The Tale of Delsanra: Part 12 – Rest, Recovery, and Ravishment

A week had passed, and Delsanra and the other elves in recovery remained in the fuck rack. As the days passed, Delsanra grew antsy and then miserable. It was torture to be held immobile for days on end. It was humiliating to be held there with her ass in the air so that orcs could fuck her orifices any time they pleased. It was pure misery to have the hot sun bearing down on her, and to be constantly hounded by swarms of flies, attracted by the sweat and the sticky messes flowing from her orifices and down her thighs. But while it was pure mental torture, Delsanra knew that physically, she was growing stronger. Time off from the backbreaking labor in the quarries was allowing her body to recover and heal. The constant fatigue and soreness had faded away. At least the soreness in her limbs and back. Her ass and pussy were still quite sore from constantly being fucked. But as much as she hated being locked in the fuck rack, she dreaded being removed from it and sent back to hard labor. That was so much worse.

The sun had just set, which meant that it was no longer bearing down on her. And with nightfall, the flies finally went away. But she knew that it also meant that the orc overseers would soon be returning for the night from supervising the other slaves’ labor. And they would be eager to fuck the slaves in the fuck rack. During the day, the elves in the fuck rack were only visited sporadically, from the occasional orc that was on break or that snuck off from his shift for a quick fuck. But at night, there was a steady stream of orcs, eager to fuck an elf cunt or ass.

As the sky darkened, the orcs returned to the fort, escorting the slaves that had been toiling all day. Delsanra remembered all too well that walk back to the fort after a day of hard labor. If they had made their quota and didn’t face a severe lashing, it was the best part of their miserable day, at least comparatively speaking. They always felt relief that they had survived another day, and that moment walking back to the fort was the longest period of time for which they did not have to toil again. But there was also dread, dread about what abuse they might suffer from angry humans or horny orcs at night. And of course, if they had not made their quota, that walk back to the fort was terrifying, because of what was in store for them when they arrived. Thinking about her recent experiences in the labor camp made Delsanra shudder. As much as she hated the fuck rack, it was so much better than the alternative.

The slaves that had toiled all day were dropped off in the slave pen and then the orcs exited the fort and hurried over to the fuck rack. Their time for fun and leisure had just begun. Delsanra felt hands on her hips. She closed her eyes, knowing what was coming. A few seconds later, she felt a large orc cock pushing inside her, stretching her sore pussy. As he started thrusting into her, it hurt at first. But after a couple minutes, she felt a warmth deep in her loins, a building pressure. She shook her head back and forth and whimpered, trying to ignore it. She hated when she grew aroused. It was a shameful betrayal by her body. But it seemed to be happening more and more, with each passing day in the fuck rack.

The orc fucking her took longer than most. If she was lucky, an orc would typically blow his load in a couple minutes. But she was not so lucky with this one. He was taking his time. He slammed into her, over and over, harder and harder.   Delsanra let out a dismayed moan as the orc’s cock drove in and out of her increasingly slick cunt, stroking every nerve ending. Her pleasure built fast and try as she might, she could not ignore her growing arousal. The intense orgasm hit her suddenly and her body shook and rocked against the fuck rack as the orc continue pounding away into her.

A minute later, the orc groaned loudly and climaxed, and Delsanra felt a blast of warm orc cum spurting inside her, coating the walls of her pussy. He pulled out of her and Delsanra dropped her head, ashamed at how her body had reacted. But her ordeal was not over. As soon as the orc moved away, another took his place. This one was even larger than the first one, and Delsanra whimpered as his cock forced its way into her dripping cunt, stretching her painfully. It felt like she was being split in half. The orc did not ease into it, and started pounding away. Delsanra threw her head back and cried out. But after only a minute of hard pounding, the pain began to fade away. And she felt herself growing aroused again. Delsanra could not believe it as her pussy began twitching around the orc’s cock, throbbing and dripping with arousal as he drove his massive cock into her. Without warning, a second intense orgasm rocked Delsanra’s body, and she gasped and then cried out as the waves of pleasure overtook her. The orc fucking her bellowed loudly, joining her chorus of ecstasy, as he came inside her.

As a third orc lined up to fuck her, Delsanra was determined to not let her body betray her again. And as he pushed his cock into her asshole, she thought that at least she would avoid another humiliating orgasm. But as he began driving his cock in and out of her ass, he reached around and began to stroke her clit with his fingers. Delsanra let out a dismayed whimper as her arousal once again built as the orc teased and rubbed her sensitive clit while he pounded her ass. It was not long before she was thrown into yet another intense and humiliating orgasm.

As soon as the orc came in her ass, another stepped up. With one hard stroke, he buried his cock into her pussy. Delsanra stopped trying to fight it. She moaned loudly as she was fucked, thinking to herself that if she was enjoying herself, it was at least a respite from her misery. She was not the only one enjoying being fucked. All around her, elf maidens were moaning and gasping as they were fucked. The fuck rack was doing its job of breaking them down and making them accept what they were.  Holes to be fucked.

The orcs eventually tired of fucking the elves in the fuck rack and retired to the fort, allowing the elves in the fuck rack to sleep.

The next morning, Delsanra’s eyes fluttered open to the sound of orc voices. She dipped her head into the tough to slurp up some of the water and gruel. As the orcs drew nearer, Delsanra assumed some orcs had come to fuck them before their shifts of supervising orcs started for the day. But then she heard the creaking sound of a metal hinge opening and the bar on her neck was lifted up. “Get up sluts. Goblins say you are sufficiently healed. Time for you to get back to real work!” Delsanra groaned in dismay. She was returning to a life of hard labor.

……………….

Avshera was on her knees, staring up at Eliana’s pussy. She had not yet been given permission to worship that part of her Mistress. Not today or any day prior. Eliana had told Avshera that until she had proven herself a worthy and obedient slave, she would not be given the privilege of worshipping her pussy. In truth, Eliana was more than eager to have the young elf’s mouth on her pussy. But she wanted to fully break and condition the slave, and withholding access was part of Eliana’s plan for training the slave.

Avshera had grown quite skilled at worshipping her Mistress’s ass and feet. Eliana no longer had to instruct or direct Avshera when Avshera worshipped her. Over the past week, Avshera had been made to practice over and over, until Avshera knew every little trick with her mouth that her Mistress enjoyed, and every spot that her mistress liked licked, sucked, kissed, or nibbled on. When the young elf was on her knees, her tongue thrust in Eliana’s ass or licking the soles of her feet, Eliana felt like she was back in her old life, with her stock of slaves, before the orcs had sacked Jorshah and killed off or enslaved almost all of its inhabitants.

Avshera also had more duties as a slave beyond worshipping her Mistress’s ass and feet. She cooked and cleaned and helped Eliana gather plants and herbs in the forest, and set traps to catch rabbits. And Eliana continued to use harsh discipline, and even harsher punishment for any transgression, to further break and condition her slave.

But Eliana decided now was time to finally let her slave worship that final part of her body. As Avshera stared up at the pussy in front of her face, she felt herself growing excited. She tried to tell herself that she was just eager to lick something that was not as degrading as an ass or feet. But deep down, she knew it was something else. She yearned to please her Mistress.

“Worship my pussy, slave,” Eliana commanded. Avshera quickly leaned in and began planting soft kisses on Eliana’s inner thighs, going back and forth between them and kissing a trail upward. She moved up with her mouth and began to kiss the pink, swollen folds of Eliana’s sex. Avshera could smell and taste Eliana’s arousal and she heard a soft moan of anticipation escape Eliana’s lips. Avshera stuck out her tongue and began to lick softly at Eliana’s sex before pushing her tongue in deep. As Avshera’s tongue slid up and down her Mistress’s slit, Eliana moaned louder and she began breathing heavily, enjoying Avshera’s skills with her tongue.

 

“Take your tongue and began licking my clit, gently and slowly at first,” Eliana commanded, in between her moans. Avshera raised her mouth up and began to slide her tongue upwards with a soft, slow, deliberate stroke, teasing at her Mistress’s clit. Avshera repeated this motion over and over, and when directed by Eliana, she quickened her pace and applied more pressure with her tongue. Soon, Avshera’s mouth was flooded with Eliana’s juices, as her arousal built. The taste was much better than ass or feet; in fact, Avshera found she quite liked the taste. As Avshera eagerly flicked at Eliana’s clit with her tongue, Eliana moaned even more loudly. She directed Avshera to slow down. She did not want to climax yet. When she was on the brink of orgasm, she directed Avshera to move her mouth away from her clit and return to licking her slit. Avshera eagerly and obediently complied.

Eliana directed her slave to go back and forth between licking her clit and her pussy for some time. She was pleased with how skilled her slave was and how quick of a learner she was. “Now suck on my clit, slave,” Eliana moaned. Avshera removed her tongue from inside Eliana’s sex and once again sought out her swollen clit. She wrapped her lips around it and began sucking, gently at first, until Eliana ordered her to suck harder. Eliana gasped and moaned, grabbing Avshera’s head and pushing her face deeper into her pussy as she rocked her hips. A few seconds later, Eliana erupted into orgasm, her whole body shuddering and spasming and shaking as she screamed in ecstasy. When she finally came down from her intense orgasm, Eliana’s thighs and Avshera’s face were covered in her juices. She ordered Avshera to lick her thighs and pussy clean, which Avshera eagerly did. Eliana patted her slave on the head and Avshera smiled, happy that she had pleased her Mistress. She did not want to be a slave but this was not so bad all the time and Avshera knew it was so much better than slavery to the orcs.

……………….

It was daytime in the tavern. At this hour, the tavern was empty, save for the human and elf slaves and the tavern owner Sulegzu and his barkeep, Zhogrog. Tiriana was cleaning up, wiping down the tables and getting ready for the early evening, when the first customers would likely start filing in. She was eager to finish so she could bathe. She had been so exhausted from serving customers that she had collapsed in her kennel to sleep without bathing first. Now she smelled of sour orc sweat and cum, left on her and in her by the customers she had serviced.

Most of the human slaves were helping Tiriana clean. The other three elves had other tasks. Naesala was on her knees, sucking Sulegzu’s cock. Her resistance and defiance were mostly gone. Even the red welts and bruises on her back and ass where she had been caned or whipped had largely faded. Sulegzu was having to punish her less and less. She was learning that being compliant and obedient and submissive was easier than the pain and suffering that resistance caused her. Sulegzu grunted as he climaxed, dumping his cum down Naesala’s throat. When he was finished, he sent her off to join Tiriana and the humans in cleaning.

Elanalue was in the dance pit practicing her dancing. Though ‘dancing’ was perhaps not the right term. She was gyrating her hips, shaking her tits and ass, and lewdly masturbating with both hands thrust between her legs, one hand rubbing her clit and the other thrusting fingers in and out of her pussy. Her thighs were smeared with her juices as she played with herself for almost an hour. This was the sort of ‘dancing’ that Sulegzu liked. A customer that saw her or smelled her arousal was a customer that would pay Sulegzu coin to fuck her. Elanalue did not hesitate as she played with herself out in the open. Her cheeks no longer reddened as they once did. She had learned to let go of her humiliation and shame. Virtue and dignity were remnants of her old life. Now she was a slave.

Over the past couple of weeks, the elf slaves had started to accept their fate. A few weeks in the tavern and being used by the orcs and goblins that visited had stripped them of their pride. They understood now that they were slaves and that they would always be slaves. They recognized that they would spend the rest of their lives spreading their legs or getting on all fours to present their cunts or asses to be fucked. They knew that if they did a good job, kept the customers pleased, and earned their master plenty of coin, their lives would be much better.

The only slave that was not in the main area was Cellica, who was in the kitchen. Zhogrog paused from watching Elanalue play with herself and headed into the kitchen to fetch a fresh cask of ale to put behind the bar. Suddenly there was angry shouting from the kitchen. A couple seconds later, Zhogrog stormed out from the kitchen, dragging Cellica by the arm. He dragged her over to Sulegzu and shoved her over to him. She quickly fell to her knees at his feet. “I caught this slave stealing some stew!” Zhogrog angrily announced.

Sulegzu glared down at Cellica. “Is this true, slut?” he growled. The slaves were only permitted to eat slave gruel. They had all been warned that stew was only for the orcs and goblins and they were never to steal any food.

“I… I am sorry, Master,” Cellica whimpered. “It smelled so good, and I just wanted a taste.” Sulegzu said nothing more. He grabbed Cellica by the hair and pulled her to her feet, and dragged her from the tavern. A moment later, everyone heard the loud crack of leather against flesh, and a pained scream. Cellica had been chained up to the whipping post just outside the tavern and was being whipped. Over and over, the slaves inside the tavern heard the crack of leather and Cellica’s agonized screams, until those screams grew weak and hoarse.

Tiriana and the other slaves ignored what was happening to Cellica and kept working. They knew there was nothing they could do for her and that she was at Sulegzu’s mercy. Tiriana and the other slaves kept cleaning until the tavern was finally spotless. Tiriana hurried to have a bath, so she would be clean and fresh when the first orc customers arrived. When she returned to the main tavern area, she found Cellica, who was back inside. Her back and ass were painted with red welts and cuts from her harsh whipping. Her eyes were swollen and red. And affixed to the front of her collar was a small sign that read “THIEF.” Sulegzu was addressing her. “Alright slut, you know your orders. Tonight, you will have to convince the customers to give you 50 lashes each on your tits, cunt, ass, and back. If you succeed, your crime will be forgiven. If not, I will punish you by chopping off your hand, which is the normal punishment for slaves that steal.” A scared look on her face, Cellica nodded and whimpered, “Yes, my Master.”

Tiriana gave Cellica a sympathetic look. She wondered if Sulegzu was bluffing. Would he actually cut off her hand? Tiriana pushed the thought aside when the tavern door opened and a number of orcs began to file in. Her focus was now on serving the customers, should they want her service. A group of 4 orcs sat at a table and Elanalue and Naesala, along with 2 humans, hurried over to serve them. Another 2 orcs took a table and Tiriana started in that direction but Sulegzu waved her off and instructed Cellica to serve them. Cellica fetched a couple mugs of ale and hurried over to their table.

The orcs immediately noticed the sign around Cellica’s neck. “You are a thief, slave?” the one orc asked her.

“Yes, Master,” Cellica whimpered. “I was caught stealing some stew to eat. Please Masters, would you like to punish me for my theft? I am required to get 50 lashes on my tits, cunt, ass, and back.” Her voice trembled as she spoke. She was terrified to ask to be lashed. But she was more terrified about losing her hand. The orc turned and smiled to his friend. They were familiar with this form of punishment. “Aye, we can grant your wish. But you better do something for me first. Suck my cock.” He undid his pants and Cellica quickly got on her knees. A moment later she was sucking and slurping away at the orc’s cock.

The orcs casually chatted with each other while Cellica serviced the one orc with her mouth. He groaned as he climaxed and then looked down to Cellica as she swallowed the last of his cum. “Go fetch a flogger, slut,” he commanded. Cellica hurried off to the rack where Sulegzu kept his punishment instruments. She took a flogger, holding it her mouth as slaves were required to do with the punishment instruments, and returned to the orcs.

Tiriana was watching Cellica but then the door opened and more orcs filed inside. The tavern had become quite popular now that word had spread that Sulegzu had elf cunt available. Every night it was crowded with orcs. Tiriana hurried over to serve the new arrivals. As she brought them drinks, she heard a loud crack and she glanced over and saw that the orc was whipping Cellica’s tits. He gave her 20 hard lashes and then sent her over to his friend.

Tiriana was ordered onto the lap of the customer she was serving and a moment later, she was bouncing up and down, riding his cock. As she looked over the shoulder of the orc she was fucking, she saw Cellica was up on all fours on the table, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks as the second orc stood behind her and fucked her in the ass. Tiriana hoped that Cellica was able to get all of the lashes she needed to get to keep her hand.

The orc Tiriana was riding groaned as he climaxed. As Tiriana climbed off of him and then got on her knees to clean his cock off with her mouth, she heard the loud crack of a cane slashing into Cellica’s ass and her sharp cries. She got 20 more of her required lashes.

By the end of the night, when the last drunken orc and goblin filed from the tavern, all of the slaves, the elves in particular, were exhausted soaked in cum. Cellica had managed to get all of her required lashes. Her ass, pussy, back, and ass were painted with ugly red welts. But she would keep her hand. And it was a lesson learned by all of the slaves. None would ever think again about sneaking some stew. They were slaves and they would be quite happy eating their slave gruel.

……………….

Jastira was in the field, helping some of the humans plant some seeds to grow corn. They were not growing a lot. The orcs would notice a large field of crops. So, they were trying to grow just enough to support the refugees in the barn.

It had been a week since Jastira had almost been delivered to the goblins but then rescued by the knight Berold. After she was returned to the humans’ farm and the other elf maidens had been ordered freed, it was a little tense and awkward. The humans had tried to trade them off to the goblins and orcs, where they would have been returned to the nightmare that was the fuck pit. So, things were naturally going to be awkward between the elves and humans. But Berold and some of his men, who had not been there when the humans had voted to send the deliver the elves to the orcs, were very nice and welcoming. And after some initial awkwardness, the other humans tried their best to make peace with the elves. They tried to explain that they had acted out of desperation. Jastira did not blame them. She could only imagine what she would have done to protect her own loved ones from suffering slavery to the orcs. So after a while, the awkwardness went away and Jastira even became friendly with some of them. They were all in this together. If the orcs found them, all the human men would be killed and the elf maidens and human women would end up slaves.

As the days had passed, the elves and humans warmed to each other even more. And the elves began helping the humans struggle to survive.  Jastira had learned a little about the humans there.  They had all been from a small village called Penrith, which had been part of the larger kingdom of Jorshah.  The orcs and the King of Jorshah had once had an alliance but the orcs had ended the alliance and invaded.  Like most of the cities and villages of Jorshah, Penrith had been sacked by the orcs.  The few that had managed to escape had taken refuge in the nearby farm.

They all had few supplies. The orcs that had sacked Penrith had taken away all of their food and other valuables. They had burnt most of the surrounding farmland. So, the humans were trying to grow what they could and scavenge what they could. They had to be careful. If they were spotted by orcs or goblins, they would all be captured or killed. So, they did not venture far from the barn unless they had to, and they all stayed in the barn at night. Berold said that there were not many orcs left in the area. After the orcs sacked the surrounding kingdom, called Jorshah, they had departed. And while some orcs had stayed behind, many of them were now heading into the forest and to the portal, to help with the invasion of Elevosia. The orcs’ relative absence from the area made things safer.

Jastira had a small hoe that she was using to loosen the soil and a human man was planting the corn. As they were finishing up and heading back to the barn, they ran into Berold.

“Jastira, may I have a word with you?” he asked her.

Jastira nodded and politely smiled.

“I want you to tell me everything you can about your world,” Berold said. “How the elves are organized into kingdoms. Your technology. Your knowledge of magic. Your military might.”

“I am happy to tell you what I know, sir. But why is it that you want to know if I may ask?”

“For centuries, orcs had ravaged and plundered humankind,” Berold said. “They have pushed the human race further and further to extinction. And the orcs want to inflict the same fate on the elf world. Humans have never been able to defend against the onslaught by the orc horde. But perhaps an alliance by our races is what it will take to defeat these vile orcs.”

Jastira told Berold what she could. She was young, had been from a small village and the daughter of an innkeeper. So, she had limited knowledge about the politics of Elevosia and knew almost nothing about elven magic. But she at least knew a little about the 15 kingdoms of Elevosia. She knew the most about Argothrond, as that was her own kingdom. And she knew a little about Alyoshara because it was the largest and strongest of the kingdoms. She filled in Berold with what she could. She hoped the other elves could help him as well. Could it really be possible that the humans and elves might work together to eliminate the scourge of the orcs?

(End of Part 12, to be continued...)

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