The Tale of Delsanra: Part 4 – Cleaning

It was the next day at the orcs’ labor camp. When the orcs came down to the pen and screamed at the slaves to wake up, Delsanra thought she might die if she was forced into one of the quarries for a third day in a row. But after they were fed and watered, Delsanra learned she was being put on a different task for the day: cleaning the fort. This came as a welcome relief. Most of the slaves that had worked in the quarry with Delsanra the two days prior were similarly put on the task of cleaning. Imizael was next to her, and had been tasked with scrubbing the floor with a bucket of water and a brush. Delsanra was given a broom and she was sweeping. It was by no means an easy task. She was still overcome with exhaustion and her whole body ached intensely, from the prior two days or hard labor and the days and weeks of abuse prior on top of that. But sweeping was a significantly easier job than swinging a pickaxe.

Still, as the day wore on, Delsanra felt herself growing weak. It was only day 3, and her body was so worn down that she was struggling even to sweep a floor. She wondered how she would survive.

Delsanra’s throat was parched and she had no idea if and when they would be allowed to stop for a food and water break. Delsanra stared down at a bucket of water that Imizael was using to scrub the floor. She frowned as she looked at the brown, dirty water. It looked absolutely disgusting but her throat was parched. Closing her eyes, she dipped her head down and took a few sips of the dirty water. It tasted just as disgusted as it looked, and she drank just enough to wet her throat a little. Delsanra searched the walls, hoping to find more of the fungus that Shanaera had given her the night prior to eat, but she found none. So, she returned to her task of sweeping. After another hour, a human slave approached. She was limping and covered in nasty welts and cuts. From the look of her, Delsanra suspected she had been part of her group of slaves that had been savagely whipped the night prior for not meeting their quota.

Delsanra eyed the slave nervously. She had learned the night prior that the humans hated the elves and Delsanra feared this human was about to be targeted for abuse again. Delsanra was a warrior and in normal circumstances, she knew she would have been able to easily fight off this human. But she wondered if it would be worth it to try and defend herself. Or would that just make her a bigger target for the humans' abuse?

But as the human woman drew closer, Delsanra’s saw that her face was not filled with anger or hate. The woman had a mop and bucket and she looked around to make sure no orcs were around before she spoke up, in a low voice to Delsanra and Imizael. “I am sorry what happened to you yesterday. We are all suffering in here and those other slaves had no right to abuse you or blame you for what happened.”

Delsanra nodded and replied, in an equally low voice. “Thank you. I am sorry we were working a little slow. It is just… well, we only just arrived and we did not get any sleep because the orcs decided they wanted to abuse us.”

The human slave nodded. “You do not have to explain yourself to me. We are all victims here and the orcs have shown they like using the elf slaves more than the humans. It means you didn't get any rest. That is not your fault. Some of the humans are just frustrated because as bad as slavery was for us before, it is so much worse now that the orcs want to invade your world and need all this iron mined to forge armor and weapons. Many of us were in brothel camps or serving in orc villages, which was bad, but it was nothing compared to this labor camp. But they should not blame you because the orcs want to invade your world. We are all victims of the orcs.” She paused and then added, “My name is Lilly, by the way.”

The elves introduced themselves and then Imizael asked, “How long have you been here?”

Lilly sighed. “I don’t know. Many months, I think. It is hard to keep track of time.”

“Does it ever get any easier?” Delsanra asked.

Lilly’s eyes teared up. She shook her head. “No,” she whimpered. “Not really. Occasionally, when the orcs can see some slaves are on the brink of collapse, they give those slaves a bit of an easier task, like us today with they cleaning. Not that they care about us. They just know that if we die, we can’t keep working for them. But that is the best I have been able to hope for here in this camp. It never gets better. And… none of us last forever in this place. So many have died. Perhaps you will fare better as elves…” Her lip trembled. It was clear she was afraid she would die.

“Is there any way to escape? What is beyond the camp?” Delsanra asked.

Lilly looked around fearfully and then whispered, “No, there is no escape, and do not ever get caught talking about that. It would not be good for you.” She looked around again and then added, “Well, we better get back to work. If an overseer sees us talking, we will be whipped again.” And then she was off.

Delsanra returned to sweeping. It was a stretch to say she felt better. She was absolutely miserable. But learning that not all of the humans hated her and that not all of them would target her for abuse was a slight consolation in this hell. And in spite of what Lilly had said, Delsanra was determined to try and escape.

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Tilvial was crying softly. She was lying on her stomach and an orc was tying her wrists behind her back to the orc’s camp at the temple. When Tilvial, Avshera, and Jastira had split up to flee the orcs, Tilvial had been the unlucky one. The orcs had given chase to her and quickly run her down. Cum was leaking from her orifices; all four orcs in the search body had ravaged her after they chased her down. She prayed that perhaps Avshera and Jastira had more time to get away because the orcs had stopped to ravage her. It was slight consolation for the violent ravaging she had suffered.

Tilvial’s back and ass were painted with nasty red welts from where she had been whipped after the orcs finished ravaging her, and she had been told the punishment she would receive when she was taken back to orcs’ camp would be tenfold, so that she never thought of trying to escape again. After they finished biding her, one of the orcs hauled her up onto her feet and pushed her over to one of the other orcs. “Take her back. The rest of us start looking for the other two.” He turned to Tilvial and growled, “Was it just the three of you, slave? Lie to me and I will cut out your tongue!”

Fearfully, Tilvial whimpered, “There were two others but they were captured and killed by some strange tentacled beast in the water.” The orcs laughed. “Oh, in all likelihood, they ain’t dead. They just wish they were,” one of the orcs scoffed. And he began to drag Tilvial off. The other three orcs started their search for Avshera and Jastira.

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Mariona’s eyes darted around in a panic; though, she could not see much of anything. She was in a dark cavern. The tentacle creature or creatures had dragged Mariona and Riniya underwater for over an hour. Mariona had assumed she would drown but the tentacle down her throat must have been pumping air into her lungs and keeping them from filling with water. Eventually they had surfaced from the water, inside some sort of cavern. In the darkness of the cavern, Mariona could not make out what the creatures were. She could see the tentacles that were wrapped around her limbs, and the tentacles were attached to some sort of massive fleshy mass. But in the darkness, she would not see much more than a vague outline of that mass. She could also see Riniya, who was wrapped in tentacles next to her. Was it the same creature or two different that held them? Mariona could not tell.

The two elf maidens were suspended in the air, with tentacles wrapped around their limbs and bodies, holding them tightly. The tentacle was still shoved down their throats.  As soon as they had been taken in the cave, a pair of tentacles had also forced themselves into the elf maidens' anuses.  The tentacles had remained buried in their asses and down their throats ever since.   Mariona wondered if the tentacles were feeding her and then disposing of her waste.  She never found herself growing hungry.  But why were these tentacles holding them there and sustaining them, she wondered.

The two elves could not communicate with each other, with the tentacles jammed down their throats. But Mariona could hear the fearful whimpers that Riniya was making. Then Mariona realized some of the whimpers were her own. In the cavern, the two elf maidens had thrashed around for hours, desperate to free themselves, but the tentacles held their limbs tightly. Eventually, they had grown exhausted and stropped struggling. The tentacle creature or creatures did not move around or make a noise. It or they simply held onto the elf maidens tightly in the dark cavern. Mariona feared it or they had brought the elves here to eat them.

Hours passed. Mariona squinted in the dark and glanced over at Riniya. Riniya’s eyes were closed. Her chest was moving so she was alive, seemingly sleeping. Mariona had not slept a wink; she was too terrified. As Mariona watched Riniya, she suddenly felt something sliding up her thigh. She looked down and saw it was a tentacle. The tentacles were finally moving again. The tentacle continued sliding upward until it started to rub against her sex. Mariona went into a full panic as it started to force its way inside her vagina. She screamed through the tentacle down her throat as she felt it violating her. Now all of her orifices were stuffed with tentacles.  She looked over at Riniya who was now wide wake. Riniya was thrashing around and her eyes were wide with terror. Mariona saw that a tentacle were similarly invading her friend’s last orifice. As she watched Riniya, she felt the tentacle in her own vagina push itself in further until it had buried itself into her fully, pressing against her cervix. She grunted in discomfort as the tentacle painfully stretched her. Then suddenly she felt sharper spasms of pain, as contractions ripped through her pelvis. The tentacle began to push inside Mariona further and she realized, in terror, that her cervix must have dilated, or the tentacle had pushed through it, and it was pushing further inside her, into her uterus.

The pain was intense but then the pain slowly began to melt away. It was replaced by a warm tingle, which increased in intensity. Horrified, Mariona realized she was growing rapidly aroused. It was not natural. Perhaps the creature was pumping some sort of chemical stimulant in her she surmised. Her mind began swimming and she let out a moan through the tentacle jammed down her throat as suddenly orgasm after orgasm began ripping through her body. This lasted for what seemed like an eternity, and when the orgasms finally began to subside, Mariona was panting, exhausted, and bathed in sweat.

The tentacle buried in her vagina began to throb inside her and Mariona glanced down at it. Horrified, she saw a fist-sized bulge inside the tentacle, traveling up its length. She grunted as the lump was pushed upwards and forced inside her, stretching her vagina even more. Horrified, she realized it was inserting something inside her. Mariona could feel it travelling up the entire length of the tentacle inside her body, and she surmised it was inserting something into her uterus. Her horror and revulsion instantized when it dawned on her what they might be. Eggs! The thing was inserting some kind of egg into her womb. She heard a frightened squeal and glanced over at Riniya, who was thrashing around. She noticed that there were a pair of lumps travelling up the length of the tentacle in her vagina. And as Mariona glanced back down in the tentacle in her own vagina, she saw another lump travelling up its length. She screamed through the tentacle in her throat and started thrashing. And soon as she started struggling, the warm tingle in her loins returned, and the intense arousal and pleasure began to surge once more through her body. Soon she was shaking as an intense orgasm ripped through her body once more. She stopped struggling as her body shook and spasmed. Mariona realized that the creature was somehow using her arousal and these intense climaxes to cow her, exhaust her, and take her fight away. Her thrashing died down as she accepted her fate, sobbing softly as she fell limp in defeat.

Mariona watched in horror as a steady procession of eggs was inserted into her body and into her womb. Her belly began to swell, like some obscene, perverse pregnancy. Mariona glanced over at Riniya and saw the same was happening to her. They were both being filled with the eggs, or whatever they were.

After the tentacles had pumped dozens of eggs into Mariona, it withdrew from her uterus and then her vagina. But as soon as it had withdrawn, another tentacle forced itself inside her sex. That tentacle began to throb and spasm, and then she felt a slimy liquid flooding her pussy. Her immediate thought was that it was fertilizing the eggs. Her own womb was being used as an incubator for the eggs of this vile creature.  She wondered if she would even survive this ordeal. It dawned on Mariona that staying with the orcs in the fuck pit would have been a much preferable fate to this.

(End of Part 4, to be continued...)

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