The Tale of Delsanra: Part 3 – Punishment

It was Delsanra’s second day at the labor camp. The sun had fallen and she prayed that they would be allowed to head back to the slave pen soon. Today, she and the new slaves had been sent to work in the iron ore quarry. It was a different quarry from the limestone quarry she had worked in the day prior, but the task she had been given was the same. Delsanra had spent the day hacking at stone with a pickaxe. 

She thought the prior day was hell but today was so much worse. She had only been permitted a couple hours of sleep, after the orcs all tired of fucking her and the other new slaves. And while she had been sore the day before, when she had awoken the next morning, her muscles absolutely throbbed. She could barely bend her arms, and any time she did, she felt a sharp, burning pain. Delsanra’s hands were so blistered that she could not grip the pickaxe without feeling intense, stinging pain. But once in the quarry, she had a choice: work through the intense pain in her muscles and hands, or feel the even more agonizing pain of the whip biting into the tender flesh of her back and ass. Eventually, her muscles stretched somewhat as she hacked away at the stone and this lessened the pain a little. But the pain was still unbearable. And the pain was not her only obstacle. On this second day, with so little sleep or recovery, her exhaustion was even more overwhelming. She thought she would collapse before lunchtime. But every time she felt herself wobbling, the whip sliced into her back and the intense pain caused adrenaline to course through her. The burst of energy coupled with her fear of the whip was enough to keep her going.

But by the end of the day, not even the adrenaline helped. As Delsanra struggled to keep working, her feet wobbled and she almost collapsed. She winced, ready for the overseer to race over and whip her for slowing at her task, but thankfully he was in another area of the quarry, whipping other slaves. With her sore, blistered hands, Delsanra raised her pickaxe and swung again at the rock wall. The pickaxe glanced off the rock, barely chipping into the hard rock. She simply didn’t have the energy to swing the pickaxe anymore. Beside her, an elf collapsed. It was her friend Imizael, a fellow warrior that had been captured at the same time as Delsanra. Delsanra wanted to run over and help her. But she was too afraid to stop her own task. “Hey get to work cunt!” the overseer screamed, seeing Imizael, and he ran over and began lashing her over and over with the whip. Imizael cried out weakly. She was too weak to even scream loudly. Delsanra was terrified that Imizael would be killed but the orc stopped. He glanced up at the sky, staring at the stars. He shrugged. “Eh, your luck day cunt, the work day is over,” he growled. He called out loudly to all the slaves. “Alright time is up, cunts!” A few more slaves collapsed, now that they were allowed to stop working. The overseer started walking and the slaves that could started following. Delsanra and another elf helped Imizael up and held each of her arms, to help guide her as they started back towards the fort at the center of the labor camp. Other slaves helped that those that were unable to walk by themselves.  They all eagerly departed, ready for food and rest.  But when they reached the edge of the quarry, the orc overseer paused. He stared at the pile of iron ore that had been mined that day. His eyes darkened with anger. “That is all you collected!?!” he screamed. “That is not even close to the quota for the day!” A few of the human slaves began to sob and Delsanra looked around, unsure what was going to happen. But from the other slaves’ reaction, she knew it would not be good. “Come sluts!” he growled. “It seems you will need some encouragement to work harder.”

One of the human slaves, a tall redhead, hurried over to the overseer and began to plead. “Please Master, we tried, but we are all so tired. And the new elf slaves are not carrying their weight.” The orc turned and swung his arm backhanding her hard across her cheek.

“Shut up slut, I don’t need excuses,” he growled. The slave crumpled to the dirt and fell silent. She slowly picked herself up, and remained silent, knowing her pleas would get her nothing except more punishment. The overseer started walking again and the slaves followed.

When they reached the fort, he took them inside, but unlike the day prior, they were not led downstairs to the slave pen. Instead, the slaves were escorted through the fort to a courtyard in the center. In the courtyard were a bunch of orcs. They all turned to see the few dozen slaves being led by the overseer. “These sluts didn’t make their quota,” he announced. “Get them on the whipping post so they can be punished for being lazy cunts.” The orcs hurried over and grabbed some of the slaves to drag them to the center of the courtyard. In the center, was the whipping post, which was a long, horizontal metal bar, nearly fifty yards in length, and held up about 8 feet high in the air and parallel to the ground by thick iron polls on each side. Affixed along the entire length of the metal bar were pairs of manacles, and the orcs took the slaves over and locked manacles around their wrists so that they were standing below the bar with their arms held high above their heads. The orcs went to grab more slaves and lock them in manacles to the post. Soon all of the slaves were locked in.

Delsanra stood there, her wrists locked in the manacles above her head, completely helpless. She looked around at the sobbing humans and wondered what was in store for them. She knew they were going to be whipped but the humans seemed particularly distraught. “How many lashes?” one of the orcs called over to the overseer.

“They weren’t even close to reaching their quotas. Give them 100 lashes each,” the overseer growled. A few of the human slaves let out dismayed wails. The orcs unfurled their whips. They were much longer than the whips the overseers used, and Delsanra knew the lashes would be much worse. There were less orcs than slaves so the orcs lined up behind the slaves that were chained up on one end of the whipping post. Delsanra was on that end and an orc positioned behind her. A couple seconds later, she heard something woosh through the air and then a loud crack. There was an explosion of pain across her back, much more intense than any of the lashings she had received to this point. She screamed in agony and writhed around. She tried to pull away but with her wrists locked into the manacle, she was helpless. Over and over the whip fell across her back, her ass, and the back of her thighs. Delsanra screamed and screamed, joining the chorus of other slaves being whipped, until her voice gave out.

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It was dark, and Avshera, Tilvial, and Jastira had decided to stop walking and rest. They huddled together; it was chilly in the forest at night. They were thirsty and hungry. They had tried to find a plant that looked edible but they found nothing that they were sure was safe to eat. They were so thirsty that they would have risked drinking from a stream but they had found none nearby. And they dared not go back in the direction they had come, where they knew there was a stream, lest any orcs were looking for them.  The three elves lay in the dirt and talked softly, discussing happy memories of their old lives, trying to boost their morale. Avshera was exhausted from walking all day and her eyes grew heavy. She started to close her eyes. But then suddenly she heard voices. Deep, gruff voices. The unmistakable voices of orcs. Avshera shot up, as did Jastira and Tilvial. The voices were growing louder. They heard the sound of heavy footsteps crashing through the foliage. The orcs were running, in their direction. The elves started to run, in different directions from each other. They had made a plan if they were spotted. They would split up and run in different directions. They did not want to get separated from each other but they knew that each had a better chance of escaping if they split up. Getting separated was a better option than being captured and sent back to the fuck pit. Perhaps one might be caught but if they split up, hopefully the other two would escape. Avshera ran and ran, ignoring the sticks cutting into her feet as she sprinted through the forest. She heard the crashing of heavy footsteps behind her and shouting. But as she kept running, she stopped hearing anything behind her. But still, she did not stop running. She did not want to end up back in the clutches of the orcs. She could not end up back in the fuck pit. She ran and ran.

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“Your ale, Master,” Tiriana said, standing before Sulegzu with the mug of ale held between her breasts, like she had been taught. Sulegzu reached out and fondled her tits, one at a time, his thumb brushing over her nipples, before he took the mug. Then with his other hand, he reached between her thighs, cupping her sex. Tiriana blushed but did not pull away. Still, Sulegzu frowned and he reached around her and gave her ass a hard swat. “When a customer reaches for your cunt, you part your thighs wider and push your hips forward, inviting him to touch you more,” he growled. “Now try again!” He reached once again between her legs.

“I am sorry Master,” Tiriana whimpered and she did as he directed, parting her thighs and pushing her hips forward. She felt his hand rubbing her slit before he pushed a finger inside her, then two. As Sulegzu fingered Tiriana, she heard a whimper and she glanced over to the other side of the tavern. Both Elanalue and Cellica were bent over a table and a pair of orc customers were pounding them from behind, high fiving each other as they each fucked their first elf. It was a slow night in the tavern and they were the only two orcs in the tavern other than Sulegzu and the barkeep, Zhogrog. So Sulegzu was taking advantage of the slow period and training Tiriana to serve.

She felt another slap on her ass. “Do not pay attention to them. Your attention is on your customer you are serving,” Sulegzu growled. “Now start humping my hand.”

“I am sorry, Master,” Tiriana whimpered and closed her eyes and started pushing her hips and grinding her crotch against the orc’s hand.

Sulegzu thrust his fingers in and out of Tiriana’s sex a few times before he withdrew his hands and inspected her fingers. He nodded, pleased to see that they glistened with her arousal. “Alright, go get me stew, slave,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Tiriana said softly, and she turned to head towards the kitchen. As soon as she turned, Sulegzu swatted her ass again to hurry her up. In the kitchen, Naesala was tending to the stew. A couple of the human slaves were also in the kitchen, cleaning. Naesala was at the stove tending to some chunks of beef that were simmering in broth. Once the beef was softened enough, it would be tossed into a huge pot that contained the stew. The stew was always simmering over the stove and the slaves added meat and vegetables each day to replenish it. Stew was the only food they served in the tavern. And the only drink they served was ale. Orcs were simple creatures. The only variety they cared about was the holes of a slave they fucked.

Tiriana eyed the stew hungrily. It smelled delicious but slaves were not permitted to eat the stew. The only thing they were allowed to eat was slave gruel, a mush porridge of grains and ground-up fish. Tiriana ladled stew from the pot into a bowl. She glanced at Naesala but did not say anything to her. She did not want to get drawn into a conversation and then punished for delaying her service to their owner. She hurried back out of the kitchen to the main area and brought the bowl of stew over to Sulegzu. She remembered what she had been taught. As she leaned in to set the bowl down on the table in front of him, she rubbed her body against him, pressing her breasts into his arm. She had been taught that her service must always be intended to seduce; to convince a customer to spend a few more coins to pay to use her body. “Your stew, Master,” she said softly. “Would you like anything else, Master?”

Before Sulegzu could respond, the door opened and a pair of orcs walked in. “Welcome to the tavern,” Sulegzu called to them.

“We heard you have new elf cunt?” one of the orcs asked.

Sulegzu nodded. “I have 2 elf cunts available to serve you now. Have a seat and I will send them over.” He turned to Tiriana and said sternly, “Serve, slave.” He then called out in the direction of the kitchen. “Blonde elf cunt, get out here and serve!”

As the orcs took a seat at a table, Tiriana hurried over, and Naesala soon joined her at her side. She had a scowl on her face. Naesala was still quite resistant to her slavery.

In a timid voice, Tiriana said softly, “Food or drink for you, Masters?”

“An ale for each of us,” one of the orcs replied gruffly, his eyes hungrily raking over the elves’ naked flesh. Tiriana and Naesala hurried to the bar to fetch their drinks, which Zhogrog had already poured when they reached the bar. Each taking a mug, the slaves hurried back to their customers. Tiriana stood in front of one of the orcs and placed the mug between her tits and then arched her back to thrust them out more, to present both her tits and the drink. One of the orcs took the mug. He wrapped his other arm around Tiriana’s waist, his hand gripping her ass and squeezing it, before he pulled her in closer. Remembering what she had been taught, Tiriana wiggled her ass in his grip seductively or as seductively as she could manage in her nervous and humiliated state. Naesala was serving the other orc and he pulled her ono his lap and buried his face in her tits. She squirmed, clearly uncomfortable and let out a protesting grunt. Watching Naesala, the orc that had his arm around Tiriana laughed. “Ooh that one doesn’t understand fully that she is a slave yet. Let’s fuck the resistance out of her,” he said to his friend. He turned to Sulegzu. “How much for us both to fuck this slave?”

“It is 5 coppers to fuck a slave but if you both are fucking the same one, that will be 7 coppers total,” Sulegzu replied. The orc pushed Tiriana away and reached for his coin pouch. Opening it, he withdrew some coppers, both for the drinks and the slave. He turned back to his friend. “Flip you for first pick on a hole?” he asked.

Sulegzu called over to Tiriana. “Slut, if they aren’t gong to fuck you, then go tend to the stew. Then come back out here and see me.” Eager for refuge in the kitchen, Tiriana hurried out. The chunks of beef were still simmering over the stove, and when Tiriana pierced them with a fork, she found they were quite tender, soft enough to go into the stew where they would soften even more. But she let them cook for a few more minutes, to give herself more time before she had to return to the tavern area.  After a few more minutes, she dumped the meat into the stew pot. As she stepped back into the main area, she saw that Naesala was on her hands and knees, and one of the orcs was thrusting into her from behind while the other was fucking her mouth and throat. Tears streamed down Naesala’s cheeks. Tiriana quickly looked away. She saw Elanalue and Cellica. The orcs had gotten done fucking them and they were now cleaning the tables, clearing dishes and taking them into the kitchen to wash.

Sulegzu gestured Tiriana over to a table, where he and Zhogrog were seated. He pointed to the table. “Get up on here with your ass in the air and your face on the table.” Her lip trembling, Tiriana climbed up onto the table with her ass presented and her face pressed down, as she had been commanded. She parted her thighs to presented both her holes and waited, knowing that Sulegzu or Zhogrog or both were about to fuck her.

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Delsanra hung limply from the manacles holding her wrists and sobbed weakly. Her entire body, front and back, was striped with nasty red welts and cuts from the savage whipping she had received. The orcs had finished whipping all of the slaves that had worked the iron ore quarry, punishing them for not meeting their quota for the day. Orcs were now moving down the line, releasing the slaves from their manacles. When Delsanra’s wrists were freed, she collapsed on the ground, too weak and in too much pain to hold herself up. The orcs ordered the slaves up, and she struggled but managed to climb up onto her feet. “Alright back to the pen, you useless, lazy cunts,” one of the orcs growled and he led the slaves out of the courtyard and down the stairs to the underground slave pen. Delsanra fell to her knees as soon as she was inside the pen. Too weak to walk any more, she crawled over to the food trough. To her dismay, she saw that it was empty. It seemed the other slaves had eaten the slave gruel while her group was being whipped. There was still some water in the other trough and she thirstily drank. It helped her parched throat but did nothing for the deep hunger pangs in her belly.

Delsanra curled into a ball. She was in so much pain that she wondered if she would be able to sleep, but she knew that her exhaustion would trump her pain. But before she fell asleep, someone nudged her. She opened her eyes and looked up at a redheaded elf. She recognized her immediately. It was Shanaera, the scout that had gone missing many weeks prior to Delsanra’s own capture. Shanaera reached for Delsanra hand and slipped something into her palm. She leaned in and whispered. “It is fungus that grows down here. It does not taste very good but it is edible.”

“Thank you,” Delsanra whispered and she leaned down to hopefully avoid being seen and she quickly ate the fungus. It had a bitter, earthy taste but she was too hungry to care. She gave Shanaera an appreciative look and then laid her head down again. Suddenly, Shanaera looked past her and Delsanra saw fear in her eyes. Delsanra sat up and turned, and saw several human slaves walking over to them. They were glaring at the pair of elves.

“This is one of the elves that got us whipped because they didn’t work fast enough,” one of the humans said, her voice dripping with anger and hatred as she pointed to Delsanra.  It was the redhead that had been backhanded when she had pleaded with the overseer.

Delsanra shook her head. “No, please, the orcs did not let us sleep last night. I was too exhausted,” she whimpered.

“The only reason we are working so hard is that the orcs need iron and limestone to forge weapons so they can invade your stupid world,” another one of the human women said, her voice just as venomous. “It is your fault we are even here! It is your fault we are being worked to death. Slavery was bad enough but now because of you stupid elves, it is so much worse! We are all going to die here and it is because of you!” The humans stood in a semicircle around Shanaera and Delsanra.

“I won’t be able to sleep tonight because my back hurts so much. Perhaps we need something to help us sleep.” One of the other human women said, looking down at the two elves. Then her eyes narrowed and she glared over at Shanaera. “Show this other one what you have to do when we want to relax our nerves so we can sleep,” she growled.

“Yes, ok,” Shanaera replied meekly. She crawled over to the woman so that the woman was standing directly over her. Then Shanaera got up on her knees and pushed her face between the woman’s thighs and began lapping away at her sex. The woman closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

Delsanra’s eyes widened, shocked to see the once proud warrior from her kingdom submitting herself to that human. She shook her head. “No, I will not do that,” she cried. The redheaded woman and another human slave stepped forward; the second woman grabbed Delsanra’s head as the redhead stood over her. The human grabbing her held the back of Delsanra’s head and began to push it forward, forcing her face between the redhead’s thighs. Delsanra squealed in anger, trying to pull away. Suddenly a hand came down and slapped her ass hard. Her ass was extremely tender from being whipped. Even a touch was painful and the hard slap caused her to wail in pain. Realizing that she was outnumbered and that resistance would get her nowhere, Delsanra stopped fighting as her face was pushed into the crotch of the redhead.

The woman grabbing her leaned in and hissed, “Lick her pussy, you stupid elf.”

Humiliated, Delsanra obeyed and stuck her tongue out, sliding it along the folds of the redhead’s sex. The taste was gross. Delsanra had never done anything like that with any female, and on top of that the woman, like all of the slaves, had not been permitted to bathe and had likely been thoroughly fucked by the orc overseers for a period of weeks or months. Delsanra pushed aside her disgust and tried to ignore the strong, musky, sour taste as she continued lapping at her pussy.

Delsanra continued running her tongue up and down the redheaded human’s slit, and heard the woman moan. Her thighs squeezed Delsanra’s head. The woman behind Delsanra, ordered her to lick the woman’s clit and Delsanra reluctantly moved her tongue up and began to flick at it. It quickly swelled and the musky taste and smell of the woman increased as her arousal built. The woman started gasping and she reached down and grabbed Delsanra’s hair and pulled her face in closer, grinding her pussy against Delsanra’s mouth and tongue. “Suck on my clit you little elf slut,” the woman ordered sternly and again Delsanra complied, taking it into her mouth and gently sucking. Another hand came down on Delsanra’s tender rear and she cried out in pain but then focused again on her task. She was so humiliated and disgusted and ashamed, but she was too beaten down and exhausted to fight. The knowledge that she might spend the rest of her life being abused by humans on top of the orcs brought her to tears. It meant she might not ever have a respite from this torment and that every waking moment would be hell. And she was not given much time to sleep.  She knew tomorrow would be even worse.

Suddenly, the woman moaned loudly and her legs began to tremble as she orgasmed. She rocked herself on Delsanra’s face, drenching her mouth with her juices. When the spasms of pleasure stopped, the woman pushed Delsanra’s face away. “Thanks, you stupid elf, that relaxed me. Now perhaps I can sleep.” She lumbered off and as Delsanra looked around, she saw that many of the human slaves were similarly forcing the new elf slaves to orally pleasure them. Shanaera herself now had her face buried between the thighs of a second woman.

As Delsanra watched, a hand grabbed her head and spun her around. It seemed another human wanted Delsanra to pleasure her. The new woman pulled Delsanra’s face into her crotch. Defeated, Delsanra began to lick the second woman. She concentrated on her task, just wanting to get it over with.

Delsanra was forced to lick 4 different human women to orgasm before they left her alone and she was allowed to crawl into a ball on the hard floor and pass out. She was hungry, and humiliated, and in so much pain. But the exhaustion overcame her and she fell asleep almost instantly, giving herself a brief respite from her hell.

(End of Part 3, to be continued...)

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