The Tale of Delsanra: Part 11 – The Fuck Rack

Avshera knelt on the floor and traced her tongue along Eliana’s foot. She had already thoroughly worshipped her Mistress’s left foot and now was kissing, licking, and sucking the right one. It was her second day of slavery to the human woman.

The prior day, Eliana had taken Avshera out from their underground chamber in the ruins and they had collected some edible plants to eat. They had even found a rabbit in one of Eliana’s snares. Its meat was now simmering with some root vegetables in a homemade stew. Avshera was eager to try it; it smelled delicious. When enslaved by the orcs, all she had been permitted to eat was bland, fishy slave gruel.  Eliana allowed Avshera to eat the same food she did, albeit from a bowl on the floor.

Avshera had spent the night chained up but had been released the next morning. She had tried to plead with the woman to consider releasing her, trying to reason that they could help each other to evade the orcs and flee to safety. Her request to be freed from slavery had earned her a vicious caning. Now Avshera was on the floor, trying to get back in her Mistress’s good graces by worshipping her feet, her ass still stinging fiercely from the caning. Eliana was seated on a chair, sticking her feet out for Avshera to give them her attention, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feel of Avshera’s tongue and mouth on her feet and toes.

“Alright, that is enough slave.” Eliana said, looking down at Avshera at her feet. “But since you did such a good job, I am going to allow you to worship another part of my body. Do you want to guess which one, slave?”

Avshera looked up at the woman. “Your pussy, Mistress?” she guessed.

Eliana laughed and shook her head. “No slave, you have not earned that privilege yet. But today I will let you worship my ass.”

Avshera looked up Eliana nervously, not keen on the idea. But Eliana ignored her hesitation. She got up on the chair so she was kneeling on it on her knees, and she turned around so that her ass was sticking out and facing Avshera. Eliana was wearing a dress, which she hiked it up until it rode above her curvy ass. “Start by kissing it,” she commanded.

Avshera stared nervously at the woman’s ass. The idea of ‘worshipping’ an ass was humiliating and degrading. But she knew that she would either worship this ass or have her own ass viciously caned again. Avshera leaned in and began planting soft kisses all over Eliana’s ass cheeks. “Get your face in there between my cheeks and start licking,” Eliana ordered. Swallowing what little pride and dignity she had left, Avshera pushed her face in, her nose sliding in between Eliana’s ass cheeks. Extending her tongue, she began to tentatively lick, sliding her tongue up and down the crack of her Mistress’s ass. “Show some enthusiasm slave! Show your devotion!” Eliana commanded in a stern tone.

Avshera stuck her tongue out further and began to slowly drag it the length of Eliana’s ass crack from the bottom to the top and back down again. Up and down she went, over and over, licking every inch. Eliana reached back and grabbed Avshera’s hair and pulled her in deeper. “Start licking my asshole and then get your tongue in there!” she ordered.

Avshera could not believe she was being made to do this. But she had grown accustomed to obeying and she reached with her hands and parted Eliana’s ass cheeks and pushed her face in deeper, sticking out her tongue as far as it would go and swirling it around the puckered hole. Then she began to push her tongue, plunging it into the woman’s asshole and squirming it around. Eliana closed her eyes and moaned, enjoying the sensation, and enjoying her dominance over the elf. Avshera continued to push her tongue in and out of her Mistress’s asshole, thoroughly disgusted and humiliated, but knowing she had no choice, for she was a slave.

Avshera was utterly humiliated but she realized her plight was likely better than that of most, if not all, of the elves that had been dragged off to this world. She wondered what had happened to Jastira and Tilvial as she continued tonguing her Mistress’s ass.

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Jastira and the four other elf maidens had their limbs chained up. To prevent them from trying to run, a heavy ball and chain had been attached to each of their slave collars. A handful of the human men stood guard around the captive elves as the rest of the humans went into the barn to debate how they could safely deliver the elf maidens to the orcs.

The five elf maidens were silent. They had given up trying to plead with the humans. Each sat there, contemplating their return to the orcs. A couple cried softly as they imagined what would happen to them upon their return. Jastira held back her tears but she was trembling and her heart was pounding in her chest. She felt nauseous. She was terrified at the thought of being returned to the fuck pit. She recalled the first couple weeks in the fuck pit and how terrible they had been. After that, her mind had largely shut down. Most waking moments from that point on in the pit were a blur. But then after she had been removed from the pit, her clear mind returned. And with it, the awareness of how absolutely miserable her existence had been in that pit, and dread at the thought of returning. She prayed that her mind would shut down quickly after her return so that she did not have to consciously experience the hellish pit.

After an hour, a couple of the human men exited the barn. One of the men turned to the humans that were guarding the elves. “We know of a small goblin outpost that is a half days’ walk from here. We think the goblins might be more reasonable to deal with than the orcs. We are going to take one of the elves to them, and then negotiate for our safety and the release of our women, in exchange for the other elves. I am supposed to grab the prettiest one to bring to the goblins.” He walked over to the elves, eying each one, and stopped at Jastira and pointed to her. He had decided she was the prettiest.  The men removed Jastira’s chains. Her wrists were bound behind her back and a leash was attached to her collar. The pair of men began to drag her off, away from the farm and down the road.

“Please do not deliver me to the goblins or orcs!” she pleaded. “Please, they will throw me back into the pit to be ravaged over and over! Please I cannot go back there!”

“Our wives and daughters are likely in such a horrible pit now,” one of the men replied. “Delivering you may be the only way to get them out. I am sorry we must do this to you, but it is the only option we have.” He took some cloth to gag Jastira and silence her protests and then they continued down the road. Jastira cried softly, devastated that she would soon be back in the clutches of the vile creatures that had stolen everything from her and put her through an unimaginable nightmare, a nightmare to which she was soon returning.

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Mariona hung limply, the tentacles holding her tightly in the dark cavern. She had birthed the tentacle creature’s brood and afterwards, she was quite sore. But then the tentacle creature had pushed a tentacle inside her vagina and began to fill her battered womb with some kind of slimy fluid. It felt incredibly cold, but also soothing. Her pain quickly faded. And then she felt herself growing incredibly tired, and fell unconscious. She had no idea how long she had slept but she had awoken and all her pain was gone. She had glanced down at her belly. It had returned to a relatively normal size.

A moan drew Mariona’s attention over to Riniya. A tentacle was thrusting in and out of her vagina. By the way she was writhing around and moaning, Mariona knew the tentacle was inducing her orgasms. Mariona instinctively began tugging with her arms against the tentacles holding them. Sure enough, within a few seconds of her feigned struggling, a tentacle slithered over from the darkness of the cavern and up her thigh. A moment later it was plunging in and out of her pussy, and within a couple minutes, a series of intense orgasms were ripping through her body.

When the orgasms finally stopped, Mariona was coated in sweat and panting, exhausted and content. The tentacle slid out of her sopping pussy. She glanced over at Riniya whose eyes was closed, sleeping after her orgasmic bliss. Mariona closed her eyes, also wanting to sleep. But then she felt another tentacle sliding up her thigh. It pushed inside her and Mariona assumed she was going to be given more orgasms. But it pushed all the way inside her to her cervix and Mariona suddenly felt painful contractions as her cervix began to dilate. Then familiar bulges began to traverse up the tentacle and inside her vagina, and made their way up to her womb. She realized she was being injected with more eggs. The horrifying process was starting over. A squeal drew her attention over to Riniya and she saw that her friend had awoken as she was similarly being injected with eggs again. Mariona realized that the two elf maidens might spend the rest of their lives serving as incubators for these strange tentacle creatures. She let out a dismayed and defeated moan at that realization.

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Jastira and the two human men walked for many hours. With each step, the pit in Jastira’s stomach grew larger. She knew each step was bringing her one step closer to the goblins, who would take her back to the orcs.

One of the men held Jastira’s leash. The other held a makeshift white flag, a piece of white cloth tied to a stick. He had explained to his human comrade that it would hopefully signify to any goblins or orcs that they “surrendered” and came in peace, and that might prevent them from immediately being killed. Jastira could not have cared less. She knew she was being sent back to slavery and what happened to these humans who were sending her back mattered not to her.

The road traversed through a wooded area. As they continued walking, there was a loud rustle of tree branches and suddenly, goblins leapt from the trees and landed on either side of the humans and Jastira. There were six goblins total, all brandishing spears, and they quickly surrounded the humans and elf. “What do we have here?” one of the goblins said.

“We come in peace. We found this runaway slave and we are returning her to you,” one of the men replied. He pushed Jastira forward, to present her.

The goblin looked her up and down, realizing she was an elf. “Returning her to us? And why would you do that?” he asked.

“Goblins and orcs took most of our women. We are all from a small village that was sacked a few months ago. But we are offering you elves in return for our women back and a promise of safety.” The man said.

“Or we could just kill you and take the elf cunt,” one of the other goblins said.

The man nodded. “You could. But we have several more elf slaves that we found. We figured you care more about getting back your elves than killing us, or keeping our women.”

The biggest of the goblins frowned and stepped forward, glaring at the pair of humans. He was silent for a few seconds, as he glared them up and down, before he finally spoke. “And what village are you from? And how many of your women did we take?”

“The man replied “You have a couple hundred of our women. But aren’t 5 elf maidens more valuable to you than a couple hundred humans?” He deliberately did not mention the name of their village in his response.  He did not want to reveal where they were hiding until they had assurances from the goblins and a deal was struck.

The goblin paused again, as he contemplated his response, and then replied. “Yes. We do care more about elf slaves. So, how do you propose we go about making this exchange? We will have to track down where your women were taken…”

Suddenly, there was the sound of hoofbeats. The goblins looked past Jastira and the humans, down the road. When Jastira turned, she saw a lone human riding in their direction. He wore armor and Jastira surmised he was some kind of warrior, perhaps a knight. He halted his horse a few dozen yards before he reached the others and dismounted. “I mean no trouble,” he called to the goblins as he began walking on foot towards them. “I am with these villagers. Here to help with the exchange. We can bring you the other elves quickly if we get assurances.”

“We are were just discussing terms,” One of the goblins replied as the man reached the group.

The man nodded. “Aye, sounds good.” Then, suddenly, he reached for his sword that was sheathed at his belt. In a split second, he unsheathed it and swung it at the nearest goblin, burying the blade in his chest. The other goblins shouted in surprise and raised their spears. But the man lunged towards them, stabbing another one through the chest before the goblins could react. The other four goblins lunged at him, screaming bloody murder. The man dodged aside, avoiding their spears as he hacked at them with his sword, killing them one by one. He was clearly a skilled warrior, and the goblins did not stand a chance. When only one goblin remained, that goblin turned to run into the forest. But the man gave chase. He ran the goblin down and stabbed it through the back. The goblin screamed and then fell silent as it died.

Jastira and the two men watched all of this in complete shock. As the man returned to them, one of the men spoke, panic in his voice. “Sir Berold, what are you doing? We were going to his exchange these elves for our women and our safety. We took a vote!”

The knight named Sir Berold shook his head and frowned. “I was not there for that vote. Most of my men were not. And those that were there voted foolishly. You selected me to protect us all, and I am doing just that.” He pointed to Jastira. “Do you really thing they would have just taken those elves and left us alone. After you surrendered her, they would have trailed you back to our village. They would kill us all and take the women that are left, along with the elves. Goblins and orcs don’t make deals with humans. King Otto’s folly proved that!”

“We had to at least try!” one of the men replied.

“Your attempt would have gotten us all killed. And they will never return our women willingly. Do you think they even have any idea where they are? They are likely scattered across Aegor. If they are ever to be saved, it will only be by force. And you were about to hand over to them members of the one race that might give us a chance against the orcs and goblins, to defeat them and rescue our women.” Berold stepped closer to Jastira. “I am sorry that all this has happened to you.” He looked down at her bound hands and then, using his sword, he carefully cut away the rope. He then removed his cloak and placed it over Jastira to cover her naked form. “I apologize on behalf of my fellow humans. They are desperate to get back our women and girls who were taken, but it caused them to act foolishly and without honor. Come, let’s get you back to your friends.” He turned to the pair of other men. “You will need to take the bodies of those goblins and bury them well, so that no orcs or goblins come upon them. Then come back to the farm. I am going to take her back myself.”

“Thank you,” Jastira said softly to the man. She was still in a bit of shock from all that had just transpired. The man gently took Jastira’s arm and guided her over in the direction of his horse.

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Delsanra’s eyes fluttered open as she awoke to the feel of a hand squeezing her ass. She tried to sit up but she realized she was immobile. Her mind still hazy, it took a few moments for her to understand what was going on. She heard a voice directly behind her. It was Ralfor. “So, they will still heal up if they are left in this fuck rack and constantly fucked?” he asked.

“Aye, it won’t be an issue,” a scratchy, high-pitched voice responded, which Delsanra recognized was a goblin’s, from the timbre of his voice. “You want their limbs and backs to heal up, not their cunts and asses. And besides, they heal quite remarkably. With only a few days of rest from hard labor they should be almost fully recovered, at least physically. Just make sure they get plenty of slave gruel and water, and make sure there is extra meat in the slave gruel, which you have plenty of with how many humans are dropping. As long as these elves don’t have to put too much strain on their limbs, they will good to go in a few days. And while they are healing, there shouldn’t be any issue with fucking them. It is good for them really, so they understand what they are.  So you can leave them in this fuck rack, and they can continue to serve the camp while they heal, as leisure for the overseers.” The hand that was squeezing Delsanra’s ass reached between her thighs and rubbed her pussy to emphasize the point.

As Delsanra adjusted to her surroundings, she started to realize where she was and what a ‘fuck rack’ was. A series of wooden posts had been lashed together. Delsanra was bent over a horizontal post with her ass jutting up in the air, and her ankles were tied to a pair of vertical posts that intersected and were lashed to the horizontal post. Her neck was pinned between a food trough that was right below her head and another horizontal post that was parallel to the one she was bent over. Her wrists were lashed to vertical posts that had been lashed to that horizontal post. She was thus completely immobile, secured in the wooden contraption with her ass jutting out, and her legs parted so that her ass and pussy were available to be fucked, as the name for the device implied. She could see that they were outside and the fortress was right in front of her, where she would be readily accessible to the orc overseers.

Delsanra could not turn her head too much but she was able to enough to see that beside her, on both sides, was a line of elf maidens, all similarly tied to the posts like she was. Next to her was an elf that she only knew a little, a redhead named Phinara. On the other side of Phinara was Imizael, and Delsanra was greatly relieved to see that she had survived. It seemed the elves’ healing ability had saved them from being killed when they could no longer work. Instead, they would be left here to heal, and to be fucked while they healed.

Delsanra realized she was starving and she glanced down into the food trough below her. In it was slave gruel, though it was much more liquidy than normal and she realized it had been mixed with water, likely so the slaves could get their water and gruel in one place. She strained her neck to dip her face into the trough and slurped up some of the soupy mixture. As the goblin had suggested, it had a much stronger meaty taste than normal. Delsanra was sickened by the fact that she was being made to eat humans that had been massacred. But she knew she had no choice.

Delsanra heard a squeal and her head shot up. See saw Phinara shaking her head and crying out, and then heard grunts. An orc had settled behind Phinara and was now fucking her. Delsanra couldn’t watch. She turned and dipped her head back into the food trough to eat. She tried to ignore the sounds of cries, grunts, and slapping of flesh.

Delsanra ate her fill. She realized it was the first time she had been permitted to eat as much as she wanted since being brought to the labor camp. But she had no illusion that the orcs cared about her. They just wanted her to heal up quickly so she could go back to work. The sounds of Phinara being roughly fucked beside her reinforced how little the orcs actually cared about the elves’ wellbeing. The elves were useful beasts of burden for these vile orcs.

As the day wore on, a number of orcs stepped up to the fuck rack, and chose an elf and a hole to fuck. Delsanra was lucky at first, as other elves were fucked. She felt sorry for Phinara and Imizael, both of whom were fucked a few times.

Delsanra squirmed, a little uncomfortable in her position. Tied down as she was, she could barely move. But she knew it was better than being in the quarry. Anything was better than the quarry.

As Delsanra sat in the fuck rack, she heard shouting. She glanced up and saw a procession of slaves, all chained in a coffle, being driven by orcs with whips. It was human women and girls, a couple hundred of them. By their relatively good condition, Delsanra guessed they were new arrivals to the labor camp. A handful of orcs were escorting them. Ralfor exited the fortress to meet the orcs. “How many?” he asked.

“More than 200,” one of the orcs replied. “This should help get production up.”

“Well as much ore as they are demanding every day, I have to work them really hard. They won’t last that long at the pace we work them,” Ralfor replied, speaking casually about working the slaves to death right in front of them. “How much longer until we get more elf slaves?”

The orc shook his head. “I have no idea. I heard rumors something bad happened in Elevosia and things aren’t going as planned, but that is all it is, rumors.”

Ralfor shook his head. “Well, they better hurry it up. Elves make so much better laborers. If they collapse, you just have to set them aside for a little while and they heal up quick. And while they are healing, they are quite fun to fuck.” He gestured over to the line of elf maidens in the fuck rack. “Well let’s get these new ones processed so we can get them to work.”

The coffle of human slaves was led into the fort. Delsanra sighed. As cruel as some of the humans had been, she sympathized with all of them. They were being worked to death in this camp. She thought of Lilly and Sarinica and hoped they were still alive.

Some time passed, and the door to the fort opened again. The new slaves were escorted by a pair of orc overseers. Delsanra assumed they were being taken to one of the quarries as they were led off. She wondered if the quarries had been cleared of mud yet. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious before waking up in the fuck rack.

The orcs that had escorted the slaves stepped out of the fort. The immediately moved over to the fuck rack. An orc moved behind Phinara and she let out a dismayed cry. But he didn’t move into to fuck her. Instead, he reached between her legs, pushing a couple fingers into her pussy and swirled them around. Withdrawing his hand he moved over behind Delsanra. She realized her luck had run out as the orc pushed his fingers into her ass to lubricate it with the cum and fluids that had been in Phinara. As Delsanra felt the orcs cock begin to push into her ass, she clamped her eyes shut and tried to tell herself that at least his was better than the hard labor.

(End of Part 11, to be continued...)

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