Avshera, Tilvial, and Jastira backed away from the water’s edge, watching in horror as the red tentacles began pulling Riniya and Mariona underwater. “We have to help them!” Avshera cried as she looked around for something they might use to fight off whatever tentacled creature or creatures were dragging Riniya and Mariona into the depths. But Jastira grabbed Avshera’s arm and pulled her farther away from the water. She had seen how easily the creature had subdued the other two elves, and they had both been warriors. She knew they were helpless to do anything as Riniya and Mariona were pulled completely below the surface of the water and disappeared from their view. It seemed that orcs were not the only danger to them here in the forest. Fighting back tears, the three remaining elf maidens started moving again, keeping their distance from the water’s edge.

……………………

Tiriana, Naesala, Elanalue, and Cellica were led down the road by Sulegzu in their coffle. They did not travel long, only about an hour, before they reached Seleczu’s tavern. “Welcome to your new home, slaves,” Sulegzu said as he took them towards the door. “This is my tavern and inn. You will serve my customers and earn me coin. If you do a good job, you will be fed and you won’t be whipped.” Without waiting for the elves to respond, he pushed the door open and pulled the elf maidens inside. As soon as Tiriana entered, she heard drunken shouting and laughter. As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, she saw that there was a bar and rows of tables with orcs sitting around them. They were all drinking from mugs and a handful of naked human slave girls were hurrying around, serving them.

“I am back and I bring some new cunt! Elf cunt!” Sulegzu called and the orcs and goblins immediately spun around to get a look at the four new slaves. Sulegzu took them straight over to a table in the center of the room. Around it sat four old and wrinkled orcs. “Commander,” he said to one them. “A present for my old brother in arms. What better way to enjoy your retirement than to introduce four new elf cunts to their new lives in my tavern.”

The “Commander” that Sulegzu addressed was named Olog, and Sulegzu and Olog had served together in the orcs’ army their younger days. While Sulegzu had been injured in a battle many years ago and left the army, Olog had risen through the ranks. But he was old now and was finally retiring. His old friend Sulegzu was happy to give him the new slaves for the day as a retirement fight. Plus, he knew that four seasoned warriors would do a good job of breaking them in.

Smiling, Sulegzu unchained the four elf maidens from the coffle and pushed them over to the table of orcs. Olog immediately grabbed Tiriana, looking her up and down. “Thank you, my friend. This one is mine. I always liked the redheads.” He pushed Naesala over to another one of the orcs. “Here Drakrokk, I know you always went for the blondes when we raped and pillaged the human cities.” He turned to another one of the orcs. “And Jomab, you had that pretty raven-haired slave before you killed her. Take this one with the raven hair.” He pushed over Cellica. Then grinning, he turned to the final orc. “And sorry Rhul, you are stuck with the brunette. But she sure has some nice tits.” He shoved Elanalue over to Rhul.

“You cannot do this to us!” Naesala cried and she started thrashing wildly in Drakrokk’s grip. He laughed and pushed her to the floor on her belly. Reaching to his belt he pulled free some rope and bound her ankles and wrists together in a hogtie. Drakrokk loved seeing slaves helpless in bondage. He hauled her up onto his bench so that she was on her belly with her head draped over his lap. Bringing his hand down hard on her ass a few times he growled. “Get used to it, slave. We will do anything we want to you. That is your purpose now. Now get to sucking my cock.” He pushed her head down and Naesala was forced to take his cock into her mouth. Soon her head was bobbing up and down as she licked and sucked away, too scared to refuse and not wanting to be spanked any more.

Jomab stood up. “I would like some privacy with this one. How much for a room upstairs, Sulegzu?” he asked.

“Ten coppers,” Sulegzu replied and Jomab paid him. He started to drag Cellica away towards the stairs.

“Aww, too bashful to fuck your slave in front of us?” Olog called over, laughing, teasing his friend. And then he bent Tiriana over the table, yanked down his pants and positioned behind her. With a hard thrust he drove his cock into her. Seeing his buddies having fun, Rhul grabbed Elanalue and pulled her onto his lap. Holding her hips he pushed his cock into her and then began to pull her up and down, so that she was bouncing, forced to ride his cock.

Olog groaned as he climaxed, dumping his seed inside the sobbing elf. As he pulled out of Tiriana, he held up his mug of ale to offer a toast to his friend.

Still hard, he decided to have a go with another one of Tiriana’s holes. She moaned in dismay as she felt his cock pushing into her anus. Soon he was thrusting away again and the three orcs had the table became loud and boisterous as they fucked the new tavern slaves.

Sulegzu smiled as he watched from behind the bar. He turned to his barkeep, an orc named Zhogrog. “I think my purchase is going to prove profitable.” Zhogrog nodded in agreement. He was eager to use some of his own coin to purchase one of the new elf slaves for a night. Like Sulegzu, Zhogrog was an old warrior, working in the inn now that he was too old to fight. Most of the orcs that frequented the tavern were older orcs. Because of their age, most would not be heading to Elevosia to participate in the invasion. So, the tavern was a good opportunity for them to sample the new elf cunt that everyone was now raving about.

……………………

“Make way!” the orc slaver Udruk called to the young orcs playing in the street as he led the coffle of 10 elf slaves into the orc village of Bhezur. The 10 slaves were all captives from Salelenor. After the orcs had sacked Salelenor, they had acquired around 2000 elf maidens. In order to encourage the various orc clans to send warriors for the invasion, Grimnor had ordered that the slaves be disbursed throughout Aegor so that all of the orcs would get to see and sample a new elf slave. Slavers had all flocked to the sacked human kingdom of Jorshah, eager to get their hands on the elf slaves that had been taken through the portal to be distributed. Most slavers did not get 10 elf maidens from the Salelenor captives, but Udruk was a cousin of the war chieftain Grimnor and he had used that connection to get a few more slaves. In fact, he had already acquired some of the elves captured earlier, in the goblins’ first raids of the elf world. He was eager to get the 10 new slaves trained. Some would be put in a brothel camp but others would be sold at auction. He was eager to see how much coin he would make from elf cunt, especially now before Aegor was flooded with many thousands more elf slaves.

Udruk’s coffle of slaves had a wide assortment of elf maidens. There was Aelrie, a jeweler, who had been forced to carry her store’s jewels in a sack on her back as another spoil of war, as she was led back to the portal. There were Solana and Aravae, two sisters who had been the daughter of a warrior that had died trying to defend the city, and their mother who had been sold off to a different slaver and taken to some other corner of the orc world. There was an archer named Ialantha. She had tried in vain to defend Salelenor from the wall but had been swiftly captured when the city was breached. Most of her fellow warriors had been killed but, being a pretty elf maiden, she faced a very different fate. There was also a leather worker named Selussa. The city’s High Priestess, named Meorise. A scribe named Glynnii. A teacher named Thaola. And two younger elves who had been students in Thaola’s school: Delimira and Amarille. Of course, their pasts were irrelevant now. They had been stripped, collared, and branded. Now they were mere animals and chattel. They were slaves.

The elf slaves looked around fearfully as they were led into the village. By elf standards, the village was primitive. The village was surrounded by walls made of wood. The roads were unpaved, made of dirt and pebbles. The buildings were simple huts made of wood and earth. Salelenor was a small and rather modest city by elf standards. But it seemed like an advanced paradise compared to this primitive village. But orcs were nomadic by tradition. While recent generations had begun to settle in villages, perhaps imitating the humans that they conquered, the villages or cities they set up were spartan, because they might pick up and abandon it, as a clan moved to find better hunting ground for animals to eat or humans to kill and enslave. And orcs believed that luxuries and niceties would leave them weak.

Inside the village, the coffle of slaves passed dozens of orcs. Almost all of them were male and all of them leered at the naked elf maidens as they passed. From the look in their eyes, it was crystal clear what the orcs wanted to do with the pretty elf maidens. There were only a small handful of females in the village, most of them the very young or very old. Any female orc of breeding age was sent to a special breeding camp where she lived a relative life of luxury and fulfilled a critical task for orc society: birthing the next generation of orcs.  Thus, slave cunt was a valuable commodity in the village.  

Young orcs flocked around the coffle of slaves as they were led into the village. A few stepped forward to grope or poke at the slaves as they passed. The young males were quite eager to grope and inspect the new slaves. To be initiated into adulthood, a young male orc would be expected to do two things: kill and take a slave. Until they did, they would not be permitted to use slaves in the brothel camps or fuck pits. These orcs had not yet reached the age to complete those initiations into adulthood, and a passing coffle was a good opportunity to feel some sensuous slave flesh. With their wrists bound behind their backs and chained in the moving coffle, the elf maidens were helpless as hand snaked out to grope their breasts or pinch or swat their asses. But it was a good lesson for them. They were a commodity now and their bodies were available for any orc to touch as he pleased.

Udruk led the elves through the village to the far edge, where his slaver camp was located. The camp itself was walled and one of his slaver apprentices opened the gate so that he could enter with the slaves. Inside the camp were a small handful of apprentices and assistant slavers who were training 8 slaves, 3 of them elves and the rest humans who had been taken from the Kingdom of Jorshah. The ten slaves that Udruk had now would more than double his stock. As he passed, Udruk nodded to one of his assistant slavers, Muzzok, who was training the trio of elves. Udruk tool the new slaves straight to the center of camp, where they would be tied around the camp’s whipping posts. The first lesson that Udruk always gave his slaves was a harsh whipping, so that they understood how helpless and vulnerable they were.

After the coffle of new slaves passed with Udruk, Muzzok turned back to the three slaves he was training. It was Filaurel, Sariandi, and Velayana, all of whom had been taken by goblin scouts after the portal had been opened. They were standing in a line, their hands at the sides, their eyes closed. But as the coffle of new slaves passed, Velayana opened her eyes to look at them, seeing that they were all elves. “Back to your task, slut!” Muzzok growled.

Velayana quickly closed her eyes. “I beg forgiveness, Master,” she whimpered. She focused on her task and thought about an orc thrusting into her from behind, slapping her ass. Not enough to hurt too bad, but enough to sting. The thought turned her on. And that was her task. The three slaves had been commanded to “juice up” meaning that they had to get their pussies wet with arousal. Except as they had advanced in their training, they were no longer allowed to use their hands to pleasure themselves or touch themselves in any other way. They were required to keep their hand at their sides and they had to grow aroused by just their thoughts. Velayana continued fantasizing about an orc fucking her. It was working. She could a growing tingle deep in her loins. She could smell the musky smell of arousal but was it her own or the other two slaves she wondered? She felt herself growing wet but she hoped it was wet enough. The slave whose cunt was least slick with arousal would be punished.

After a couple more minutes, Muzzok decided time was up. He stepped forward and thrust his hand between Velayana’s parted thighs, shoving a couple fingers into her cunt and swirling them around to test her wetness. She was quite wet. And she moaned softly as his fingers thrusted into her. Muzzok pulled his hands from the slave’s slick cunt and wiped his hand off on her belly. He moved down the line and did the same with Sariandi. Then Filaurel. All three were quite wet with arousal. Muzzok could not decide which one had lost the contest. So, he decided to make it Velayana, since she had distracted herself by watching the other slaves arriving. “You, report to the center of camp to be whipped,” he growled to Velayana. “And you two, worship my cock,” he ordered the other two.

“Yes, Master,” all three said in unison. Velayana obediently headed off to be whipped. Screams rang out from the center of the camp and Muzzok knew that the new slaves were being whipped. Velayana’s screams would soon join theirs. The other two slaves fell to their knees at his feet and together began running their tongues up and down his shaft and swirling them around his balls. Muzzok grinned. All three slaves were coming along quite well in their training. He looked forward to breaking in the new ones.

(End of Part 2, to be continued...)

All of the art depicted on my blog is by the artist, MercyMagnet. Please support this talented artist by viewing and subscribing to his Subscribestar page.

I am just a fan that has been inspired by his amazing art to write some short stories. Please enjoy and please support MercyMagnet so he can continue making great art!