The Tale of Delsanra: Part 16 – The Escape
Delsanra was on the floor of the grain mill, sandwiched between two orcs fucking her. She was straddling one who was thrusting upward into her pussy and another was behind her, thrusting into her ass.
As the orcs plunged in and out of Delsanra’s orifices, she reached for the orc’s dagger that had been left discarded on the floor with his belt. In one quick motion, Delsanra grabbed the dagger, unsheathed it, and began stabbing the orc she was straddling. The orc’s eyes widened in shock and he screamed as the knife plunged in and out of his chest. He tried to reach up and grab the knife but the blood poured out of him and his arms fell limp at his side as he continued screaming. The orc behind Delsanra that was fucking her ass stopped thrusting. For a moment, he was confused and did not understand what had just happened. His delay was all that Delsanra needed. She swung around and slashed the orc’s throat. He fell backwards, grabbing his throat and gasping, unable to make any other noise with his slashed throat. As the blood poured from his throat, he fell face down, twitching around as he bled out. The orc below Delsanra had stopped screaming. He was dead.
However, the twodead and dying orcs were not the only orcs in the mill. Two other orcs had been fucking Imizael on the other side of the mill. She was on all fours as one pounded her from behind and the other fucked her mouth. But the screams of their fellow orc had made them jump up. They ran over to see two dead orcs and Delsanra covered in blood. Their eyes widened in shock. They had not imagined a slave would ever be so bold as to kill an orc.
They were not the only ones that discovered what had just happened. Screams rang out from the other slaves when they saw the dead orcs and Delsanra holding a dagger and covered in their blood. The slaves backed away, in a panic, as the orcs charged towards Delsanra. When they reached Delsanra and the two dead orcs and fully comprehended what had just happened, they roared in anger and one reached for his sword at his belt. He did not charge right away at Delsanra; she had just killed two orcs and he could see she was a formidable opponent. He slowly approached her, his sword raised. “You will die for that, cunt! A slow painful death!” he snarled. The other orc had been carrying a spear but he had set it down when he was fucking Imizael. He turned, planning to race back over to the other side of the room and grab it.
But as soon as he turned, the head of the spear drove into his chest. Imizael was holding the spear. She had grabbed it when the orcs jumped up and ran over to Delsanra. The orc looked at Imizael in shock as she pulled the dagger from his chest. She readied to stab him again, but blood poured in spurts from his chest and he fell to his knees and then onto his face, as he bled out.
The orc with the sword turned and looked at Imizael and his dying comrade, his face once again twisted in shock. He had not imagined one slave would ever dare raise a weapon against her orc master, let alone two. As he turned towards Imizael, it provided Delsanra the chance she needed. She charged at the orc, with dagger in hand. Hearing Delsanra coming, the orc turned back and swung his sword. But his delay was his downfall. Delsanra caught his arm and then plunged the dagger into his belly. The orc dropped his sword, and stumbled backwards, holding his stomach as blood poured through his fingers. Imizael lunged forward and buried the spear into his chest, finishing him off.
The screams of the other slaves in the mill filled the air as they watched the chaos unfold. Imizael dropped the spear. Now she was in shock. She had acted on instinct but now the realization of what she had done was sinking in. Delsanra grabbed her arm. “Come, we have to go!” she cried. She pulled Imizael over to the other slaves, who were still crouched around the food troughs. There they found Sarinica and Shanaera among the others. “Come, the edge of the camp is close, we can escape!” Delsanra said to the slaves.
Only Sarinica rose. The others remained crouched on the floor, looking nervously at Delsanra. They were too afraid to try to escape. As Sarinica moved over in the direction of Delsanra and Imizeal, Delsanra stepped over to Shanaera and gently took her arm. “Come, we can get out of here,” she said softly.
Shanaera quickly shook her head. “No, if they catch me…” she trailed off, her voice trembling. After a moment of silence, she whimpered, “I am a slave now. This is where I belong.”
Delsanra teared up as she looked at the once proud warrior. But Delsanra knew they did not have time to spare. It seemed Shanaera could not be saved. Delsanra turned to Imizeal and Sarinica. “We should go quickly.” Imizael ran over and grabbed the spear she dropped, and then Delsanra, Imizael, and Sarinica fled the mill.
Delsanra took them in the direction of the fence. But when they reached the fence, to their dismay, they saw an orc. His back was to the elves; he was crouched down at the fence and was hammering away; it appeared that he was repairing a portion of the fence. The three slaves ducked behind a bush. Thankfully. the orc was distracted with his work and had not seen or heard them. Delsanra knew that they could not scale the fence with the orc nearby; he would spot them. “Come, we will have to head south along the fence until we are out of his view and then we can climb it,” she whispered.
Imizeal glanced to the south and shook her head, and whispered back, “The land is so flat here; you know how far we would have to go before we are out of range of that orc’s view? That will take too long. We don’t have time. Wait here. I will take care of the orc.”
Delsanra shook her head and whispered back. “No do not risk it. Let’s just….” She trailed off as Imizael started moving in the direction of the orc. Delsanra cursed under her breath. She watched as Imizeal crept towards the orc, spear in hand. She slowly closed the distance. Forty yards, then thirty, then twenty. The orc continued hammering away, completely oblivious and his back to Imizeal.
Suddenly there was shouting of an orc in the distance. “Everyone on alert! We have runaways! They killed four overseers!” an orc shouted. The orc repairing the fence rose to his feet and turned in the direction of the voice. He immediately spotted Imizael, who was still 20 yards away from him.
The orc drew his dagger from his belt and started shouting. “I found a runaway! She is armed!” he screamed. As Delsanra watched in horror there was more shouting and a half dozen orcs appeared from the distance and started charging in Imizael’s direction. Still hidden behind the bush, Delsanra reached for the dagger she had taken and started to rise, prepared to charge in and help her friend. But Sarinica grabbed her hand. “You will never fight off that many,” she whispered. Delsanra stopped. She knew that Sarinica was right. They had killed four orcs but had the element of surprise. Now there were 7 orcs and they were alert. She watched, horrified as the 6 orcs quickly moved in, joining the 7th at the fence, and surrounded Imizael.
Imizael spun around, brandishing her dagger, ready to attack the first orc that drew near. Delsanra’s eyes teared up. She had a choice to make. Try to help her friend and almost certainly be captured or killed. Or run. She knew she could not help Imizael. Crying softly, she squeezed Sarinica’s hand and they started moving in the other direction, staying low.
As they moved away, Delsanra heard angry shouts from the orcs and then wails coming from Imizael. She turned and saw that they had disarmed her and pinned her down. The orcs were all focused on Imizael and none had noticed Delsanra and Sarinica as they moved further and further away.
The two slaves walked south along the fence until they could no longer see the orcs. “OK, let’s scale the fence,” Delsanra said, her voice trembling. She was crushed with guilt about Imizael. She let Sarinica go first, staying below her and helping her climb the fence. It took a few minutes but they managed to reach the top and climb down the other side. They had made it out of the camp. Delsanra took Sarinica’s hand again and they began to run.
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Delimira and Amarille grunted and moaned as the young orcs fucked them. The orcs had decided that they wanted more than just a taste of elf cunt. Hidden in the forest without the older orcs supervising them, this was their first opportunity to fuck a slave.
Delimira was put on her hands and knees as one orc thrust into her from behind and another thrust into her mouth. Two other orcs that had just finished in her mouth and pussy were sitting on the ground and catching their breath so that they could have another go. Meanwhile, Amarille was standing between two orcs. One was holding up her leg and thrusting into her from behind. Amarelle was using her hand to jerk off the other orc while she teased the head of his cock with her tongue. The two remaining orcs of the group had just finished fucking her and they too were waiting for seconds of elf cunt.
Amarille stopped pumping the orc’s cock with her and and took it into her mouth, eagerly sucking and licking it, drool spilling down her chin as she slurped loudly. The orc groaned as her head began bobbing up and down.
As she sucked off the one orc, she pushed her hips back and forth, matching the thrusts of the orc that was holding her up and fucking her from behind. She grunted through the cock in her mouth as she rode the orc’s cock at a rapid pace.
The orc in her mouth came first and he pulled his cock from her mouth and sent a huge fountain of cum spurting all over her face, coating it from her forehead down to her chin, and on her small, perky tits. She looked up at the orc and moaned lustfully as she continued slamming her hips back, fucking the orc behind her.
While Amarille’s moans intensified, Delimira was working hard to give pleasure to the young orcs fucking her, and enjoying her own pleasure. Like Amarille, she thrust her hips back to meet the thrusts of the orc fucking her from behind and clenched her pussy around his cock, while she used her mouth and tongue to give pleasure to the orc fucking her throat. The sound of his hips slamming into her ass cheeks echoed with the two elves’ loud moans and the grunts of the young orcs they were pleasuring. Both elves were completely overcome with lust. The last bit of their humiliation and timidity had been stripped away as they were gangbanged by the group of young orcs.
But then suddenly there was loud shouting from a female orc. “What in hell is going on here!?!” It was Ulotha and she was strafed by two adult male orcs. It was two warriors from the Ear Ripper Clan, Kruldaz and Thonk. Kruldaz orcs stepped forward. “All of you head back to the village now!” he growled to the young male orcs. But he grabbed the oldest of the orc youths. “Except you, you stay here and explain what is going on here!”
“And you two, kneel in submission at my feet!” Ulotha snapped angrily to Delimira and Amarille. The young orcs reluctantly departed, very disappointed, particularly the three that had not yet gotten to finish and cum inside an elf mouth or cunt. Delimira and Amarille hurried over and got in submission position, getting on their knees and then bending forward, resting their bellies on the thighs and their faces pressed into the dirt at Ulotha’s feet. Delimira even began kissing Ulotha’s feet in a show of further submission, until Ulotha angrily kicked at her head and growled “Stop, you slut!” She turned to the pair of male orcs. “These slaves were commanded to collect mushrooms and instead the horny little sluts were spreading their legs and seducing our young orcs. They directly disobeyed me! They should be killed!”
“No, please, Mistress, we were trying to collect mushrooms but the young orcs came here and they wanted to fuck us and we are mere slaves; we know we have no right to refuse,” Amarille whimpered.
Kruldaz pulled his whip from is bely and brought it down hard across Amarille’s back. “Silence, slut!” he growled. He turned to the young male he had held back. “Is that true?”
The young orc shook his head. “No, we came upon them by accident and as soon as they saw us, they got on all fours and shook their asses at us and spread their legs to show us their cunts and they begged us to fuck them,” he claims. “They seduced us!”
“No Masters and Mistress, we did not, I swear!” Delimira cried.
Kruldaz brought his whip down on Delimira’s back hard, causing her to scream in pain. “Are you calling this orc a liar, slave? I could have your tongue cut out for that!” he growled.
“This slave begs forgiveness, Master,” Delimira sobbed.
Kruldaz turned to Ulotha. “I am not going to kill these two; it is a waste of elf cunt. But I will see that they are taught a lesson that there are times when they are expected to spread their legs and times when they are expected to keep their legs closed.” He turned to the orc youth he had held back. “Go to the village and fetch some rope and bring it back here. Hurry!”
As the young orc hurried off, Delimira and Amarille remained in their submission potions, trembling as they wondered what was in store for them.
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Jastira searched through the abandoned home, hoping to find some old food they could take back with them. The human refugees of the sacked village of Penrith and and the escaped elf slaves had to scavenge for food to survive. And as time passed, they had to travel further and further away to find it. They travelled in small numbers, to better avoid detection by any orc or goblin patrols. Of course, they all knew that if any of them were captured they would likely be tortured until the revealed the location of their hideout. So, every trip was a risk. But until they were growing more crops to sustain them, they needed to find food to survive.
The human knight Berold and Jastira had travelled half a day, finding an abandoned village. It had been sacked by orcs just like Penrith had been. The village was completely abandoned, though Berold had warned Jastira to stay away from the north end of the village because ‘it wasn’t pretty.’ She guessed that meant that is where the orcs had left all the bodies of the male humans in the village they killed before they dragged off all the females.
Jastira was glad to be travelling with Berold. She had warmed to many of the humans but she found Berold particularly nice. And she knew that she owed her freedom to him. Had he not intervened, she would be back in the fuck pit or facing some other unimaginable fate as a slave to the orcs. Berold was a knight who had once been in the army of Jorshah. He was a skilled warrior, but Jastira also found him to be kind and noble. She had first gotten to know him when he had questioned her about elven society, interested in elves as a possible ally of the humans to fight back against the orcs. But Berold knew that would be a goal for another day. Right now, they were struggling to survive in the ruined, pillaged landscape left by the orcs. Jastira was grateful for the humans that had taken her and the other elves in and had volunteered to help find food. She was very glad when she was paired with Berold. She felt particularly safe around him.
Jastira was in a home checking the cupboard and disappointed to find them bare. The orcs had taken everything of value when they raided the village. She had hoped she might find some small food items they had left behind but so far, she had not had any luck.
Berold was elsewhere, likely in another home checking it. But as Jastira was about to head upstairs of the home to keep searching, the front door opened and Berold slipped inside. He had a worried look on his face and he put his finger up to his lips, signaling Jastira to be quiet. “There is a goblin patrol coming through,” he whispered. When he saw the look of horror that washed over Jastira’s face, he added. “It is going to be OK.” He gently took Jastira’s hand and lead her to the stairway then up the stairs. They slipped into a bedroom. Jastira looked pale-faced at the floor and the giant red stain on it, where an orc must have killed someone. Berold deliberately turned Jastira away from the stain so she could not see it. “We will wait up here until they pass,” he whispered. Jastira nodded. She prayed the goblins passed by without noticing them.
But then they heard the front door open downstairs and footsteps of something coming inside. “I am telling you, I smell goblin cunt,” a raspy voice said, clearly belonging to a goblin.
Jastira blushed at the crude remark. Goblins did have big noses so perhaps they had good senses of smell. But did the goblin actually smell her “cunt” or was that just his crude way of referring to smelling female elves in general. However, Jastira’s embarrassment was more than trumped by her fear. The goblins were downstairs and if they smelled her and came upstairs, Berold would be killed and she would be captured, if Berold did not manage to kill them first. Berold pulled his hand away from Jastira’s hand and placed it on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it. Jastira’s heart pounded in her chest. Nightmarish thoughts of returning to the fuck pit raced through her mind. But even more horrific for her was the thought of Berold being killed.
“You are crazy,” another goblin voice replied to the first. “There aren’t any elves in this village. No one has been here for months. And how would an elf end up here in this human village?”
“They never found all the elf cunts that escaped,” the first goblin replied. “Maybe some took refuge in this abandoned village.”
“We are nowhere near the Talmot Forest; how would they have ended up here?” the second goblin replied. “And we have a job to do; we don’t have time to go house to house in this dumb village because your nose is playing tricks on you. You just smell elf cunt because you are horny, you old bastard. Come on, let’s go.”
Jastira and Berold heard footsteps again and the sound of a door shutting. It appeared that the goblins had departed. “We will stay here the night, to make sure they have departed the area,” Berold whispered.
Jastira’s face was pale and her heart was racing. It had been too close a call. Seeing that she was still afraid, Berold took her hand again. “It is going to be OK. They have left. Tomorrow morning, they will be long gone and we can return,” he said softly.
Jastira nodded and said softly, “Thank you. I know you will keep me safe.” Then, without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Berold was surprised and at first, he started to pull back. But then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in, kissing her deeply.
(End of Part 16, to be continued...)
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