The Tale of Delsanra: Part 19 – Examples Are Made

Shanaera huddled in the slave pen. She couldn’t sleep. The agonized screams of Delsanra, Imizael, Sarinica, and Lilly echoed through the fort and made sleep all but impossible. Even below ground in the slave pen, the other slaves could hear their screams as they were tortured on a floor above them. Several floors down, the screams were not that loud. But their agony was so intense in their voices that it disturbed and scared all of the slaves, making it hard to sleep.

It was the third day since the orcs had returned with Delsanra and Sarinica. And the four slaves had been screaming in pain from being tortured ever since as they were returned. Sometimes it was just one or two of them. Other times it was all four of them at once. But the screaming was non-stop. The slaves in the pen had no idea what was being done to them, but from their screams, it was obviously brutal.

Shanaera closed her eyes and tried sleep. She knew she needed her rest for whatever labor she would be tasked with the next day. But sleep would not come. The screams of the four slaves deeply disturbed her. Two of the slaves being tortured had once been her fellow soldiers in Argothrond. She felt so sorry for them. But she knew that Delsanra and Sarinica had been reckless and foolish to think they could escape. They were slaves now and they should have accepted that. And to kill four orcs in the process was just an insane and foolish death wish. They had to have known that they would suffer the most brutal of consequences for such a crime. They should have known that they would never succeed, and now they would pay the terrible price. Shanaera prayed they received the mercy of death soon.

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At Udruk’s slaver camp in Bhezur, the conditioning and training of the elf slaves was coming along very well. In fact, Glynnii and Solana had been assessed as fully conditioned and trained slaves and had just been sold to the brothel camp run by Khaurz Dugubak. They were locked together in a coffle and Udruk was leashing Glynni, who was in the front. Khaurz waited patiently to be handed he leash so he could take them to the brothel camp. Glynni was excited to be serve in the brothel, and be fucked constantly by orcs from morning to night, and she was rubbing her thighs together trying to get relief from her intense arousal. Before Khaurz was handed the leash, Aravae hurried over to the coffle. She embraced her sister Solana and they pressed their lips together and kissed passionately. There was no embarrassment or shame or disgust as they pushed their tongues in each other’s mouths. The two elves no longer saw themselves as sisters. At least not sisters by blood. They were slave sisters now, along with all the other slaves in the slaver camp. And they were animals. Lustful little animals.  Animals saw no shame in rutting with other animals form their litter.

Udruk slapped Aravae’s ass and told her to get back to her training. “Serve the orc masters well, slave sister,” Aravae said to Solana and then she hurried off before she earned another swat. She hoped that she would eventually end up in the slave brothel, once Udruk determined her training was complete. She yearned to spend her days being fucked by strong orcs. And she knew that the orcs that frequented the brothel camp would love the erotic shows that she and Solana could put on.

Udruk handed Khaurz the leash and he was off with the two new brothel slaves. It would be a short trip to the brothel camp and then Glynni and Solana would find themselves on all fours or on their backs next to their fellow elf slaves, Filaurel and Velayana, being fucked nonstop. They expected that they would spend the rest of their lives in that brothel camp, and that did not scare them or upset in the slightest.  They would be serving their purpose.

Elsewhere in Udruk’s slaver camp, Meorise and Ialantha were busy servicing one of the orc trainers. Ialantha’s head was bobbing up and down as she worked the orc’s cock with her mouth and tongue while Meorise pressed herself against the orc and passionately kissed him.

Both slaves were eager to show that they were good little sluts. The one that the trainer found most pleasing between the two would avoid a lashing. Both Meorise and Ialantha had been sent along with Selussa into the village earlier in the day with a straightforward task: getting as many orcs as possible to fuck them. Their tallies were tracked by marks the orcs drew on their asses with ink. Meorise and Ialantha had returned to the slaver camp covered in cum but with only 20 marks and 23 marks on their asses, respectively. Selussa had been the winner with 33 marks on her ass and had been rewarded with extra slave gruel. She hungrily ate while Meorise and Ialantha, as the losers, now had to convince their trainer that they were the better wanton slut and should be spared a lashing.

On the other side of the camp, the slavers were working to break and condition the elf that was still resisting her slavery the most. Thaola was chained up to a whipping post, her wrists chained up above her head, leaving her defenseless. An orc had given her a harsh whipping earlier, but now pleasure was being mixed in with her pain. Her former student Delimira was crouched on her knees between Thaola’s parted thighs, her face buried in Thaola’s crotch and lapping at her pussy. Her other former student Amarille was on her knees behind Thaola, her face pressed in between Thaola’s ass cheeks as she tongued her ass. Thaola’s former students were now her teachers, trying to guide her to accept and embrace slavery. Two of Udruk’s human slaves were assisting, leaning in and sucking on Thaola’s nipples and flicking at them with their tongues. Thaola’s eyes were clamped shut and she was shaking her head back and forth as he moaned. She was trying to ignore her building arousal but it was a losing battle. She was trying to cling to her dignity and virtue that she had once had as a free elf, but whether it took days or weeks or months, she would eventually learn to accept that she was a slave. And she would be just as happy as Delimira, Amarille, and the other elves from Salelenor were now as slaves to the orc horde in Bhezur.

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“Wake up cunts!” an orc yelled down in the pens, and Shanaera groaned as her eyes fluttered open. She had finally managed to fall asleep, even through the muffled screams from Delsanra, Imizael, Sarinica, and Lilly sounding above. As she awoke, Shanaera heard more muffled screams. The four slaves were still being tortured it seemed. Shanaera crawled over to a food trough and ate some slave gruel, trying to ignore the agonized screams.

The slaves in the pen were given a few minutes to eat and drink and then they were sent off to work. Shanaera spent the day in the quarry. The slaves in the quarry worked extra hard. All of them were scared about raising the ire of the orcs right now. The orcs had been extra vicious and temperamental ever since the two slaves had murdered four of the orc overseers. As a whip slashed hard into Shanaera’s back and an orc screamed at her to pick up the pace, she cursed under her breath at Delsanra’s reckless and selfishness. It was not just the four elves being tortured that were now suffering because of what she had done. All of the slaves in the labor camp were suffering because of it. Why couldn’t she just accept she was a slave? It was not pleasant but it was just the way things were. They were lowly elves and they had no choice but to serve their superior orc masters. She should have just accepted that.

But as Shanaera vividly remembered the screams that echoed through the fort earlier, she felt guilty for thinking harshly about Delsanra. She was more than paying for her treachery and Shanaera did not wish what was happening to her and the other three on anyone. She tried not to think about it and focused on her task as she broke up rocks in the quarry.

When the day finally ended, an exhausted Shanaera and the other slaves were taken back to the fort. Still, the screams rang out from the four slaves. After Shanaera ate and drank, she put her hands over her ears, trying to drown out the tortured wails of the four slaves so she could sleep.

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Yalanue closed her eyes, trying to ignore her aching, swollen breasts and the burning desire deep in her loins. She was badly in need of a milking and an orgasm. Both her nipples and her pussy were leaking fluids. Beside Yalanue, a handful of other elves were crowded around an elf maiden, Thessalia, who was crying softly and hyperventilating, in a panic. Thessalia was 6 months pregnant, meaning she was at the end of her pregnancy. And her water had just broken. The goblins had not noticed yet, but they would soon enough. Then Thessalia would be dragged away to give birth. And her babies would be taken away from her to be killed or raised as slaves. Hence Thessalia’s distressed state.

The former physician of Salelenor, Yumanea, was crouched next to Thessalia, holding her hand, trying to comfort her. But there was no comfort Yumanea could offer. And Yumanea was distressed too; she had babies of her own growing in her womb and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she was in the same position as Thessalia.

It was only a few minutes before the goblins noticed Thessalia. A pair of goblins hurried over to the group of elves. “Are you going in labor?” one of the asked Thessalia in his screechy goblin voice.

Thessalia started to sob. “Please do not take my babies!” she cried. The goblins stepped forward and grabbed her and began to drag her off.

“You can’t do this, you monsters!” Yumanea cried angrily.

One of the goblins stopped and glared at her. “We can do whatever we please with you, for you are slaves. And no talking, slave! Any more words from you and you will end up like her!” He pointed to the former governess, Essaerae. Essaerae had angrily shouted at the goblins the day prior, making the same protestations that Yumanea had just made. She had been chained up to a whipping post, though she had not been whipped. The goblins never whipped the pregnant slaves, not wanting to risk causing a miscarriage or an injury to the fetuses in their wombs. But the goblins had other ways of punishing their slaves. Locked in the whipping post, Essaerae had not been milked for over a day, when the pregnant, lactating slaves normally were in need of milking several times a day. Her breasts had swollen grotesquely and from the look on her face, it was quite painful. And like the other elf maidens who had been given the hormones to increase milk production, she was also in a constant state of arousal but had been given no sexual relief on the whipping post. Essaerae rubbed her thighs together, desperate for an orgasm. The combination of her arousal and the pain from her swollen un-milked tits was pure torture. She was bathed in sweat and squirmed, and she groaned and moaned but did not talk. Talking was forbidden and would only increase her sentence.

Glancing at Essaerae and how much she was suffering, Yumanea fell silent. Yalanue teared up as she watched Thessalia being dragged away. Her own belly was quite swollen.  She knew that every day that passed brought her closer to the day when she would have her own babies.

“Alright sluts, lined up to be milked,” a goblin yelled. Yalanue’s nightmarish thoughts were interrupted, and she quickly crawled over to the milking stations. She was eager be milked and fucked; the orgasm and the relief of pressure in her breasts would be a momentary respite from the crushing feeling of overwhelming dread that she constantly felt.

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The orc slave hunters Thromm and Drornurl rode their hell hounds through the ruins. The orcs were brothers and they were in the slave capture business, capturing female humans to sell off to slavers or slave markets. They tracked down human women that lived in isolated areas that had not been targeted for a full raid by the orcs, or women that may have managed to slip away from a village that had been raided and were in hiding.

The orcs’ hounds had picked up a scent. And the hounds were trained only to sniff out one thing. Females to enslave. The hounds had led them into these ruins and they stopped at a spot in the dirt and started growling. Thromm and Drornurl looked around and jumped off their mounts. They did not see any humans or any place a human could be hiding. Thromm scanned the horizon. “Dumb mutts, there aren’t any humans around here,” he mumbled.

But Drornurl was looking at the ground. He leaned down and felt around and then gestured to his brother. “Look,” he said pointing to the wooden board. It was hard to spot; it had been covered with leaves and sticks. But as Drornurl pushed it aside, it revealed a tunnel leading underground. Thromm and Drornurl smiled to each other and started to head down the stairs of the tunnel.

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Avshera was on her knees in front of Eliana, who was seated and pressing her feet into Avshera’s face. Avshera inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her Mistress’s feet before she began to kiss them. As soon as her lips made contact with Eliana’s foot, Avshera felt an intense jolt of arousal. She got so aroused now when she was permitted to worship her mistress’s body. Moaning, Avshera began licking Eliana’s foot, gliding her tongue along every spot and crevice. It tasted so good. Avshera moaned, her arousal growing as she worshipped Eliana’s foot. Avshera’s pussy was throbbing and she felt a deep tingle in her loins and felt her juices trickling down her thigh. She could smell her arousal filling the air. Eliana could see and smell Avshera’s arousal too and was smiling, quite pleased at how far her slave had come along.

After Avshera had thoroughly licked Eliana’s left foot, Eliana pulled that foot away and stuck the other one in Avshera’s face. Avshera dutifully kissed and liked the right foot. Eliana let her slave worship that foot for a few minutes before she gave her the order that Avshera was eagerly waiting for. “Worship my pussy, slave.”

Excitedly, Avshera began to kiss a trail up Eliana’s ankle and leg, to her inner thigh, before Eliana grabbed the back of Avshera’s head and pulled her face into her crotch. Avshera buried her tongue inside her Mistress’s pussy, eagerly lapping at it. As much as Avshera loved the smell and taste of Eliana’s feet, she absolutely craved the smell and taste of her mistress’s pussy. She was so aroused that her own cunt was leaking and felt like it was on fire.

Eliana closed he eyes and moaned, Avshera’s skilled licking quickly bringing her to arousal. Still holding Avshera’s head, Eliana pulled it in harder and she started grinding her pussy against Avshera’s face. Avshera moaned again, the noise muffled by Eliana’s crotch. Avshera felt so fulfilled. This was her purpose. This was what she was meant to do. To serve and worship her Mistress. Avshera felt more of her juices drippingdown her thighs. She was so turned on. She prayed that her Mistress would permit her to have an orgasm after she got done servicing her. But only time would tell. And for now, her focus was on giving her Mistress pleasure. It was her Mistress’s pleasure that mattered more than anything right now. Eliana’s moans grew louder and her thighs squeezed Avshera’s head as Avshera licked away. Suddenly, Eliana cried out and Avshera felt a gush of liquid hit her face and fill her mouth, which Avshera eagerly lapped up. She was so pleased with herself for giving such pleasure to her Mistress.

When Eliana’s orgasm subsided, Avshera dutifully licked her pussy and thighs clean. She wondered again whether she would be allowed her own orgasm. But then suddenly Eliana shot up from her chair and cried out in alarm. Before Avshera understood what was going on, there was a sudden shouting of gruff voices and someone grabbed her. Eliana screamed. As Avshera was pressed into to the floor and felt her wrists being wrenched behind her back, she realized someone had invaded their underground hideaway. And as the invaders started shouting more, she realized from their gruff voices that they were orcs. She let out a wail of dismay. This was her worst nightmare. Avshera felt her wrists being tied and then she was hauled to her feet. As she looked around, she saw that two orcs had entered their underground chamber. The other had similarly bound Eliana. Eliana had been stripped of her clothing.

Thromm looked Avshera and Eliana up and down. He was more focused on Avshera. “An elf? How the fuck did an elf get here?” he exclaimed.

“Who knows, but we will get a lot of coin for an elf,” Drornurl replied.

“Please, you can have her. I trained her well! But do not take me! I am no slave! I am dominant by nature! I am not submissive! I am not meant to be a slave!” Eliana cried. “But that elf will make you a fine slave! Take her!” Avshera looked at Eliana, shocked and hurt that her Mistress would so easily give her away to these evil orcs.

Drornurl laughed and forced his hand between Eliana’s legs, pushing a pair of fingers into her sex. “Your cunt is plenty wet. You will do just fine as a slave, I bet. But let’s see.” He pushed Eliana to her knees and then shoved her forward. With her ankles bound behind her back, she could not brace herself and her face slammed into the floor. Drornurl grabbed her hips and yanked them up so her ass was jutting out and then he pried her thighs apart as he settled behind her. Dropping his pants, he grabbed her hips and lined up his cock and then drove it forward, impaling Eliana’s pussy with one hard thrust and causing her to wail. Drornurl grunted as he began thrusting away.

Avshera watched, in a state of shock. But then she found herself pushed to the ground on her knees, her face pressed into the ground and her ass in the air. She realized that she too was about to be fucked. Without any warning, Thromm thrust his cock into her. He began driving his cock in and out of her, his strokes long and forceful. Avshera was sobbing, devastated to once again be at the mercy of these horrible orcs. But as Thromm continued pounding away, her already slick cunt grew even wetter, the squelching noise of his cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt revealing just how aroused she was. The intense tingle of arousal Avshera had felt turned to a steady roar, spreading from her loins throughout her entire body.

Enjoying her tight, wet cunt, Thromm grunted and began thrusting harder and faster. The growing waves of pleasure rocked Avshera’s body and her sobs turned to gasps and moans. She started to thrust her hips back, meeting the orc’s thrusts. For the moment, Avshera was not concerned about being captured by orcs and just wanted desperately to cum.

The intense orgasm ripped through Avshera suddenly, waves of pleasure surging through her body. Avshera cried out in ecstasy as her body shook. As her cunt spasmed and clenched around Thromm’s cock, he groaned and climaxed, unleashing a torrent of cum into her womb.

Thromm pulled his cock from Avshera’s dripping cunt and hauled her back onto her feet. Drornurl grunted loudly as he too came, dumping his cum inside a sobbing Eliana. She too was hauled to her feet. “This one has a great cunt; she will make a fine slave,” Drornurl said to Thromm.

“This one too,” Thromm replied. The two orcs began to drag their captives back through the tunnel and towards the stairs.

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When the orcs awoke Shanaera and the other slaves in the pen the next morning, the first thing Shanaera noticed was that she no longer heard the screams of Delsanra, Imizael, Sarinica, and Lilly. She closed her eyes, relieved, assuming that the four had finally received the mercy of death.

After they ate their slave gruel, Shanaera tried to mentally prepare herself for the hard day of labor to come. But the orcs did not come down to divide up the slaves and give them tasks for the day. Instead, Ralfor came down to the pen with two other orc overseers. He ordered the slaves to line up and then the slaves were led upstairs. They exited the fort and the slaves all commanded to kneel in the dirt in front of the fort. As Shanaera fell to her knees she noticed the four metal poles that had been placed in the ground in front of the fort. A ladder had been placed in front of one them. Each was 8 or ten feet long and the end of each had been sharpened to a point.  Shanaera studied them, unsure what they were for. 

Ralfor stepped in front of the slaves, the poles behind him, and spoke loudly, addressing the slaves, and Shanaera’s attention was on him. “Slaves!” he bellowed. “As you are all aware, a treacherous act was committed by three of your fellow slaves. Two of your fellow slaves committed the ultimate act of treachery by killing four orcs. A third then tried to escape with those two. And a fourth had been made aware of this treacherous plot but failed to tell her orc masters. For these vile acts, all four have been made to suffer immensely. For the last several days they had been made to pay dearly for daring to raise a hand against their superior orcs and trying to escape. And now today, you shall all witness their final punishment so that never again will one of you cunts ever think about trying to escape or attack an orc. Let their deaths be a lesson for you all.” He turned and yelled, “Bring out the condemned slaves!”

The door to the fort opened and a pair of orcs existed, each dragging two slaves by the hair. Shanaera’s eyes widened in horror. The four slaves’ bodies were so mutilated and beaten that she could not even recognize them. She could not even tell which two were humans and which two were elves. Their bodies were covered in so many cuts, burns, bruises that they were completely unrecognizable. The orcs dragged the four slaves over to Ralfor and dumped them at his feet. They lay on the ground limp and unmoving. They looked half dead already. Shanaera hoped that maybe they were unconscious and would not suffer any more.

Ralfor started speaking again. “For their grievous crimes, the three slaves that killed their orc masters and tried to escape shall be killed by impalement on these pikes. The slave that learned of their plot but failed to report it shall receive a more merciful death. She shall be beheaded and her head placed on the last pike. Their remains shall be left there until they rot away so that every day when you cunts enter and exit the fort, you shall be reminded of what happens to slaves that dare to try to escape or commit such heinous acts against their orc masters. And all of you are ordered to watch as we deal with these slaves, so that you will never forget what happens.” He turned to the orcs that had dragged the four slaves outside. “Behead the slave,” he ordered.

The orcs grabbed one of the four slaves, which Shanaera surmised must have been Lilly, based on the sentence that had been imposed on her. She was pulled up on to her knees. She slumped forward her head dropping. She did not make a noise. One of the orcs stood behind Lilly and unsheathed his sword. Another one of the slaves lying on the ground lifted up her head and started pleading. Her voice was weak as she spoke. “Please spare her. Spare the others. This was my plot only. Kill me and spare the others! Please!” From her voice, Shanaera recognized it was Delsanra. The other orc kicked Delsanra hard to shut her up.

The orc with the sword glared down at Lilly down as he raised his sword, and then he swung it. The blade sliced cleanly through Lilly’s neck; her head was lopped off and rolled away and the body collapsed to the ground. Gasps rang out from the slaves being forced to watch and a few started to cry. Delsanra let out a tortured wail as she watched Lilly being killed.

Ralfor wasted no time. “Impale the first of the treacherous cunts. Impale the human first” he ordered. The two orcs walked over and grabbed one of the four slaves, which Shanaera realized was Sarinica. Sarinica started sobbing and pleading as the orcs carried her over to the ladder and one of them began to take her up it. Delsanra did not bother pleading any more, knowing it was useless, but she too was sobbing.

At the top of the ladder, the orc lifted Sarinica so that she was above the pole, with the sharp ended positioned between her legs. And then he began to lower her. Shanaera could not watch. She closed her eyes, just as Sarinica let out a blood-curdling scream as she was lowered onto the pike. Over and over, she shrieked in agony. Shanaera knew she was supposed to watch, and normally she was an obedient slave, but she couldn’t watch this. She kept her eyes clamped shut. She could hear more slaves crying around her, mixing with the screams of Sarinica. It took a moment for Shanaera to realize that she herself was one of the slaves sobbing.

Shanaera heard Ralfor order that Imizael be impaled next. Imizael began pleading. “Please do not do this! I am sorry! I will be an obedient slave! I will be a hard worker! Please do not kill me!” A few moments later, Shanaera heard Imizael scream out in agony, joining in the chorus of pained screams that Sarinica was still making. More slaves began crying and a few vomited.

Finally, Delsanra was ordered impaled and Shanaera listened as Delsanra started sobbing more loudly. Then a moment later, her agonized screams joined the other two.

Shanaera finally forced herself to open her eyes and saw that all three slaves were on the pikes. The spikes had been inserted between their legs and was buried deeply inside them, their weight slowly forcing their bodies to slide down and the spike to bury further into their bodies. Shanaera closed her eyes again, and she threw up. She yearned to be in a quarry working rather than having to witness this. She kept her eyes closed, but there was nothing she could do to drown out the tortured, dying screams of the three slaves.

(End of Part 19, to be continued...)

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