The Tale of Delsanra: Part 20 – The New Arrivals

It was a new morning, and once again, Shanaera was heading to the quarries for another brutal day of work. As she filed out of the fort with the other slaves, she glanced towards the four pikes that had been set up in front of the fort. The head of Lilly was on one pike. On the other three pikes were the impaled bodies of Delsanra, Imizael, and Sarinica. They were finally dead. Shanaera had thought at least one or two of them was still alive when the slaves had returned from their day of labor the prior night. But now it was clear all of them were dead. The scene was grotesque. The three slaves’ body weight had forced them to slide down the pikes until the spike had exited form their bodies at their chests or throats. For Delsanra’s body, the pike had actually exited from her mouth. Crows were flying around the bodies and picking at their flesh. Shanaera quickly looked away. She did not look forward to having to see their rotting bodies every time she entered and exited the fort. Shanaera knew it was serving its intended purpose. She doubted any slave would ever consider trying to escape, with those impaled, rotting bodies a constant reminder of the consequences.

As Shanaera turned, she saw a line of a dozen naked slaves being marched towards the fort, chained in a coffle and being driven forward by orcs with whips. They were elves. One of the orc overseers saw them and turned to his friend. “I thought we haven’t been collecting any more slaves form Elevosia?”

“I heard these ones were being sent from the interrogation dungeon in Talmot Forest,” the other orc replied. “They were months ago but they were high-ranking officers or leaders so they were being interrogated. I guess they are finally done interrogating him.” Shanaera shuddered, remembering her own time in Gnarlug’s dungeon and how awful it had been. Not that life in the labor camp was that much better.

As the coffle drew closer, Shanaera’s eyes widened. She immediately recognized the elf maiden in the front. It was Delsanra’s older sister, Merethyl. She had been a lieutenant in Argothrond’s army. Shanaera looked back at the impaled bodies. They were so mutilated that they were unrecognizable. She doubted Merethyl would have any idea that her younger sister had ended up in this camp. Shanaera hoped that Merethyl never learned that it was her sister up there.

As the coffle approached, the eyes of the arriving slaves were all on the impaled bodies. It was a horrifying site. The slaves were forced to kneel in front of the impaled bodies as Ralfor stepped out of the fort. He began addressing the slaves, telling them that the rest of their lives would be spent working hard, and that those who did not or could would be whipped and those that still did not would be killed. He then pointing to the bodies on the pikes and warning the new arrivals that any slave who tried to escape or dared to physically attack an orc would end up like those four cunts.

As Ralfor continued addressing the new arrivals, Shanaera was led away to the quarry. She was handed a sledgehammer and she began her long day of breaking down rocks. After an hour, the new slaves arrived and they too were put to work. Shanaera gave them a sorrowful look. The first few days were always the worst. She watched as they were handed pickaxes and the orc overseers began savagely lashing at them with their whips to get them working. Merethyl was set up near Shanaera and put to work. She struggled to swing the pickaxe. Shanaera could see she was already weak and beaten down. Whatever had happened to her in Gnarlug’s interrogation dungeon must have been pretty bad. It was not a good way to start at the labor camp. But Shanaera decided it didn’t really matter. Even a healthy elf would be worked to the breaking point after only a few days.

By the mid-day break, Merethyl was bleeding from being whipped so much. Fighting back tears she crouched at the water trough and thirstily drank. She saw Shanaera and recognized her. The two had once served together in Argothrond’s army, and knew each other as two of the army’s most respected female warriors. “Does this get any easier?” she whimpered.

Shanaera closed her eyes and frowned. She didn’t know what to tell her. It never got easier. Finally, she whimpered, “It doesn’t get any easier but your mind numbs to it eventually.”

“Alright cunts back to work!” an orc screamed. Fighting back tears, Shanaera picked up her sledgehammer and moved back towards the rock wall. 

She thought of Merethyl’s frightened question and wondered if it was possible to have a worse fate than this.

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In the depths of the cavern, Riniya and Mariona were suffering a worse fate than the slaves of the labor camp. Mariona cried out around the tentacle shoved down her throat as painful contractions racked her body and the latest of the tentacle creature’s brood was birthed and slid from vagina to the water below. Next to her, Riniya moaned and writhed around in discomfort. She was not giving birth yet but she would be soon enough. Her belly was grotesquely swollen and the brood had hatched inside her and was churning around inside her uterus.

Mariona had lost count of how many times she had been implanted with eggs and birthed a creature’s brood. In fact, she barely had any conscious thoughts anymore. Her mind was almost completely shattered. All she ever focused on was the pleasure she received when she was induced orgasms and the pain she felt when birthing the creatures. Most moments in between she barely thought anything at all. It was for the best. She had only been in the cavern for months, and she would have many decades, if not centuries, of life left spent as an incubator for the tentacle creatures.

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Jastira kissed Berold, their lips pressed together and their tongues dancing with each other. They were lying beside each other in an abandoned house, in yet another abandoned village that had been sacked by the orcs months earlier. They had found some dried food items to take back but it was late so they had decided to stay in one of the abandoned houses for the night rather than risk travelling at night. Most orcs did not travel at night but goblins had great nocturnal vision and senses of smell and so nighttime was the perfect time for them to patrol and ambush vulnerable and unsuspecting travelers.

Jastira pulled her lips from Berold’s and for a brief moment they gazed lovingly at each other. Then Jastira closed her eyes as Berold gently grabbed her head and pulled her in again and began kissing her in long, passionate kisses. Berold stoked her hair as he kissed her. They breathed heavily, moaning in each other’s mouths as they kissed. Berold began kissing down her neck, and Jastira moaned again at the feeling of his beard and mouth on her throat. Berold pulled his mouth away from Jastira’s neck, before he gently took her and rolled her over onto her back. He leaned in and kissed her again, gently holding her chin, before he caressed his hand down her body, over her breast, then her belly, her hip, then down her thigh before he slowly slid his hand back up her inner thigh. She moaned again as she felt his fingers slide inside her wet sex and she caressed her own hands down through his hair and then down his chest before lightly grabbing his rock-hard manhood. They continued kissing and their breathing got heavier as they stroked each other.

The elf and human kissed in long, slow kisses, their tongues caressing each other as Berold’s fingers gently explored the warm folds of Jastira’s wet pussy. She moaned and gasped as his fingers traced round her labia and teased her clit. "I love you," she whispered, as her lips moved to his neck and then back to his lips. She held her hand on his cheek as they looked in each other's eyes. But they gaze broke when Jastira’s eyes rolled and she moaned loudly as Berold’s fingers began stroking her swollen, aching clit. She began bucking her hips against his hand as she felt intense arousal building in her loins. His lips were back on her neck and she moaned as she grinded her pelvis against his exploring hand; being pushed closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted him inside her. Jastira gripped his shoulders and pushed him over onto his back and then lifted herself up so that she was straddling him. She leaned down, letting her breasts brush against his face before she scooted down and began kissing him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Berold sat up, wrapping his arms around Jastira and pulling her in tight so that their chests were pressed against each other. Her pushed his mouth to hers and they began kissing again.

Jastira reached down, taking his hard manhood in her hand as she positioned herself over it and slid the head of his cock into her pussy. Jastira and Berold both moaned in pleasure as she slowly eased herself down until his cock was fully inside her. Jastira began to gyrate with her hips, slowly at first, moving up and down in short thrusts as she began riding him. Berold groaned in pleasure, his sounds muffled with his lips pressed to hers. She began to pick up her pace, riding him harder, sliding up and down his manhood as she felt the pressure building in her loins as she grew more and more aroused. Jastira started panting and gasping as started rolling her hips, riding him harder, her nails digging into his back. Berold held onto her tightly, thrusting his hip upwards and matching her thrusts as Jastira slid up and down on his manhood.

Jastira suddenly cried out, her pussy clenching around Berold’s cock as she loudly climaxed. A moment later Berold groaned as he too climaxed, his throbbing cock spurting inside her. When they were done, Jastira collapsed against Berold, panting loudly. Berold fell back down onto his back and pulled Jastira with him, holding her tightly, as he tried to catch his breath. Jastira breathed heavily and whimpered softly as he kissed her neck and shoulders. Jastira stroked his back as Berold kissed her head. The held each other tightly in a living embrace. Jastira closed her eyes. At that moment she felt so content. She felt this way pretty much every moment she was with Berold. After sharing their first kiss, the two quickly had fallen in love. Jastira missed dearly her friends and family in Elevosia. She was still traumatized by her time as a slave to the orcs. But she wouldn’t have changed what happened to her if it meant she would have never met Berold. She may have been an elf and he a human, but neither of them cared. They had fallen deeply in love.

They embraced for some time when they suddenly heard a soft knock on the front door. Jastira jumped but the low voice on the other side of the door confirmed there was no danger. “It is Gotfrid,” the voice called. Gotfrid was one of Berold’s men, a fellow warrior.

“Give us a minute,” Berold called and he and Jastira quickly dressed. When they were dressed Berold went to the door and opened it and Gotfrid slipped inside. He smiled to Jastira and gave her a friendly nod. It was no secret that Jastira and Berold had formed a romantic bond. Indeed, Jastira was not the only elf maiden that had grown close to one of the human males from Penrith. There were so few female refugees from the village and so there were many single males. And as they lived together and struggled to survive, the elf maidens that had escaped slavery had grown quite close to the humans. But Berold and Jastira had formed a particularly strong bond.

“I think I found something,” Gotfrid said. He held up some parchment to show it to Berold and Jastira.

Berold looked at it. “It is a map, what of?” he asked.

“I found it in the village’s temple,” Gotfrid replied. “It is a map of all the various temples, from all the religions in Jorshah.”

“Berold’s eyes lit up. “And it has…”

Gotfrid interrupted and quickly replied. “Yep. Every temple of the Cult of Ug’dromon.”

Berold happily clapped Gotfrid’s am. “Well done, man!”

Jastira gave Berold and Gotfrid a puzzled look. “What is the Cult of Ug’dromon?” she asked them.

“They are the religious sect that figured out how to open the portal to your world,” Berold replied. “And if we can find a temple that was not razed by the orcs, and some priests or priestesses that were not taken or at least some of their scrolls, then perhaps we can open a portal to Elevosia. And if we can open a portal, we can forge an alliance between human and elf, and take back both our worlds from the orcs.”

Jastira smiled. She was overjoyed at the prospect of freeing this world from the orcs and saving Elevosia from them. But deep down she was also scared. She knew what Berold was planning was likely dangerous. And the thought of losing him was unbearable.

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Sulegzu sat in his tavern and watched his slaves serving. His attention was on the four elves. He was very pleased with how quickly that come along and become lustful and submissive slaves who yearned to please and serve.

A pair of were standing at the bar chatting. Naesala was on her knees enthusiastically sucking off of one of them while she jerked off the other with her hand. They were not the first orcs she had serviced. Naesala’s tits, face, and belly were covered in cum, and cum was also oozing from her cunt and down her thigh. She had once been so resistant to slavery at first but now she craved orc cum, and she eagerly swallowed the cum of the orc in her mouth as he climaxed.

Nearby, Elanalue was on her back on a table, her legs up and her ankles resting on the shoulders of an orc as he stood over and pounded away, grunting loudly. Elanalue’s moans filled the room. She too had learned to embrace slavery.

Cellica was fetching a drink and she hurried over to the bar with an empty mug. After Zhogrog filled it, she hurried back to the table, practically throwing herself on the orc as she set his drink down, rubbing her tits in his face. Her ploy worked. The orc grabbed the mug, chugged it, and then grabbed Cellica and threw her over his shoulder. He walked over to Sulegzu and as he approached, Sulegzu could see the juices smeared across her inner thighs and dripping from her cunt. She was highly aroused and yearned to be fucked. After the orc paid Sulegzu to use Cellica and began to carry her up the stairs to an alcove, she squealed excitedly, knowing she was about to get her wish.

But in Sulegzu’s mind, his best elf slave was definitely Tiriana. The young head had become quite the eager slave, and was quite popular with his customers. She was in an alcove now with a group of orcs and Sulegzu was confident they would leave as satisfied customers.

Up in the alcove, Tiriana was on her hands and knees, her ass thrust up in the air and her thighs parted wide, presenting herself to be fucked. She was trembling with anticipation, waiting for the first of the 5 orcs to fuck her. She could feel his presence behind her and she was squirming, unable to control her lust. Tiriana gasped and then moaned as she felt his cock press against her sex. “Please fuck this slave, Master, I beg you!” she whimpered. She moaned again as the orc pushed his cock into her slick cunt and as he started to drive his cock in and out of her, she pushed her hips back and started gasping and moaning. As her cunt squeezed down on his cock, the orc grunted and began pounding her harder, slamming his hips into her ass over and over. Her cunt made wet sucking noises as the orc’s cock drove in and out of her. The orc wanted to make it last but he was unable to as Shanaera squeezed down on and milked his cock with her pelvic muscles. He groaned as he climaxed.

The orc pulled his softening cock from Tiriana’s dripping cunt, and Tiriana presented herself for the next orc, spreading her thigh and thrusting up her ass. The second orc got into position behind her. He pushed his cock into her and groaned, enjoying the squeeze of her cunt. He started thrusting away, closing his eyes and groaning some more. Tiriana was being driven wild with pleasure. She cried out, meeting his thrusts with her own. The second orc lasted no longer than the first and he dumped his cum into her pussy.

As soon as he was done, the next orc took his place. As he started pounding away into her slick, aching cunt, Tiriana cried out with ecstasy. He grunted loudly with each thrust but his grunts are largely drowned out by Tiriana’s loud moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. After a couple minutes, the orcs’ grunts grew loader and then he groaned as his cock began spurting his seed into her cunt.

As the fourth orc lined up and began fucking her, Tiriana cried out almost immediately as another orgasm rocked her small body. The orc cared not for her pleasure, wanting his own, as he grabbed her hair with one hand and her hip with the other and began thrusting away. He lasted no longer than any of the others and climaxed loudly.

It was now the final orc’s turn. He ordered Tiriana to turn around and suck him. She eagerly spun around, raised up on her knees and took his cock into her mouth. The orc closed his eyes, growing hard in only a few seconds as the young elf eagerly sucked and slurped away on his cock. She was quite skilled at the task. She pressed here tongue against the underside of the orc’s cock as she eagerly sucked, her head bobbing up and down, drool spilling down her chin. She took the whole cock into her mouth and down her throat without gagging and after only a minute, the orc grabbed her hair and pulls her head away, not wanting to climax in her mouth.

The orc pushed Tiriana onto her hands and knees and spun her around. A couple seconds later, Tiriana felt the orc’s cock slide between her ass cheeks and press against her anus. She moaned with anticipation, eager to be ass fucked. The orc pushed his cock into her ass and began thrusting. Tiriana was in such an aroused state that the feel of the cock pushing into her ass made her cum yet again. Her cunt gushed and she cried out in ecstasy as the orc began roughly fucking her ass. The orc groaned and started to piston his cock, driving it in and out of Tiriana’s ass, going deeper with each thrust. His hand still in her hair, the orc pushed her head down, pressing it into the floor as he pounded away. After only a couple minutes, the orc groaned loudly and dumped his seed into Tiriana’s bowels.

The orc pulled his softening cock from Tiriana’s gaping asshole and ordered her to clean it. She got on her knees and obeyed without hesitation, licking and sucking the cock clean. She did the same for the other four orcs. The orcs file out of the alcove, complimenting Sulegzu on the quality of his elf cunt.

Upstairs, Tiriana quickly bathed so she would be ready to serve more customers. Before she came downstairs, she masturbated, fingering herself until her cunt was slick with arousal once again. She wanted the orcs to see and smell what an aroused little slut she was. Tiriana hurried downstairs, eager to serve again. She was so happy that she would be spending the rest of her life as a tavern slut.

(The End of the Tale of Delsanra; to be continued in The Tale of Urzkhal...)

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