The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 3 – The Arrival of Kordoth

Phelorna ran through the field in the pitch black. She was terrified for her mother and father back on their farm but her mother had told her to run, and so she had. She was heading east, hoping she might reach the neighbors’ house so that she could get help for her parents. She saw the neighbors’ home in the distance. She did not have much further to go. She was almost to safety, almost to help for her mother and father.

Then suddenly something struck her hard on the head. She let out a soft grunt and then crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The two goblins had caught up to Phelorna. They stared down at her unconscious form. “This one is nice and skinny. I bet she has a tight cunt,” the first goblin Prebneegz remarked. The other goblin, Geetnirt, eagerly nodded. He began to tear off Phelorna’s nightgown, leaving her in only her underclothes.

Soon, the goblins ripped away Phelorna’s underclothes as well. Geetnirt pushed her thighs apart and inserted a finger into her sex. “This one is a virgin!” he exclaimed excitedly. The goblins decided to fix that. Geetnirt pushed her thighs apart further and then climbed on top of the unconscious elf. He lined up his cock against the entrance of her sex and thrust forward, driving through her hymen, and then began thrusting away. Phelorna would wake up to find her virginity viciously stolen from her, and her innocence with it.

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It was the next morning and Osonia was being made to serve the four goblins that had invaded her home. They called themselves Mudnose, Nob, Ucherg, and Toadbrain. Osonia had been stripped naked and the goblins had locked a collar around her neck. They had told her she would have to wait until they took her back to the orcs’ camp to be branded. The goblins had demanded breakfast, and Osonia had made them a breakfast of eggs and warmed bread. She was now pouring them some wine. As she poured the last cup, Toadbrain reached out and grabbed her breast, giving it a squeeze. “You have some nice tits on you, slave,” he remarked.

Osonia lowered her gaze and said nothing. She wanted to curse at the goblin but she had already been beaten once, when she had pleaded to be allowed to check on her husband. The goblins coldly informed her that he was dead and when she had started sobbing, the goblins had beaten her, telling her they didn’t want a whiny slave.

Toadbrain snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her over. He pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. Osonia started trembling, and a tear slid down her cheek. She knew she was about to be violated yet again. Toadbrain noticed her reaction. “You are going to have to get used to getting fucked by goblins and orcs, and get used to it fast,” he growled. “Because that will be your main purpose in life, for the rest of your life.” He reached down, grabbing his cock and positioning at the entrance of her sex. “Ride me, slut,” he growled. Closing her eyes as more tears slide down her face, Osonia pushed herself down so that the goblin’s cock slid up inside her. She began rolling her hips and then bouncing up and down, riding the goblin as commanded.

Osonia rode Toadbrain for several minutes until he groaned and climaxed. Osonia was ordered to climb off the goblin’s lap and to lick his cock clean. She reluctantly complied, trying not to lurch as she licked the goblin’s cum and her fluids off of his softening shaft.

As she was finishing up, the front door opened and Prebneegz and Geetnirt filed inside. “We found the other elf cunt,” Prebneegz announced and he yanked a leash. Osonia watched, horrified, as her daughter was pulled into the house. Phelorna had been stripped naked and her thighs with smeared with her virginal blood and orc cum. Osonia wailed and tried to run to her daughter but Nob grabbed her hair and roughly wrenched her to the ground. “You better start behaving or I will whip your cunt daughter!” the goblin snarled.

“I… I am sorry, Master,” Osonia whimpered. She closed her eyes, her helplessness to protect her daughter overwhelming her.

“How is her cunt?” Ucherg asked.

“Very tight!” Geetnirt replied excitedly, and Osonia choked back another sob.

“Shall we all fuck her?” Mudnose asked. Osonia’s eyes flew open. She looked frantically between the sox goblins. “No! Please Masters, I beg you to spare her! Fuck me instead! Please!”

The goblins smiled and looked to each other and then Ucherg crouched down in front of Osonia. “If you fuck us all real good, we won’t fuck your daughter now,” he said. Her cheeks reddening, Osonia nodded in agreement. As ashamed as she was to willingly fuck these goblins, she would do anything to protect her daughter from being violated further by them.

Ucherg lay down on the floor. His cock was already erect and pointed up at the ceiling. Lifting up his head to look at Osonia, he pointed to his cock. “Mount my cock,” he ordered. Staring at the cock, trying to suppress her revulsion, Osonia crawled over and straddled the goblin, positioning herself over his cock. Grabbing his cock to hold it in place, she guided herself down until it pushed fully inside her. She had just had sex, and her pussy was wet enough from her own juices and from Toadbrain’s cum that his cock slide inside her without much difficulty.

Ucherg grunted in pleasure and reached up and began to roughly grope her breasts. She winced but then her attention was on her daughter as Mudnose stepped over to her. He thrust his hand between Phelorna’s thighs and pushed a pair of his fingers into her vagina, earning a frightened squeal from Phelorna and a dismayed wail from Osonia. Ucherg reached up and slapped Osonia hard across the cheek to silence her. Mudnose began fingering the now-sobbing Phelorna, but he stopped after a minute and pulled his fingers from her. He inspected them; they were thoroughly coated with the cum of Prebneegz and Geetnirt.

Mudnose circled back to Osonia and positioned behind her. She felt his hands roughly grab her ass and then spread her ass cheeks. A moment later she felt his finger rubbing her asshole and then push inside. She realized he was using the cum he had collected from her daughter’s vagina to lubricate her back passage. After Mudnose thrust and swirled his fingers around in Osonia’s ass for a few seconds, he withdrew them. A second later, Osonia felt his cock pressing against her anus. She grunted in pain as he began to force it into her ass.

It was the first time Osonia had anything forced into her ass and she groaned again in discomfort as the cock painfully stretched her ass. With the cock also shoved in her pussy, the pressure in both holes was immense. As she tried to adjust to the discomfort, Nob stepped forward and stood over Ucherg so that his erect cock was in front of Osonia’s face. “Open your mouth, slave,” he ordered. Humiliated, Osonia opened her lips and the Nob grabbed the back of her head and thrust forward, plunging his cock into her mouth and throat. Osonia gagged and her eyes began watering, but she did her best to wrap her lips around the cock. She knew she had to pleasure the goblins to protect her daughter. But she had never felt more ashamed and humiliated. All three of her holes had been stuffed by the cocks of these repulsive goblins.

The three goblins all began thrusting at once, hard and fast. Osonia whimpered in discomfort as goblin cocks pistoned in and out of her pussy, ass, and throat in a steady rhythm. Her pussy was roughly pounded from below as the cock painfully reamed her ass from behind. And she gaged and lurched each time the goblin’s cock drove into her throat.

Prebneegz grabbed Phelorna’s chin and turned her head so she had to watch. “This will be you soon enough, little slave,” he said in her ear. “And soon you will crave this, just like your mother will.” Phelorna watched in horror, as it sunk in that she too would soon suffer this vile degradation and so many others.

At the moment, Osonia did not notice her daughter. All her focus was on the goblins roughly pounding her holes. The room was filled with the goblins’ grunts of pleasure, Osonia’s grunts and whimpers of discomfort, her gagging, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Osonia lay there limp, bouncing between the three goblins thrusting into her until finally, Mudnose groaned and climaxed, filling her bowels with his cum. A minute later, Ucherg groaned and flooded her cunt with his cum. And then only a few seconds later, Nob filled her mouth and throat with his cum, forcing her to swallow it all. The goblins pulled out of Osonia’s swollen, sore orifices and left her in a limp, sweaty pile on the floor. Cum leaked from her pussy and gaping asshole onto her thighs and pooled onto the floor.

“Now our turn,” Prebneegz announced. Osonia moaned in dismay as Prebneegz, Geetnirt, Toadbrain stepped over to her. A minute later Osonia was once again whimpering and moaning as all three of her holes were reamed by a new set of goblin cocks. Phelorna watched in horror.

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Urzkhal was watching as the slaves were worked hard. Many were being used to cut down trees and others were using the lumber to construct a wall around the camp, under the close supervision of the orcs and a handful of goblins who had more engineering knowledge than the orcs.

An orc stepped up to the Urzkhal. “General, do you know where the war chieftain is?” he asked.

“He is off fucking Miriella,” Urzkhal replied. “Why?”

“The Dread Tusk Clan has arrived through the portal and their chieftain wishes to speak with Grimnor,” the orc replied.

“I will see Kordoth ,” Urzkhal replied and he hurried in the direction of the portal to receive the Dread Tusk Clan chief. Its chief was an orc named Kordoth Tuskthunder. The Dread Tusk Clan was one of the most powerful orc clans in the orc realm, making Kordoth one of the most powerful orcs in all of the horde. He was a member of the Council of the Horde and years ago, had been one of the orcs to push for Grimnor to be elected, mainly because Kordoth preferred Grimnor to another leading contender, Orgzul Stoutbeast of the Ear Ripper Clan. But in later years, he had never been one of the strongest supports of Grimnor. Kordoth’s only true loyalty was to Kordoth, Grimnor had told Urzkhal once.

Urzkhal met Kordoth near the portal and they clasped arms in greeting. “Congratulations on your promotions, Urzkhal. I hope you will do a better job than Xorakk,” Kordoth said, in a flat tone. “Where is the War Chieftain, I wish to speak with him.”

“Follow me,” Urzkhal said. “He is off in the forest somewhere; I am sure we can find him.”

The two orcs exited the camp and it did not take them long to find Grimnor, as Miriella’s loud moans echoed through the forest. They found Grimnor with Miriella pressed against a tree as he roughly fucked her.

However, when Grimnor saw Kordoth, he stopped thrusting. He pulled up his pants and waved Miriella off and she reluctantly returned to the camp.

“Kordoth, you have arrived,” Grimnor said. “Your orcs will be very valuable as we prepare the full invasion.”

“Yes, I have arrived, and I must say,  the news I have heard is disturbing,” Kordoth said coldly. “How many orcs did we lose due to Xorakk’s foolishness.”

“A lot. Too many. Over a thousand orcs,” Grimnor replied grimly. “But I am here now and more reinforcements will be arriving soon. Xorakk’s mistakes are being corrected,” Grimnor replied.

“Perhaps the biggest mistake was by you in selecting Xorakk to lead the initial excursion into this world,” Kordoth said.

Grimnor frowned. “Have you come here to lecture me or to join in the invasion of this world?” he growled.

“I would never lecture you, but if I am going to send my orcs off to battle, I want to make sure the course of this war has been corrected,” Kordoth replied. “And if the entire horde is going to mount an invasion of this world, we better make sure we do not make more grave errors like have already been made.”

Grimnor rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. “If you are questioning my leadership and think there needs to be a change, then you know what must be done,” Grimnor replied. “Challenge me, and we can settle this right now.”

Kordoth stared down Grimnor and placed his hand on the hilt of his own sword. Urzkhal looked between the two orcs nervously. Once a war chieftain was elected by the Council, he led the orcs until he died or stepped down. And the only way to remove him early was by a challenge, in which the challenger dueled the war chief, to the death.

“That is not necessary,” Kordoth replied flatly. “I am not here seeking to challenge you. But the Council of the Horde deserves to be apprised of the situation so that we can be assured that we are on the right path.”

“Well, I have already called the all of the clans to join in the invasion. I am happy to apprise all of the Council of my decisions in the coming months when they arrive,” Grimnor said.

“Aye, well I have called for a meeting of the Council, here in Elevosia, so they will be here even sooner. Messengers are being sent now to all the clans. I look forward to hearing your strategy.” Kordoth said.

The two orcs glared at each other for moment before Grimnor spoke. “Very well. In the meantime, please go enjoy some of the slaves in the fuck pit. Or go seek out the slave I was just fucking. She is a former elf princess, and you have never felt a tighter, wetter cunt than hers.”

“Thank you, War Chieftain. Perhaps I will. My clan is already sampling the elf cunt in the fuck pit, I am sure. I will head back myself.” Kordoth said. He nodded and turned to depart. As soon as Kordoth was gone, Grimnor turned to Urzkhal. “Increase the pace of the slaves. I want the camp fortified before the Council arrives. And we need to figure out what to do about the elves’ cavalry.”

Urzkhal nodded and departed.

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In Argothrond’s capitol city of Kaalhone, the kingdom’s top general, General Yhendorn, was meeting with King Vamir and Queen Velatha, in King Vamir’s throne room. Princess Neia and Princess Jhilsara had been sent from the room after King Vamir had seen the grim look on General Yhendorn’s face.

“The army we sent into the Great Forest has been defeated, and I fear it is almost a total loss. The few survivors who made it out of the forest reported that every male was killed and every female elf that survived has been captured and enslaved,” General Yhendorn reported.

Queen Velatha’s face went pale and King Vamir tried to put on a brave face but the fear in his voice was palpable. “But our victory against the orcs that sacked Salelenor was so decisive. What happened?”

General Yhendorn continued, “The initial reports are that, at first, we were quite successful; we had killed many of the orcs in the forest and had pushed them back to the portal. But before we could take the portal, a thousand or more orcs poured through it. And our cavalry was of limited use in the thick forest.”

King Vamir’s face went as pale as his wife’s. Before, he had feared for his daughter Miriella and the elf maidens that had been taken from Salelenor. It was now sinking in that perhaps the entire kingdom was at risk. If not all of Elevosia.

He could not find any words and so General Yhendorn continued. Our entire army has been called. We are taking positions near the Great Forest. But we have no idea how many orcs there are and how many more will come pouring through the portal.”

King Vamir nodded and frowned. He felt a pit growing in his stomach. The elves had not faced such a grave threat in many generations. “I will call for a meeting of all the elven kingdoms,” he said. “Millenia ago, when the orcs last threatened elvenkind, we united and defeated the orcs and vanquished them from Elevosia. Only united will we vanquish this new threat.”

He turned to Velatha, taking her hand and squeezing it, trying to comfort her. For months, all he could think about was the safety of his daughter, Miriella. Now he was terrified for the safety of Velatha, and Neia and Jhilsara. And every wife and daughter in his kingdom.

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Renestrae, Gaelira, and Ciradyl were chopping down a tree, struggling to keep working as exhaustion overtook them. Renestrae felt something dripping down her stinging back. She wondered if it was blood or sweat. It could be either; she had been lashed a few times that day by the orc slavers to keep her working hard.

Renestrae’s stinging back was not her only malady. Her hands were severely blistered from swinging the axe so much. And her pussy and ass were swollen and sore from the constant ravishments that had been forced on her. She would have done anything for a bath to wash away the sweat, blood, and the sticky mess of orc cum between her legs.

Renestrae tried to ignore her misery and kept swinging the axe into the trunk of the tree. “I came over to help,” a feminine voice said. The three elves turned and standing behind them was Miriella. She was holding an axe and she moved in and joined then in swinging their axes into the thick trunk of the massive tree.

But then she paused. She looked around warily. There was no orc in sight, and Miriella spoke in a low voice. “I found a horse wandering in the forest; it must have been one of the horses from our army. I secured its reins to a tree nearby.” She looked around again and then spoke in an even lower voice. “Were any of you in the cavalry? Would a horse be able to carry all four of us if we try to flee?”

Renestrae, Gaelira, and Ciradyl looked at each other and then Ciradyl nodded and whispered, “Yes, I was cavalry, and our horses are big and strong. They can carry a large male warrior that is fully-armored. It could easily carry the four of us.”

Miriella nodded. Then her eyes teared up and she said softly, “I am sorry for this.” She turned and called out, “Masters, this slave here was part of the cavalry.” She pointed to Ciradyl.

Urzkhal and two other orcs suddenly appeared from behind a tree. “Take that one to Gnarlug for interrogation,” he ordered the other two orcs, and they stepped forward to unchain Ciradyl from the other two. Renestrae and Gaelira watched helplessly as Ciradyl was dragged off. “Back to work cunts!” Urzkhal said sternly and then he and Miriella departed. Renestrae and Gaelira worked in stunned silence, shocked that Miriella had been conditioned so well into slavery that she had deceived and betrayed them. They wondered what was in store for Ciradyl.

(End of Part 3, to be continued...)

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