The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 5 – The Orcs Learn of the Centaurs

A couple weeks had passed and the slaves had finally completed the walls and towers around the orcs’ camp. The portal was now that much more secure. Urzkhal was taking Grimnor around, showing him the defenses. “With the walls and towers, we should be able to hold off an elf attack without many losses on our side,” he said. “The one limitation we had is we do not have much stone here in the forest so we had to use wood. Not as strong obviously, and it can more easily be breached or burned. However, we have a solution for that as well.” Urzkhal took Grimnor around the perimeter until they reached one of the towers. Tied up spreadeagle on the front of the tower was an elf maiden. It was Renestrae. Her head was slumped down and cum was oozing down her thighs and dripping onto the ground below. She had been used hard by some of the orc warriors before she had been tied up on the face of the tower as a demonstration for Grimnor.

“We have this rope affixed to all the towers and along the entire fence,” Urzkhal explained. “If the elves come, we can empty to fuck pit of elf cunts and tie them up like this along the entire perimeter. If the elves want to try and burn our knock down our walls, they will kill their own elf maidens. That is hopefully enough to give them some pause.”

“Good thinking, Urzkhal,” Grimnor said. “You have done well.” The two orcs stepped back into the camp. Renestrae was removed from the tower and dragged back into the camp. There she was added to a slave coffle of all 300 of the new slaves. Now that the camp was finished, they were being sent through the portal and would be delivered to labor camps.

As Grimnor and Urzkhal reached the center of the camp, they learned that another elf clan had arrived through the portal. It was the Blood Wreckers Clan, and their chief, Ohlzash Stormtask. Grimnor found Ohlzash speaking with Kordoth Tuskthunder. He frowned. He did not trust Kordoth and worried that Kordoth was trying to sway Ohlzash before the Council of the Horde convened. Grimnor hurried over to greet Ohlzash.

Urzkhal quickly moved in the other direction. He had no interest in involving himself in the politics. He decided to head down to the fuck pit for a little relaxation and lesiure. But before he could, he was notified that some orcs had arrived and were looking for him. He headed to meet the orcs.

The orcs were four scouts that reported to him. The most senior of the four was Brahlgirm and he stepped forward. He had a young elf captive on a leash. “I come bearing gifts,” Brahlgirm said, smirking. “She is a great fuck.”

When she was shoved forward and presented to Urzkhal, Phelorna dropped her head, her lip trembling.

“Goblins found her with her mother and father. They killed the father and kept the mother but gave this tight cunt to us,” Brahlgirm told Urzkhal.

The mention of her parents made Phelorna start sobbing. One of the orcs turned and slapped her to shut her up. “We heard there is a coffle of elf cunts being sent through the portal. Shall we add her to it?” Brahlgirm added.

Urzkhal looked Phelorna up and down. She was very skinny and young-looking. Urzkhalknew if she was added to the coffle, she would end up in a labor camp and an elf that young and skinny would not likely survive long in a labor camp. The captured elf warriors would make good labor slaves. This one would not. He shook his head. “No, you said she was a good fuck. Brand her and toss her in the fuck pit.” He knew the fuck pit was a miserable existence but at least she would survive longer than in a labor camp. Then an idea popped in her head. He looked her up and down. She was not exquisitely beautiful by any means but she was not unappealing either. And she had that young and innocent look that many orcs liked.

“Wait,” Urzkhal said. He unsheathed his dagger and stepped over to Phelorna. He grabbed her and spun her round. Raising the blade, he placed it against her upper back, just below her right shoulder. He then pressed it into her flesh until it cut into her. He craved an “X” in her flesh, causing Phelorna to howl in pain. It likely hurt but he knew it would heal up in a few days. And he wanted to able to easily identify her in the fuck pit in a couple days, before it had healed. He had plans for her that would hopefully be more merciful for a young elf than spending the rest of her miserable life in a fuck pit, but he wanted to make sure she was in the pit at least a couple days to soften her up and condition her to her new life. “Ok, take her to be branded and then toss her in the fuck pit,” Urzkhal said. One of the orcs dragged her off. Urzkhal turned back to Brahlgirm. “I assume you came here to deliver me more than a single elf cunt?”

Brahlgirm nodded and delivered to Urzkhal the message from Toadbrain about the centaurs. Urzkhal’s eyes lit up. From Brahlgirm’s brief message, the centaurs sounded like a promising solution to countering the elves’ cavalry.

Brahlgirm showed Urzkhal on a map an 'X' marking Phelorna’s old home. “Here is where the goblins are, and they can give you all the information you need on the centaurs. You should bring lots of orcs though. And not just to capture the centaurs. There are a lot of elves patrolling the perimeter of the Great Forest,” he added.

Urzkhal nodded. “Thank you for this information. This may be just what we need.” He hurried off to find Grimnor to deliver him the news.

When Urzkhal got done telling Grimnor what he had himself just learned, Grimnor was just as excited as Urzkhal had been. “Get 500 orcs and bring me back these centaurs,” he said.

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Renestrae was locked into a coffle with the other 300 enslaved warriors. They were standing in front of the portal and panic had set in for Renestrae. As long as Renestrae was in the Great Forest, she clung to the chance of being rescued. Or being able to escape. But once she was through that portal, she would be in another world. She would have nowhere to run to. And the chance of rescue would be almost non-existent. She looked around as the fear overwhelmed her. “Please Masters, keep us here!” she cried to some orcs that were nearby. “We will be good slaves here for you!” But she was ignored. The orcs had plenty of cunt available in the fuck pit. They needed bodies in the labor camps, mining ore. The orcs unfurled their whips and began slashing at the line of slaves to get them moving. Renestrae lurched forward as the line started moving forward. The elves began moving through the portal and Renestrae started to sob. This was it. She was doomed. There was a flash of blue light as she stepped through the portal.

One the other side, the world did no look that much different than her own. She was in a forest. The coffle kept moving forward until an orc yelled “Stop, sluts!” As Renestrae looked around, she saw orcs escorting some other naked elves over to their coffle. She immediately recognized them. They were the senior officers and others that had been sent for interrogation. Among them was Ciradyl and a couple others who were in the cavalry. All of them showed signs of torture and abuse. The slaves that had been interrogated were escorted by orcs to the back of the line and added to the coffle.

“Enjoy the rest of your miserable lives in a labor camp, sluts!” an orc yelled and orcs again began to slash at the coffle with whips. Renestrae lurched forward once again. Her journey to a labor camp had begun. She and the others in the coffle were about to learn even more the terrible consequences of losing to orcs in battle.

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Sylmare was down in the dungeon, in one of the interrogation cells, interrogating one of the captured orcs. She was in a fort just outside the small village of Yllho Dorthore in the kingdom of Kahshara. It was a small and relatively unknown fort, with only about 50 warriors inside it. The fact that it was small and unremarkable was why it had been secretly selected to imprison and interrogate some of the rocs the elves had captured in Salelenor, in the Kingdom of Argothrond. Sylmare, along with her fellow interrogator Namys, were the two head interrogators in the fort and there were a number of other elf warriors there to support them.

The orc that Sylmare was interrogating at that moment was named Trulakk. He was secured tightly to a table with heavy chains, metal bars, leather straps, and rope. He was completely naked and his erect cock was pointing up the in the air. Thin rope had been tied around the base of Trulakk’s cock, below his balls, to keep him erect longer. Trulakk was not the only one that was naked. Sylmare was also naked. The elves had learned that orcs had an insatiable lust, as well as an overbearing masculine personality. Sylmare and her fellow interrogator Namys had learned to use and exploit these traits against the orcs. She was naked to tease the orc. And that was not the only way she was teasing him. Sylmare had been teasing the orc for hours, keeping him on the brink of orgasm but not allowing him any release. He was bathed in sweat, both from his arousal and from his exertions as he strained against the bindings holding him, desperate to get at the elf that had been teasing him.

“I will let you cum, just tell me about the portal,” Sylmare said softly as she stood over him.

“When I get out of these bindings, I am going to fuck you to death!” Trulakk growled. He started straining against his bindings again, grunting as he tried to free himself. But the bindings held him tight and he growled in frustration.

Sylmare leaned in over top of Trulakk until her breasts were rubbing against his chest. She pushed her face against his face, letting her lips tickle his cheek as she whispered into his ear. “I know you want to. You want to fuck me so bad. I bet you would tear my tight little pussy up. But you are never going to free yourself. And the only way you are going to cum is if I allow it. So just tell me what I want to know and I will reward you and let you cum.” She placed her hand on his chest and ran her nails ever so softly down his torso, his stomach, and then down his thigh. The orc’s cock began to twitch with excitement as Sylmare ran her fingers up his shaft in a teasing fashion. The orc groaned and strained, trying to push his hips upward to thrust his cock into her hand. For several minutes, she continued trailing her fingers around his thighs, his groin, and over his cock.

Trulakk groaned and growled “I am going to fuck you one of these days!”

“I know you want to. I bet you have never wanted anything more in your life. My pussy is so tight and wet too. But the only way you are going to cum is if you tell me about the portal,” Sylmare replied softly as she cupped his testicles and gave them the softest of squeezes, as she leaned in again and began to nibble on his neck. Trulakk bellowed in frustration.

“The other orcs are talking and being rewarded; why shouldn’t you get a reward to?” she whispered into his ear. “Just tell me about the portal.” She wrapped her hand around Trulakk’s cock and began to slowly stroke it up and down, sliding her hand sensually along the orc’s throbbing shaft. He groaned loudly and again tried to thrust, to increase the friction of his cock against her hand and get his desperately-needed orgasm. But the straps and ropes held him down tightly and he could not thrust. Sylmare resumed nibbling on his neck, tickling it with her lips as she slowly stroked him, each pump of his cock bringing him closer and closer to the orgasm he so desperately craved. But as Sylmare sensed an orgasm approaching, she pulled her hand away.

Trulakk bellowed angrily, slamming his head into the table in frustration. “What do you want to know?!?” he growled. “I don’t even know much about the damn portal! I know that our war chieftain’s favorite warlock used some magic he got from the humans to open it.”

Sylmare began to slowly stroke the Trulakk’s cock again. “Tell me about this war chieftain and his warlocks,” she said softly. Desperate to cum Trulakk started spilling everything he knew about Grimnor and the warlocks. There was another elf in the room, Sylmare’s assistant interrogator, an elf maiden named Usamea. Usamea was seated with paper, and ink and quill, and she began writing down everything the orc said. Every time he paused, Sylmare got him talking again by slowly stroking his cock.

“I still don’t think you are telling me everything,” she said in a soft voice as she reached between her legs and began playing with herself, thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy.

“I have told you everything I know cunt, now let me cum!” Trulakk growled.

Sylmare pulled her fingers from her pussy. They were glistening and she reached down and rubbed her juices all over Trulakk’s upper lip, right below his nostrils. She knew the scent of her arousal would keep him fully aroused.

“I will be back, so you be thinking of what you can tell me to earn yourself that orgasm,” she said in a soft, soothing voice. And then she turned to depart. Trulakk growled in frustration and then he started actually begging for Sylmare to come back and let him cum.

“Please let me cum! PLEASE!” he cried. Sylmare smiled. She had broken him down. She would let him stew for a while, in his state of arousal and then came back to get him fully aroused again in a few hours. But she had been working a goblin all day. It was time to work on him some more.

Sylmare exited the interrogation cell, but before she went to the goblin’s interrogation cell, she decided to check on Namys, who was in another cell. When she stepped inside, Sylmare saw that Namys was interrogating another orc. Like Trulakk, this orc was strapped down to a table with his tied off, erect cock springing forth. Namys was not teasing him and arousing him at the moment; she was trying a very different tactic. Namys was holding a blade and had it pressed against the orc’s balls. “Tell me about the Council of the Horde or I will cut your balls off!” she screamed angrily. They had learned that the uber-masculine and macho orcs were terrified at the notion of being castrated. Sure enough, the feel of the blade against his balls worked. The orc started stammering, spitting out everything he knew about the Council of the Horde. Like Sylmare, Namys had an assistant, Celaena, who was seated and was writing down everything the orc said.

Sylmare stayed back, not wanting to interrupt the interrogation as it was clear that Namys was getting good information. But when there was a break, Namys stepped away. The orc sank down on the table, bathed in sweat, breathing heavily, ashamed that he had broken but relieved that he had kept his balls. Namys and Sylmare moved to the side of the room.

“It is going well, I see,” Sylmare said, speaking softly so the orc could not hear their conversation.

Namys nodded. “Yes, very well. These orcs are not so tough when they are afraid they are going lose their cock or balls.”

“And they aren’t so tough when they are desperate to cum,” Sylmare said, snickering. “If you finish up with that one, I have Trulakk in cell room 1 with a raging hard-on and loose lips. But I need to get back to the goblin.”

“Good luck with him,” Namys said as Sylmare turned to exit. They had found the goblins were harder to crack than the orcs. They were not as strong or formidable at fighting as orcs but generally seemed sharper-minded. Which is why Sylmare was excited she had made progress with this particular goblin.

She exited the interrogation cell and headed down the hall to the next one, where the goblin was chained down. Usamea had already moved into the room.

“Hello again, Ucherg,” Sylmare said as she moved over to him. Like the orcs, he was strapped down naked on the table. Usamea had already gotten him hard by stroking his cock. Sylmare took some thin rope and wrapped it around the base of his cock, behind his balls, just a she had done with Trulakk. Sylmare wrapped it tight, causing him to squirm, and then tied it off. Sylmare leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the head of his cock. “There now you will stay hard for me,” she said softly.

“Let me cum, you stupid cunts!” Ucherg snarled. He was desperate for an orgasm. Sylmare had been teasing and denying him all day.

“Not until you start talking,” Sylmare said in a soothing voice.

“I am telling you, I don’t know anything about the portal or how it was opened!” Ucherg yelled.

“I think you know more than you are telling me,” Sylmare said. She climbed on top of the table so that she straddling Ucherg’s waist. She pushed her ass back so that it rubbed against the goblin’s erect cock and leaned down so that her breasts rubbed against his face. The goblin twitched and strained against his bindings, groaning.

“Just tell me how the warlocks open and close the portal,” she said softly.

“I don’t know, you stupid cunt!” Ucherg snarled.

“That is a shame I really was hoping you would get to cum,” Sylmare said, feigning sympathy as she climbed off his body and reached down and began slowly stoking the goblin’s cock. Ucherg groaned and desperately strained against the straps holding him down, trying in vain to thrust up and meet her hand. Sylmare continued stroking Ucherg’s cock, bringing him to the edge of orgasm before she pulled her hand away. The goblin groaned, exasperated. He was bathed in sweat and panting.

“I wish you would tell me what I want to know so I could let you cum,” Sylmare said softly. She climbed on top of him again raking her nails up his thighs and along his cock as she did. Sylmare sat on his chest with her knees up and parted so that her pussy was inches from his face. Ucherg started at intently and licked his lip. Through the interrogations, the elves had learned that goblins were particularly fond of licking pussy. The taste and smell of pussy drove them wild, even wilder than it did for orcs.

Sylmare slid her hand between her parted thighs and began to play with herself, sliding two fingers into her pussy and slowly thrusting them in and out. Ucherg was transfixed, staring at Sylmare’s fingers plunging in and out of her sex. Within a minute, her pussy was dripping and the scent of her arousal filled the air. This drove Ucherg crazy. He strained against his bindings, trying to push his head forward. Sylmare withdrew her fingers from her pussy. She leaned forward and wiped her fingers on Ucherg’s cheek. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could, trying to lick the smeared juices on his cheek but his tongue would not reach that far and he bellowed in frustration. Sylmare returned her hand between her legs and she began rubbing her swollen clit, driving up her arousal, before she again plunged her fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Back and forth she went, fingering herself and rubbing her clit, increasingly filling the room with the strong scent of her arousal and driving Ucherg into a frenzy. She kept reaching out and smearing her juices on his face so that he could not escape the scent.

“Do you want a taste?” she asked. Ucherg eagerly nodded. “Then tell me how your warlocks opened the gate. If you tell me, I will let you lick my pussy. You have my word.” As she spoke, she reached out again and once again began slowly stroking his raging erection. She got him ever so close to cumming before pulling her hand away.

Ucherg groaned in frustration. “I don’t know! It was some kind of sacrifice. They had to sacrifice royal blood, a queen I think, or a princess. They burned her over a fire. I wasn’t there but that’s what I heard. It was some human cult that figured it out and they opened the portal, but then we took it from the humans.” Behind them, Usamea wrote down everything that Ucherg said.

Sylmare patted the goblin on the head. “You did good and I am an elf of my word.” She began to scoot forward, planting her crotch a couple inches from his face. Ucherg stuck out his tongue desperate to lick the pussy in front of him. Sylmare scooted forward more and then lifted herself up so that she was above Ucherg’s face. And then she lowered herself, her thighs on either side of his face and her crotch planted right over his mouth and nose. Ucherg groaned and began eagerly lapping at the pussy pressed against his face, sliding his tongue up and down her slit and slurping up the juices that flowed from it. Sylmare began grinding her pussy against the goblin’s face, riding his mouth and tongue as he continued frantically lapping away.

Sylmar’s intoxicating taste and scent overpowered Ucherg’s senses and he closed his eyes and just kept licking until his mouth was coated in her juices. He couldn’t get enough. Sylmare continued grinding herself against Ucherg’s face, taking her time, letting him drink up her nectar.

After a few minutes she lifted up her crotch from his face. Ucherg groaned in protest and stuck his tongue out as far as he could trying to lap at the pussy that now hovered above his face. “If you want some more, tell me about this cult.” Ucherg was desperate to lick the pussy and his mind was foggy and drunk from lust. He started spouting off everything he knew about the human kingdom of Jorshah and the Cult of Ug’dromon. Once again, Usamea wrote down everything the goblin spouted off.

When he was done, Sylmar swung her body around so she was facing in the other direction, towards his feet. She once again lowered herself, planting her pussy on his mouth and letting his nose slide in between her ass cheeks. Ucherg moaned, happy for his reward, and began eagerly licking again, sliding his tongue up and down her slit and tonguing her asshole. Sylmare began grinding her hips, humping the goblin’s face. From her new position, she could see his erect cock. Sylmare leaned forward and took her hand and trailed her nails from the base of Ucherg’s cock to the head and then back down, teasing him once again. Ucherg groaned with need as he quickened the pace of his tongue. Sylmare continue playing with the goblins’ cock, teasing it with her fingertips and slowly stroking it, stopping each time before he was about to cum. This continued for almost thirty minutes until Ucherg couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled his face away from Sylmare’s pussy and began pleading. “Please, I need to cum! Please, I deserve to cum!”

Sylmare lifted her ass and pussy away from Ucherg’s face and climbed off of him. “You have told me a lot,” she said on a sweet tone. She walked towards Ucherg’s feet, trailing her nails down his chest and stomach. “But have you told me enough to earn an orgasm…” she said as if she were weighing the decision.

She bent down and placed a soft kiss on the head of Ucherg’s cock, causing him to groan louder. She stuck her tongue out and began to slide it slowly up and down the shaft Ucherg’s cock.

He groaned again. “Yes, I have earned an orgasm! Please!” he yelled.

Sylmare took the head of Ucherg’s cock into her mouth and she began gently sucking it and flicking it with her tongue. “Yes, thank you!” Ucherg groaned. Sylmare pushed her head down more, taking the full length of his cock into her mouth, gliding her tongue down his shaft and causing the goblin to groan loudly. Her head began to slowly bob up and down. But after only a few bobs she pulled her head away and wiped her mouth. “Tell me more about how they open and close the portal,” she demanded sternly.

Ucherg shook his head. “I don’t know! I swear! I told you everything I know about that stupid portal! If I knew more, I would tell you, I swear! Let me cum! Please let me cum!”

Sylmare straddled him so that she was hovering above his cock. “Are you sure? Because I thought I would reward you by letting you fuck me. You want to fuck me, don’t you?

Ucherg nodded frantically. “Yes! But I have told you everything I know, I swear! PLEASE!”

Sylmare reached down, taking his cock and positioning at the entrance of her sex. She lowered herself ever so slightly so the head of his cock pushed inside her. “Doesn’t that feel good? Surely you can tell me more about the portal so I can sink down on your cock and fuck your brains out.”

“I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I SWEAR!” Ucherg bellowed. He groaned as he struggled desperately against his bindings, trying to push his hips up. Sylmare moved her own hips a little and clenched down with her pelvic muscles on the tip of his cock, driving the goblin into a frenzy. He roared, lust completely overcoming him. “I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ELSE I SWEAR! PLEASE I HAVE EARNED AN ORGASM! LET ME FUCK YOU!”

Sylmare sighed and stood up and the goblin’s cock slipped from her sex. He let out a desperate wail. “It is a shame,” Sylmare said, feigning disappointment. “I will leave you here; when I come back perhaps you will remember how to open and close the portal and then you will get to cum.”

Ucherg began screaming and cursing as Sylmare and Usamea exited the interrogation cell.

(End of Part 5, to be continued...)

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