The Tale of Delsanra: Part 5 – Training

Another hour or two had passed and Delsanra and Imizael were still cleaning when an orc found them in a hallway of the fort. He was carrying a bowl of slave gruel and a bowl of water, which Delsanra eyed hungrily. “Have you two cunts been fed yet?” the orc asked them.

Delsanra shook her head. “No, not yet.”

“That is ‘No, not yet, Master,’” the orc snarled, correcting her.

“I… I am sorry Master,” Delsanra stammered, her pride trumped by her hunger and her fear of punishment.

“Well, if you want to eat, you are going to have to earn it, sluts,” the orc replied. He then wrinkled his nose. “But you both stink! I don’t want to get close enough to either of you to fuck you.” Delsanra felt her cheeks burning. Her nose had largely grown accustomed to the smell of the sweaty, unbathed slaves, herself included. But she imagined they were quite ripe. Delsanra wondered if they would ever be permitted to bathe. “Well, you can entertain me instead,” the orc said. “Plus, it will be good training for you. You are always to be wet, eager sluts, available to be used. Fuck yourselves with those,” the orc said pointing to Delsanra’s broom and Imizael’s brush. “If you don’t cum fast enough, you won’t eat.”

Delsanra looked at her broom, her cheeks now burning hotter. The thought of shoving that in her vagina and masturbating with it, in front of others no less, was humiliating. But Imizael did not hesitate. She took the handle of her brush and thrust it between her legs, grunting as she struggled to get it inside her. Delsanra was too hungry to let her humiliation get in the way. The broom was too long for Delsanra to fuck herself with it standing up, so she sat down with her knees up and her legs spread wide. She stared at the long wooden handle of the broom and she leaned in and began licking it, to lubricate it as best she could. Seeing her, Imizael gave up trying to force her brush handle inside her and did the same, licking it.

Delsanra’s mouth was so dry that it took a while to coat the handle with her saliva. She glanced at the orc and he was scowling. Fearing he was growing inpatient, Delsanra took the broom handle and pushed it between her legs.  She grunted and grimaced as she pushed the thick wooden broom handle inside her pussy. It was not an easy fit, and her vagina was in no way prepared to take anything inside it, let alone a thick broom. But she struggled through it and pushed the handle further and further into her pussy. She started fucking herself with it, slowly at first, so that a couple inches were sliding in and out of her pussy. As her pussy started to stretch and lubricate, she was able to push more of it inside her, five, six, seven, then eight inches. Her pussy felt stretched to the limit as she began to plunge the broomstick in and out. But her body quickly warmed to the sensation. Soon, the broom was coated in her juices as her pussy grew slicker. Beside her, Imizael was doing the same with her brush, and she let out a soft whimper as she fucked herself.

Delsanra wanted to climax quickly, to get this over with and to ensure she got to eat. She started to jerk her hips to meet the thrusts of the broomstick and she took one hand away from the broom and began to rub her clit. The orc grinned as he watched the two elves playing with themselves. He set down the bowls of gruel and water on the floor and he pulled his cock out and began stroking it. Delsanra tried not to focus on the orc and instead focus on her own pleasure. Her arousal built quickly as she drove the dildo in and out of her pussy and played with her clit. She could smell the scent of her aroused pussy filling the room, and Imizael’s too, the musky scent of their slick cunts overpowering the sour smell of sweat that had filled the air.

Delsanra moaned loudly as her pussy exploded with an intense orgasm, her cunt clenching around the broom handle as her pussy spasmed with waves of pleasure. Imizael cried out a few seconds later as she climaxed hard. Still stroking his cock, the orc walked over to the two elves and he groaned loudly as his cock began spurting, sending gushes of cum all over Delsanra’s face and chest. When the orc had finished cumming, he ordered Imizael to lick his cock clean. She set down her brush and crawled over and took his cock into her mouth. The orc pointed to Delsanra and then to the broom and brush. “You, lick those clean,” he ordered. Reluctantly, Delsanra picked up the broom and licked her own pussy juices off of the handle and then took the brush and licked Imizael’s juices off that handle. It was gross, but after the abuses she had suffered from orcs and humans alike, she was growing used to such degradation. When Delsanra and Imizael had both finished their tasks, the orc pointed to the bowls on the ground behind him. “There, share those, cunts. You have five minutes and then back to work.” And then he was off.

Delsanra and Imizael crawled over to eat and drink. Delsanra took the water first and did her best to only drink about half of it. Imizael did the same with the bowl of gruel, and then they switched. As Delsanra licked up the last of the gruel from the bottom of the bowl, she thought how degrading and humiliating the day had been. But it was at least better than the days in the quarry. She thought back to what Lilly had said. This was the most they could hope for. A day that was not as awful as most. This was now her existence in this hell that was the labor camp. She remained determined to get away, somehow.

…………….

At the slaver camp in Bhezur, the orc slaver grabbed Aelrie’s neck and pushed her face closer to his smelly, sweaty cock. She tried to pull away, but he kept a tight grip on the back of her neck, and he was much too strong for her. “Open your mouth and start sucking my cock, slave,” the orc growled. “If I feel you’re your teeth scrape my cock, I will whip you again.”

Aelrie fought back tears. She despised these orcs. They had killed her husband and her son. They had stolen her away and abused and degraded her. But she did not want to be whipped again. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and took in the orc’s cock. Soon, her head was bobbing up and down, as she licked and sucked away. The orc closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Aelrie’s mouth on his cock. She was a quick learner and her mouth felt great on his cock.

Aelrie continued working the orc’s cock until he groaned loudly and ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed the cum and the orc pushed her away. As he did, Udruk approached. “Are you finished with this slut?” he asked his assistant slaver, and the orc nodded in reply. “Good, I am putting all of the new sluts through slave position training,” he announced. He snapped a leash on Aelrie’s collar and dragged her off, to the center of the slaver camp.

There, were all the other new elf slaves from Salelenor: Solana, Aravae, Ialantha, Selussa, Meorise, Glynnii, Thaola, Delimira, and Amarille. Also, with them was Sariandi, who had been training for many weeks. Udruk had ordered her to assist with the training of the new elf slaves.

“Alright sluts, it is time to begin your slave position training,” Udruk said, addressing the slaves. “You have learned some positions, but your form is piss poor, and there are many other positions to learn.” He pointed to Sariandi. “This cunt here is going to illustrate the positions so pay attention to her. If you do not get the positions down right away, do not fret. My slave flogger will help you to learn quickly.” He pulled free from his belt his slave flogger, a whip with five short leather blades, to show it to them. “Alright, as slaves, you will frequently be kneeling. That is the position you will be in more than any other.” Udruk turned to Sariandi. “Kneel,” he ordered. She quickly fell to her knees and knelt.

“Notice how she kneels. Her knees are parted widely to display her cunt. Her ass is sitting on feet. Her hands are on her thighs palms up. Her back is straight so that her tits stick out more. And her chin is up so that I can see her face but her eyes are averted submissively to the ground. Now imitate her, sluts.”

The new slaves lined up and quickly knelt. Udruk moved down the line, inspecting them. He brought the flogger down across Thaola’s back. “Back straighter, slut and part your knees wider. Orcs want a good view of your cunt and tits.” As he continued moving down the line, he slashed Selussa’s back with the flogger. “Spread your knees wider, slut,” he growled. He did not have to correct any of the other slaves. They had been made to kneel many times before, and those that needed to quickly adjusted when Thaola and Selussa were corrected.

Udruk turned again to Sariandi. “Display,” he commanded, and Sariandi quickly rose to her feet and got into position. “Here in the slaver camp, ‘Display’ is a position you will need to do perfectly many times. That is the position you will get in for orcs to assess you, orcs that may decide to buy you. See how she stands? She stands with her legs parted so that her feet are shoulder width apart, again so that her cunt is on display. And again, her back is straight so her tits jut out. Her hands are held behind her head, with her fingers are interlaced. She keeps her chin up and her eyes straightforward, not downward like when she is kneeling. Now imitate her.”

The slaves quickly rose and got into position. Udruk once again moved down the line. He reached forward and began to grope and prod at Solana, weighing her breasts in his hands and then sliding his hand down her belly and between her parted legs. “The whole purpose of this position is so that a master can inspect your bodies and assess your value,” he said as he moved down the line to Ialantha and ran his hands up and down her body, appraising her. He grabbed her chin. “When I grab your chin, that is a signal to open your mouth so that an orc can inspect your teeth,” he explained, and Ialantha opened her mouth wide.

Udruk examined her teeth and then moved down the line. When he reached for Ialantha’s tits and groped them, she nervously looked down at his hand. This earned a hard slash from the flogger across her tits. “Head up straight, slut,” Udruk snapped. “Your eyes are forward, not looking at what I am doing.”

When Udruk reached Aelrie, he groped her breast and she shuddered but held her position. He ran his hands under them and hefted them, assessing their weight before he moved his hands up and began stroking her nipples. They hardened quickly and Aelrie’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Udruk took one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger and began to pinch it, causing Aelrie to squirm. Udruk brought the flogger down hard across her belly. “Keep your position, slut,” he snapped.

“I am sorry, Master,” Aelrie whimpered.

“You slaves clearly need to learn your place,” Udruk said. “From here on out, all of you new slaves are not permitted to speak in this first person. You will refer to yourself as ‘this slave’ or ‘this slut.’ In fact, for now, you will go with ‘this cunt.’ Understood, slave?”

“This cunt understands, Master,” Aelrie replied, humiliated.

Udruk moved down the line again inspecting each slave, until he got to Amarille, who was the youngest of the new slaves. When his hand slid between her parted thighs, she flinched and instinctively jumped back. Udruk’s eyes flashed with anger. “You never pull away, slut!” he growled. “You have no right. Your body belongs to orcs and you have no right to deny any orc access. Time for you to learn a new position. Bend over and grab your toes, and keep your feet wide apart.” Amarille reluctantly complied, bending over. “This is the standing punishment position,” Udruk explained. He pulled his arm back and swung the flogger hard, striking Amarille’s ass, which was jutting out in her bent-over position. She howled in pain and fell forward, breaking position. “You are getting ten swats but that one did not count because you did not hold position. Try again, cunt!” Udruk snapped. “Get back in position and count every strike.” As soon as Amarille was back in position, bent at the waist and grabbing her toes, Udruk whipped her ass again.

She cried out and then whimpered, “One, Master.” Crack! The flogger struck Amarille’s ass again, leaving any red stripes. Amarille screamed and almost straightened, but regained her composure and whimpered, “Two, Master.” A third, fourth and five time, Udruk whipped Amarille’s ass and then paused. She was sobbing by the end but managed to hold her position.

“Now on your knees and then fall forward so that your tits are against your thighs and plant your face in the dirt,” Udruk commanded. Then cross your wrists in front of your head. And raise your ass in the air.” Amarille complied and got into the position, as instructed. “This is the kneeling punishment position,” Udruk explained. He brought the flogger down hard across Amarille’s back.

Amarille cried out and counted out, “Six, Master.” Udruk whipped her four more times across her back and ass, and Amarille counted out each blow.

Udruk ordered her back to her feet and in display position, and Amarille wiped the tears from her cheeks and then got in position. “Thank me for punishing you and correcting you, slave,” Udruk commanded.

“This cunt thanks you, Master,” Amarille whimpered.

Udruk nodded approvingly and then he thrust his hand between her parted thighs again. Amarille managed to hold her position, even as Udruk pushed a finger inside her cunt, and then two, and began to thrust them in and out. After a minute, he pulled his hand free and stepped over to Delimira. He placed the fingers that just been in Amarille’s pussy to her lips. “Suck them clean,” he ordered, and a humiliated Delimira obediently complied. “Do you like the taste of your friend’s cunt, slave?” he asked her.

Delimira hesitated a moment before she replied, “This cunt is a slave and what she likes or dislikes is irrelevant.”

Udruk nodded, finding her answer satisfactory. “Indeed slave.” He turned then to Sariandi and commanded, “Submission, slut.” Sariandi got on her knees and leaned forward until her stomach was pressed against her thighs, and pressed her face into the dirt. She outstretched her arms placing them in front of her. Udruk walked over and stood in front of her face that was planted in the ground. “Now worship my boots, slut,” he ordered. Sariandi turned her head so that her cheek was on the ground and she was facing his boots. Then she lifted up her head and stuck out her tongue and began to eagerly lick the orcs’ boot, gliding her tongue up and down its leather. The other slaves watched as Sariandi eagerly licked each boot until they glistened with her saliva. “Enough,” Udruk commanded and he stepped back. Sariandi turned her head and pressed her face into the dirt again.

“Imitate her position, cunts,” Udruk commanded the other slaves. The slaves got into position. Udruk stepped over to Meorise. “Outstretch your arms more,” he sternly commanded, bringing the flogger down on her ass, and she quickly complied. “Now worship my boots,” he ordered. Meorise hesitated a moment and then turned her head and began to gingerly touch her tongue against his boot. The flogger came down hard again, this time across her back. “A slave is always enthusiastic and eager in her service,” Udruk snarled. Meorise began to slide her tongue up and down the length of his boots. After a couple minutes, Udruk stepped back and ordered her to thank him.

“Master, this cunt thanks you for letting her worship your boots,” Meorise said softly. Udruk moved down the line. Each slave was given a turn to worship Udruk’s boots. He corrected their positions and barked instructions as they complied. “In the submission position, you are lowering yourselves, literally, to show your submission,” he explained. “And you worship our boots or feet from that position. Because now orcs are your gods. We have absolute dominance and complete control over you, including whether you live or die.”

He brought the whip down hard on Meorise. “Stick your tongue out more cunt and show some enthusiasm, cunt!” he barked. After she did a better job, Udruk moved again down the line until he reached Aelrie. “Worship my boots,” he commanded. For only a split second, Aelrie hesitated. The thought of debasing herself by licking this vile creature’s boots sickened her. But she did not want to be whipped. Her tongue tentatively darted out and began flicking at the boot before she quickly stuck out her tongue fully and began gliding it up and down the orc slaver’s boots. Perhaps sensing her hesitation, Udruk had Aelrie worship his boots longer than the others. But finally, he ordered her to stop and thank him.

“This cunt thanks you, Master, for letting her worship your boots,” she whimpered, humiliated. Udruk circled around behind her. She jumped when she felt his hand on her ass and then it slid down between her thighs. Udruk began to stroke and rub her sex. Aelrie felt a tingle of arousal, which humiliated her further. How could her body possible be turned on by these vile monsters who had killed her son and husband, she thought to herself. Udruk pushed a couple fingers inside her cunt. She felt an intense tingle in her loins as his fingers began to slide in and out of her soaked cunt. His thumb began rubbing her clit, which quickly grew stiff, and without thinking, she pushed her hips back against his hand. Udruk chucked. “This cunt gets turned on by worshipping orcs’ boots,” he observed.

He pulled his fingers from Aelrie’s cunt, gave a hard slap to her ass, and circled around to her front. “Kneel normally,” he commanded, and Aelrie raised up from her submission position and knelt on her knees, her cheeks a deep red. Udruk pushed his fingers into her mouth. “Suck my fingers and taste your aroused cunt, slave” he ordered. Aelrie took the fingers into her mouth and gently sucked, tasting herself, her cheeks burning even hotter with humiliation as she complied. It was not just the taste of her own arousal that shamed her. She had also been made to eagerly lick an orc’s boot and knew this horrible slaver was trying to break her of her spirit and turn into a mindless slave. She wanted dearly to fight back, but she was too afraid. She knew she was not strong enough. She knew that none of them were. Or perhaps they just realized how hopeless their situation was. Perhaps submission was the smart thing to do.  That did not make it any less humiliating and shameful.

“The next lesson for you is how to present your holes,” Udruk announced. He turned to Sariandi. “Present your mouth to be fucked,” he commanded. Sariandi got in her kneeling position but then raised up higher on her knees, so that she was sitting up rather than resting her ass on her feet. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. “Now present your ass,” he commanded. Sariandi turned around so that her back was facing the orc. She got on all fours, her legs parted and her feed shoulder-width apart, and then lowered her front half so that her face was pressed into the ground and her ass stuck up higher. Sariandi reached back and spread her ass cheeks, giving Udruk a nice view of her ass and cunt. “Now present your cunt,” Udruk ordered. Sariandi flipped around so that she was lying on her back, her hands at her sides. She spread her legs wide and then lifted her hips of the ground, displaying her cunt for Udruk’s view.

Udruk turned to the new slaves. “Alright sluts, time for you to try. He started commanded each of them to present one of their holes. First up was Aravae. “Present your ass, slut,” Udruk commanded. Aravae assumed the position, getting on all fours before pushing her face into the dirt and raising her ass. She reached back and gently spread her ass cheeks. “Spread them further, cunt!” Udruk ordered. “I want to see your little asshole!” She obediently complied, spreading her cheeks as far as she could.

Udruk moved down the line. “Present your cunt,” he ordered Glynnii. She got into position on her back and lifted up her hips, displaying her cunt for the orc. “As you can see sluts, in these positions, your holes are readily available to be used,” he said as he reached down and cupped Glynnii’s sex. “And that is your fundamental purpose now. For your holes to be fucked by your orc Masters.” He moved down the line, making each slave present their ass or cunt. When he got to the end of the line, he ordered Delimira to present her mouth. She got on her knees and opened her mouth wide. Udruk stood in front of her. He unfastened his pants and pulled them down. His erect cock spring force. Without hesitating, he forced it into Delimira’s mouth, and began thrusting away, fucking her throat. Delimira gagged, drool spilling down her chin as the orc fucked her mouth. When he was about to climax, he pulled out of her mouth so that his cum spurted all over her face.

“One more position for today,” he announced. “I am sure you are all familiar with it already. Get on all fours, and present yourselves to be fucked,” he ordered. The slaves were indeed all very familiar with this position. They had been fucked in it many times since their city had been taken by the orcs. The slaves got on all fours, parted their thighs wide, and arched their backs to make their ass jut out more.

Udruk put two of his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. A minute later, a group of eager orc slavers gathered. “Take your pick and fuck a slave,” he called. The orcs positioned behind the slaves of their choice. A few seconds later, they were all thrusting away. Aelrie closed her eyes as an orc began roughly pounding her from behind. She heard moaning and she opened her eyes and saw that it was Sariandi, who was being fucked by Udruk. She was clearly enjoying herself. Horrified, Aelrie wondered if that would ever be her. She prayed she did not become like that.

(End of Part 5, to be continued...)

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