The Tale of Delsanra: Part 6 – Back in the Quarry

“Wake up cunts!” an orc screamed at the labor slaves in their pen. Delsanra’s eyes fluttered open and she groaned. She was so tired. It felt like she had just fallen asleep. She knew that, at most, she had only gotten a couple hours of sleep. She had spent half the night being abused by the human slaves again, forced to orally pleasure them. That day prior she had spent the entire day cleaning rather than working in one of the quarries. It had allowed he body to recover a little. But she was far from fully recovered. Her whole body still ached. She was mentally and physically exhausted. But she knew the orcs cared not for her pain and suffering. Delsanra picked herself up and moved over in the direction of the food and water troughs, eager for a quick meal before their long day of labor started.

After the slaves had been fed and watered, the orcs divided them up and put them on tasks. To Delsanra’s dismay, she was put on a mining crew for the day, with most of the elves that that had been part of her labor crew the prior days. Delsanra fought back tears. It seemed she would only be given one day’s respite from the hell that was the mines.

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In the fortress of the labor camp, Ralfor sat in the overseers’ dining area and swallowed another gulp of ale. Across the table from him was another orc, a warrior, who had travelled to the labor camp with a message.

“We need you to double your output. We need more iron,” the warrior said.

Ralfor raised his eyebrows. “Then get me more slaves,” he replied. “I am already losing slaves at triple the normal rate. A whip only does so much to increase their pace. If I work them much harder, they will all be dead. And dead slaves can’t mine.”

The warrior frowned and nodded. “I understand. Do what you can with what you have. We may not be getting many more elf slaves for a little while. But we have some more humans coming your way. The goblins are selling us some slaves from their gold mines.”

Ralfor eyed the warrior curiously. He wondered why the collecting elf slaves had paused. He wondered if it related to the fact that the army suddenly needed way more iron. He wondered if the war in the elf lands was going poorly. But Ralfor decided not to press the warrior. As long as the warriors needed lots of iron, it meant that the horde would be sending him slaves which was good for his business. “Yes, well if there are not lots of elves to be had right now, get me more humans slaves. And I will start working the slaves I have harder,” he replied. “But if they start dropping faster, you are going to want me to slow it down again. If I have no slaves, you have no iron. But get me more slaves to replace the ones that die, and it won’t be a problem.  I can work them much harder.”

“You will have some more humans as early as today, and more coming,” the warrior replied. The two orcs finished their ales and then the warrior was off.

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The slaves had been sent to the limestone quarry. Delsanra was relieved when she was tasked with hauling away the limestone gravel, rather than breaking it down with pickaxes or an anvil. It was an easier task, relatively speaking, and that was a blessing. Delsanra was not sure if she could have survived a day of swinging the pickaxe. But Delsanra soon learned it was by no means easy. She was paired with another slave, a human, and they had to use shovels to transfer the gravel to a wheelbarrow, then push and pull the heavy wheelbarrow a few hundred yards over rough terrain to the edge of the quarry, where they had then unloaded the gravel into a new pile. Back and forth they went, moving the limestone.

Within in a couple hours, Delsanra’s arms, shoulders, and back ached from shoveling. The strain on her body from pushing the wheelbarrow was even worse. The little amount that her body had recovered from the “leisurely” day of cleaning was soon erased. She felt like she was on the verge of collapse, and it was still morning. She had many, many hours to go.

As the day wore on, the exhaustion and soreness wore Delsanra down. They had not even reached their mid-day break yet, and Delsanra did not know how she could continue. She knew that every day at this camp broke her body down further. Every day that was forced to do backbreaking labor, and every night that she was forced to go with little sleep as she was abused by orc or humans, was taking its toll. The human slave Lilly had suggested that she had been here for weeks. Delsanra had no idea if she could last that long. If she lived her natural life, she had centuries more to live. But at this pace, she was not sure she would last more than a few months. And she wondered if death might be preferable to spending years or decades or centuries doing this.

Delsanra struggled to shovel the gravel into the wheel barrow but somehow, she managed to keep going and fill it. The human slavegirl was struggling even more than her. They worked together to push the wheelbarrow through the quarry to unload it into the new pile. As they reached the edge of the quarry, Delsanra saw the overseer who was supervising them, an orc named Zugarod. He was talking with the orc that was the head overseer of the camp, Ralfor. As Ralfor spoke to him, Zugarod nodded, and then Ralfor departed from the quarry. Zugarod turned, seeing Delsanra and the human slave pushing the wheel barrow. He unfurled his whip and hurried over to them. “Pick up the pace, cunts!” he yelled. “Your quota for the day just increased! You better get working faster or you will suffer tonight!” He started slashing at their back with his whips, and Delsanra wailed in pain as the whip bit into her flesh. She pushed harder, trying to ignore her pain and exhaustion.

Zugarod hurried off and began whipping at any slave he found. The orcs wanted the slaves to pick up the pace, and Delsanra didn’t know if that was possible. Delsanra wondered what the new quota was. She did not even know what the old quota was. None of the slaves did, until the reached the end of the day, and learned whether they would be savagely whipped for not reaching it. Delsanra kept pushing herself as she started filling the wheelbarrow again. She strained as she found strength that she did not know she had. The fear of the orcs’ savage punishment was a powerful motivator.

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Avshera pressed herself against the stone wall, trying to hide, trembling in terror. She had been running all night and into the next day through the forest. When they had heard the orcs, and Avshera, Tilvial, and Jastira had all run in different directions, Avshera thought she had lost the orcs. And for many hours, she saw or heard no sign of them. But now she heard their voices again. She had started to run, unsure if the orcs had detected her or not. Eventually she had come across these stone ruins in the forest and had decided to stop here and catch her breath. But that had been a stupid decision. Because the ruins had drawn the orcs too. Avshera could hear their voices. They were nearby. They were looking for her, she was sure of it. Her heart pounded in her chest as fear overwhelmed her. If they captured her, she would end up back in the fuck pit. She could not go back to the fuck pit! She would rather die. The voices grew louder. The orcs were drawing closer. Should she run? Surely, they would hear her if she ran. And they would outrun her. They were much bigger and faster. And she was exhausted. Running was not an option. Her only option was to hide here. She closed her eyes and began praying to the gods that the orcs would not find her.

But still the voices drew nearer. Her prayers had gone unanswered. This was it. They would find her. They would recapture her. Back to the fuck pit she would go.

She almost started sobbing but she stopped herself, knowing they would hear her. Suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth. Taken by surprise, Avshera jumped and tried to scream but the hand clamped tighter around her mouth. The entity that grabbed her leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Be quiet or they will hear us.” It was a feminine voice. The hand was pulled from Avshera’s mouth, and she turned to see a human woman. She was a tall brunette, middle aged, and wore a simple brown robe. The woman held up a finger to her lips, signaling Avshera to be quiet. Then she gestured for her to follow. Avshera followed her, fearful that the orcs would come upon them any second. The woman took Avshera through the stone ruins. Then she stopped and looked down at the ground. She bent down and grabbed something. Avshera didn’t see it at first but then she realized that there was some kind of wooden board on the ground, covered in leaves and sticks. The woman began to slide the board away, revealing a large hole in the ground. She gestured for Avshera to go down it. Avshera looked down at the hole. It was some kind of tunnel. The walls of the hole were stone and there were stone stairs leading down into the depths. It was too dark for her to see how far they went down or what was at the bottom. But Avshera knew that the orcs were nearby. Whatever was down there was preferable to the orcs and the fuck pit they would toss her.  She quickly moved down the stairs. The woman followed her, sliding the board back into place to conceal the hole behind her.

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By mid-day, sweat was pouring off of Delsanra’s body, stinging her eyes and every place that the whip had broken her skin, which at this point was all over her body. The sun was high overhead, and the heat was unbearable as she toiled away. She knew that they would likely be fed and watered soon. Her throat was parched and she was famished, and she was eager for the break.

So was the human that had been paired with Delsanra. She was struggling more and more as the day went on. Her legs were wobbling and several times she stumbled. Delsanra pulled the wheelbarrow and the human slavegirl pushed it. But pretty soon, the human was too weak to provide much assistance. It meant Delsanra had to shoulder more of the burden. And it meant they went slower and were whipped more by Zugarod who chastised them for being lazy cunts and warned them to pick up the pace. Eventually, it was too much for the human girl. She collapsed. Zugarod hurried over and began lashing her with his whip. Still, the human could not get up. Zugarod frowned. He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. Delsanra knew what it meant and she hurried over and tried to coax the human girl to get up. But she barely responded. She was barely conscious. A pair of orcs hurried over, beckoned by Zugarod’s whistle. They pushed Delsanra aside and began to drag off the human. Delsanra knew that the slave being dragged off would likely never be seen again. She would almost certainly be killed. If the rumors were true, she would be butchered and her meat added to the gruel.

Delsanra rose to her feet and looked at the wheelbarrow. She would be working it alone now. But then Zugarod shouted for the slaves to break. Finally, it had come time for the slaves to get their food and water break. Delsanra wondered if the break had come a few minutes earlier, whether it would have saved her partner. But she pushed he thought aside as she hurried over to eat. She could not focus on the other slave, who was now likely dead. She had to hurry up and eat before the gruel was gone or she too would be dead. The slaves crowded around the food and water troughs. While Delsanra ate, she heard louds cracks of a whip and angry shouting. She instinctively winced. The sound of the whip always scared her. Delsanra looked up from the food troughs to see a pair of goblins leading a group of human slaves. The slaves were pushing empty wheelbarrows. The goblins took them straight over Zugarod.

“Some more cunts for you to work,” one of the goblins said. “These ones were working in our gold mine. But the orc war council sent us a message, said they would pay us to give to you, to mine iron. They are good workers.”

Zugarod looked the human slaves up and down. “They look in pretty good condition. They must not work too hard,” he remarked.

“We work them hard, but not to death like you do. But you orcs can do what you want with them. Your orc war council paid us good coin. They are yours do with as you please,” the goblin replied. “We took them to your head overseer and he said to bring them here. I had them bring wheelbarrows, you want them to start hauling the rock?”

“Aye, we will make good use of them. We have them mining useful minerals here, not those shiny rocks you goblins care so much about. But they won’t be able to push those wheelbarrows alone. Not when they are filled with rock. But I will pair them up with other slaves.” Zugarod replied. He turned to the slaves still crowded around the food and water troughs. “Alight cunts, break is over. Back to work!” He grabbed one of the new human slaves’ girls, a young blonde. “You, go with her,” he commanded, pushing her over to Delsanra. “She lost her lazy cunt partner. So, you can help her now.” He started handing out assignments to all the new slaves, as Delsanra took the blonde human over to the wheelbarrow. It was full with gravel, and they began to take it to the edge of the quarry.

Delsanra did not say anything to the new slave. They were not permitted to chatter while they worked. But she wondered what this girl’s past was. She looked young. But her back was scarred from being whipped. She looked like she had suffered a very rough slavery. She looked miserable. Delsanra realized that she likely looked just as miserable herself.

As they worked, Delsanra noticed that thick clouds were rolling in. A little later, as they continued toiling, the sky was darkened with clouds. Delsanra was glad that for once the sun was not beating down on her naked flesh. And then the rain started. Hard, pouring rain. Delsanra closed her eyes, enjoying the rain. It soothed her sore, lashed flesh. And it began to wash away some of the sweat and dirt that accumulated from her time in the labor camp. She realized this was another one of those small things to hold onto, something that would make her misery here slightly more bearable.

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As soon as the wooden board had been placed over the hole, the tunnel had turned pitch black, and Avshera could not see anything. But the human took her arm and gently led her down the stairs. They eventually reached the bottom and the woman led Delsanra blindly through a tunnel. But as they walked, Delsanra saw a glowing light ahead of her. As they drew closer, Delsanra saw that it was a candle, and when Delsanra’s eyes adjusted to the faint light, she realized they were in some kind of chamber. “The  ruins above used to be a temple, and this was part of the basement” the woman explained. “It was sacked many years ago by the orcs. But they rarely come around this area of the forest now. We should be safe and they will not find us, unless they have one of their hounds that will pick up our scent.  But most orcs do not have those hellish hounds.”

“Thank you for saving me, the orcs are looking for me,” Avshera said.

The woman looked he up and down. “You are one of those elves.  They apparently desire you as slaves.”

Avshera nodded. “Yes, they stole me away from our world. My mother and me both. But my mother is dead now. So are my brother and father.  The orcs killed them all.” Her voice filled with emotion and her eyes teared up, as she thought about her family.

The woman took Avshera’s hand again and led her over to a table. One the table was an unlit candle, and the woman took the candle and carried it over to the lit one and lit it, adding more light to the room. She brought it back to the table. “I am sorry about your family. But it is good you got away. How did you escape the orcs’ grasp?” she asked Avshera, and Avshera told the woman the story of how they had fled from the portal area in the chaos and into the forest.

As she spoke, the woman walked over to a shelf and grabbed from it a bottle and an empty cup. She poured liquid from the bottle into the cup and then returned to Avshera. “Drink this. it will help you regain your strength,” she said, handing her the cup.

Avshera’s throat was parched and she drank the glass quickly. It was very sweet, too sweet for Avshera’s liking, but she was too thirsty to care. She continued with her story. When she finished, the woman nodded.

“Well, as I said, the orcs will not find you. But I can see why they wanted to; you elves are very pretty.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Avshera replied, a little embarrassed.

“Yes, you will make a fine slave,” the woman said.

“Sorry, what?” Avshera replied. Her voice slurred. Suddenly, she felt woozy. Then her head began to spin.

The woman looked Avshera up and down and sneered. “Yes, a fine slave indeed.” As Avshera grew dizzier, she glanced at the now empty cup she had been given. She had been drugged! Avshera tried to step away. But she stumbled. And then she crashed onto the ground and everything went black.

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Jastira stood at the edge of the forest, looking out at the sprawling field ahead of her. She had walked all day and had finally made it to the end of this forest. But what lay ahead? Was it safe to leave the forest? She knew there were orcs in the forest. She had no idea what was beyond it.  But it was easier to hide in the forest. As Jastira pondered her next move, she suddenly heard voices ahead of her. She ducked behind a tree and peered out from behind it warily. As she watched, she saw a couple figures moving through the field ahead of her. They were not orcs. They were humans. A pair of men. Jastira jumped out from her hiding spot and ran in their direction. She knew that the humans were also victims of the orcs, just like the elves. Surely, these humans would help her. As she drew close, Jastira called out to the men. Startled, they spun around. Their eyes widened in shock when they saw a collared, naked elf running in their direction.

“Please you have to help me,” Jastira cried. “I escaped from the orcs in that forest. They enslaved me but I escaped! Please can you help me!”

The men turned to each other and frowned. “Should we take her?” he asked the other. The other nodded, and the first sighed. “I am sorry for this,” he replied and he lunged forward and grabbed Jastira. Suddenly she found herself pressed into the dirt. Her hands were wrenched behind her back and bound. Jastira cried out in protest and cloth was shoved in her mouth, gagging her. The humans hauled Jastira back up onto her feet. “OK, let’s get her back,” one of the men said, and they began to drag her off.

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It was pouring rain still. A torrential rain. It had been raining like this for hours. At first, it had come as a relief for Delsanra as it washed away the grime, cooled their air, and provided a ready source of water to quench her throat as she toiled away. But as the day wore on, it made the conditions in the quarry miserable. It was hard to see. The ground was mostly rock and the water made it as slippery as ice. And as the water soaked the gravel, it made it that much heavier, and that much harder to transport. Delsanra’s already miserable day had become that much more difficult.

Delsanra and the new human slavegirl finished filling their wheelbarrow with another load of limestone. Delsanra began pushing the wheelbarrow and the human girl pulled it as they struggled to transport it to the edge of the quarry. The human girl slipped on the slippery rock and fell, crying out as she gashed her shin on the stone. Delsanra looked around, terrified the overseer was nearby and would see them, but thankfully he was not. Delsanra hurried over and helped the girl up. “We only have a little further to go,” she said in a low voice, pointing to the pile of gravel ahead of them. “And it is getting dark; I think the day is almost over. We will get to stop soon. And rest.” The human girl nodded and wiped the tears form her eyes. Delsanra prayed she was right. They continued on with their task. “I am Delsanra,” she told the human as they continued working. The loud rain meant that they could risk talking a little without being heard off in the distance she thought.

“My name is Sarinica,” the human girl replied.

The slaves worked in the quarry for another couple hours before they were finally allowed to stop. Night had fallen and their day was finally over. As they filed from the quarry, Delsanra eyed the pile of limestone they had mined. She prayed it was enough. But as Zugarod started shouting angrily, telling the slaves they were all lazy cunts, Delsanra realized they had not. A bunch of the slaves started crying, knowing what was in store for them. “What is going to happen to us?” Sarinica whispered to Delsanra. Delsanra reached out and squeezed her hand, trying to comfort her. But she did not respond to the question. Delsanra did not have the heart to tell Sarinica what was about to happen to them.

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Still wrapped in tentacles in the cave, Mariona was panting and covered in sweat, as she came down from the series of forced orgasms that the tentacle in her pussy had induced. Every time she or Riniya started struggling against the tentacles holding them, tentacles pushed their way into their pussies and began their rhythmic thrusting until the elves orgasmed over and over. The tentacles brought the elf maidens to climax until they were exhausted and stopped struggling. Mariona was learning that fighting these tentacles that held her captive was futile. She stared at her grotesquely swollen belly and then at Riniya’s. Any doubt that they had been implanted with some kind of eggs or some other kind of brood had been laid to rest. The eggs were growing in their wombs, stretching their bellies even more. It had been many days, or so Mariona assumed. Maybe it had only been a couple days. Or maybe it had been weeks. It was hard to tell in the dark cavern.

Suddenly, Riniya let out a muffled cry through the tentacle shoved down her throat. Mariona looked over at her and saw that Riniya’s eyes were filled with fear. And she started thrashing around, against the tentacles that held her tightly. At first, Mariona assumed Riniya was trying to fight the tentacles like she just had. But when she saw her friend’s eyes, she realized it was something else. Riniya was terrified about something

Then Mariona felt something. She felt something moving around in her belly, churning within her womb. The things inside were beginning to move around, writhing around rapidly. She saw the flesh of her belly rippling. When she glanced over at Riniya, she saw her belly doing the same. The terrifying thought crossed Mariona’s mind. Whatever had been implanted into her uterus had just hatched.

(End of Part 6, to be continued...)

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