The Tale of Delsanra: Part 15 – The Mill
Delsanra strained as she struggled to pull the heavy grinding wheel. The angry orc slashed her back with his whip. “Faster!” he screamed. Delsanra ignored her throbbing back and leg muscles and pulled harder.
Delsanra and some of the other slaves had been put to work in the grain mill that day. The grain mill was a large stone building on the edge of the labor camp, adjacent to the fields. Inside, Delsanra was tied to a wooden post and as she moved forward, the post pulled and rotated a heavy stone wheel to grind grain down so that it could be used for the orcs’ bread and the slaves’ gruel. Delsanra’s arms were locked in a slave yoke so she could only use her legs and back to pull the wheel, hence their throbbing.
The wheel had two posts and Imizael was attached to the other post. They had been pulling the wheel all day and now it was taking tremendous strain and effort to keep going. There were six other grinding wheels in the room, all being used to grind grain, and all being pulled by pairs of slaves, human and elf alike. Shanaera and Sarinica were among the slaves that had been put to work in the mill.
The whip slashed into Delsanra’s back and she screamed in pain through her gag. She was trying to go faster but she couldn’t. Her legs were jelly. Her back was throbbing. She was too exhausted.
As she screamed in pain from the lash of the whip, more cum oozed down her chin and onto her tits. Earlier in the day, Delsanra had pleaded for a break and then angrily explained that they couldn’t keep working at this pace or they would die. Her outburst had earned her a harsh whipping by the overseers. Then she was given a lesson on what she should be doing with her mouth rather than complaining. She was forced to blow the four orc overseers in the mill, until her face and tits were covered in orc cum. Then she had been gagged so she couldn’t complain anymore. Now all she could do was scream through her gag when the whip slashed into her back and ass.
The smell of the orcs cum on her face filled her nose, mixing with the stench of sweat that filled the air. At least in the open air of the fields or quarries, the smell of sex and sweat dissipated somewhat. Inside the mill, the stench was much stronger. But Delsanra hardly noticed it. Her focus was on her throbbing muscles, her growing exhaustion, and her stinging, bleeding back and ass. And she thought of escape. The mill was on the border of the camp. If she could somehow slip away. it would not be far to the fence. But as much as she yearned escape, it was impossible at the moment. She was tied to the grinding wheel. Her wrists were locked in a slave yoke. And there were four orcs inside the mill, supervising the slaves and keeping them working with their whips. Delsanra tried to stop thinking about escape and focused again on her work.
Finally, late in the afternoon, they were given a break. The slaves were untied from the posts on the grinding wheels and their slave yokes were removed, and they hurried over to the food and water troughs. Delsanra’s gag was removed and she pushed her face into the food trough and hungrily slurped down gruel. But after a couple minutes a hand roughly grabbed her hair and yanked her up. An orc spun her around and hungrily looked her up and down. “Yeah, let’s fuck this one,” he said to his friend. Delsanra looked longingly at the food trough. She knew that if the orcs fucked her, the gruel would likely be eaten all up before they were done. But she knew she had no say in the matter. As the orcs constantly told her, Delsanra’s cunt belonged to the orcs and they could fuck it whenever they pleased. The orc dragged Delsanra over to the corner. He removed his belt first and then his pants and then lay on the floor, his erect cock sticking out in the air. He pointed to it. “Ride me, slut,” he ordered.
“Yes, Master,” Delsanra whimpered. She crawled over and straddled his hips, reaching down to guide his cock into her pussy as she lowered herself. She sunk down until she was fully impaled on his cock. He was big but it had not hurt too much. Delsanra’s pussy was almost always wet now, ready to be fucked. She began to bounce with her hips, lifting her pussy up and down on the orc’s cock. She quickly felt the tingle of arousal as her pussy slid up and down on the orc’s hard shaft and she quickened her pace. The orc groaned in pleasure.
“Give me room to fuck her ass,” an orc called from right behind her. The orc below Delsanra reached down and wrapped his hands around her back, pulling her down so that her chest was pressed into his. Her ass was now jutting out and Delsanra felt hands roughly grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them. A second later, a thick cock began pushing into her unlubricated ass and Delsanra cried out as her as was stretched painfully.
The orc pushed and pushed, slowly working his cock into Delsanra’s ass, until he was buried in it fully. He began thrusting hard, along with the orc below her, so that both her holes were being reamed at the same time. Delsanra lay their limp, humiliated and in pain as the orcs pounded away at her. She turned her head so that her face was not pressed into the chest of the orc below her and started blankly at the floor through their tear-blurred eyes. She noticed then the orc’s belt and his sheathed dagger lying with his discarded pants on the floor. The orcs were distracted as they fucked her. The dagger was within reach. Delsanra wanted so badly to escape. She knew her life would be filled with this abuse and hard labor until she perished. She had been waiting for her opportunity to try and escape. The grain mill was on the edge of the labor camp. She might not find a better chance. It was now or never. Without thinking any further, Delsanra lunged forward and reached for the dagger.
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Delimira and Amarille had been sent into the village of Bhezur to work. Sending his slaves out to help in the village was a good way for Udruk to engender good will, and to give the villagers a preview of his stock. Delimira and Amarille had been selected that day, and to their dismay, they were sent out without their protector and former teacher, Thaola. The two young elves had been delivered to an elder of the Ear Ripper Clan and they had feared they would be put to work in the brothel camp. But to their surprise, they were instead assigned to assist the female encampment in the village. They were brought to a secluded area of the village where there was a circle of huts. The two slaves were delivered to a group of elderly female orcs. Seated around the older females in the grass was a group of younger females. Delimira and Amarille looked around curiously. It appeared the older females were giving some sort of lesson or instruction to the younger orcs.
“You need any help, Ulotha? These slaves are available to serve,” the male orc that had delivered Delimira and Amarille said to one the older females.
One of the female orcs stepped forward. It was Ulotha. “Yes, leave them here. I can put them to work.” She pointed to her feet and Delimira and Amarille knew what that meant. They quickly knelt on the ground at her feet.
“We will come get them at the end of the day to bring back to Udruk,” the male orc said and then he departed.
Ulotha looked down at the two kneeling slaves. “You will clean these huts. Now come, I will get you some brooms, cloths, and buckets.” She led the two elves over to a large hut in the center of the encampment and inside she had the two elves collect the cleaning supplies they would need. She led them outside and showed them the well just outside the hut where they could get water. And then she sent them off to start cleaning. Delimira and Amarille breathed a sigh of relief. Their day would be much less stressful or traumatic than they had feared. Cleaning wasn’t so bad. They hurried over to the first hut and got to cleaning, sweeping it out and then wiping down every surface with their clothes and buckets of water.
As Delimira and Amarille moved between the huts, the watched the young female orcs seated around the older females, as the older females seemed to be lecturing them. Delimira and Amarille picked up a little of what the older females were teaching the young females. They were discussing the birthing and rearing of orc young. Delimira and Amarille both thought back to their old schooling in Salelenor. It seemed like a lifetime ago. And all of their schooling would do them no good now. Orcs cared not about how sharp the mind of a slave was; they cared only about how tight her cunt was.
The two elves spent all morning cleaning and when they finished, they moved outside and towards the group of female orcs. Ulotha was speaking to the younger orcs. “After your litters are born, your first priority will be to feeding your young. Of course, it is no easy task producing milk to feed your whole litter. But you will be well-fed and cared for, so that your bodies produce as much milk as possible. And there will be human slaves at the breeding camps who are used as wet nurses.” Ulotha looked over at Delimira and Amarille as they approached. “And I suppose soon enough they will have elves as wet nurses too. You two slaves come over here and get on all fours at my feet,” she ordered Delimira and Amarille.
Delimira and Amarille quickly complied. The two elves instinctively raised their asses in the air and parted their thighs, as they had been taught when ordered to get on all fours. Ulotha glared down at them and swatted their asses. “Lower your asses and close your legs, sluts, you aren’t being fucked,” she growled. She looked up and to the female orcs seated around her. “As you can see, the females of lesser races like humans and elves cannot control their lust and they always yearn to spread their legs and be mounted. It is why they make such good slaves for our males. And it benefits orcs, because humping them means that our males are not always fighting over our females. But as you can see, slavery is where such lowly, lustful beasts like these belong. Now as I was saying, we use slaves as wet nurses. However, we never let our young nurse from their teats. We do not want our litters imprinting on the lesser races. So instead, they are milked. Sometimes they will be milked by other slaves. But you should all know how to milk a slave as well. Come closer and watch.”
As the young female orcs crowded around, Ulotha crouched down next to Delimira and took one of her breasts in her hand. “This one obviously is not producing milk and if she was her breasts would be bigger, but the process is the same. You begin by massaging and squeezing the breast.” She began kneading and squeezing Delimira’s breast. “Then you place your thumb and first two fingers on either side of her teat. Then you squeeze and push in with your fingers towards the teats to squeeze the milk from the teats.” Amarille grunted as Ulotha demonstrated. “Now I want all of you to try.”
The young female orcs crowded around the two slaves, and they took turns grabbing one of the slaves’ breasts and practicing the milking process. Delimira’s eyes teared up as hand after hand roughly squeezed her breasts. It did not hurt that much. And she was certainly used to having her breasts roughly fondled and squeezed by orcs. But the notion of being “milked” as a wet nurse slave was a stark reminder that she would never have children of her own. And that she was now an animal whose only purpose was to provide for the orcs that owned her
After all of the young female orcs had practiced milking a slave teat, Ulotha ordered Delimira and Amarille to get up. She took them to the central hut and fed them some slave gruel and water. While the slaves ate, Ulotha checked the other huts to make sure the slaves had cleaned them properly. She inspected them very closely looking for dirt that the two slaves had missed, but she found none. Delimira and Amarille had done a very good job. They knew that nothing less than perfection was expected of them as slaves. Ulotha returned to the central hut and offered no praise for the slaves. She too understood that perfection was expected. A good job well done earned slaves no praise, it allowed them to avoid a beating.
Ulotha fetched a pair of baskets and then led Delimira and Amarille into a forest just outside the village. Ulotha pointed o the ground at some mushrooms that were growing from the ground. “You two are to fill these two baskets with mushrooms so that we can use them in stew we are cooking later,” she instructed the two elves. “There are lot of mushrooms after all that rain we got. Only collect mushrooms that look like that. There are other types that are poisonous. You better hurry and get to work because I want those baskets filled by nightfall.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Amarille replied and the two slaves go on their knees and began pulling mushrooms from the ground. Ulotha headed back into the village, leaving the two slaves alone in the woods. She assumed they would not be foolish enough to try and flee, and she was right. Delimira and Amarille were too fearful of what would happen to them to even try.
The two elf maidens had collected mushrooms for over an hour when they heard the snapping of twigs as something moved through the forest. They turned to see a group of 8 young male orcs approaching them.
“I knew they would be out here!” one of them said excitedly to his friends. “Kneel,” he ordered Delimira and Amarille and they complied. The orc looked around and then said in a low voice and then started intently between the slaves’ parted thighs. “No one else is around, we can totally play with them!” he said. The other orcs grinned, clearly in agreement. Delimira and Amarille knew that young males who had not passed their initiation into adulthood were not supposed to fuck slaves. But that was a rule that the adult orcs imposed on their young. As slaves, Delimira and Amarille had no say in the matter. They were expected to give absolute obedience and submission to all orcs, of any age.
Delimira and Amarille trembled as the orcs encircled them. “The warriors teased us it would be years before we got to taste elf cunt,” one of the younglings said to his friends. “Well, these two look like fun. No one will know if we have a little taste.” The orcs pounced on the two elves, 4 grabbing Delimira and the other 4 grabbing Amarille.
One of the orcs grabbed Delimira’s arms and wrenched them behind her back. “Masters, we were commanded to collect mushrooms,” she whimpered.
“Well now you have a new task,” another orc said and he grabbed her knees and pried them open, staring eagerly at her sex and licking his lips. The young orc knelt between her spread legs and then pushed his head forward, pressing his lips against the folds of her sex. He began licking and sucking softly on her pussy, his tongue exploring her warm slit. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the taste and scent of the young elf’s cunt.
“Please Masters, if we do not collect the mushrooms, we will get in trouble,” Delimira whimpered, as she began squirming as the orc’s tongue teased at her slit. The orc ignored her pleas as he continued licking fervently at her sex, flicking his tongue inside her. He had seen plenty of orcs licking slave cunt, and he tried to imitate what he had seen, moving his mouth up and began sucking on Delimira’s now-swollen clit, causing her to gasp. The orc took his hand an inserted one, then two fingers, penetrating her sex with slow strokes at first and then thrusting them hard and fast. Delimira’s cunt quickly moistened in response to the orc’s attentions, filling his mouth with more of her juices. Wet sounds of arousal emanated from the Delimira’s cunt as the orc feasted on her.
As one orc lapped at her cunt, the one holding her from behind began licking at her neck. Another jumped in and began sucking on her nipples, fist one and then the other until both had stiffened. The final orc crouched down and pushed his face between Delimira’s ass cheeks and began licking her ass. The sensation of the four young orc’s mouths on her body broke down Delimira’s resistance, and she began to moan.
The orc continued fervently licking at Delimira’s clit as his fingers rammed into her wet cunt at a rapid pace. She knew she was close to orgasming and she closed her eyes, her cheeks reddening. She began panting as her arousal built. Soon, she lost control and began pushing up with her hips, thrusting er pussy up at the orc’s tongue. Suddenly, her back arched and began shaking, and she cried out as the orgasm hit her. The orc hungrily slurped at the gush of fluids that bathed his mouth and tongue. He kept licking and sucking at Delimira’s sex until her orgasm faded. Then the orc that had been sucking on her nipples pulled his head away from her tits. “My turn!” he announced and he pulled the first orc away and pushed his face in between Delimira’s thighs.
Meanwhile, the other 4 orcs were giving Amarille the same treatment. An orc was between her thighs, lapping at her slit while his fingers plunged in and out of her. Amarille was moaning loudly, her noises mixing with her friend’s. “They are horny little sluts!” one of the orcs holding Amarille down exclaimed as he watched her moaning and writhing around. Amarille did not hear him. Her arousal was in full swing and she was nudging her crotch forward, pushing her cunt against the orc’s face. She loved the sensation of the orc’s mouth on her tits and sliding between her ass cheeks, but most of all the tongue teasing at her cunt. She moaned loudly, which was cut off as one of the orc’s pushed his mouth to hers and shoved his tongue into it, giving her a hard, domineering kiss. She arched her back as the orc began thrusting his fingers in and out of her cunt harder, and began to nibble on her clit. Her animalistic moans began echoing through the forest. The tongue stopped licking at her asshole and a moment later she felt a finger push inside it and begin thrusting. It sent Amarille surging over the precipice. She squealed, thrusting her cunt forward against the orc’s mouth as waves of pleasure swept through her and her juices flooded the orc’s mouth. When her convulsions of pleasure slowly finished, she fell limp against the orc holding her from behind, panting and bathed in sweat. The orc licking her cunt pulled away and another took his place. But the orcs were not done. Each of the orcs would get a taste of the two young elves’ cunts. The moans and gasps of the young elves soon began to fill the air once more. Any thought of mushrooms by Delimira and Amarille was quickly forgotten.
(End of Part 15, to be continued...)
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