The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 1 – The Aftermath

Tilvial stumbled along, trying to keep up with the orc dragging her leash. She did not move fast enough, and the orc behind her slashed at her back with his whip. She wailed in pain. Her back and ass were on fire, and she could feel blood oozing down her back, ass, and thighs. The blood mixed with the orc cum that flown from her lower orifices. Any time the orcs stopped to break, they roughly ravaged her. And then whipped her some more. The orcs had whipped her savagely when she was captured and whipped her almost nonstop since. They had told her she would be punished severely for trying to escape and that what she was suffering now was only a preview of what she could get later. The orcs were making sure that Tilvial understood that there were consequences for runaway slaves.

It had been two days since Tilvial had escaped with Avshera and Jastira. And she had been recaptured less than a day after that, and she had been made to regret dearly her brief period of freedom. She wondered what had happened to Avshera and Jastira. She prayed they both had managed to escape. She prayed they were not suffering the same consequences that she was now suffering.

Crying from the fiery agony that burned across her entire back and ass and because she was terrified about what was in store for her, Tilvial did her best to keep walking as the orcs hurried her along

Tilvial thought back on her old life. She had once been an apothecarist in Olfe Serine, making and selling medicines for the village. She had a good life and a loving husband. They had planned to have children. But now her husband was almost certainly dead. And she was a slave. Completely helpless and at the mercy of these orcs, and with no rights, not even autonomy over her own body. To be whipped or fucked at the orcs’ whim. And soon enough she would be back in the dreaded fuck pit. Assuming she survived whatever punishment was in store for her.

Finally, they arrived back at the temple in the woods. She saw the portal and there were a number of orcs standing around it. The chaos that had surrounded the portal when she had fled seemed to have dissipated. Tilvial did not see any elves. When they had been evacuated through the portal, the slaves had been herded to an area near the temple. But now, those elf maidens were nowhere to be seen.

The orcs took Tilvial through a gate into the temple. As she traversed through it, she wondered who had built the temple. Was it the orcs? Or perhaps the humans of this world? Her thoughts were interrupted when the whip slashed painfully into her ass. “Hurry it up, cunt!” the orc behind her growled.

Tilvial was taken to a courtyard in the center of the temple. And in the center of the courtyard was a large pit. Tilvial’s eyes widened. They had a fuck pit on this side of the portal too. The orcs brought her to the edge of the pit and Tilvial began to sob. The thought of going back into a fuck pit was unbearable. The orc pointed down into the pit. “This is where all your elf friends are until we can take you back to the fuck pit in your world,” he growled. “But you and the other cunts that tried to escape won’t be tossed in here yet. We have something else in store for you, and when we are done, you will beg to be tossed into the pit again.”

The orc yanked Tilvial away from the edge of the pit and took her to the other side of the court yard. Lined up was a row of whipping posts, and about a dozen elf maidens had been chained up in the posts. Tilvial’s lip trembled when she saw the state they were in. All were covered in blood and cuts and welts from what had clearly been savage whippings. A few were hanging limp from their wrists that were chained up in the posts, too weak too even stand. Many of them were crying. Tilvial recognized a few of the elves from the fuck pit, including the young sisters Deulara and Keya. Like Tilvial and Jastira, they had originally been thrown in the fuck pit on the Aegor-side of the portal, but had then been moved to the Elevosia-side fuck pit after it was constructed.  It appeared they too had tried to escape during the chaos of the elf attack near the portal.  And they too were reaping the consequences for their attempt.  Both looked to be barely conscious. Their breasts, bellies, thighs, backs, and asses had been painted red from the sever lashings they had received.

Tilvial was chained up on the end, at the first available post. The orc that had brought here there called out. “We have a freshly-captured runaway here, a perfect time to give them all a fresh whipping!” A few of the elf maidens started moaning, others started sobbing, and a couple started pleading to be spared, dread in their trembling voices. Tilvial watched as a line of orcs approached them, a couple dozen in number, all brandishing whips. The orcs quickly encircled the row of elves. There were enough orcs that there were two per elf maiden and one orc lined up behind Tilvial and the other lined up in front of her.

One of the orcs stepped forward. “As the whip slices into your flesh, remember well the pain for the next time you are thinking about trying to escape.” He then raised his whip, as did the other orcs. A second late the orcs began savagely whipping the elves. Tilvial screamed in pain and thrashed wildly against the chains holding her to the post as whips struck her from the front and back. All of the other elf maidens joined her in the chorus of screams as they were all savagely whipped. Tilvial immediately realized the orc was right. The fuck pout was so much better than this! She wished she had never tried to escape. She wished she was back in the fuck pit rather than suffering this harsh punishment.

………………..

The orcs that had captured Tilvial retired to the fuck pit to fuck some slaves. Except one of the orcs, Zamnugg, who had been summoned to go through the portal. Zamnugg was an officer and had been put in charge of the orcs tasked with retrieving the runaways.

As he moved towards the portal, Zamnugg wondered what he would find on the other side. A couple days prior, it had been pure chaos as the orcs fought the advancing elves, trying to hold the portal. When he had returned with Tilvial, he had been told that “the fighting was over,” but that was all he was told. He wondered what he was about to face on the other side. He stopped through the portal in a flash of blue light. As soon as he stepped through, he saw the carnage all around him. There were hundreds of bodies everywhere, both elf and orc. However, it appeared the orcs had won. The only living elves were females that were being stripped and bound. And some male elves who were lying half dead and were being finished off by orcs, who walked through the carnage and stabbed any male elf that was still moving. But despite their apparent victory, the battle had clearly taken its toll. It looked like there were hundreds of dead orcs. It was a grisly scene, and Zamnugg watched, pleased as the orcs exacted retribution on any surviving elves. He watched as an orc stabbed an injured male elf with a spear through the throat, killing him. Nearby a female elf was sobbing as the last of her clothing was stripped and her wrists were bound behind her back by an orc. Once she was fully stripped and bound, the orc hauled her up and led her away, taking her to an area where the orcs had gathered all their elf maiden captives. They would all make fine slaves.

The orcs moving through the elf bodies to kill any surviving males and strip and bind the females were not the only orcs moving about. Other orcs were tended to their own wounded. And some were beginning the process of collecting the dead so that their bodies could be burned in funeral pyres, consistent with orc ritual and tradition.

“Zamnugg,” a voice called, and Zamnugg turned to see another orc, Raknumm. “Come, the War Chieftain wants an update on the situation on the other side of the portal.” Raknumm led Zamnugg to Grimnor. Grimnor Longtooth was sitting on the ground, a few hundred yards away from the portal on the edge of the orcs’ camp. He was covered in blood, much of which appeared to be his own. His shoulder, arm, and chest were heavily bandaged and the bandages were stained red. There were smaller stab wounds and cuts on his torso. The elf slave Miriella was kneeling beside him and had a bucket of soapy water and a sponge and she was cleaning his other wounds.

Miriella was not the only elf slave cleaning the wounds of orcs.  A small handful of other elf slaves were among the orcs with buckets of water.  These were other elf maidens that had been captured early, most by the Jorshah humans before the orcs had taken the portal.  They were fully broken and conditioned, and most were exquisitely beautiful, which had spared them from being tossed in a fuck pit, labor camp, or slave brothel.  They had been taken with Grimnor to serve him and other high-ranking orcs at the war camp.

When Raknumm and Zamnugg approached, Grimnor waived Miriella off and she crawled back a few feet and knelt, waiting for any further commands from Grimnor. “Greetings, Masters,” she said softly to Zamnugg and Raknumm, but they ignored her. Their focus was on Grimnor.

“I see we defeated the elves, Chieftain,” Zamnugg said.

“Aye, but at a tremendous cost,” Grimnor said grimly. “We suffered heavy losses. The elves’ use of horses and a cavalry was devastating. Thankfully in the thick forest, they could not ride easily in formation and they lost their advantage, so we eventually won.” He turned and glanced at the carnage. “Damn Xorakk for disregarding my instructions,” he snarled. “If he had fortified this area and built a fortress around the portal like I had commanded him, we would have easily held the elves back! And then he went off and got the bulk of our forces here killed with his foolishness!” He turned back to Zamnugg. “I heard that a bunch of the elf cunts tried to escape once they were taken through the portal? Have they been found?”

“Most have been chieftain. Approximately four dozen fled. Most were captured right away and didn’t even make it a few hundred yards but about 20 or 25 slipped away. We captured a dozen of those and they are being severely punished. We are still looking for the others. At least two were taken by tentacle beasts though, so they are lost.”

Grimnor nodded. “Good work on collecting the runaway cunts. Tomorrow morning, bring all the elf slaves and any human slaves we still have at the temple and take them all through the portal so we can put then to work. I want to get this place secured and fortified to protect us against another elf attack. I am sure they will send another wave soon enough.”

“Yes Chieftain, right away,” Zamnugg replied and Grimnor dismissed him and Raknumm. As Raknumm and Zamnugg departed, Urzkhal approached Grimnor. “We have killed or captured most of the surviving elves. A bunch retreated but we are pursing them. We should get most that were on foot, but the ones on horses will likely get away. We are still counting the dead, but it looks like we have around 1500 dead. The elves have 2000 dead and 300 elf cunts captured.”

Grimnor nodded. “Did we capture any horses?” he asked.

Urzkhal shook his head. “No, at least none that are usable. Only some injured ones that are of no use to us other than as meat.”

Grimnor frowned and cursed under his breath, and nodded again. “We need to come up with a way to counter their cavalry.”

Urzkhal nodded in agreement. “Would you like me to focus on that?”

“I have a lot of tasks for you,” Grimnor replied. “Xorakk is believed to be dead and if he is not, I will kill him myself when he returns. You did a good job here holding off the elves until we arrived. And had you not sent word to me warning me of Xorakk’s foolishness, then I would not have arrived in time with reinforcements and the portal would have likely been overrun by the elves. It is clear to me that we would have been bettered served if I had put you in charge here rather than Xorakk. Your intelligence, leadership, and tactical prowess will be much needed as we work to recover from this setback and relaunch our invasion. I am promoting you to general.”

“I will not let you down, Chieftain,” Urzkhal replied, excitement in his voice. He was eager to prove himself to the war chieftain.

“I am having the slaves brought through the portal tomorrow. I want you to focus on getting a fort built around the portal with walls, to protect it. And start thinking of what we can do to counter their cavalry. But that can wait until tomorrow. Today we take care of our injured and dead, and process these news slaves and then give them their brutal introduction to slavery.”

“Yes sir,” Urzkhal replied. Grimnor dismissed him and he snapped his finger at Miriella. She hurried over and began to wash his wounds again. When she was finished, he had her tend to his cock. Soon she was straddling him and bouncing up and down, riding Grimnor’s cock like the good slut that she was. Her gasps and moans filled the air, but they were soon drowned out by the pained screams of the captured elf maidens, who were now being branded. Their lives as slaves was just beginning.

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Renestrae wailed in dismay as the orc held her down on the dirt and climbed on top of her, forcing himself between her thighs. She was one of the captured warriors from Argothrond. The last few hours had been quite traumatic for the young elf. She could not believe how quickly the tables had turned. Things had gone so well to start. They had destroyed the orc army at Olfe Serine, killing hundreds and capturing dozens. And then the elves had pushed into the Great Forest, intent on destroying the orc threat and rescuing the hundreds of elf maidens they had taken as slaves.

In the Great Forest, the elves had pushed back the orcs to their portal and thought they were on the cusp of victory. But then hundreds of orcs had poured through the portal to engage the elves and the tide had turned. It had turned into a slaughter. Renestrae had watched as hundreds upon hundreds of her fellow soldiers, most of them male, were slaughtered and the females were captured. And then she had tried to retreat but had been quickly run down and captured. She found herself stripped and bound and roughly herded with the other captives. Suddenly the excitement that she was going to rescue her fellow elf maidens from the clutches of these terrible orcs and at terrible life of slavery had turned to terror and dread, when she realized that she was going to be enslaved.

And then the real trauma had begun. One by one, the elf maidens were branded and collared. Even hours later, Renestrae’s thigh was still burning in searing pain from the hot iron that had been pressed into her flesh. Then the orcs had roughly questioned the elf maidens, identifying which ones were senior officers. Those elves had been dragged through the orcs’ portal to be interrogated in their world. Renestrae herself was an officer, but a relatively junior one. She had almost been selected for interrogation but the orcs decided at the last minute to keep her here. She had watched as many of her friends who were more senior officers were dragged off. She knew they were likely to be tortured.

Renestrae had avoided the torture but quickly learned she had not avoided abuse. For the orcs then seized the rest of the captives to give them their first “slave rapes.” The orcs would celebrate their victory and avenge their fallen comrades by ravaging all of the captives. 

 Renestrae shook her head and wailed again as the orc settled on top of her. She felt his cock pressing against the entrance of her sex and then suddenly, he thrusted forward and she felt the sharp pain of his cock spearing her. The orc grunted as he began thrusting; the first few thrusts were slow but he quickened his pace until he was driving his cock in and out of her at a rapid pace. Renestrae wailed and threw her head back and forth, in pain and disgust at what was being done to her. She learned that orcs had very large cocks and this orc’s cock painfully stretched her pussy and each hard thrust sent jolts of pain through her groin. She realized that she would spend the rest of her life like this unless she was somehow rescued. It dawned on her that the male elves that had been killed had likely suffered a better fate than the females.  Their pain and suffering was over.  Hers was just beginning.

The orc thrusted away for a few minutes until he groaned and stiffened up and then Renestrae felt his cum bathing the walls of her pussy. As he pulled his cock from her ravaged pussy and rolled off her body, she felt his cum oozing down the insides of her thighs. She had never felt so ashamed and disgusted in her life. But she was relieved her ordeal was over. Until she learned it was not. There were way more orcs than captives. And the next orc was ready for his turn. He climbed on top of her and Renestrae wailed as his cock was forced into her sore, swollen pussy. The orc pounded away without mercy and as soon as he dumped his seed into her, he was replaced by another. Then another. And another. Over and over, Renestrae was ravaged. And not just her vagina but her ass as well.

Renestrae had begged and pleaded for the orcs to stop until one had tired of her pleading and had gagged her. Then all she could do was whimper and cry through her gag as she was continuously ravaged. She did not know how she would survive another minute of this, let alone the remaining centuries of her natural life, if she were not rescued and lived that long.

It was many hours later before the ravishment finally ended. The sun had set. An orc grabbed Renestrae by the hair and pulled her up. However, she was too exhausted and sore to stand or walk and so instead, the orc just began dragging her across the ground by her hair. He took her over to another orc. Renestrae looked through her tear-blurred eyes at the orc, who was being serviced orally by an elf. She thought at first it was one of her fellow captives, but then to her shock she realized it was Princess Miriella. It was her disappearance that had sparked the events that had led Renestrae here. And from the look of it, Princess Miriella was quite enthusiastic and happy as she slurped away at the orc’s cock. Renestrae could not believe her eyes.

“War Chieftain, this is the most senior officer remaining from their army that is not being interrogated,” the orc holding Renestrae’s hair announced.

Grimnor looked Renestrae up and down. “Plain brown hair and her tits aren’t very big,” he remarked.

“True but her ass and cunt feel really good around orc cock,” the orc holding her crudely replied.

“Good, I look forward to sampling it later,” Grimnor said. “Well, if she is the most senior then string her up on our banners,” he ordered. The orc nodded and dragged Renestrae off.

The orc took Renestrae over to a large orc banner that had been staked into the ground. The orc used metal cuffs and chained her to the posts of the banner so that her body was displayed spread eagle in front of the orcs’ flag. When the orcs saw that she was being displayed they raised their fists and roared.

Displaying a nude captive like this was a symbol of victory. And for the orcs, it was a hard-fought victory. They had not faced such a challenge for many years.

Renestrae dropped her head in shame. Her whole body was in pain, particularly her branded thigh and her tender, swollen cunt and ass, which felt like they were on fire. She was covered in dirt and blood and orc cum, and orc cum was flowing down her chafed thighs. She had never felt lower in her life. Renestrae closed her eyes and prayed to the gods that they might deliver her from this hell.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)

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