The Tale of Orgzul: Part 1 – The War Between the Orcs and Argothrond Begins

General Yhendorn was at the Argothrond army’s base camp in southern Argothrond, meeting with his officers and scouts. The army had paused its march overnight for a few hours to rest, but it was early morning and they were about to march again, towards the massive orc army that now threatened the kingdom.

A massive gathering or orcs had been seen on the edge of the Great Forest, near the ruins of Olfe Serine. It seemed they were planning to launch their invasion. Argothrond had patrols everywhere and as soon as they saw that thousands of orcs were amassing at the edge of the forest, they quickly retreated and sent out the alert. Argothrond was ready. It had troops amassed along its entire border with the Great Forest, and as soon as they learned where the orcs had gathered, Argothrond’s troops converged. A massive army of 15,000 elves was now marching to meet and engage the orcs. An even larger elven army was stationed further north between Argothrond’s two biggest cities, the capitol city Kaalhone and the city of Mathlhone. But General Yhendorn had decided they could not wait for that army to travel south to engage the orcs. As the larger army began to move south, the smaller army would engage the orcs.

The army marching on the orcs was being personally commanded by General Yhendorn, who had left the capitol to lead the defense of the kingdom at the front line. He was from a long line of military leaders; Yhendorn’s father had led Argothrond’s armies before Yhendorn, and Yhendorn’s grandfather before that. But Yhendorn’s father and grandfather had led the army during relative peacetime. There had been no significant conflict amongst the elven kingdoms for centuries and no major war between them for centuries before that. Yhendorn knew that, win or lose, this war would be the most momentous military engagement in Elevosia for generations. And he knew that this first battle would likely dictate the outcome of a war between Argothrond and the orc invaders.

Beside Yhendorn was the next generation of military leaders from his family, his son and daughter. Yhendorn’s son, Vulas, was a colonel in the army and was in charge of the cavalry and would lead its charge against the orcs. He had replaced General Drannor, who had led the cavalry charge that had crushed the orcs at Salelenor, but he had been killed when the army pursued the orcs into the great Forest and unsuccessfully tried to take the portal.

Yhendorn’s daughter, Amnestria, was younger than Vulas, and served as Yhendorn’s aide-de-camp. She had a very sharp mind, much smarter than Yhendorn himself, he thought, and there were not many in the military with sharper minds than him. Yhendorn knew that both his children had promising futures in Argothrond’s military. If they survived this battle and survived this war, that is. Yhendorn knew that the lives of not only his sons and daughter, but of all 15,000 elf soldiers were in his hand. If they lost, he knew that the 12,000 male soldiers would be killed, and the 3,000 female elves, or at least those that survived the battle, would be subjected to cruel slavery. And if they lost, much of Argothrond would be defenseless. Entire cities and villages could fall and be wiped from the face of Elevosia before the remaining divisions of the Argothrond army could engage the orcs.

A scout rode up to Yhendorn. “General, we less than a 6 hours’ march to the edge of the forest.” Yhendorn nodded. He knew that before the day was over, the land would be stained with the blood of orcs, or elves, or both. And that the lives and freedom King Vamir, his family, Yhendorn’s family, and all of the elves of Argothrond might rest on the outcome of this battle.

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On the edge of the Great Forest, Grimnor was meeting with the orcs he had had chosen to lead their forces into the first battle: General Urzkhal, Orgzul Stoutbeast of the Ear Ripper Clan, Grakam Madfang, who was second in command of Blood Fang clan behind Grimnor, and of course, Grimnor himself. The orcs’ massive army had marched north through the Great Forest for two weeks until they reached its northern edge, on the border with Argothrond. Through Argothrond was one of several elven kingdoms that bordered the Great Forest, it was the clear choice among them to be first kingdom to be conquered. The orcs had captured numerous high-ranking elves from Argothrond and had good intelligence on the kingdom. Plus, the orcs had intercepted a message revealing that Argothrond was tormenting and humiliating orcs it had captured, as the elves in Yllho Dorthore had done. Argothrond would receive brutal retribution for that.

Goblin scouts had reported that a massive elven army from Argothrond was marching straight for them. The orcs were making their final battle plans. They knew that if they won this battle, Argothrond would be completely vulnerable and ripe for the taking. If they lost, the orcish invasion of Elevosia might be all but over barely after it had started. Grimnor knew that this first battle would make or break his army, and could forever define his legacy as a War Chieftain of the Horde.

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Yalanue grimaced and groaned as the next painful contraction hit her. She was going into labor. The moment she had dreaded so much for the last 6 months had arrived. “Please don’t take my babies!” she wailed to the goblins gathered around her. They ignored her. Of course, they were going to take her babies. Her only purpose as a broodmare was to birth babies for them to take.

Yalanue was strapped down on a table, her legs open and strapped into stirrups. The goblins were crowded around in front of her open legs, waiting. Yalanue was almost positive it was more than one baby coming, based on how big her belly had swollen.

Another painful contraction hit, and Yalanue cried out in pain. In spite of the pain, she knew this should have been a happy day, perhaps the happiest of her life. The birth of her children. But instead, it was her worst nightmare and what would be the worst day of her life so far, when every day of the last 6 months had been a series of nightmares and abject misery.

The goblins were focused intently between her legs and then the one started commanding her. “Push!” She didn’t want to push. Once this baby left her womb it would be killed or enslaved, depending on its gender. But as another painful contraction racked her body, she had no choice. She started pushing. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Not from the pain but from the dread. How could the orcs and goblins be so cruel? When she had been captured, she had assumed she would be reduced to a sex slave, and spend the rest of her life being raped and degraded. She had not imagined then that the orcs and goblins could be this cruel and subject her to a slavey even more barbaric and sadistic. To breed her like an animal and then steal her children away.

Another painful contraction arrived, and Yalanue pushed again. As the contractions increased in frequency she began pushing more. “I can see the head. Keep pushing!” one of the goblins commanded. Yalanue bore down, crying out in pain as she pushed, feeling a great relief of pressure between her legs when the baby’s head emerged. She kept pushing until the baby was delivered. A moment later, it began crying. She tried to lift her head up to see the baby but her neck and head were strapped down. The baby was cradled in one of the goblin’s arms and he turned and began to walk away with it. “Nooo!” Yalanue wailed. She would not even get to see her child. And then she cried out as another contraction hit. She bore down again, and began to push out the next baby.

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Miriella thrust her fingers in and out of Laerdya’s pussy, while she rubbed Laerdya’s clit with her other hand. “Concentrate on the pleasure! Let go of your humiliation and just enjoy the pleasure,” Miriella said, panic beginning to rise in her voice. Laerdya’s pussy was dripping and Miriella’s fingers were coated in her juices. But the slaver Groto had warned the two slaves that if Mirella’s entire hand was drenched in Laerdya’s cunt juices when he came back that both slaves would be whipped.

The slaver Groto that had been put in charge of breaking and training of Laerdya, and he was quite harsh. He was from the Savage Spirit Clan. Hagger Axechains, chief of the Savage Spirit Clan, had been placed in charge of defending the orcs’ base at the portal while Grimnor moved the orcs’ army north to attack Argothrond. Grimnor had been relatively kind and fair with Miriella, at least as far as orcs were with their slaves. He had not been at first, but Miriella had worked hard to earn his favor and trust by proving herself an obedient, submissive, lustful, and pleasing slave. But she had no such cache with Hagger or Groto or any of the orcs in the Savage Spirit Clan.

A little earlier, Groto had summoned Miriella and brought her to Laerdya, who was tied up under a tree. Laerdya was crying softly, hanging limp from the ropes holding her wrists, her ass and back striped red from a recent lashing. “This stupid cunt doesn’t juice up enough!” he snapped. “You will teach this cunt to juice up properly or you will both be lashed.” He had warned Miriella that her hand had better be soaked in cunt juice when he returned. So Miriella was frantically fingering Laerdya and rubbing her clit.

Laerdya closed her eyes and tried to focus only on the sensation. Her fiercely stinging back and ass, recently whipped, made the task that much harder. But even without the painful whipping, she seriously doubted her pussy would get that wet, to drench an entire hand. Not even Miriella’s got that wet and she was a wanton slut who had been a slave for well over a year. Laerdya had been a slave for barely more than 3 months. And she was still desperately clinging to the hope that somehow, she would escape this nightmare. She missed terribly her old life. A few months ago, she had been the daughter of the most powerful king in Elevosia. She had lived a life of luxury and splendor. Now she was strung up naked in the forest, her back and ass on fire from a harsh lashing, while she was masturbated by another slave. Everything had been taken from her. Every basic freedom and dignity she had always taken for granted. She wasn’t allowed clothes. She wasn’t even allowed to close her legs in the presence of orcs, so they could always see the cunt that they now owned, and could use whenever and however they pleased. And they used it often. Constantly she was commanded to get on all fours or lie on her back so an orc could fuck one of her orifices.

But most of all, she missed her husband and her son. She knew she would likely never see them again. Even if the elves managed to defeat the orcs here in Elevosia, she knew the orcs would likely take her through the portal into their world. She would spend the remaining centuries of her life as a slave, never to see her loved ones again. And all of this because someone that was supposed to love her as family, her devious and cruel sister, had set her up to be captured and enslaved.

Laerdya tried to push her woes aside. She knew that focusing on her misery would interfere with the task at hand. She started thrusting her hips and grinding her crotch against Miriella’s fingers, trying to get as aroused and wet as possible.

“Alright cunts, time is up!” an orc growled. Groto had returned. He walked over and grabbed Miriella’s wrist, pulling her hand away from Laerdya’s crotch and holding it up to inspect it. Miriella’s fingers were thoroughly coated with Laerdya’s secretions, and they were dripping down her hand. But her whole hand was not “soaked” as Groto had demanded. Which he had known was an impossible task. He had set them up to fail so he could whip them.

Feigning outrage, Groto grabbed Miriella and bound her wrists above her head under the tree next to Laerdya. Miriella closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for her whipping. Groto whipped her first, painting her back and ass red with lashes until she was sobbing.

Laerdya tried to brace herself for what she knew was coming as Miriella was whipped. When Groto finally finished with Miriella, he lined up behind her and brought the whip down hard across her ass.

Laerdya had not had time to recover from her last whipping and it only took a few lashes until she was howling and begging for mercy. But Groto kept going, whipping her over and over. It was driven home more for Laerdya that she was now just a helpless slave, completely at the mercy and under the control of the orcs.

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Yalanue cried softly. It was several hours since she had given birth to two babies, but she had not stopped crying since. Yalanue had barely gotten to see them, only brief flashes of pink before the goblins took them away. She did not even know their genders. She knew if they were boys, they had been killed. If they were girls, they had been taken away to another camp to be raised as slaves. She had no idea what that entailed or where they were taken.

Her breasts were swollen and aching; she was badly in need of a milking. But at the moment, she did not care at all about her aching, heaving breasts. All she cared about were the babies that had been stolen from her.

However, the goblins cared about milking her, as they wanted her milk. They came to take her to a milking station. As the tubes were attached to her teats and the milk was pumped from her body, she closed her eyes, trying to think of something, anything, but her stolen babies. As the goblins started talking, she listened to their conversation.

“So, any news on when we are getting more broodmares? And some male suds to breed them?” the first goblin said.

“Actually, they are shutting us down,” the second goblin said bitterness in his voice. Yalanue’s ears perked up. She dreaded being impregnated again and having more babies stolen from her. If they were shutting the camp down and moving her, she did not care where. A fuck pit, a labor camp, anything was better than this.

“Shutting us down? Why?” the first goblin asked, surprised.

“The orcs are opening a bigger breeding camp,” the second goblin replied. Apparently, they will soon have male studs and they have more broodmares. And they want to expand their operation. They are moving our broodmares there and I guess we are going there to work at that camp. It is near one of their female orc breeding camps, so that they can use the milk from these elves for their young.”

“So, I guess we won’t be getting the milk then!’ the first goblin grumbled.

“Yeah, it sucks,” the second goblin replied. “But we aren’t moving them until the last one gives birth. So, we will be here another few weeks. Drink up my friend, while it lasts.”

Yalanue’s heart sank and she started to cry harder. It seemed she would continue as a broodmare. And she would only get a few weeks reprieve before this hell began all over again.

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“Move it, cunts!” the orc Zahlorn growled and he slashed his whip at the backs and asses of Ygannea and her two daughters, Faylen and Seldanna. Ygannea stared sorrowfully at her daughter’s backs and rears, covered in ugly red welts. Seldanna’s back was lashed more severely than her sister’s. Zahlorn had chosen Faylen to carry his pack of belongings, so it was draped over her back, shielding much of it from the orc’s whip. But her it made her rear end the spot of choice to be whipped and it was painted red with nasty red welts and cuts.

The three elf maidens had been on a remote farm in the elven kingdom of Kahshara. A small party of orcs had raided the camp, killing her husband and stripping and ravaging Ygannea and her daughters. Now they were being marched back as slaves by Zahlorn while the rest of his party of orcs continued on, looking for other farms to raid. She could see the Great Forest ahead. She knew the orcs portal was in the middle of that forest, and that once she had her daughters would be through it, they would lose all hope of gaining their freedom. Ygannea knew she was helpless to save her daughters. All three were locked in slave yokes; she could not even move her arms. Not that it mattered. The orc would easily overpower her. There was nothing she could do. She and her daughters were doomed.

They reached the edge of the forest. “Alright, let’s break here.” Zahlorn said gruffly. Ygannea closed her eyes and fought back tears. Every time they took a break, the orc chose one of the three to fuck. “Please fuck me, Master,” Ygannea whimpered. That was the limit of her ability to help her daughters she realized. Trying to convince the orc to fuck her instead of them. Zahlorn took her up on the offer. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her forward. She could not brace herself with her wrists locked in the slave yoke and she crashed into the ground face first. A few seconds later, she felt Zahlorn’s rough hands grabbing her hips and pulling her up onto her knees with her face still pressed in the dirt and her ass raised in the air. She felt his cock against her sex and then a second later, he shoved forward hard and his cock speared painfully into her pussy. She closed her eyes and prayed it was over soon. And she prayed he would decide to fuck her until he reached climax, rather than finishing in one of the battered orifices of her daughters.

Suddenly there was shouting. “Master! Help me! Master, please help my Master!” Zahlorn stopped thrusting and turned in the direction of the forest. An elf slave came running out from the tree line, a look of panic on her face.

“Master, my owner was bathing in the stream. and something happened to him. I think he had a heart attack, or a stroke. He cried out and collapsed into the water. I pulled him out of the water, but I am not sure if he is breathing!”

Zahlorn pulled out of Ygannea and rose to his feet. He looked the slave up and down. She was collared and branded, and the brand had healed and scarred. She was not recently-enslaved.

“Please, Master, I do not want him to die!” the slave wailed.

Zahlorn grabbed Ygannea’s arm and turned to her daughters. “Keep up!” he snapped to them and he turned then to the new slave. “Show me where he is.”

The slave turned and started moving quickly back into the forest. Zahlorn dragged Ygannea as he followed the slave. Faylen and Seldanna followed behind him. They only travelled a hundred yards into the forest when Zahlorn saw another orc lying face down next to a stream. He let go of Ygannea and hurried over, crouching down in front of the other orc to examine him. The orc was not moving. Zahlorn flipped him over onto his back. His eyes widened as he stared at the orc and saw his slashed throat. This was clearly no heart attack or stroke. Zahlorn tried to stand, but suddenly a hand grabbed his forehead from behind and yanked his head back, exposing his neck. He felt a searing pain as a blade was drawn across his throat and he tried to scream, but no noise came out. Zahlorn fell down on top of the dead orc as he bled out. He was dead in less than a minute.

Jeardra leaned down and wiped the dagger clean on the back of the new dead orc. She reached up and removed her collar, which had only been placed around her throat as part of her ruse, and was not locked. Then she turned around to see Ygannea and her daughters staring at here wide-eyed, in shock. Jeardra stepped over to them and said in a soothing voice. “It is OK, you are safe now.” She saw the pack draped over Faylen’s back and she opened it, pulling out the orc’s various belongings, until she found a key. “I am going to unlock those yokes now and remove them and your collars.”

Ygannea nodded slowly, still unable to find words as Jeardra removed the yokes and collars on the two young elves first and then Ygannea. The orc had also had some clothes in the pack and she handed them over to Ygannea. They were quite big but at least would offer some modesty for the three naked elf maidens. There was also some food and she handed that over as well. She turned and pointed in a southwest direction. “It is not close, maybe a half day’s walk or a little longer, but if you walk straight in that direction, you will reach an outpost of Kahshara soldiers. The orcs are only raiding these lands in small raiding parties, and they seem to be trying to avoid the garrisons of soldiers. If you can make it there, you will be safe, at least for now. I wish you luck.” And then she turned and moved away quickly. “Thank you!” Ygannea called to Jeardra before she disappeared into the forest.

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General Yhendorn stared across the open field towards the forest. He was in the rearguard, studying the enemy intently as his own troops lined up in formation. As soon as the elves had approached, orcs had emerged from the tree line and began lining up in formation. The orcs were roaring and beating their weapons against the ground and their shields. The elvish army was almost 1000 yards away but the noise still sounded deafening. Or at least it felt that way. Yhendorn knew it was likely just the fact that the sound was so terrifying. And it was a noise an elven army had not heard for many millennia.

Yhendorn studied the lines of orcs. There were many thousands. And he had no idea how many might be hidden in the forest out of sight. But from the numbers he could see, the elven and orcs were about evenly-numbered. But the elves had their cavalry. The cavalry had decisively defeated the orcs in an open field outside of Salelenor, months ago. He prayed the outcome was the same this time. Yhendorn turned to his son who would lead the cavalry charge. “If the orcs charge, wait until they 350 yards away before you charge. And if they retreat, try to ride around them and cut off their retreat before they make it back to the forest. But do not pursue them into the forest.” Vulas nodded and rode his horse back to the cavalry units who were in the front of the center vanguard, in front of the infantry. Yhendorn turned to his daughter. “Stay close to me,” he said.

Amnestria frowned. She did not want to stay back in the rearguard with her father. But she was a dutiful soldier and would obey her commander, who happened to be her father, without question. “Yes, sir,” Amnestria said as she stared out at the mass of orcs lining up in front of the tree line.

On the other side of the field, at the edge of the Great Forest, Grimnor stared across at the elves. It was time. He raised his sword. “Attack!” he screamed and the orcs roared even louder as they began charging. The orcs charged in three columns. Grimnor was in charge of the center column, Grakam the right, and Orgzul the left.

Across the field, Yhendorn stared at the charging orcs. “Archers, draw!” Yhendorn screamed as the orcs began charging towards them. He waited as they closed the distance. 800 yards, 700, yards, then 600 yards. As soon as they reached 600 yards, he bellowed “Loose!” Hundreds of elven archers unleashed a volley of arrows. The range of their bows was 500 yards but Yhendorn knew the orcs would close that distance before the arrows reached their targets. As the orcs continued their charge the arrows began landing, striking dozens of orcs. The archers fired volley after volley, picking off more and more orcs as they charged.

As the orcs drew within 350 yards, Vulas screamed “Charge!” and the cavalry charged, heading for the center of the charging orcs. “Cease fire!” Yhendorn ordered the archers. “Infantry charge!” The infantry began to charge, falling in behind the cavalry. The orcs continued their charge as the distance closed between them and the elves’ cavalry. But then as the cavalry drew close, the orcs suddenly stopped. The orcs in the front started to fall back. Vulas assumed they were retreating, knowing they could not withstand a cavalry charge. But orcs immediately behind the very front of the vanguard kept moving forward so that they were in the front. They lined up in a tight formation and thrust forward long pikes, presenting a massive spiked wall.

Vulas did not pull back. The calvary crashed into the wall of pikes and the screams of dying and grievously wounded orcs, elves, and horses rang through the air. The orcs’ pikes managed to reduce the effectiveness of the cavalry somewhat and they did not break the orc line right away. But the cavalry still was effective; and they trampled and chopped down numerous orcs as the elves tried to break the orcs’ formation. Vulas swung his sword, killing orc after orc, the orcs’ lances mostly glancing off his horse’s armor and none doing serious damage. Other elves were not so lucky. As their horses were stabbed and fell, the fallen elves were quickly stabbed as well. But the elves had the upper hand. Most of the orcs began falling back, retreating towards the forest. “Do not let them retreat!” Vulas screamed. He began leading the cavalry forward, trying to circle around the orcs and cut them off at the rear. The elven infantry had reached the orcs front lines at this point and were chopping down the orcs as they tried to retreat. Vulas wanted to attack from the rear, pinning them between the elves cavalry and infantry and slaughter them. If they could keep them from retreating to the forest, they could crush the whole orc army.

But then suddenly, as the drew closer to the Great Forest, Vulas heard a roaring stampede. He looked past the mass of orcs and saw something charging from the tree line. At first, he could not tell what they were. But as they drew closer, he realized they were centaurs, with orcs riding them. Vulas’s eyes widened in shock. How as that possible? Behind the centaurs were more orcs riding horses and what appeared to be massive dogs. It seemed the orcs now had their own cavalry.

The orcs’ cavalry closed the distance fast and Vulas knew he had no choice but to engage them. “In formation!” Vulas screamed as the mass of centaurs charging upon their position. Elves on horse and orcs on centaurs crashed together. The orcs were armed with spears and they began stabbing the elves on their horses. The centaurs themselves were armed with spears, axes, and swords and they took began hacking away at the elves and the horses as well. Screams rang out from the elves. They were no match for the orcs’ new cavalry. The orcs soon overwhelmed Vulas’s forces and began chopping them down.

“Tighten your formations! Tight…” Vulas commands were cut off as a spear drove through this chest, killing him instantly. Seeing their leader killed was the clear sign for the rest of the cavalry that they elves were outmatched. Most of the elves’ cavalry turned and tried to retreat. But it was too late. They were surrounded. Grimnor watched as his cavalry, led by Urzkhal, began chopping down the elves’ calvary. “Orcs, charge!” he screamed and the orcs’ infantry stopped retreating, turned, and charged again, heading straight for the elves’ infantry. The two infantries clashed.

Yhendorn watched in horror from the rearguard as the elves were quickly overwhelmed and pushed back. The elves infantry was no match for the orcs. Their only advantage had been their cavalry. And his cavalry had just been decimated by the centaurs. Yhendorn knew that it was over and it was a route. He had seen his son fall. But he knew he did not have time to dwell on that. He had an entire army and kingdom to save. “Fall back! Retreat!” Yhendorn yelled. The elves’ rearguard was back from the battle still and they turned and began to retreat.

But Orgzul and his column of orcs had not retreated with the others. As planned, they had charged ahead from the left to flank the elves. Yhendorn realized too late that they had been outflanked as Orgzul’s forces came crashing upon them from the other side, pinning them. The screams and shouts out elves rang out as the orcs began chopping them down. It was chaos as the elves tried to retreat but there was nowhere to go. Yhendorn and the other senior officers knew there was nothing they could do. They tried to ride through the chaos on their horses in retreat. They knew that surrender was useless. The orcs did not accept surrender or take prisoners. They slaughtered and enslaved.

Amnestria was beside Yhendorn as they tried to ride away but then suddenly, she cried out as an arrow caught her shoulder and she went crashing off her horse. Yhendorn yanked his horse’s reigns and tried to turn it around to go back for his daughter. Another arrow caught his horse in the neck and the horse screamed and fell, sending Yhendorn crashing to the ground. He was stunned for a few seconds but then he climbed to his feet. He saw Amnestria on the ground crawling as a pair of orcs charged at her. Yhendorn drew his sword and charged at the orcs. He swung his blade, killing the first orc. The second swung his own blade at Yhendorn but Yhendorn barely managed to dodge it and then stabbed the orc through the chest.

“Father, watch out!” Amnestria screamed and Yhendorn turned in the direction his daughter was looking. He saw another orc charging at him. Yhendorn raised his sword and swung it at the charging orc. The orc swung his own sword and the two blades met. The orc was powerful and Yhendorn was barely able to hold onto his sword as the blades smashed together. The orc began hacking away and Yhendorn was barely able to parry the orc’s swings.

Orgzul had recognized that Yhendorn was the commanding officer as Yhendorn shouted commands, and by his insignias and armor, and Orgzul had gone straight for him. Orgzul swing his sword over and over, pushing Yhendorn back. Yhendorn was a skilled warrior but he was no match for Orgzul. Orgzul swung again and this time Yhendorn was a split second too slow. Orgzul’s blade caught his arm, piercing his armor. Yhendorn screamed and dropped his sword, falling backwards onto the ground.

Orgzul stood over Yhendorn, prepared to finish off the elf when he heard Amnestria wail, “No father!” Orgzul turned and saw the distraught elf maiden and he smiled, realizing that the two were father and daughter. More orcs raced over and a warrior grabbed Amnestria. As Orgzul looked around, he saw that the battle was all but over. The elves were completely surrounded and swarmed by orcs that were chopping them down or capturing them. With the battle all but over, it was time to celebrate. Orgzul turned to the orc that had grabbed Amnestria. “Strip her,” he commanded and then he turned and plunged his sword into Yhendorn’s belly, causing the general to scream in pain and Amnestria to scream in dismay.

Orgzul crouched down next to Yhendorn. “I want to congratulate you, elf,” Orgzul said. “Your ear will be the first elf ear on my necklace.” He showed Yhendorn his necklace of ears. “And your daughter will wear my collar around her throat. As you die, know that she and every other elf cunt in your kingdom will spent the rest of their miserable lives as cum receptacles for the orcs. As you leave this world, I will show you what the rest of her life will be like.” He set down his sword and unsheathed his dagger. Orgzul heard Amnestria crying out as her clothing was cut away by the other orc, and Orgzul leaned in and used his dagger to cut off Yhendorn’s ear, earning more pained screams from the elf. Orgzul placed the severed ear in a small pouch attached to his belt. He stood up and looked down at Yhendorn as the elf general slowly bled out from the grievous stab wound in his belly.

Orgzul turned and stepped over to the now- stripped Amnestria, who was pinned to the ground and sobbing. “Step aside, I am fucking this one first,” Orgzul commanded the other orc and he climbed on top of Amnestria, forcing her thighs open and settling in between them. He lined up his cock at her sex and drove his hips forward, impaling her with one brutal thrust. As he began driving his cock in and out of the sobbing elf maiden, a dying Yhendorn watched helplessly, unable to move or even call out to his daughter.

Amnestria wailed as she was brutally fucked and as she turned to look at her after, she saw his glassy, lifeless eyes.

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

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