The Tale of Delsanra: Part 10 – Delsanra Breaks Down

By mid-day at the labor camp, all of the slaves were suffering from sheer exhaustion as they were forced by the whip to work at a rapid pace to clear the quarries of mud. A couple humans had already collapsed and were dragged off. Delsanra knew that she was on the verge of collapse. Fear kept her going. Now it was not fear of the lash. It was fear she would be killed if she could not keep working.  But in spite of her fear, Delsanra was so exhausted, she felt dizzy. Her arms and back felt like they were on fire from being overworked. Delsanra started to wonder if maybe death would be a better option. She wondered if it would be a quick death or a long and tortuous one.

“Alright break for food and water!” an orc yelled out and Delsanra fell to her knees, letting out a cry of relief. She set down her shovel and began to crawl towards the overseer, watching as troughs were filled with slave gruel and water. Delsanra pushed her way into a spot at the water trough and thirstily drank.

As the slaves ate and drank and tried their best to gather themselves for the long afternoon and night to come, Ralfor arrived. He was met at the quarry by goblins. The goblins had expertise in engineering and had surveyed the camp. They reported to Ralfor their findings.

“The river overflowed and on top of that you are getting all kinds of run off from the hills around the mines,” a goblin reported. “And that water is all going to find its way downhill. It is all going to end up in your pits here. You can keep shoveling away this mud but at least for the next day or two, more and more water is going to flow in here and just create more mud.”

Ralfor began cursing, irate at the situation. Finally, he stopped his tirade and asked, “So what can I do?”

“You need to get the water to start flowing somewhere else. You need to dig trenches and channels, to get the water to flow away from your quarries,” the goblin responded. He began to talk through his proposal with Ralfor. Ralfor deferred to the goblins, who were smarter than orcs when it came to engineering. He gathered some of the overseers and the goblins ran through the plan. Their discussion gave the slaves a longer break than usual, which was badly needed, even more so than normal. They were at the breaking point and it was only mid-day. Finally, the orcs were ready. A bunch of slaves, Delsanra among them, were tasked with trench-digging. The trench was to be dug on the other side of the quarry, where the ground was on an incline and the water would hopefully flow down the trench. It meant that the slaves, and the orc overseers tasked with supervising them, had to traverse through the mud to get to the other side of the quarry.

The orcs tasked with leading the slaves were not happy. They too would have to wade through the thick mud. One of the orcs unfurled his leash and began slashing at the slaves. “Get moving, cunts!” he growled. Delsanra and the other slaves began to move forward, wading into the mud. As they continued forward, the mud grew deeper, up to their shins and then their knees . The mud was thick that moving through it was extremely difficult. Every step was a chore. Each time Delsanra stepped forward, her foot sank deep into the mood. Then when she tried to lift a foot, the mud sucked her foot back down. They had hundreds of yards to traverse and it was slow-going as the slaves struggled to move through the mud. The orcs grew impatient. They too had difficulty moving through the mud, but they were stronger, bigger, and much better rested and fed. And they had not been worked half to death. But they did not sympathize with the slaves’ plight and lashed at them savagely with their whips, trying to get them to move faster. Delsanra screamed in pain as the whip slashed into her back as she struggled to keep moving through the thick mud. Her legs were on fire. Her muscles were so sore. She felt so exhausted and her head began to spin even more.

Suddenly, beside her, a slave collapsed, her body falling forward facedown into the mud. She began sinking further into the mud. The slave flailed around, trying to pull herself up, but she just sank in further until her head was completely submerged. An orc screamed at her to ‘stop screwing around’ and get up. But as her flailing slowed, Delsanra realized she was unable to pull herself up, and was drowning in the mud. She tried to hurry over and help the slave. An orc stood nearby but did not offer any help. He just screamed at the flailing slave. 

 

By the time Delsanra reached the slave, she had stopped flailing. When Delsanra finally was able to pull her up from the mud, she found that the slave was dead. Caked in mud, it took Delsanra a minute to realize who it was. But then she saw a hint of red hair under the layers of mud and saw enough of her face to recognize her. It was the redheaded human who had tormented Delsanra, forcing her to orally service her at night. In spite of this, Delsanra was devastated to see her die. No one deserved to die like this.

There was a loud splat, and the searing pain, as the whip stuck Delsanra’s muddy back. “Leave the dead cunt and get moving her or you will join her in the afterlife!” an orc screamed. Reluctantly, Delsanra let go of the dead slave, and her body sank back into the mud. Delsanra began trudging through the mud again. As exhausted and broken down as her body was, she wondered if she would soon face the same fate as the redhead and so many other human slaves.

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“I am not a slut! I was a proud warrior!” Ialantha cried as she tried to clamp her thighs together to prevent Udruk from having access to her vagina. She was on her back in the middle of the slaver camp. Because she had shown resistance earlier, her arms and wrists were bound behind her back, leaving her helpless to physically resist. But Udruk did not take kindly to her verbal resistance or the clamping of her thighs. He brought the slave flogger down hard across her breasts, slashing into them, causing her to scream in pain. Crying, Ialantha reluctantly parted her thighs. Nearby, Selussa knelt on the ground and observed. All of the elves from Salelenor at the Bhezur slaver camp were being trained. Selussa and Ialantha were being trained by Udruk. He was working to “bring out the slut” in these two slaves.

Udruk brought down the flogger against her chest again. “You are not permitted to speak in the first person yet, slut,” he growled. Udruk reached between Ialantha’s parted thighs and began to rub her sex. She grunted and squirmed, letting out a louder grunt when he let one of his fingers push between her labia and slide into her pussy. He raised his eyebrows as his finger slipped inside her. She was wetter than he had anticipated. Clearly, the breaking and conditioning of the slaves was working. He smiled as he pushed another finger inside of her wet cunt. Ialantha let out a protesting whimper as the fingers violated her, which turned to a dismayed wail as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt. He quickly picked up speed, fingering her at a rapid pace, the wet squelching sound pleasing Udruk and humiliating Ialantha.

Ialantha closed her eyes and tried to put her mind elsewhere, ignoring her body’s growing arousal. She thought of her old life. She had been a skilled archer in the army or the kingdom of Argothrond. She had been on the wall defending Salelenor and had killed several orcs before the orcs breached the city from the other side and overran them. She thought she would die that day. But she had learned that orcs had a very different purpose for female elves. It was horrifying and humiliating and revolting. So why was her body reacting like this, like it enjoyed this abuse and humiliation?

She shook her head, moaning in frustration as her arousal built and built and her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Finally, Udruk withdrew his fingers and inspected them. They were wet and sticky, thoroughly coated in her juices. He slipped his fingers under her nose. “Smell that, cunt? You are a slut. Now taste your sluttiness.” He forced his fingers past her lips and began thrusting them in and out of her mouth. “Suck,” he commanded. A humiliated Ialantha complied.

Udruk turned and looked past his shoulder towards Selussa. “I am going to fuck this slave. You will watch. And when I am done, you better be wetter than she is. Start fingering yourself, slave,” he ordered her. As a blushing Selussa got to work and thrust a hand between her thighs and began rubbing herself, Udruk turned back to Ialantha. She was still on her back and he climbed on top of her, forcing himself between her parted thighs.

“Nooo!” Ialantha cried. Her protest earned her a hard slap across the face. Udruk reached down and grabbed his cock and began to rub it against her slit. “Your mouth says no slut, but your cunt is so wet, you clearly are begging for it,” he observed. Then he positioned his cock at her opening and pushed forward hard with his hips, burying his cock inside her with one quick thrust. He felt his cock met with a hot, gushing wetness within her cunt. Her body was enjoying his attention.

Ialantha clamped her eyes shut and started shaking her head back and forth, whimpering, as Udruk pulled back and slammed into her again. He began to drive his cock in and out of her with long stokes. Her cunt was quite tight, and warm and slick, and Udruk grunted in pleasure as he pounded hard and deep into her, withdrawing from her almost completely then slamming back into her, roughly dominating her.

The wetness from her slick cunt dripped from his cock as he pounded her. He buried his face into her tits, sucking and nibbling on her nipples, feeling them quickly harden in his mouth. As the orc continued fucking the slaves, her cheeks reddened and she started breathing heavily, then panting and gasping. Udruk realized Ialantha was about to climax, in spite of the resistance she was trying so hard to give him. Suddenly, she tensed up and he could feel her cunt clenching down and spasming around his cock, then a gush of her juices, as a powerful orgasm exploding through her body. Udruk smiled as he pulled his cock from her sopping wet cunt.

“Yes, you are coming along very well, slut,” he remarked. He turned again to Selussa. “Is your cunt nice and wet, slut?” he asked.

“Yes Master, this slut’s cunt is very wet,” Selussa replied, as she continued fingering herself.

Udruk turned back to Ialantha. “Time for us to see just how slutty you are,” he said as he reached down and shoved a pair of his fingers inside her wet cunt and swirled them around, coating them in her juices. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and began to rub her asshole, lubricating it with her pussy juice.

Now knowing what he intended, Ialantha cried, “No, please no!” This earned her another hard slap. He pushed a finger inside her ass, and began to finger fuck her back passage and get it lubricated with her pussy juices. He pulled his fingers from her ass and then pushed his cock into her cunt, getting it nice and lubricated again before he pulled out and flipped Ialantha over so she was on her knees with her face pushed into the dirt and her ass in the air. Udruk slid his cock between her ass cheeks and against her anus. Ialantha grunted as his cock started to force itself past her sphincter and into her ass. Ialantha went into a panic and started bucking. Growling, Udruk raised his hand and brought it down hard against her ass cheek, leaving a nasty red handprint. He brought his hand down again over and over, spanking her hard until she stopped struggling. Udruk resumed pushing his cock into her tight asshole, causing more grunts from the elf but she didn’t try and fight it anymore.

Once Udruk had forced his cock fully inside her tight ass, his hips started to thrust powerfully, pounding into her ass hard and fast. Pained squeals erupted from Ialantha’s lips with each thrust. Udruk reached around her hips and thrusted his hand between her thighs. He began rubbing her engorged clit and fingering her as he fucked her ass. Soon, Ialantha’s pained squeals turned to soft moans and gasps, as her body reacted to the hand teasing her cunt. He fingerfucked her as he fucked her ass, penetrating both holes at once. Her ass was so tight that he had to fight to resist cumming. He was not ready to cum yet; he had more training to do. Udruk continued fingering Ialantha and rubbing her clit until she moaned loudly and another orgasm ripped through her body. He fell back onto his back and lifted Ialantha up, with his cock still buried in her as, so that she was straddling his lap. From his new position he was practically on top of Selussa, and he leaned back and rested his head between her tits. “Take your hand away from your cunt,” he commanded her. “I want you to watch me fuck your slave sister’s ass and you will get even wetter by just watching,” he ordered. He looked back to Ialantha. “And you start ride my cock and fuck your own ass,” he commanded.

Soon Ialantha was bouncing up and down, gasping and moaning again as Selussa watched.

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Udruk reached between Ialantha’s thighs again he pushed a couple fingers inside her, then at third. He started thrusting his finger in and out of her. Ialantha began moaning loudly and then shaking as another powerful orgasm ripped through her body, her cunt gushing all over Udruk’s hand and his lap as he continued pounding her ass.

Udruk fucked Ialantha’s ass until he was on the verge of cumming, and then he pulled her off him. He grinned as he stared at her gaping asshole and dripping cunt. “Kneel,” he commanded her. “And you, present your cunt to be fucked,” he ordered Selussa. She quickly got on all fours and parted her thighs wide, raising her ass high to present her cunt. Udruk reached down and pushed a couple of his fingers into her glistening, swollen cunt. It was drenched with arousal. The slaves were coming along nicely. He positioned behind Selussa and pushed his cock inside her. She moaned loudly. Now he was ready to fuck an elf until he climaxed, a reward to himself for furthering the training of these two sluts.

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Mariona groaned through the tentacle down her throat, wincing in pain as she felt something moving around in her womb. Her belly had swollen grotesquely, as had Riniya’s, much bigger than one would with a normal pregnancy. The things that had hatched inside their wombs had grown immensely in size. She was frequently in discomfort or pain, but it always seemed that when it got too unbearable, the tentacle would thrust into her vagina and induce a series of orgasms until she was a panting, exhausted, sweaty mess. This seemed to melt the pain and discomfort away. It got to the point that Mariona would deliberately flail with her arms, to draw the tentacles attention and induce the orgasms.

But today, the things in her belly seemed to be churning and writhing around more than usual. And then the painful contractions began. They came suddenly, causing Mariona to let out a muffled cry. Soon, she heard similar muffled cries from Riniya. It seemed she was undergoing the same painful contractions.

Mariona started to thrash around, trying to induce the tentacles to give her orgasms and melt the pain away. But this time, a tentacle did not snake through the cave and force its way into her vagina to force orgasms on her. Instead, the tentacles wrapped more tightly around her limbs, holding her firmly in place.

Mariona cried out as she felt a searing pain in her lower abdomen as the contractions intensified. A rush of slimy liquid suddenly rushed from her vagina, running down her legs. Her vagina began spasming and clenching involuntarily as the pain intensified. She cried out and felt the sudden urge to bear down and push down with her abdominal muscles. A couple minutes later, she felt some kind of fleshy perturbance emerging from her vagina. She looked down and she saw dark, slimy tentacles sliding out of her vagina and squirming around. They slipped from her body and fell downward into the darkness of the cave, and Mariona heard a splash. Apparently, the floor of the cave was submerged in water. More intense, painful contractions wracked Mariona as more slimy masses of tentacles slithered from her body. She glanced over at Riniya, who was thrashing wildly, clearly in pain. Slimy tentacles were sliding out of her vagina as well and falling to the water below. Both elves were birthing whatever had been growing inside them

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It was the afternoon and Delsanra was struggling to continue digging. After they had finally made it through the mud to the other side of the quarry, she had been relieved. But that relief was short-lived. The real work began and she was put to work with the other slaves, digging a long ditch. The sun blazed down on them. Sweat poured off her body. But Delsanra barely noticed the heat. Her entire body was throbbing in pain. Her limbs had no more strength.  She had been worked to exhaustion and her muscles had reached their limit. But every time she slowed, the whip slashed into her. Blood was pouring down her back. She was not the only slave in this condition. All of the slaves that had been tasked with digging the channels and ditches to allow the water to follow from the quarry were on the brink of collapse. In fact, a few of the humans had collapsed and were dragged away.

Then Imizael collapsed. Delsanra watched in horror as her friend was whipped savagely until she was covered in blood. She was too weak to rise, and the whipping only worsened her condition. Delsanra started to cry as her friend was dragged off. Delsanra assumed that would be the last she saw of her friend.

Delsanra struggled to keep digging pushing her shovel into the dirt. It was getting harder and harder. Each thrust with the shovel grew harder and harder. Here legs grew wobbly. Suddenly, Delsanra stumbled and fell to her knees. She managed to pick herself up. She drove the shovel into the dirt again. Or tried to. The shovel barely sunk into the dirt. And down she went again. Delsanra tried to lift herself again, but her legs gave out. It was like they no longer worked. Delsanra cried out weakly in frustration as she tried in vain to rise. She heard an angry roar as an orc overseer hurried over to her. “Get back to work you lazy cunt!” he screamed. As he raised his whip, Delsanra’ was too weak to even try and shield her body with her arms. The whip came down hard, ripping into her flesh over and over. Delsanra’s body had shut down and her mind shut down next. The pain was so overwhelming but then it began to fade. Everything was a blur. She was going into shock. “Get rid of this one,” the orc overseer barked and another orc grabbed Delsanra and began dragging her off. Delsanra realized this was it. She would be killed. But at least her hell would be over. As she was thrown onto a wheelbarrow with a pair of half-dead human slaves, everything faded and went black.

(End of Part 10, to be continued...)

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