The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 2 – The New Slaves Are Put to Work

Lianthorn and Osonia squinted as they stared out the window. Their goats were bleating, in a panic about something. But it was the middle of the night and pitch black; the two elves could not make out anything outside. They lived out in a remote farm with their daughter, Phelorna. They had all been asleep until the bleating of the goats had awoken Lianthorn and Osonia.

They were no other homes for miles and so they assumed it was a wild animal bothering their livestock. “It is probably a fox or a wild cat,” Lianthorn mumbled. “I better go chase it off.” He went to the door and grabbed his axe that was hanging over it. Most wildcats or foxes would run as soon as the saw or smelled an elf, but Lianthorn had grabbed the axe just in case it was a particularly large or aggressive wildcat. Lianthorn opened the door and stepped outside, heading in the direction of the barn where the goats were bleating. Osonia watched from the window. Her husband did not get more an a few steps when suddenly, he froze in his tracks and cried out and fell down. He did not make another noise and he lay still. From the window, Osonia ‘s eyes widened in confusion and then horror. She had seen something in the dark move towards her husband but she had not been able to make out what it was. Could it have been a wildcat? They rarely attacked elves unless cornered. But as she squinted, she saw three figures moving through the dark. Whatever they were, they were walking upright on two feet. Could it be elves? But they seemed to be too short to be elves. Then she saw their red glowing eyes. Osonia jumped back from the window in shock.

An immediate thought ran through her mind. Goblins! The news of goblins and orcs attacking elven lands near the Great Forest had spread all throughout Elevosia. Everyone was terrified by the news. But Lianthorn and Osonia lived nowhere near the Great Forest.  Could goblins or orcs have possible travelled this deep into Elevosia?  But whatever these creatures were, her husband was in danger. Osonia ran to the door, intending to run out and help him. But then she froze. She had her daughter to think about. If she went out there, there would be no one inside to protect Phelorna. Osonia did not open the door and instead, she locked it. Then she checked the back door to confirm it was locked too. Her heart was pounding in her chest, from the fear for both her husband and her daughter.

“Mother, what was that noise? Where is father?” a voice called. Phelorna had awoken. She had been asleep in the back room of their small one-story house, but must have awoken from Lianthorn’s cry. Osonia rushed over to Phelorna and placed a finger on her own lip, signaling her to be quiet. She whispered as softly as she could. “Don’t make a noise. Something is out there.”

A second later, something tried to open the front door, and Osonia and Phelorna spun around and looked as the door handle was jiggled. Osonia had just locked the door and so it did not open, but something began jiggling it harder and pushing on the door. Phelorna stared at her mother, terror and confusion in her eyes. Then they heard a clicking noise. Someone was fidgeting with the lock, perhaps trying to pick it. Osonia grabbed Phelorna and pulled her into the back room. She went to a chest that was in the room and opened it, rummaging around and pulling out a sheathed dagger. Osonia unsheathed her weapon and moved near the doorway between the rooms, but staying to the side so that no one could her see if they came through the front door. “If I tell you to run, I want you run out the back door,” Osonia whispered to Phelorna. Her daughter was in her silk pajamas, as was Osonia. She suddenly wished they had on more clothing that provided more modesty, but before she could tell her daughter to slip something else on, the door lock disengaged with a click and the front door swung open. Phelorna’s eyes flashed with panic and she looked to her mother for reassurance. Osonia had no reassurance to provide. Her heart pounding in her chest, Osonia put her finger to her lips again. A raspy, high-pitched voice called out. “I smell elf cunt! Come out, come out, wherever you are, elf cunt!”

Osonia’s motherly instinct kicked in. She knew there was nowhere to hide in the home. She only had one option. “Run out the back door now!” Osonia whispered to her daughter and then she spun around and charged through the doorway to the front room, dagger raised, to attack whoever had entered her home.

In the dark, it was hard to make out what the figures were but she could see there was two of them and Osonia charged at the closest one. She heard the back door opening behind her and she prayed that Phelorna managed to get away. As Osonia reached the figures, her worst fears were confirmed. It was goblins! She tried to stab the closest one but he jumped aside. Osonia swung around and lunged at the other one. But the first one leapt at her and grabbed her from behind. Osonia screamed as she tried to swing the dagger behind her but the second goblin grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard. She cried out in pain and dropped the dagger as the goblins pushed her the ground. She heard the tear of fabric and then her nightgown was ripped from her body, leaving her naked. Osonia screamed in frustration as she was pinned to the floor. She heard more footsteps and 4 more goblins entered from the front door. One of the goblins pinning her down called out “I think there was another elf in here and it went out the back door!” Two of the goblins that had just entered ran to the back and out the back door. Osonia prayed that they did not find her daughter.

“Alright let’s fuck this one and then we can question her,” one of the goblins said. Osonia’s eyes widened in shock as she was pulled up onto her hands and knees and then a goblin grabbed her from behind. A second later, she felt its cock start to push inside her vagina and then with a hard thrust it drove himself fully into her. Osonia cried out in pain and dismay, but then her cries were cut off as another goblin suddenly rammed his cock into her mouth. Osonia knelt there on her hands and knees, tears streaming down her cheeks, in a state of complete shock, as she bounced back and forth between the two goblins thrusting into her from each end. The only thought on her mind was her prayer that her daughter managed to get away.

The goblins fucked her until they groaned and climaxed. Osonia felt the first goblin spurting his cum inside her womb and then a few seconds later she was forced to swallow the second goblin’s cum when it filled her mouth. She almost retched. When they finished, the other two goblins in the house took a turn. It only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity as Osonia was raped by the vile creatures. When they were done, they left the naked, sobbing elf on the floor. She opened her eyes and looked around. They had not yet dragged her daughter back. But the two goblins who had given chase had also not returned yet. Osonia prayed to the gods that the goblins did not find Phelorna and bring her back here.

One of the goblins looked down at Osonia, who was curled up and sobbing. “You have a nice, tight cunt? Was that your daughter that ran out the back? We will get her soon enough. I can’t wait to sample her, I bet her cunt is even tighter,” he sneered.

“Don’t you touch her!” Osonia snapped angrily.

The goblin smiled. “So, it was a daughter. Be happy you dod not have a son; we would just kill your son.  We shall have her soon enough.” He turned to the other goblins. “Send word to the others and let them know this is a good base of operations. Lots of goats in their barn to eat and a couple nice elf cunts to fuck.” He and one of the other goblins went over and sat at Osonia’s table. The other goblin unfurled a map and they started studying it and speaking in low voices.

Osonia prayed again that the goblins did not find her daughter.

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Renestrae was on her hands and knees, her eyes clamped shut, as an orc roughly took her from behind. She had spent several hours hung up on the orcs’ banner, as a symbol of their battle victory. She had quickly realized that it was a much better fate, comparatively. Down below her, her fellow elf maidens were being ravaged in a violent orgy as the orcs took vengeance on their fallen comrades. But eventually, Renestrae’s refuge on the banner came to an end. She was taken down and ravaged over and over like the others for the rest of the night.

It was now the next morning and the sun was beginning to rise. Many of the orcs had gone to sleep, and after the latest orc fucking Renestrae groaned and climaxed inside her, he left her laying limp on the ground, sobbing and drenched in cum from the dozens of orcs that had fucked her since her capture. But for the first time since she had been taken down from the orcs’ banners, there, was not another orc ready to take the place of the one that had finished. Renestrae lay there for several minutes, trying to recover mentally, emotionally, and physically, before she heard shouting. “Alright cunts, form a line!” an orc screamed and other orcs started walking around, slashing at the elves with whips, herding them. Renestrae was too weak and sore to stand, so she crawled to the line.

The captives were made to get on their knees and they were taught to kneel as slaves, sitting back on their heels, their legs wide open, their backs straight and their chest thrust out. As Renestrae rested her palms on her parted highs, she dropped her head in shame, which earned her a slash of the whip across her breasts. “Chin up but keep your eyes downcast,” the orc growled. Renestrae quickly corrected her posture.

After all of the new slaves were in position, an orc stepped up in front of them and began to explain what was expected of them: absolute obedience and complete submission. It was explained that they would spend the rest of their lives as slaves, sometimes doing hard labor for their masters and other times spreading their legs to present their holes to be fucked. Anything less than absolute obedience and complete submission would result in harsh punishment, or even their deaths. A few of the elves started to cry but Renestrae managed to just barely to hold it together.

The orc finished and another stepped up. He began to speak. “Cunts, my name is General Urzkhal,” he said. “I have been put in charge of getting this base camp fortified so that no more of your fellow elves try to take it again. You will all work hard on this task. If you meet your quotas, you will be fed and you will avoid the lash. You will even be permitted a few hours of sleep. If you do not meet your quotas, you will suffer the consequences and you will quickly learn how dreadful those consequences are.” He turned to one of the orcs. “Chain them up in sets of three to make it harder for them to try and flee and get them to work.” The orc nodded and then he and a handful of other slavers started setting up the new slaves to work.

Renestrae found herself chained at the ankles and her chains were linked to the ankle chains of two other of her fellow soldiers, elf maidens named Gaelira and Ciradyl. The three elves were escorted by orc along with a few dozen other elves into the forest. They were handed axes and commanded to start chopping down tree.

Chained to two other slaves, Renestrae knew that running away through the forest would be very difficult, even if she wasn’t so sore and exhausted. She glanced down at her axe. The fact that the orcs just handed them sharp axes revealed how little concerned the orcs were about the new slaves. But they were right. She knew she should no chance against the orcs. That had been made abundantly clear when she and the others were captured and all the males in their army had been slaughtered. A whip slashed into Renestrae’s back and she howled in pain. “Get to work cunts!” the orc with the whip snarled. Renestrae, Gaelira, and Ciradyl hurried over to a massive tree and began chopping at its base. Soon the three elves were exhausted and bathed in sweat as they chopped away. But the orcs kept them working hard with their whips.

Urzkhal watched the slaves working. He was planning to build walls and towers around their camp. There was not much stone to be found in the forest so wood would have to do. He turned to one of the slavers. “Keep them working hard. We need the walls up fast. The elves will soon learn of their defeat and we can expect more to come.”

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On the other side of the portal, in the Talmot forest, Zamnugg was overseeing as most of the elves in the fuck pit were being taken out, so they could be taken back through the portal into Elevosia and put in the fuck pit in the orcs’ camp there. Many were unable to walk, and they were dumped into piles on carts so that they could be wheeled through the portal.

The elves were driven by whip through the portal, and were led through the camp to the fuck pit in the center. One by one, the slaves were unchained and tossed into the pit, into the waiting arms of orcs down below. Urzkhal stared down in the pit. Already, orcs were climbing down in the pit to use the slaves, since the newly-captured slaves had all been put to work. Normally Urzkhal would have allowed the orcs to take slaves away from their labor to fuck them. Fucking a slave and then whipping her for not meeting her quota because she was too busy being fucked was a good way to drive home for a slave how helpless she was. But fortifying the camp was too important and the slaves had to be worked hard and without distraction.  But they would have the fuck pit to fulfill the orcs’ carnal needs.

The fuck pit had been re-filled with about 300 elves. It was a large pit but they would not be able to fit many more in it without expanding the pit. But there were only a few thousand orcs in the camp at the moment; 300 elves would be more than enough for now.

Zamnugg returned through the portal. It was time to fetch the dozen runaways who were being punished. They were still chained up in the row of whipping posts. All 12 had been whipped savagely, almost nonstop. They were covered in welts and cuts and blood. Most were unconscious or barely unconscious. But buckets of water were thrown on them to wake them up.

A few started begging and pleading. “Please, Master, we will be good little sluts in the fuck pit, please send us back to the pit. You do not have to punish us anymore!” Deulara wailed.

“You are all runaways. You are not worthy of our fuck pit,” Zamnugg snarled. He stepped over to Deulara and thrust is hand between her legs, pushing a couple fingers inside her sex. He swirled them around for a couple sends and then pulled them out, inspecting them and then holding them out for the elves to see. “Your cunt is barely wet. No orc wants to fuck such a dry elf cunt!” he snapped.

“Master, I am not aroused when I am being whipped but I will be a good little slut with a wet cunt in the fuck pit!” she whimpered.

“We shall see,” Zamnugg replied. “I am going to come back here in ten minutes. The elf with the wettest cunt gets to go back to the fuck pit. The rest will continue their punishment for another few days.” He stepped away. The 12 elf maidens had their hands chained above their heads and could not pleasure themselves using their hands. All they could do was rub their thighs together and think erotic thoughts as they desperately tried to get themselves aroused and wet for when Zamnugg returned.  Each of them was desperate to end up back in the fuck pit so that their savage whipping would end.

Tilvial closed her eyes and tried to get herself aroused. But she was in so much pain, it was impossible. Almost every part of her body had been whipped and stung fiercely. She was thirsty and hungry. She was exhausted. She was devastated to be back in the clutches of the orcs and terrified about what was in store for her. Arousal was the last thing on her mind. Tilvial tried to think of making love to her husband. But that only brought tears. Her husband was probably dead now, killed by these vile orcs. Even if he was not, Tilvial knew that she would never see him again. The memories of her husband were too painful. Her cheeks burning with shame, she tried to think of something else that might arouse her, and the only thing that came to mind was being fucked from behind by an orc. But she was desperate and so she focused on that.

After 10 minutes, Zamnugg returned. He moved down the line, thrusting his fingers into the cunt of each elf. A few had managed to get themselves quite wet but when he finished inspecting each one, Zamnugg growled, “None of you have sufficiently wet cunts. None of you have earned your way back to the fuck pit.” In truth, none of them would have been selected, regardless of how wet their cuts were. Regardless, all of them would be forced to suffer more punishment. Zamnugg had just used the competition as a means of breaking them down further.

Zamnugg was not done toying with the runaways. He decided he would continue tormenting Tilvial, as the most recent capture. Zamnugg unchained her wrists and she collapsed to the ground. “You slave, cuck my cock. If you can show me what a good slut you are, I will spare all of you here your next whipping.”

Tilvial was desperate to avoid another lashing. She quickly crawled up onto her knees. Zamnugg dropped his pants and pulled out his already fully-erect cock. Tilvial leaned forward and lowered her head, sliding the orc’s cock into her mouth. She went to work, her head bobbing up and down, sucking as she used her tongue to tease the underside of his shaft.

Zamnugg groaned, enjoying the heat, suction, and wetness of the elf maiden’s mouth and the teasing caresses of her tongue. Zamnugg closed his eyes as Tilvial began gliding her lips up and down his cock and began sucking harder. She was able to get him fully into her mouth, not even gagging as his cock pushed into the back of her throat. The sound of her sucking and slurping away mixed with the sounds of Zamnugg’s groans and grunts. The other elves all watched, praying that she did a good enough job so that they would avoid their next lashing.

Tilvial began sucking harder, gliding her tongue up and down the shaft. Drool spilled down her chin onto her tits. She let his cock begin to twitch and a second later, Zamnugg groaned loudly as he climaxed, his cock spurting and filling Tilvial’s mouth with cum. She quickly swallowed it all.

It had been a superb blowjob. But Zamnugg had just been toying with her and the other slaves. The greatest blowjob in the world would not have spared her and the others from a whipping. “Not good enough,” he snapped. He grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up, chaining her wrists back to the whipping post. He whistled, signaling to the orcs that the slaves were due another whipping. They hurried over, whips in hand. As Zamnugg departed, the sounds of leather striking flesh and pained screams once again filled the air.

Zamnugg would let the orcs punish the runaways for a while before they too would be transported through the portal.

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Urzkhal sat on the edge of the war camp with Grimnor. Grimnor had suggested he try out Miriella and she was on her knees in front of Urzkhal, working his cock with her mouth.

Miriella was every bit as skilled at it as Grimnor had promised. The former elf princess had been transformed into the perfect slave. “We have the new slaves working hard,” Urzkhal told Grimnor. “The entire camp will be walled and we will have towers every 20 yards. It will make defending the portal much easier.”

“Good,” said Grimnor. “Many of the clans will be all be arriving soon. Then the real invasion can begin.” He looked to Miriella. “It was this slut’s former kingdom that attacked us. I will sack their kingdom first. Soon your mother and sisters will be joining you on your knees, slut.”

Miriella pulled her lips away from Urzkhal’s cock. “I cannot wait until they too learn the joys of slavery, Master,” she replied to Grimnor, and then she dropped her head again and took Urzkhal’s cock back into her mouth again and began sucking and slurping away.

“We just need to figure out how to neutralize their cavalry. I will focus on that soon, now that I have the slaves working on the fort,” Urzkhal said before he groaned and climaxed in Miriella’s mouth.

As Miriella was licking him clean, an orc called out “Chieftain, general, I have a dozen more slaves. These are the runaways and are still in the middle of their punishment.” Grimnor and Urzkhal turned to see Zamnugg approaching with a coffle of 12 badly beaten and bleeding elf slaves. “I recommend we continue their punishment. Seeing them being harshly punished will be a good lesson for the new slaves, so none of them try to run away,” he said.

Urzkhal rose to his feet. “Bring them,” he said and he started walking through the camp until he reached the center. Beside the fuck pit was a ring of 15 pillories, all facing each other in a circle. “Lock them in there so they are available to be fucked and whipped. I will let the warriors in the camp know that they are runaways and that anyone that wants to fuck them should whip them first. I am sure our warriors will be happy to help.”

“A splendid idea, General,” Zamnugg replied. One by one, Zamnugg and Urzkhal locked the dozen elf maidens into pillories. Each was forced to bend over with her ass jutting out as her neck and wrists were secured into the slots of the pillory. They were in the perfect position to be fucked, and to have their asses and backs whipped.

Urzkhal stepped up to one of the slaves, a young blonde. “What is your name slut?” he asked her.

“Keya,” Master, she replied fearfully.

“And you thought it was wise to try and run away?” Urzkhal growled.

“It was a foolish mistake, Master!” Keya sobbed.

“Yes, it was, slut,” Urzkhal growled. He took his whip from his belt and raised his arm then brought the whip down hard across Keya’s ass. She howled in pain. Urzkhal whipped her over and over. Across from Keya in the circle, Deulara was forced to watch as her sister was savagely whipped. She was overcome with guilt. It had been Deulara’s idea to try and run during the chaos of the evacuation from Elevosia through the portal. And now Keya was paying a terrible price for Deulara’s decision.

Urzkhal whipped Keya until his arm grew tired. It gave his cock enough time to recover from Miriella’s blowjob. He dropped his pants and stepped behind Keya. He spread her ass cheeks and roughly pushed his cock into her ass. Soon he was thrusting away. Every time his hips slammed into Keya’s tender whipped ass  cheeks she wailed. The hard slaps of his body against her tender, whipped ass hurt more than the actual ass fucking.

Urzkhal did not take joy in hurting slaves. It rarely bothered him to hurt a slave, but he took no sadistic pleasure in it. But lessons had to be taught and examples made. They needed to ensure the elf maidens understood what they were now and that attempts at fleeing would not be tolerated.

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Renestrae, Gaelira, and Ciradyl returned to the camp, carrying wood they had chopped down. They saw the ring of slaves in the pillories. All 12 were being savagely whipped or roughly fucked. “Those cunts tried to escape. Make sure you never try the same, because you will be caught and you will end up like them,” an orc growled at them. The lesson was well received by all three slaves.

(End of Part 2, to be continued...)

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