The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 6 – Phelorna Begins Her Training

Down in the fuck pit, the elf slaves were being used hard. More and more orcs had arrived through the portal and the demand for elf cunt was high. The slaves in the pit rarely got a break, save for a couple hours sleep and to eat and drink, if they were lucky.

The sisters Deulara and Keya were both on their hands and knees being fucked from both ends. Keya was the luckier of the two at the moment, as the orc thrusting into her from behind had chosen her cunt rather than her ass. Deulara was not as lucky in that regard. But both elves barely reacted. Their eyes were glazed over. Their minds were mostly shattered. It had only been a couple days since their return to the fuck pit but it had not taken long for them to return to their numb, dull state.

Tilvial was in a similar state. She was on her back, and barely reacted as an orc lay on top of her and roughly thrust into her.

The newest arrival in the fuck pit, Phelorna, did not yet have the mercy of having her mind shattered; it was only her second day in the pit. Her whole body was in pain, especially her ravaged orifices. She was exhausted and hungry. She had given up all hope and yearned for her mind to shut down like it did for so many of the other slaves in the pit.

Phelorna was on her hands and knees, tears sliding down her cheeks, as an orc roughly took her from behind. The orcs hand came down hard on her ass, causing Phelorna to cry out sharply. “Squeeze down with your cunt when my cock thrusts in,” he growled. A distraught Phelorna did her best to comply. As the orc pounded away, another orc, a slaver named Craltoz, was moving through the pit looking at the backs of the various slaves, at least those that were not laying on their backs. Craltoz stopped when he spotted Phelorna and the mark in the flesh of her back that Urzkhal had made with his dagger. He had been sent by Urzkhal to fetch her. Craltoz waited until the orc fucking her groaned and climaxed, dumping his cum into her.

The orc pulled out of Phelorna’s battered pussy and stood up. He nodded to Craltoz as he moved to the ladder at the edge of the pit to return to his duties. Craltoz looked down at Phelorna. She had collapsed into the dirt and was crying softly. Craltoz was about to haul her up and toss her over his shoulders when he decided he would have a quick go at her before he took her to Urzkhal. Craltoz pulled Phelorna back up onto her hands and knees and settled behind her. A few seconds later he forced his cock into her ass and began thrusting away. Fortunately for Phelorna, he did not last long. He groaned and climaxed and pulled out, grabbing the weeping elf and tossing her over his shoulder. He carried her to the ladder and up it, out of the pit.

Urzkhal was standing on the edge of the camp, surveying the 500 orcs that were lined up. He was leading these orcs west, far from the Great Forest to meet up with goblins that had located the creatures called centaurs and identified them as potentially being useful to counter the elves’ cavalry. The mission was critical, so they were all battle tested-warriors with good reputations, some from Urzkhal’s clan, the Burning Blade Clan, and others from Grimnor’s own clan, the Blood Fang clan.

They were soon ready to depart but before they did, Urzkhal had one more thing to do. He headed towards the pit. Close to the pit, he found Craltoz, with Phelorna and Miriella kneeling at his feet. Urzkhal looked down at Phelorna. She was a mess. She was covered in bruises, mud, and cum, and more cum was oozing from her swollen, red cunt and ass. It was clear she had been used pretty hard in her two days in the fuck pit.

“Thank you Craltoz for fetching her; you are dismissed,” Urzkhal said. Craltoz nodded and headed off. Urzkhal had not wanted Craltoz to watch, lest Urzkhal’s actions be interpreted as the coddling of or sympathy towards a slave, a sign of weakness among orcs.

“Stand and display,” Urzkhal ordered. Miriella helped Phelorna up. Her legs were wobbly and it was clear she was quite weak and exhausted. Then Miriella showed her how to display, with her legs parted, her chest thrust out, and her hands behind her head. Phelorna imitated Miriella without any hesitation. A few days ago, she might have been embarrassed to display herself in such a way. But after having spent two days in the fuck pit and being degraded and violated in every way possible, she had no dignity or embarrassment to cling to anymore. And that had been the main reason Urzkhal had sent her to the fuck pit.

Urzkhal circled Phelorna. He reached out to grope her small, pert breasts and then behind her to give her tight little ass a squeeze. He nodded in approval. Once she was cleaned up, she would definitely be pleasing to the eye. Urzkhal circled around to Phelorna’s front again and took he chin, lifting her head up so he could look at her face when he spoke to her. “The fuck pit was not pleasant, was it?”

Phelorna shook her head and whimpered softly, “No.”

Urzkhal have her breast a hard slap. “That is no, Master,” he corrected her. “Try again.”

“No, it was not pleasant in the fuck pit, Master.” Phelorna whimpered.

Urzkhal nodded. “I imagine not. I am told after a few weeks it gets a little easier, only because a slave’s mind shatters. But it is a miserable experience even then. And for most slaves put in the fuck pit, that is how she spends the rest of her life. A slave that is used hard in a fuck pit for a few months isn’t good for much of anything else. And we don’t know yet how long elf slaves last in a fuck pit but we have every reason to think it will be a long time. Many, many, years. Probably even decades. You might even survive in the fuck pit for your natural life, for centuries.

Phelorna’s lip trembled as she contemplated being in the fuck pit for centuries. Even the thought of being in it another day was unbearable for her. “But not all slaves end up in a fuck pit,” Urzkhal continued. “Take Miriella here. She is a well-trained, obedient, submissive, pleasing slave, who gets to serve the orcs in the camp.” Miriella smiled at the praise and thrust out her chest more. “We need more slaves in the camp like Miriella to serve, especially because some of our leaders are converging here. It is a much better life serving orcs in a camp than it is being stuck in a camp. Isn’t that right, Miriella?” Urzkhal said.

“Yes, Master, very much so,” Miriella said, beaming.

Urzkhal lifted Phelorna’s chin up. “I think some of our orc leaders would enjoy fucking you. I am inclined to give you a chance to be a serving slave, like Miriella here. Would you like that?”

“I.. I want to go home. I miss my mother,” Phelorna whimpered.

Urzkhal slapped her breast again, causing Phelorna to let out a sharp cry. “You are never going home, slave. And your mother is just like you now, a slave. I did not give you the option to go home and no orc ever will. I gave you the option to be a serving slave. But if you prefer, I can toss you back into the fuck pit.”

Phelorna’s eyes filled with fear. “Please Master, do not put me back in the pit. I will be a good serving slave,” she whimpered.

Urzkhal nodded. “Wise decision, slave.” He reached down and unfastened his belt and lowered his pants so that his cock sprang forth. “Prove it, slut,” he commanded. “Suck my cock.”

Phelorna stared nervously at Urzkhal’s cock for a moment but then quickly got on her knees. She opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth. As her head started bobbing up and down, Miriella began offering her pointers. “Suck on the head. Now slide your mouth down and glide your tongue along the underside of his shaft. Now come back up and flick at the head with your tongue. That is a good girl! Back down again. Relax your throat, that will help with the gagging. Breath through your noise. Suck harder. Good!”

Phelorna tried to comply with Miriella’s instructions as she licked and slurped away at Urzkhal’s cock. After a few minutes, Urzkhal groaned. He grabbed Phelorna’s head and pulled it back so his cock withdrew from her mouth and he spurted his cum all over her face.

 

He turned to Miriella. “Clean me,” he commanded, and Miriella eagerly dropped to her knees and licked and sucked the cum off the tip of Urzkhal’s cock. When she was done, Urzkhal pulled up his pants and commanded Miriella, “Train this one and make sure she is exquisite. Nothing less than perfection will be tolerated and you will be held responsible for any shortcomings. I will let the slavers know to punish both of you for any errors by her.”

“Yes, Master, I will see that she is taught to be a perfect slave,” Miriella said.

“Good. Get to it right away. More and more clans are arriving by the day.”

Urzkhal departed and Miriella gently took Phelorna’s arm. “Come, let’s get you bathed and then fed, and then we begin your training.”

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King Vamir sat with Queen Velatha on the balcony overlooking the courtyard in the caste. In the courtyard below they watched their daughters Neia and Jhilsara practicing with daggers, under the supervision of one of Vamir’s guards. The King and Queen had decided that, given the orc attacks on Elevosia, Neia and Jhilsara needed to learn self-defense. Millenia ago, when goblins and orcs had lived in Elevosia, it was not unheard of for goblins to sneak into castles and try and steal away princesses. Neia and Jhilsara were not very skilled at all with a weapon and they were quickly growing frustrated. But before the orcs and goblins arrived, they had never had a reason to be skilled with weapons. There had been no war or conflict in Elevosia during their brief lives. There had been hardly any conflict in King Vamir sat with Queen Velatha. Elevosia had known peace for centuries.

As Velatha watched her oldest and youngest daughters, her mind returned to that of her missing middle child. “Be honest with me; do you think we will ever get back Miriella,” she said, the emotion clear in her voice. Their daughter had been missing now for almost a full year. Velatha had heard the reports of what was happening to elf maidens captured by the orcs. She was horrified that her daughter had likely been subjected to such abuse during the duration of her captivity.

Vamir took her hand. “We cannot lose hope. Every day we are getting more and more useful information from the orcs that are being interrogated. We are learning a lot about their world and the portal they have opened to our world. We will get Miriella back. I will not rest until we do.”

Vamir turned and stared off into the distance. He knew that the chances of getting his daughter back, and all of the elf maidens from the kingdom stolen away might depend on all of the elven kingdoms uniting to defeat this common threat. He prayed that the kingdoms came together.

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Princess Thaconia of the Elven Kingdom of Alyoshara was being ushered up the central tower of the castle by her father’s servants. She suspected she knew why, and her heart was racing with excitement, but she tried to keep a somber expression on her face. As they entered her father’s bed chamber, she saw her father in his bed. His eyes were closed and he lay still. Not even his chest was moving. Beside him was the Royal Physician and the King’s highest advisor, the Lord Chancellor, Theoden. Theoden spoke first, in a shaky voice. “Princess, I have grave news. Your father passed away in his sleep last night.”

Thaconia did her best to feign surprise and anguish and she ran to her father’s side. Of course, it was a surprise to no one. King Delmuth had been very ill for years. For the past several years, he had largely relinquished the day-to-day management of the kingdom to Thaconia, as his eldest child.

“The King is dead. Long live the Queen,” Theoden said. He was holding King Delmuth’s crown and he placed it on Thaconia’s head. She did her best not to smile. She knew she must appear to be mourning her father’s passing of course.

“Convene the High Council,” she told Theoden. “And ask my brother and sister to come to the throne room so that I can tell them about my father.”

“Yes, my Queen,” Theoden replied. “I will get your brother first. I know he was about to depart very soon for Argothrond for the meeting of all the kingdoms about the orc incursions.”

“Be sure you intercept him before he leaves,” Thaconia said. She wanted to make sure she spoke to her brother before he departed. Thaconia’s father had been supportive of an alliance of the elven kingdoms to vanquish the orcs. Queen Thaconia had very different plans.

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Miriella had spent most of the day going through the basics with Phelorna. How to kneel and perform the other basic slave positions. How to walk and stand in ways that accentuated her features and displayed her body. How to serve food and drink in a sensual way, rubbing her body against the orc she was serving.

“Everything you do should be designed to make an orc want to bend you over and fuck you,” Miriella explained.

“Does that happen a lot?” Phelorna asked, clearly nervous. “Getting fucked, I mean.”

“Well yes, but not as much as in the fuck pit,” Miriella said, trying to offer her some comfort.

“I am so sore,” Phelorna whimpered.

Miriella nodded. “Your body will soon adjust and get used to it. Then soon enough after that you will crave it. They key thing is to make sure your cunt is always wet and ready to be fucked. It will make it hurt less and more enjoyable for the orcs. It is the latter that is most important of course,” she explained. “Giving our Masters pleasure is our entire purpose for existing now.”

Phelorna nodded, and closed her eyes. She was still not ready to accept that this was her only purpose.

“Soon enough your cunt will always be naturally wet, because you will always be aroused and in need of being fucked,” Miriella said. “But until that happens you should play with yourself whenever you have a free moment, to keep yourself wet.”  Phelorna nodded again, clearly nervous. “Go on, masturbate right now,” Miriella instructed. Phelorna reluctantly slid her hand between her legs and began to rub herself. “When you play with yourself, imagine a big, strong orc fucking you. It will help you to associate being fucked by our Masters with pleasure,” Miriella said. “Then, whenever you see an orc, your pussy will juice up and you will be ready if he decides to fuck you.”

Phelorna closed her eyes and tried to do as she was told and thought of an orc fucking her as she fingered herself, even though orcs repulsed her and the thought and memory of being fucked by them was horrifying. As Phelorna continued playing with herself, Miriella leaned in and began to nibble on her neck, and she reached out and began to lightly knead Phelorna’s breasts. “Give in to the pleasure,” she whispered into Phelorna’s ear. Miriella slid her hand from Phelorna’s breasts down her belly and between her legs. “Rub your clit while I finger you,” she whispered.

Phelorna’s heart was racing. She was no nervous. Since being captured by the goblins and orcs, she had suffered so many degradations and had her innocence stolen away, but this was her first time doing anything intimate with another female. But she did as she had been instructed and began to rub her clit. It was swollen and began to ache, as her arousal built. Miriella slipped a finger and then two and then three into Phelorna’s pussy. Miriella was pleased with how wet it was. She began to slowly thrust her fingers in and out. “Use your pelvic muscles and squeeze down on my fingers. Pretend it is an orc cock. If you clench down with your muscles on our Masters’ cocks, it gives them more pleasure. Phelorna squeezed down with her pelvic muscles. Soon, she was emitting soft moans, the sound mixing with the wet squelching noises of Miriella’s fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy.

Miriella withdrew her fingers and slid them around Phelorna’s hips and began to slide them in between her ass cheeks. She began to rub her fingers around Phelorna’s asshole, lubricating the outside with Phelorna’s juices. Phelorna jumped and squeaked when Miriella began to push two of her fingers into Phelorna’s ass. Her ass was quite sore and tender from her ordeal in the fuck pit. But Miriella did not relent. She kept pushing her finger in and then began thrusting them in and out of Phelorna’s ass. “Keep using one hand on your clit and finger yourself with your other hand” she whispered into Phelorna’s ears. “As your pleasure builds, focus on my fingers in your ass. When you pleasure yourself with something in your ass you soon start to associate the two. You will derive pleasure from being ass fucked soon enough.”

Phelorna slid her other hand between her legs and began fingering herself as she rubbed her clit. With her free hand, Miriella reached around and began tweaking and gently pinching Phelorna’s nipples. Phelorna’s breathing grew ragged. And then she started panting as her arousal built. The smell of her arousal filled the air. Suddenly she cried out and her body began shaking and shuddering as an intense orgasm ripped through her body.

“Good little slut,” Miriella whispered. She slid her fingers from Phelorna’s ass and pressed them to Phelorna’s lips. Phelorna kept her mouth closed and looked at Miriella with a shocked look on her face. She was not keen at all on putting fingers in her mouth that had just been in her pussy and ass. “Orcs expect their cocks to be cleaned after they are done fucking. You will regularly be licking and sucking clean fingers or cocks that have just been in your cunt or ass or in another slave’s cunt or ass. In the fuck pit, you no doubt did this.” Miriella said. Phelorna reluctantly parted her lips and took the fingers into her mouth and began licking and sucking on them. After a minute, Miriella pulled them from her mouth. “Now lick and suck your own fingers clean,” she commanded. Phelorna again complied.

When Phelorna pulled her hands away from her mouth, Miriella leaned in and pressed her lips to Phelorna’s and began kissing her. Phelorna found herself parting her lips and allowing Miriella to push her tongue into her mouth. She found she quite enjoyed it. They kissed for over a minute before Miriella pulled her mouth away. She smiled at Phelorna and patted her head. “You did good today. But I have one more task for you today before you can eat. I want you to go around camp and beg 15 orcs to fuck you. They get to choose the hole of course.  You are to be fucked at least 15 times and ask each orc to mark your ass with ink. If you do not return to me with 15 marks on your ass, I will give you 10 lashes for every orc that you are short. Now go,” Miriella commanded. She gave Phelorna a swat on her ass and a nervous Phelorna turned to head into the camp to find some orcs that she could beg to fuck her.

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Queen Thaconia sat in the throne room with her brother, Prince Hastios and her sister Princess Laerdya. She had informed them of their father’s death and she did her best to come off as sad as the three siblings mourned their father. But then she quickly segued to business. She was Queen after all; and her kingdom was counting on her.

She had just told her brother that she was rescinding their father’s instructions regarding the meeting of all the elven kingdoms in Argothrond. “I am not sending our army to engage the orcs and risk drawing their ire,” she said, explaining her reasoning. “Our spies have reported that Argothrond dealt the orcs a serious blow near Salelenor. Things apparently did not go as well for Argothrond in the Great Forest. But for all we know, Argothrond can handle this threat itself. If they cannot well, then we will know the seriousness of the orcs’ threat. At the summit, say that I have forbidden you from agreeing to any alliance or declaring war on the orcs.”

Prince Hastios nodded. “Very well, sister… I mean, my Queen,” he replied. Thaconia smiled and nodded to her brother. He was a pushover. Not very strong-minded. She knew he would do anything she told him to do without question. Thaconia knew it was her sister that potentially posed the greater challenge to her authority. “You had better depart right away so that you can make it to Argothrond before the summit begins. Good luck, brother.” She waited for Hastios to leave before she turned to her sister.

“I have another important diplomatic mission for you,” she said. “I am sending you to the orcs, with a message of peace and to offer to make a mutually beneficial treaty. You and I both know Elevosia’s history well. The orcs will not be so easily defeated. It is better we make a deal with them to keep our own kingdom safe.”

Princess Laerdya laughed. “You are a fool if you think I will deliver myself to those brutes, sister,” she scoffed. “Send one of our diplomats.”

Thaconia shook her head. “We need to send someone from the royal family, to convey our seriousness, not some lowly diplomat.”

“Then send one of your sons or daughters, if this is so important to you,” Laerdya snapped.

Thaconia shook her head. “My daughters are too young and know nothing about the art of diplomacy. It is too dangerous to send males. The orcs will likely just kill them on sight. At least with you, if the plan backfires, we can negotiate for your return. That is better than negotiating for the return of the bodies of males we send.”

“So, I am supposed to just deliver myself to the orcs, pray they do not capture and enslave me, and then be raped and abused until if and when the orcs decide to accept a ransom for my return. No thank you!” Laerdya said, glaring at her sister.

“If you do not go, I am sure your son will,” Thaconia said. “He is an honorable and loyal boy. He will unquestionably obey an order from his queen. I only hope my prediction for what they would do to a male elf does not prove true.”

Laerdya continued glaring at her sister. She knew that her son, Prince Travaran, would not hesitate to do this mission if asked by the queen. Thaconia was forcing her hand. “Fine,” she said, resignation in her voice. “I will go.”

“Thank you, sister,” Thaconia said. “The offer I am making to the orcs will be very beneficial to them. It will be to their benefit to hear our terms and allow your safe return, rather than to take you as one slave. You will be back here in no time.”

“I hope you are right,” Laerdya grumbled and she stood to depart.

As soon as she turned, Thaconia smiled. Soon enough her sister would be out of the picture and her crown would be secure.

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Phelorna was on all fours hungrily eating her slave gruel, her face pressed into a bowl. Miriella was standing behind her. Phelorna had 18 ink marks on her ass. She had surpassed her goal of 15 orcs fucking her. Miriella stared at the cum oozing from her ass and cunt and down her thighs. She was so proud of Phelorna. She was coming along so well.

As Phelorna continued eating she felt a face suddenly oppressing against her ass. It was Miriella and Miriella pushed her face in deep, burying her nose in between Phelorna’s ass cheeks as she began licking Phelorna’s sex. She was cleaning up the cum in Phelorna’s orifices and between her legs. Phelorna continued eating, emitting a small moan as Mariella’s tongue lapped at her pussy and ass.

(End of Part 6, to be continued...)

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