The Tale of Delsanra: Part 17 – Runaways

Shanaera struggled to swing the pickaxe against the rock wall in the quarry. She thought back on the shocking events that had transpired earlier in the day. After Delsanra and Imizael had killed the orc overseers and escaped with the human slave, the remaining slaves had huddled in the grain mill in shock. After the shock wore off, they grew panicked as they tried to decide what to do. All were terrified about what the other orcs would do when they found their dead comrades and whether they would blame the other slaves in the mill. Finally, one of the humans had decided that their best option was to alert the other orcs as soon as possible. She departed the mill to go find another overseer. A couple minutes later she had returned with a half dozen orcs. As the orcs stepped inside the grain mill and saw the four dead orcs, they too were in shock. And then enraged. In their rage, they screamed at the slaves, demanding to know what had happened. The slaves fearfully told them everything that had occurred. Shanaera had remained silent and let the other slaves explain. She did not want to be the one that turned in the two elves, both of whom had once been fellow warriors with her in Argothrond. But she did not have to be the one to explain, as the other slaves quickly told the orcs everything.  The orcs grew more and more enraged as the learned what had transpired.

As soon as the slaves finished explaining what happened, most of the orcs rushed out of the mill to raise the alarm. A couple of the human slaves were taken away for further questioning. One of the orcs stayed behind and escorted the rest of the slaves from the grain mill and took them to the quarry. They were put to work.

As they day wore on, Shanaera felt the familiar exhaustion that constantly overwhelmed the slaves in the labor camp. But she did her hardest to hammer away at the rock with her pickaxe; she wanted to avoid the whip. However, the pair of overseers in the quarry were not too focused on whipping the slaves at the moment. News of what had happened had reached them and they huddled together and spoke in low voices. Like everyone else, they were in shock and disbelief that slaves had dared to kill their orc overseers.

As Shanaera continued working, she heard more orc voices and turned. A pair of orcs had entered the quarry. As she watched them, she realized that they were looking right at her and heading in her direction. One of the orcs grabbed her. The other started shouting at her. “You were part of this treachery, weren’t you, you elf cunt?” he screamed.

Shanaera frantically shook her head. “No, Masters, I had nothing to do with it, I swear!” she cried fearfully.

“We shall see,” he growled and the orcs began to drag her away. Shanaera started to sob. She knew how harshly they were punished if they did not make their work quotas. Or for the slightest amount of disobedience. She could not imagine what was in store for her if they thought she was involved in a plot to kill orcs and escape.

The orcs dragged Shanaera to the fort and they took her up a flight of stairs and down a hallway to an area she had never been before. As soon as she entered, her eyes widened with horror. The room was windowless and dimly lit with lanterns, and in the dim light she saw an array of horrifying devices, the likes of which she had not seen since being taken from Gnarlug’s dungeon. There were various whipping posts and torture racks, and at the center of the room was a triangular wedge of wood standing up on legs, its sharp edge pointing upward. It was a dreaded wooden horse and Shanaera still had nightmares from her time riding on one in Gnarlug’s dungeon. To Shanaera’s horror, the orcs dragged her over to the horse and she began to sob harder as panic set in. Standing in front of the wooden horse was a pair of goblins. They glared at her as she was dragged over to them.

Shanaera began babbling, as she was overcome with fear. “Please Masters, I swear I had no involvement in what happened and I know nothing about it! I swear Masters! I swear!” Shanaera’s panicked babbling was interrupted by a piercing, agonized scream. Shanaera turned in the direction of the agonized wail and realized it was coming from another room. The door to that room as closed but the door did little to drown out the pained scream coming from inside that room.

But Shanaera’s attention went to back to the goblins as they addressed her. “We will confirm you know nothing, cunt,” one of them growled. “If you were involved, you will join in that room over there the blonde elf cunt who dared to kill an orc and try to escape. You better pray you do not end up in that room.” Shanaera continued looking at the door, realizing it was Imizael in there, from the mention of blonde hair. From the sounds of her screams, whatever was happening to her was terrible.

The orcs that had escorted Shanaera to the room bound her wrists behind her back. Then they hoisted her up and onto the wooden horse. Shanaera wailed as she sank down on the sharp edge and the delicate flesh of her pussy was painfully pressed between the wood and the weight of her body.

Shanaera kicked her legs, stretching them, in a wild search for the ground, but the horse had been positioned too high. Her feet could not reach the ground, so she would get no relief by being able to rise up on her toes. Wailing as it sunk in how terrible her situation was, Shanaera desperately tried to squeeze her thighs together against the sides of the horse and push up with her knees, trying to find some relief from the searing pain as the sharp wood dug into her pussy. But it offered her no relief, and Shanaera threw her head back and wailed in agony.

The goblins told Shanaera that she had been identified as one of the slaves who had been seen speaking with Delsanra, on more than one occasion. They began peppering Shanaera with questions, demanding to know who was involved in Delsanra’s plot and what Shanaera knew about it. Shanaera alternated between wailing in agony and babbling responses to the questions, swearing she knew nothing and had no idea what Delsanra had planned to do.

Her answers did not satisfy the goblins. They told her she would not be allowed off the horse until she confessed. Shanaera screamed in agony as all her weight bore down on her sensitive pussy, crushing it against the sharp edge of the wood. She continued pleading that they she knew nothing.

The goblins continued questioning Shanaera but soon enough the questions did not register. Her mind was beginning to shut down from the pain. She did not even notice any more the agonized screams from Imizael being tortured in the other room. All Shanaera could focus on was the unbearable pain between her legs. After a couple hours, she mercifully passed out when the pain overwhelmed her.

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After scaling the fence, Delsanra and Sarinica had run as long as they could, but that was not for very long. They were weak and exhausted from their hard labor and so soon enough, they could only walk as they made their way from the labor camp. They wanted to put as much distance between themselves and the camp as possible. They knew that the orcs had quickly discovered that they had escaped, having captured Imizael before they even made it out of the camp. They would be searching for Delsanra and Sarinica, and Delsanra did not want to think about what the orcs would do them, especially after she had killed several orcs. Delsanra also did not want to think about what was happening to poor Imizael. Delsanra was still crushed with guilt, wondering if she had made the right decision not to try and help her friend. But she knew deep down that if she had, both she and Sarinica would have been captured as well, and would be sharing the same fate as Imizael, whatever that was.

Once they had scaled the fence, they found the camp was surrounded by a forest. But as they moved north, they only walked a mile or so before they emerged from the wooded area and found themselves in a vast flatland, dry and with little vegetation. It left nowhere for them to hide. But they had to go north. Their only chance was to make it north out of orc territory to find one of the few remaining human settlements. They found a road heading north, and at first, they decided to stay off of it, fearing they would run into orcs on the road. But as they tried to travel off the road and through the flatlands, they found it was filled with thorny plants and sharp rocks. Their feet were soon bleeding and sore, and so they moved back to the road. They realized it did not matter much anyway. Even if they walked off the road, anyone on it would be able to see them in the sprawling flatlands. If anyone came down the road, they would spot the two escaped slaves, regardless of whether Delsanra and Sarinica walked on the road or not. Their only option was to try and move north quickly, and hope that they eventually reached terrain that had more cover for them to hide if anyone came. But the flatlands had one small plus: they too would see anyone coming down the road. They just had to hope they did not run into any orcs or goblins. But as they walked for hours, they saw not a soul.

Delsanra looked around. She knew it had taken several weeks of walking to reach the labor camp after being escorted through the portal. She tried to remember if this was the way they had come, but she could not remember. The voyage to the camp had been quite traumatic, and she had been in a state of shock. The coffle of slaves was constantly lashed and at night they were constantly ravaged by their orc captors. She had not paid too much attention to her surroundings. Pretty much the only thing she could ever looked at was the whipped back and ass of the elf maiden in the coffle in front of her. And it was hard to concentrate with the crippling fear and anguish that had overwhelmed her. Every slash of the whip, every time she was put on her hands and knees or on her back and ravaged had been unbearable. And she had dreaded what would be in store for her as a slave. Little did she know at that time that the slavery she would suffer in the labor camp was so much worse than she had imagined slavery would be, even as awful as she had imagined it. She was determined never to go back to slavery. So, they had to keep walking.

As they continued walking, they came upon a small stream and Delsanra and Sarinica rushed over and thirstily drank. The water soothed Delsanra’s parched throats but they had nothing to eat. The pangs of hunger in Delsanra’s belly grew more painful. She found some dry grass and tried to eat it. It was very bitter and did little to sooth her hunger. Delsanra glanced at the sky. The sun was setting and had almost dipped below the horizon. Delsanra decided they needed to rest. They had walked for hours and were exhausted. They decided to rest near the stream so they could drink again the next morning before they continued on their journey. Delsanra and Sarinica found a small thorny bush near the stream and they lay down next to it. It only provided a little cover, but they hoped it would conceal them from anyone who might be travelling down the road.

The air grew quite chilly after the sun set and Delsanra and Sarinica huddled together and they embraced, pressing their bodies together, trying to conserve body heat. Exhausted, they quickly fell asleep.

……………..

It was a busy night in the tavern. Naesala, Elanalue, and Cellica, and the human slaves were all busy serving orc customers. Elanalue was bent over a table and was being fucked by an orc. At another table, Cellica was on the lap of an orc, bouncing up and down on his cock. And Naesala was under a third table, sucking off an orc. As she licked and sucked away, she heard a muffled cry coming from upstairs. It sounded like a cry of pain, not pleasure. She glanced up briefly. She knew that an orc had paid Sulegzu to take Tiriana up to one of the alcoves. It sounded like it was not a very pleasant experience for Tiriana. But Naesala pushed her worry for her friend aside. She knew she had one thing to focus on: giving this orc pleasure. She resumed sucking and licking the orc’s cock until it erupted in her mouth. When he finished cumming, she swallowed it all and then crawled under the table to the next orc seated around it and started to service him with her mouth.

Sulegzu approached the table of orcs that Naesala was servicing. “Enjoying that elf’s mouth?” he asked them, grinning.

The orc that Naesala had just blown, a warrior named Beltakk, grinned back and nodded. “Aye, I think we will take her up to an alcove soon enough and test her other holes,” he replied.

“Of course, you will find them even more pleasurable than her mouth,” Sulegzu assured Beltakk. There was another muffled cry from the alcove above and Sulegzu glanced up. It sounded like Throgmol was having fun. A bunch of orcs from the Hell Raiders Clan was visiting the tavern that night and its chieftain, Throgmol Strongblade, was up in the alcove using Tiriana hard. Throgmol was a very prominent orc and had paid well to use the elf slave hard. He was a member of the Council of the Horde, and had even been in consideration to be the next War Chieftain of the Horde before Grimnor Longtooth was selected.

Sulegzu looked back down at the assembled orcs seated around the table; they were all from the Hell Raiders Clan. “You on your way to the portal to take part in the invasion of the elf lands?” he asked them.

“We are but we were originally not going to depart for a month,” Beltakk replied. “We were wrapping up the collection of some human slaves before we planned to depart. But something happened and a meeting of the Council of the Horde was called. The Council members are all heading to meet Grimnor at the portal. So Throgmol had to head down early and we are all going with him.”

Sulegzu frowned. “Yeah, I have heard whispers that something bad happened. You know what it is?”

Beltakk shrugged. “Beats me. All I know is we are hurrying down there. But thankfully, we got to stop here to sample some of this elf cunt.” He reached for his coin pouch, intending to pay Sulegzu for him and the other orcs to use Naesala in an alcove.

Upstairs in an alcove, Tiriana had been tied bent over the footboard of the bed, with her ass jutting up in the air. Throgmol had paid to use her and had decided he wanted to something a little wilder than simply fuck one of the young elf’s holes. He had just finished up beating her ass and back with a flogger. But Throgmol was not yet done his fun. The orc approached again, holding a wooden cane, swishing it through the air to test it. Tiriana closed her eyes, trembling with fear as she waited for her ass to be beaten more. She did not plead with Throgmol. She knew that he had paid for her use and could do with her as he pleased. Tiriana’s duty was to take whatever this orc wanted to give her, so that he paid coin to her Master, and hopefully enjoyed himself so much that he would come back to the tavern again.

There was another swish through the air and then a loud crack. An explosion of pain seared across the flesh of Tiriana’s ass cheeks and she gasped from the pain. Another loud crack, and the cane struck just below the first blow. Tiriana let out a sharp cry. Throgmol struck her a third time across her ass and the pain was overwhelming. Tiriana thrashed against her bindings and wailed in pain. Tears started to flow down her cheeks. Throgmol did not relent. Over and over her struck her ass until Tiriana was sobbing and then howling in agony. After striping her ass red, Throgmol began to strike her lower, reddening the back of her thighs. Tiriana could not control herself and she bucked wild and screamed in agony. It was involuntary, but she knew that was the reaction the orc wanted.

As Throgmol moved back and began lashing her tender ass once again, the pain was unbearable. Tiriana tried to pull away, pulling against the bindings that held her bent over the footboard of the bed, but all she managed to do was chafe her wrists red to match her whipped ass, back, and thighs.

Tiriana had become quite the disciplined slave but soon the pain was too much and she began pleading. “Please Master, no more! It hurts, please Master!” she wailed. Throgmol ignored her pleas and continued lashing her ass and thighs hard. As he increased the strength of his swings, Tiriana’s pleas turned to pained screams once again.

Finally, Throgmol stopped. He returned to the cane to the rack. Tears pouring down her face, Tiriana waited, fearing he might choose another punishment instrument and continue her torment. She tensed up as Throgmol returned to her. She could not see from her bent over position if he was holding anything. The orc places his hand on her tender ass, causing Tiriana to wince in pain. But then he slid his hand down between her open legs. A second later she felt Throgmol’s fingers slide up into her slick pussy. Pleasure immediately coursed through Tiriana’s body and she moaned loudly.

“You are a wet little slut,” Throgmol observed.

“Yes, Master,” Tiriana whimpered, grunting as she struggled against her bindings to push her hips back to meet his thrusting fingers. Throgmol reached down with his other hand and began to rub her swollen, aching clit while he continued thrusting his fingers into her wet cunt with his first hand. Her wet pussy clenched and twitched against his thrusting fingers and soon, Tiriana was panting and moaning loudly.

“You want to be fucked, don’t you, slut?” Throgmol said.

“Yes, Master, YES! Please fuck me!” Tiriana wailed.

She felt Throgmol’s hands on her hips and then his cock rubbing against her slit. A second later he thrusted forward hard, plunging his thick cock into her cunt. Tiriana let out a sharp cry of ecstasy. Throgmol began thrusting hard, and Tiriana arched her hips and thrusted her hips back as much as she could in her bindings, trying to get his cock in her as deep as possible. The orc pulled one hand from her hips and grabbed her hair, using it as reigns as he pounded her hard. Within only a couple minutes, Tiriana orgasmed, her pussy gushing all over Throgmol’s cock as he drove it into her. All thought of the burning, searing pain across her back, ass, and thighs, was quickly forgotten. Tiriana’s entire focus was on her pleasure. As her pussy clenched against the orc’s cock, Throgmol groaned in pleasure and climaxed, spewing his cum into her pussy.

Tiriana closed her eyes in contentment, from the pleasure she had received, the pleasure she had given to this orc, and the knowledge that she was serving her owner well and earning him good coin.

……………..

Shanaera’s eyes fluttered open to the sound of pained wailing. She noticed at once the throbbing pain between her legs, so painful to the point that she whimpered. As her eyes fully opened, she slowly sat up and she glanced down at her swollen, tender pussy. She remembered passing out on the wooden horse and as she got her bearings, she realized she was still in the interrogation room. And as she glanced up, she saw that a new slave was now perched on the wooden horse. It was a human woman, and Shanaera did not know her well but knew her name was Lilly.

Lilly was not the only one screaming. Agonized screams were still sounding from the other room. It appeared that poor Imizael was still being tortured.

Lilly threw back her head and wailed in agony as she tried desperately to clamp her thighs together and gain some relief on the sharp edge of the wood that was digging cruelly into her pussy. “Please Masters! I am sorry!” she wailed. “I told them that they could never escape and should not discuss such things! Please I swear I did!”

One of the goblins saw that Shanaera had awaken and he ordered her to kneel. She slowly complied, as every movement caused more pain between her legs and she kept her head down, her eyes tearing up as Lilly continued wailing in pain. Just then, the door swung open. The head overseer Ralfor entered the interrogation room. “Anything to report?” he asked the goblins.

One of the goblins pointed to Shanaera. “That one knew nothing and had no involvement.” He pointed to Lilly. “This one heard the two elf cunts discussing plans to escape. She says she tried to dissuade them, but she obviously did not report it to an overseer.”

Lilly looked towards Ralfor and cried out. “Please Master, I did not think they would be so foolish as to try. I did not think they were serious. I told them they would have no chance of escaping. Please Master take me down!  It hurts so much!”

Ralfor glared at Lilly. “You didn't think they were serious!?!  Four of my overseers are dead; their plot to escape was obviously serious!” he snarled. “And it turns out you were aware of his plot. We will make an example of you just like we will with these treacherous slaves who dared to raise a weapon against an orc.” He turned to the goblin. “Send her to the punishment room and do with her as you do with the others,” he said. “And send that one back to work,” he added, gesturing towards Shanaera. Then he turned to depart.

One of the goblins lifted Lilly from the horse. She couldn’t walk, so he grabbed her by the hair and started dragging her in the direction of the room that Imizael was in. As the door swung open, Imizael’s agonized screams grew louder. The goblin dragged Lilly inside and slammed the door shut and once again Imizael’s screams were muffled by the door.

The other goblin commanded Shanaera to get up. Shanaera was so sore between her legs that she could barely stand but the goblin grabbed her arm and hauled her onto her feet. He started to drag her from the room. As she exited, she heard Lilly’s agonized screams joining Imizael’s.

(End of Part 17, to be continued...)

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