The Tale of Delsanra: Part 18 – The Chase

Delsanra’s eyes fluttered open as she awoke. She sat up and looked at the sky. The sun was beginning to rise above the horizon. It was the first time since being put to the labor camp that Delsanra had awoken on her own, rather than by orcs screaming at her and the other slaves in the pen to force them awake to begin their day of hard labor. And it was the first time that Delsanra had awoken without a sense of dread overwhelming her. Delsanra had awoken with a felling of hope. She was free from the labor camp and the orcs and was in control of her own destiny. Of course, she knew she was in serious danger. Any orc or goblin that came upon her and Sarinica would capture them. Her freedom might be taken from her again.  But she finally had a chance at freedom.

Delsanra’s optimism was interrupted by her rumbling stomach. She drank some water from the stream and ate a little of the dry, bitter grass. She knew she needed something more than this grass soon. She actually yearned for slave gruel. Anything to give her sustenance. She hoped that they would soon make it through these barren drylands soon and find a more hospitable terrain with something growing in it that was more edible.

Delsanra looked down at Sarinica, who was still sleeping. She debated letting her sleep a little longer but then she decided they need to get moving. If orcs from the labor camp were searching for them, they wanted to get as far away from it as possible. Delsanra slowly shook Sarinica awake. Sarinica gasped and jumped as soon as Delsanra touched her. Her fearful reactionwas instinctive, from years of cruel slavery. But when she saw it was Delsanra and remembered where she now was, she relaxed and smiled. Sarinica took a drink of water, ate some of the grass, and then the two runaways were off again, heading north.

As they walked, the elf and human spoke about their former lives. Delsanra told Sarinica about Elevosia and the kingdom of Argothrond, and her life as a warrior. Sarinica told her about her old life. She had been a princess of the human kingdom of Landor. She told Delsanra of how she had become a slave. All of the human kingdoms and settlements in Aegor lived with dread that the orcs would invade, and one day, they attacked Landor. Landor’s forces were no match for the orcs, and the orcs quickly overran the kingdom. Within a few months, the orcs had taken all of it except the capitol, and the orcs had laid siege to the city. Sarinica’s father had sent word to other kingdoms pleading for help but no one came to their assistance. For if a human kingdom fought the orcs, it would only ensure that the orcs targeted that kingdom next and exacted terrible retribution.

Sarinica’s father thought they would be in for a long siege but the orcs grew impatient. They attacked quickly and breached the walls. The city was taken and then the castle was taken, and Sarinica’s father and brothers were killed. Her mother and sisters were all stripped and dragged from the castle as slaves. That was the last time she had seen them. The orcs had put Sarinica’s mother and sister in a slave coffle to take to orc territory and Sarinica had ended up as part of the spoils for the orcs’ goblin allies and she was sent off to one of the goblin labor camps. She had spent the last couple years working in it, until being transferred to the orcs’ labor camp.

Sarinica’s eyes teared up as she thought of her family. Delsanra reached out and gently took her hand and squeezed it, trying to comfort her. “You are a testament to the strength of your family. You have survived all this time under cruel slavery and now you are free. Soon enough, we will be out of orc territory and can find some place safe. You will carry on your family’s memory.”

Sarinica nodded. “Do you have any family?” she asked Delsanra.

Delsanra nodded. “My father was a great general of our army but he died many years ago. And my mother lives in the capitol city of Argothrond. I have three siblings, two brothers and a sister.” Her eyes teared up as she thought of her older sister, Merethyl. “My sister was part of my regiment that was captured by the orcs. She was taken as a captive too. I do not know where she is now. My two brothers are also warriors but they were not part of the regiment that was taken by the orcs. I am sure our whole army has been mobilized now. I am sure all the kingdoms are mobilizing. Elvenkind defeated the orcs once, millenia ago, and we shall again. That is why we must get north and some place safe. We just have to stay hidden long enough until the elven armies come to these lands to vanquish the orcs and free the elves and humans here.”

Sarinica nodded. “I hope you are right. But regardless, I owe so much to you. Because of you, I am free. I will be forever grateful. And I am sure your family would be proud.”

The elf and human kept walking and chatting. As they moved north, they saw what looked like a forest in the distance. They quickened their pace. A forest hopefully meant something edible to eat. And trees provided much more cover than these flatlands.

But as they moved in the direction of the forest, they suddenly heard a howling noise. It came from the south. Whatever it was, it seemed far away. Delsanra had barely heard the noise. But Sarinica’s eyes widened in terror. “No!” she cried.

“What is it?” Delsanra asked.

“Orc hellhounds!” Sarinica cried. “If they pick up our scent, we are doomed! We will never escape them once they are on our trail! Run!” She started running herself toward the forest. Delsanra started running too. She looked behind her, wondering what orc hellhounds were. 

But from the terror in Sarinica’s voice and eyes, Delsanra knew she did not want to find out.

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Delimira and Amarille had been tied up splayed and suspended below an overhanging tree branch. Their wrists had been bound together above their heads, the other end of the rope wrapped around the overhanging branch. Each of their ankles were tied such that their legs were forced open and splayed widely, exposing their pussies. And as the orcs Kruldaz and Thonk stood in front of them brandishing their floggers, it became clear why they had been tied this way. “This will teach you to close your legs when you are around young orcs who are not permitted to fuck slaves,” Kruldaz growled.

Delimira strained against the rope holding her exposed. “Please Masters, we beg forgiveness!” she cried. “Please do not whip us! We will be good little slaves! Please!”

“Please take us down Masters, I beg you! We will serve you however you want!” Amarille pleaded.  “Please Masters, we will be good little sluts of you if you spare us the lash!  Please!”

Standing behind the two male orcs was the female orc Ulotha. She scowled. “Even now, all they want to do is spread their legs and be fucked!” she snapped. Behind her was the young orc that had been questioned and had lied and claimed that Delimira and Amarille had seduced him and his friends. He watched intently. He felt no guilt that the slaves were about to suffer for his lies. They were slaves after all; their feelings and wellbeing did not matter in the slightest.  And the thought of the slaves being tied and helpless while they were whipped aroused him.

Thonk turned back to Ulotha. “Do not worry, we will teach them to close their legs,” he said. The two orcs stepped forward and raised their whips.

Delimira strained, desperate to close her legs and shield her pussy from the whip. But the rope held her legs spreadeagle and she was completely helpless. Kruldaz brought the whip down hard between Delimira’s legs. As the flogger bit into Delimira’s pussy, she felt a searing pain, and she screamed out in agony, thrashing and bucking wildly against the ropes that held her suspended in the air.  Thonk let his whip fly. The flogger sliced through the air and crashed into Amarille’s pussy. She let out a tortured wail, her body heaving against its bondage from the intense pain.

Kruldaz raised his flogger again. “No! Please no!” Delimira cried. Her pleas turned to a scream of pain as the whip struck her crotch again. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and it was only the second lash.

A second later, Amarille cried out in agony as the whip struck her a second time. Back and forth Kruldaz and Think went, striking the delicate sexes of the two elf maidens with their floggers over and over. Each explosion of pain caused the two elf maidens to scream out and their pussies quickly swelled up and turned an angry red. The painful blows of the whip continued, slicing into their poor, defenseless pussies, making them redder and more swollen and eliciting louder and louder screams of anguish from the two elf maidens until their voices went hoarse.

But the orcs did not relent. They kept lashing the two elves between their legs. Kruldaz and Thonk of course knew that the young male orcs had in all likelihood forced themselves on Delimira and Amarille. Kruldaz and Thonk would deal with the young orcs later. But whipping the slaves and appeasing Ulotha was better than having to deal with her ire. So, the orcs kept up the punishment, whipping the two slaves’ pussies repeatedly.

After a couple dozen lashes each, the orcs paused. Delimira and Amarille were sobbing, bathed in sweat, the fiery pain between their legs overwhelming their senses. “Are you going to close your legs around or young orcs?” Kruldaz growled.

“Yes, Master!” Delimira wailed.

“I think they need more,” Ulotha growled, earning renewed sobs from the two elves. The two males looked at each other shrugged and raised their floggers, ready to deliver more blows.

But then suddenly there was a noise of something crashing through the forest as something ran in their direction. Kruldaz and Thonk lowered their whips and reached for their sheathed daggers at their belt, in case whatever was crashing through the forest was a threat. But what broke through the tree line and halted in front of them was two slaves. A human and an elf. They were naked except for the iron around their throats. And they were just as shocked to see the orcs as the orcs were to see them

Delsanra and Sarinica had run as fast as they could towards the forest ahead, praying that the orc hellhounds were not on their tail. But as they ran, the howls and barks of the beasts grew louder. They were drawing closer and it seemed increasingly likely that they had picked up the slaves’ scent and were chasing them. Delsanra and Sarinica had sprinted through the forest until they had come upon the group of orcs and slaves in the forest. Delsanra looked at the two young elf maidens who had been strung up and suspended with rope below a tree, and then to the two male orcs standing in front of them with whips, and then the female orc and young orc standing behind them. Delsanra had never seen a female orc or a young orc before, but she did not stick around to get a better look. She and Sarinica started running again, moving away from the orcs, hoping to circle around them and continue fleeing north.

Kruldaz and Thonk quickly got over their brief surprise at seeing two slaves coming crashing though the forest. They had no idea who these slaves were but as soon as they started running, the two orcs gave chase. Delsanra could hear them behind her. She could tell they were gaining ground. “Faster!” she cried to Sarinica. She grabbed Sarinica’s arm and pulled her, trying to change directions, hoping they might lose the orcs in the thick forest. But the orcs were right behind the elves. They saw them switch directions and continued their chase.

“Faster!” Delsanra cried again but then suddenly something crashed into her from behind. She cried out as something tackled her to the ground, and she realized one of the orcs had caught up to her. Before she could even try to fight off Kruldaz, he had pinned her to the ground and was wrenching her wrists behind her back. Delsanra heard Sarinica cry out and realized she too had been captured. Delsanra squirmed and cried out as she felt her wrists being bound. She realized her freedom had just ended and she was back in the clutches of the vile orcs.

Back in the clearing, Ulotha stood there with the young orc and the two strung up elf maidens. Ulotha looked in the direction that Kruldaz and Thonk had given chase to the two slaves, wondering who the slaves were and why they were running. But then she heard howls and barks. She turned in the direction the slaves had come from as two orcs riding hellhounds came bounding through the forest.

Delimira and Amarille stared at the fearful-looking hounds. They were clearly dogs, but not like any dogs the two elves had ever seen. The hounds were massive, almost the size of horses, which was emphasized by the fact that the two orcs were riding on their backs. As the orcs jumped off their mounts, Delimira and Amarille could see that the hounds stood just as tall as the orcs. And that was not the only scary thing about them. Their bodies had very little hair, only a few patches here and there, and their skin was a mottled gray and white. The only place they had lots of hair was around their necks and heads, where they had a large mane, like a lion. The two massive dogs bared their teeth, showing a mouth filled with sharp looking fangs.

One of the orcs that had jumped off the back of his hound and glared angrily at it. He pointed to Delimira and Amarille. “You stupid mutts. This was the cunt you smelled. We aren’t looking for those two elf cunts.” He smacked the hound on the snout and the hound growled but then lowered his head submissively, not challenging the orc. The orc turned to Ulotha. “We are looking for two runaway slaves. A human and an elf.”

“Two slaves came running through here a minute ago,” Ulotha replied. “Two males from our village just gave chase.” She pointed in the direction they had run.  

The two orcs realized that their hounds had indeed been following the scent of the two runaways.  They started to climb back onto their hounds, ready to join the chase. But before they did, Kruldaz and Thonk reappeared with the two runaways. Delsanra was thrashing around and crying out. Sarinica was not resisting at all. She had a defeated look on her face and was trembling. Kruldaz and Thonk dragged the two slaves over to the two orcs on their hound mounts. “These two slaves yours?” Kruldaz asked.

One of the orcs jumped off his hound. “He glared hatefully at Delsanra and Sarinica. “Aye. These are two runaways from the labor camp in Dhergrol Dregh. They killed four orcs and escaped. Our hounds picked up their scent and we have been pursuing them.”

“Sarinica had nothing to do with it. It was me. Do not blame her for my actions,” Delsanra whimpered. The orc turned, his eyes flashing wit hate and he raised his hand and then backhanded Delsanra hard across the cheek. She crumpled to the ground from the hard blow. “Silence slut!” You both escaped and we will be making examples of both of you, along with your blonde elf cunt friend.” He snarled. A terrified Sarinica fell to her knees, keeping her gaze down, her lip trembling.

He turned to Kruldaz and Thonk. “I am Durm, and this is Maktagg.” He gestured to the other orc. All the orcs introduced themselves.

Maktagg glanced over to Delimira and Amarille. “You have more of that rope?” he asked Kruldaz and Thonk. “These cunts’ real punishment will happen once we get them back to our camp but I want to give them something to think about now.”

“We are actually done punishing these two cunts. I will untie them and then you can use this rope,” Kruldaz replied. He and Thonk walked over to Delimira and Amarille and untied them. As soon as they were free, Ulotha gestured them over and they limped over and quickly knelt at her feet. They watched as Maktagg and Durm freed Delsanra’s and Sarinica’s wrists from behind their backs and then retied their wrists high above their heads below the tree so that they were standing under it with their arms outstretched above them.

“Aright cunts, this is but a small taste of the pain you are about to receive,” Durm growled as he unfurled his whip. Delimira’s eyes widened when she saw the whip. They were not like any whips she had seen an orc carry. It was long and had metal studs embedded in its leather. Delimira realized it would do some real damage.

“Please, do not punish Sarinica,” Delsanra whimpered. “It was my plan to escape. She had no part in planning it and no role in killing those orcs.”

Maktagg circled around to the front of Delsanra and backhanded her again across her cheek. Then he grabbed her hair and yanked her head up so she was looking him in the eye. “You will count off as Durm whips your friend. I better hear you, or the lash won’t count.”

Durm drew back his arm and then flung the whip forward with all his strength. The leather whistled through the air and with a loud crack it sliced into Sarinica’s back. It cut into her flesh and left a bloody red line across her back. Sarinica lurched forward against the ropes holding her wrists and screamed in pain.

Sobbing, Delsanra cried out, “One.” Durm swung the whip again, striking Sarinica’s back and leaving another bloody line. Delsanra counted out again as Sarinica screamed and bucked wildly. Durm did not delay. He began whipping Sarinica’s back a 3rd, then a 4th time across her upper back, leaving a bloody trail of lines over her pale skin as she shrieked in agony and a sobbing Delsanra counted off.

Delimira and Amarille watched, horrified. They had been punished harshly before; in fact, they had just received a harsh punishment. And they had seen other slaves punished harshly, but they had never seen anything like this. This was absolutely brutal. Durm flung the whip again, this time striking Sarinica’s lower back, just above her ass, causing renewed screams from the human. He crossed her lower back with two more bloody stripes. Blood was now pouring down her back, oozing down her ass and thighs.

Durm’s 8th, 9th, and 10th struck is across Sarinica’s middle and lower back. Delsanra counted them as Sarinica’s blood sprayed and hit Delsanra. At this point Sarinica was dangling from her wrists, unable to stand. She was wailing in agony. Durm circled around to her front and raised his arm and let the whip fly. It struck Sarinica across her breasts, causing renewed mad thrashing and bucking from the slave as she screamed. Durm laid his 12, 13th, and 14th lashes across Sarinica’s breasts, slicing into the until they are bleeding profusely. Her shrieking had grown quieter as her voice gave out.

Durm whipped her breasts one more time before he moved lower and began lashing her belly. His 16th through 19th strokes painted her belly with bloody red crisscrossing lines. When the next strike hit her between the legs, Sarinica found her voice again and screamed in agony. She tried to close her legs to shield her sex but Durm expertly struck her crotch 2 more times.

Durm moved lower again, slicing into her upper thighs with his next two lashes. A sobbing Delsanra continued counting off but in between her counts she begged Durm to stop. He ignored the sobbing elf’s pleas and circled back around to Sarinica’s rear again. He let the whip fly, laying four bloody lines across her ass, causing another spray of blood and sweat to fly. At this point, the pain was too much for Sarinica and her head slumped forward as she passed out. Durm was still not done and he lay four more lashes across her ass to end at 30.

Amarille lurched and threw up as she looked at the bloody mess that was Sarinica. Maktagg stepped forward again and grabbed Delsanra by the hair. “Since you are the one that killed orcs, you will get it much worse. And once we get back to the camp, the torture you get there will make this feel like a tickle. You will beg for death but you won’t get it right away. By the time you do get that slow and agonizing death, it will be the greatest blessing you have ever received.” He let go of Delsanra and stepped back, then nodded to Durm.

A second later, the whip whistled through the air and sliced into Delsanra’s back. She shrieked in pain. Durm began whipping her in a frenzy over and over, slicing her back into ribbons. Durm paused after 20 lashes. Delsanra was dancing around, wailing in agony, begging for mercy. She received none. Durm started again, whipping her back and ass another 20 times, until blood was pouring down her body onto the ground below.

Delimira and Amarille were sobbing as they watched, and even Ulotha was pale-faced and silent as she watched. Durm continued, whipping Delsanra’s thighs, back, and ass over and over. It was a brutal scene to behold.  Blood flew in a fine mist from the Delsanra’s back, and soaked the whip and the ground below her. Delsanra hung limply, but she continued bucking and thrashing with each lash, agonized screams exploding from her lungs. Bile lurched up her throat, and dribbled down her chin.

Durm stopped at 60 lashes and then circled around to Delsanra’s front. She looked at him pleadingly and shook her head. He glared hatefully at her and raised the whip, then let it fly. It struck Delsanra’s across her chest, causing renewed agonized screams from the elf. He whipped her breasts over and over, then her belly and public area and finally her thighs. At 80 lashes, Delsanra passed out. Durm gave her another 20 lashes, concentrating on her pussy and inner thighs. Passed out, she could not close her legs to protect that sensitive area, and Durm knew she would feel those when she woke up. When he reached 100 lashes, Durm finally stopped and set his bloody whip on the ground. Then he and Maktagg untied the unconscious and bleeding slaves and let them fall to the ground. Their wrists and ankles were bound.

“Thank you for catching these two cunts.” Maktagg said to Kruldaz and Thonk. Maktagg and Durm carried Delsanra and Sarinica over to their hellhounds and threw them over the hounds’ back. Then they each climbed on the hounds’ backs. “We have to get these cunts back to the camp so their real punishment can begin and then their executions. Again, you have our gratitude.” And then he and Durm were off as the hellhounds started running south, back in the direction of the labor camp.

Kruldaz looked down at the sobbing Delimira and Amarille. “Time to take you back to the slaver camp. You should let your fellow elf cunts know what you saw today, in case any of them ever think about trying to hurt an orc or escaping.” He leashed Delimira and Amarille and they rose to their feet as he led them off.

(End of Part 18, to be continued...)

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