The Tale of Delsanra: Part 9 – The Mud Pit

It was the middle of the night and Ralfor was still in a foul mood as he sat in his office in the fort. He had lost a day of labor because of the storm. And his camp was already struggling to meet its newly-raised quota for iron ore and limestone. If the camp did not perform, the horde would divert newly-acquired slaves to other labor camps, those that did meet their quotas. Ralfor prided himself in running one of the most productive labor camps in all of Aegor. The slowdown was a bruise to his ego.

Not even the slave on her knees slurping on his balls while he sat at his desk cheered him up. He glanced down at her. She was the redheaded elf called Shanaera, one of the first elf slaves he had acquired. She was quite good at sucking cock and licking balls. So, while his was in a bad mood, he had to begrudgingly admit the sensation of her mouth and tongue on his balls felt good. He decided getting his cock sucked might help ease his tension. “Start sucking my cock, slut,” he ordered, and Shanaera quickly complied. Ralfor closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” Ralfor called, and an orc opened the door and filed inside.

“The rain has finally stopped,” the orc reported.

Relief washed over Ralfor. “Hurry up and finish,” he barked down at Shanaera. She was quite the skilled cocksucker, and it was only a few minutes before Ralfor climaxed, and dumped his seed down her throat. He pulled his pants up and rose from his seat. “Take this cunt back to the pens. Then come with me; we going to go survey the camp.” Ralfor went to fetch a lantern so he could inspect the condition of the camp in the aftermath of the storm.

What Ralfor discovered as he surveyed the camp put him right back into a foul mood. The torrential rain had finally stopped, but its effects were severe. The quarries had flooded with water, mixing with the soil to create massive mud pits. Standing at the edge of one of the quarries, Ralfor scanned the ground until he found a stick. Picking it up, he stuck it into the mud. The mud was more than a foot deep. And he knew that it would likely be much deeper towards the center of the quarry. Mining in the quarries would be impossible until the mud was removed. Ralfor had already lost a day of mining and now the mud would delay operations even more. He turned to the orc beside him. “Wake everyone up! We are getting this mud cleared now!” he growled.  It was still the middle of the night but Ralfor wanted to get them started right away.

A few minutes later, the orc arrived at the slave pens. “Wake up cunts!” he bellowed. “You have work to do!” He had awoken the overseers already and they filed down into the slave pen and joined him in yelling at the slaves, and lashing at those who were slow to get up.

The screaming orcs forced Delsanra awake. She groaned. She had been kept up half the night being fucked by orcs. It felt like she had just gone to sleep. She glanced down between her legs. Sticky orc cum was still oozing from her sore pussy and ass and down her thighs. It had not even begun to dry on her thighs. So, she indeed had just gone to sleep not that long ago. They were being awoken to begin their day of hard labor much earlier than usual it seemed.

The slaves were only given a few minutes to eat and drink from their troughs. And then they were sent to the quarries to clear the mud. It was still pitch black as they filed outside. The air was a bit chilly. But Delsanra knew that soon enough, her exertions would warm her up. She struggled to walk. Her whole body ached. She was so tired. She had no idea how she would make it through the day, especially one that had started so early.

Most of the slaves, including Delsanra’s team, were given shovels. A few slaves were given wheelbarrows. The slaves were commanded to scoop up the mud and fill the wheelbarrows so that the mud could be hauled away. An overseer told them that the quarries, all of them, had to be cleared by the end of the day. In the dark, Delsanra could not see most of the quarry. But as she glanced down in front of her, the mud looked thick. As she pushed the shovel into the thick mud, she discovered it was quite deep. If the entire quarry was filled with mud this thick and deep, there was no way they would be able to clear all of the quarries in a day. She dreaded what would happen to them when they didn’t. But that was not even her first concern. Her main concern was whether she could even make it the whole day in the sorry state that she was in.

A few yards away, there was a loud crack as a whip struck the back of a slave, and she cried out in pain. Delsanra quickly got to work and began scooping up the mud, wanting to avoid the lash. But even as she worked at a hard pace, it was only a few minutes before the first lash struck her, right across her left ass cheek hard, causing her to cry out in agony and almost drop her shovel. The orc overseers were grumpy that they had been pulled out of their beds early and sent to the muddy pits, and they vented their frustrations out on the slaves with their whips. Even the orcs that were not in a foul mood drove the slaves hard with their whips, eager to get the pit cleared so that mining could resume. Delsanra and the other slaves were forced to work at a frantic pace, scooping up the thick, heavy mud with their shovels. The day prior had been a relatively easy day. But any recovery for the slaves’ bodies was quickly erased as they worked hard. Within a few hours, Delsanra’s muscles were throbbing with pain. She glanced up the sky and saw the first hints of light. She knew she had a long day ahead of her, and wondered if and how she would make it through the day.

………………

Avshera screamed in pain as the wooden cane slashed into her ass yet again. She had been struck over and over, hundreds of times, over the past several hours. After waking from her drugged, unconscious state, Avshera had found herself tied down in a bent over position across a table, with her ass in the air. And as soon as she had awoken, the vicious caning by the human woman had begun. And the woman would not relent no matter how much Avshera pleaded.

“Please, Mistress, please stop!” Avshera wailed to the woman. The first thing the woman had instructed Avshera when Avshera had awoken from being drugged was that her name was Eliana, but that Avshera was required to call the woman ‘Mistress.’ But Avshera’s compliance with this rule did nothing to stop Eliana from lashing her ass over and over. Eliana struck Avshera again, causing the young elf to cry out in pain.

“Why are you doing this, Mistress?” Avshera wailed.

Eliana paused and lowered the cane. “So that you understand that you are still a slave and at my mercy. As your owner, I can do with you as I please,” she responded in a casual, matter-of-factly tone.

“Why are you keeping me as a slave? You are a human! I did not think humans were like orcs!” Avshera wailed. Then she let out a pained cry as the cane struck her ass again, hard.

“We are not like those vicious back-stabbing monsters,” Eliana snapped. “But not all of us humans are bred to be submissive slaves. Some of us were born to be dominant. Before the orcs turned on my kingdom of Jorshah, I owned many slaves. But then the orcs betrayed us and attacked. All of my slaves and friends and family were killed or taken. But I escaped and managed to flee to these old ruins. I have been here now for months, thinking I would never see another soul again. Until you came along. I always wondered what it would be like to have an elf as a slave. Now I shall know.”

Avshera started to sob, and shook her head. “No! Please do not enslave me! Please, I cannot go back to slavery!” Her pleas turned to a pained cry when the cane once again struck the tender flesh of her ass. The disciplining resumed and Eliana began a series of new strikes, striping the young elf’s ass even more.

As Avshera writhed around in pain, it began to sink in that she had escaped the orcs but she had not escaped slavery. It seemed that was the fate of any elf in this world, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it.

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After capturing her, the human men dragged off Jastira, walking for a few hours. They didn’t speak and when Jastira tried to plead through her gag, they hushed her. They warned her that an orc patrol could always be nearby, so they had to be quiet. As much as Jastira wanted to plead to the humans to let her go, she was more scared of the orcs. So, she fell silent.

Eventually they reached a village. Or what remained of the village. Most of the buildings were burnt to the ground. Those that were still standing were charred or badly damaged. Jastira was led down a road that traversed through the center of the village. The road took them out of the village, on the other side, and they walked for another 30 minutes until the reached what appeared to be a farm. Like the village before it, it had been mostly destroyed. The fields looked like they had been burnt. Portions that had not been burnt were trampled. But in the center of the farm was a large barn, that looked to be mostly undamaged. As they drew closer, Jastira saw a crowd standing around outside the barn. And as they drew closer still, she saw that lined up along a fence that surrounded the barn were four elf maidens. The elves were surrounded by a couple dozen humans; all but a handful were grown men, though there were a few women and children scattered in the crowd.

The men that had taken Jastira led her over to the other elf maidens. She saw that their wrists were bound to posts of the fence, and her wrists were similarly bound to the fence. “We found this one near where we found the others earlier,” one of the men announced. “She is an escaped slave from the Talmot Forest, like the others.”

One of the men that had been at the barn before Jastira arrived nodded. “We were just discussing what to do with them.”

One of the elves interjected, panic in her voice. “Please you cannot send us back to the orcs!”

The man turned and gave her a sympathetic look. “I am sorry, it is not personal. We do not wish ill on you. But the orcs have most of our wives and daughters. If we turn you in, perhaps they will return our women. And perhaps they will agree to spare those of us here that remain.”

Another man spoke up. “Do you really think the orcs would ever give us anything? Look at what they did to King Otto. No human cooperated more with the orcs than him, and it did not save him.”

Another man interrupted. “We have to at least try. And what do you think the orcs will do to us if they find that we sheltered these escaped elves?”

“The same they will do to us if these elves had never shown up,” another man interjected. “If the orcs ever discover us, they will kill all of us and take the remaining girls and women. And if we try and bring these elves to them, they will learn of our existence. Better to stay hidden here. If we contact the orcs, it will just be our doom.”

A man on a horse spoke up next. He was a warrior, dressed in armor. “The orcs killed us and took our women because they wanted our women as slaves. But now they have elves. Perhaps they do not even care so much about having human slaves now. We have to try. These elves may buy us safety and freedom for our women they took. You are right. The orcs will kill us when they find us. But it is only a matter of time before they do. We cannot stay hidden on this farm forever. They will find us and they will kill us, and take the women that remain. Unless we can offer them something and make a deal. We have to at least try. And there is nothing we can offer that is more valuable to them than these elves.” He turned to the captive elf maidens. “I am sorry that we have to do this. But the orcs would have captured you eventually anyway.”

“We should vote on this,” said one of the men who had objected to handing over the elves.

The warrior nodded. “Then let us vote. All in favor of turning over the elves, raise your hands.”

All but a handful of the humans raised their hands. Only a few raised in objection. Jastira and the elf maidens started to beg and plead. But they were ignored. The humans had voted and their fate was sealed.

“Chain them up so we can transport them,” the human warrior ordered.

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Avshera’s caning had finally ended. She had screamed and cried until her voice was hoarse. She had begged and promised Eliana that she would obey her Mistress, if she would stop hurting her. Finally, Eliana had relented. Avshera’s wrists and ankles were bound with rope to legs of the table that she was bent over, and Eliana freed her limbs from the legs of the table. For a brief moment, Avshera considered trying to escape. But the woman was much bigger than her and looked stronger. Avshera knew the woman would chase her down. And Avshera did not want to be caned again. She quickly dismissed the idea of trying to flee. Eliana pointed to the ground. “Kneel,” she commanded. Avshera was quite experienced in kneeling as slave and she quickly complied.

“Slave, you will learn that while I am strict, I am not excessively cruel like the orcs can be with their slaves. If you are an obedient and devoted slave, you will have a good life under me,” Eliana said. “Are you hungry?”

Avshera nodded. She was starving. Eliana sat down on a chair and pointed to her feet. “Then to earn your meal, crawl over here and prove your devotion, obedience, and submission to me. Kiss my feet.”

Avshera crawled over on her knees. She leaned in to kiss the woman’s booted feet, but Eliana stopped her. “Unlace my boots and remove them, first” she commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Avshera said softly and she removed the boots. She knelt down and placed a soft kiss on each of the woman’s feet.

“Is that how you show true devotion, girl?” Eliana asked, frowning. “You must learn to worship your Mistress’s feet. Lean down and kiss them like a true devoted slave.” Avshera leaned in and pressed her lips to Eliana’s left ankle and began to kiss her way down her foot, planting soft kisses along its entire length before she reached the woman’s toes. “Kiss each toe,” Eliana ordered sternly, and Avshera complied, kissing the big toe first and then moving down the line. She then kissed another trail back up the length or Eliana’s foot, ending again at her ankle. “That’s better, girl.” She lifted her foot up and began to rub it all over Avshera’s face, filling her nostrils with their sweaty scent. “Kiss the sole too.” Avshera began planting more soft kisses along the sole, from the ball of her foot up to her heel.

Eliana pulled her foot away and then pointed to the other foot. “Now this one,” she commanded. Avshera repeated the process, kissing down the length of Aliana’s foot, then each of her toes, then back up her foot, and finally the sole of her foot. “Good slave,” Eliana offered, praising her slave, and patted her on the top of her head. “But you are not done yet. When you worship your Mistress’s feet, you must pay particular attention to my toes. Lick and suck them.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Avshera murmured and she leaned in again to Eliana’s left foot. She wrapped her lips around her big toe and began to gently suck on it, running her toe on the underside of the toe as she sucked. After a few moments she moved down to the next toe. Eliana’s feet had a slight salty, sweaty taste to them, but it was not as bad as Avshera feared it would be. As Avshera continued sucking her Mistress’s toes, Eliana guided her, instructing Avshera to lick in between her toes. She teasingly wiggled her toes in Avshera’s mouth. Avshera was humiliated but her still-stinging ass was a stark reminder that she must obey, and she licked and sucked away, first one foot and then the other, until all of Eliana’s toes were shiny with Avshera’s saliva.

Eliana lifted her foot up and placed the sole of her foot in front of Avshera’s face. “Now lick my soles, clean them thoroughly,” she commanded. Avshera stuck out her tongue and leaned in, licking the bottom of her feet, from heel to toe. The sweaty taste of the soles of her feet were stronger, both salty and sweet. But as Avshera glided her tongue up and down, drool spilling down her chin, she realized it was much less unpleasant than the sweaty, unwashed orc cocks she constantly had in her mouth in the orc pit.

Eliana continued directing Avshera on how to properly worship her feet, having Avshera lick, suck, and kiss every part. She ended by pushing her foot up to Avshera’s lip’s and ordering her to ‘suck it like an orc cock.’ Avshera took the whole foot into her mouth and sucked on it, slowly pushing more and more of it into her mouth until she was almost gagging. But Avshera had gotten quite good at overcoming her gag reflex and she began sucking and slurping away at the foot jammed in her mouth. Eliana pulled her foot from her mouth and an instant later, the other foot was jammed into the elf’s mouth. Avshera wrapped her lips around that one and sucked away.

Eliana decided her new slave had sufficiently shown her submissiveness and devotion. She pulled her foot from Avshera’s mouth and planted both feet on Avshera’s face. “You have earned yourself a reward, my slave,” Eliana told her. She pulled one foot away and slid it down Avshera’s body, tweaking the elf’s nipples with her toes for a minute before sliding her foot down further, down her belly and between her thighs. She began to rub her foot against Avshera’s crotch. “Hump my foot,” she ordered. Without any hesitation, Avshera clenched her thighs around her Mistress’s foot and began to grind her crotch against it. She instinctively stuck out her tongue and began to lick the sole of the foot that was still pressed against her face as she humped away against the other foot. After a couple of minutes, the sensation of the woman’s foot pressing and rubbing against her pussy started to feel good. She grinded against the foot even harder, the warm tingle of arousal quickly building. Soon, Avshera was breathing heavily, then moaning softly. Suddenly, she gasped loudly and shuddered as she came hard, an orgasm ripping through her body.

When the orgasm subsided, Eliana pulled her foot away and ordered Avshera to lick it clean. When Avshera was done, she leaned it and placed a gentle kiss on each foot, then helped her Mistress put on he boots again and lace them. Avshera was shocked at how easily she had fallen to a state of acceptance to being a slave. But she knew that this slavery would be much less harsh than the fuck pit. Avshera knew that even if she managed to escape this woman, an orc might pluck her up. It was better to stay here with this woman.

Eliana snapped a leash onto Avshera’s collar. “Come girl, let us go forage for some edible plants. And if we are lucky some of my snares will have caught us a rabbit. I can teach you to make stew.” She began to lead Avshera from the underground chamber.” Avshera obediently followed.

(End of Part 9, to be continued...)

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