The Tale of Orgzul: Part 2 – The Spoils of War

Orgzul groaned loudly as he climaxed inside Amnestria. He climbed off of the sobbing elf maiden and looked down at her. “Welcome to the rest of your life, slave,” he said coldly and he reached to his belt and pulled free an iron collar, leaning down and locking it around her throat. It had his initials on it and would identify her as belonging to him. He looked her over. She was quite pretty. She had blonde, pale skin and deep blue eyes. More importantly, she had pert breasts and a curvy ass. And most importantly, he had discovered she had a nice, tight cunt. It had not juiced up well but he knew it would eventually after she was fully broken and conditioned into slavery.

As Orgzul looked over his new slave, he saw that the arrow was still in her shoulder. He turned to the orc that had stripped her. “Have that arrow removed. Then bind her like the others. And anyone is free to fuck her.” There were way more male elves in the army than females, it appeared, so there would be way more orcs than female captives. They would all be getting fucked quite a lot in their very near future. The orc hauled Amnestria away and Orgzul scanned the battlefield. The battle was now completely over. Orcs were moving through the bodies, finishing off any male elves and stripping and binding any females that were not too injured. Those deemed so injured that they were unlikely survive the trek back to Aegor were killed along with the males. There were many orc bodies littering the field, both dead and wounded, but their casualties looked to be much lower than the elves. It appeared to have been a decisive victory.

Orgzul had placed Yhendorn’s severed ear in a pouch at his belt and he removed it, along with a thick needle. He pierced a hole through the ear and then unfastened his necklace to add the elf ear to the end of the necklace. He glanced down at Yhendorn’s lifeless body. Around him, many other orcs from his clan were looking for the bodies of elves they had killed to similarly cut off an ear to take. It was the way of the Ear Ripper Clan. Others were stripping and binding sobbing elf maidens. Their ears were safe; not even the Ear Ripper Clan liked to disfigure their slaves in that way, though slaves kept by the clan usually had their ears pierced with multiple piercings.

“Orgzul!” a voice called, and Orgzul turned to see Grimnor approaching. The two orcs grasped arms in greeting and grinned. “A decisive victory,” Grimnor said.

“Aye,” Orgzul said in agreement. “After all the fuss some made about the supposed might of these elves, they did not put up much of a fight. But their females will certainly make better slaves than soldiers.”

“Aye, the slavers will be arriving soon to take them back to the portal. They are all destined for breeding camps or labor camps.” The orcs had decided to send most female elf warriors to labor camps or breeding camps or fuck pits, places where they would have their minds completely shattered and their bodies physically broken and they would not be a threat. Word had gotten out about two elf slaves who were former warriors and had killed orc overseers in a labor camp and tried to escape. From now on, the orcs were going to be careful, and the elf slaves going to labor camps would be harshly broken and undergo brutal reconditioning by slavers before they were sent off to the camps.

“I have decided to keep one myself as a slave,” Orgzul announced. “She is the daughter of the elves’ commander. I am keeping his ear and his daughter.”

Grimnor nodded. Most orcs would not be permitted to keep the captured warriors as slaves, because of the new policy of sending them all to fuck pits or breeding or labor camps. They would get their chance to take personal slaves when the orcs sacked the villages or cities. But Orgzul was a clan chieftain and got more leeway than most orcs. Plus, Grimnor knew that Orgzul would be careful.

Grimnor looked around the battlefield. Warriors were beginning to collect the bodies of dead orcs while orc and goblin medics were tending to the wounded orcs. “I will know the final casualty count soon and we suffered losses for sure, but not as many as I thought we would,” he said. “We will burn our dead in a funeral pyre tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate our victory.”

Orgzul nodded. He was eager to sample more elf cunts. But now he would help tend to the wounded from his clan.

………………

After capturing Avshera and Eliana, Drornurl and Thromm had loaded them onto their hell hounds and ridden off with them. Eliana had continued begging and pleading to be released, insisting to the orcs that she was not meant to be a slave and that Avshera made a much better slave and they should just keep her. The orcs had eventually tired of her yammering so they gagged both slaves, even though Avshera had not said a word. Avshera was accepting her fate with sad resignation. However, Eliana’s continuing efforts to surrender Avshera in an effort to save herself from slavery had hurt the young elf. She had served her Mistress so faithfully and now the human woman was showing that Avshera’s loyalty and devotion had meant nothing. Avshera was terrified of ending up owned by orcs again but she though it was fair justice that Eliana would learn the humiliation and suffering of being a slave to orcs as well.

The orcs rode for a few hours but stopped as the sun was about to set. Thromm jumped off the back of his hellhound. “Let’s make camp here,” he said.

He pulled Avshera off the hellhound as Drornurl got off the other hellhound and pulled Eliana off. The hell hounds also carried large bundles of the two orc brothers’ belongings, including a tent, which Drornurl set up while Thromm fed the two slaves some slave gruel. He ungagged them but kept their wrists bound so they had to eat by dipping their faces into the bowls, a way of eating that Avshera was familiar but proved quite difficult and humiliating for Eliana. It amused Avshera as she watched Eliana in her humiliation. Eliana would need to start understanding she was an animal now.

While the slaves ate, Thromm fed the hell hounds. Eliana was bitter when she noticed that the chunks of meat the hounds got was a better quality of food than the bland, fishy slave gruel that she was forced to eat. But Avshera did not even notice; she had survived on slave gruel her entire time as a slave to the orcs. It was a very familiar taste.

The orcs made a fire and cooked up some meat for themselves, making Eliana even more bitter. The two slaves’ wrists were unbound and they were made to kneel at the fire while the two orcs ate. Avshera’s knew how to kneel well and the orcs made her teach Eliana. Avshera felt some delight in the fact that she was now nominally above Eliana now, as the better-trained slave.

Drornurl finished eating first. He gestured Avshera to crawl over. “On all fours and present yourself to be fucked,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Avshera replied and she quickly got in position, getting on her hands and knees and raising her ass and parting her thighs. Drornurl knelt down behind her and grabbed her hips. He lined up his cock at her pussy and drove his hips forward, burying his cock into her cunt, and began thrusting away. Within only a minute, Avshera’s eyes were closed and she began moaning loudly.

Thromm finished eating and he wanted to fuck as well. He ordered Eliana to get on her hands and knees beside Avshera. “Please, I am not some submissive slut. Please don’t make me…” she cried, but her pleas were cut off when Thromm backhanded her across the face.

“On all fours and present your cut now!” he barked. Crying softly, Eliana complied. She felt Thromm position behind her. He pushed her legs further apart and lined up his cock at her cunt. Eliana closed her eyes and braced herself for what was coming. As the orc started to force his cock into her, Eliana cried out in pain. Thromm also grunted in discomfort and paused. “Your cunt is as dry as a bone!” he snarled. “What a worthless slave you are!” He turned and looked enviously at his brother, who was groaning as he climaxed inside Avshera.

As soon as Drornurl was done, Thromm beckoned Avshera over. “I know you are good at getting this slave’s cunt nice and wet with your tongue, since that is what you were doing when we captured you. Get her cunt wet.”

“Yes, Master,” Avshera replied and she turned to stare at Eliana’s ass and pussy. How ironic she thought to herself. She had done this so many times but now it was for the purpose of getting a fellow slave ready to be fucked by an orc master, not to service her Mistress. Avshera leaned in, pushing her face in between Eliana’s ass cheeks and began lapping at her slit. Normally Eliana derived so much pleasure from Avshera’s tongue but she felt no pleasure at the moment. She knew this was only to prepare her to be brutally fucked by an orc. Still, in spite of her resistance, she had trained Avshera well and Avshera knew all the right tricks to get Eliana aroused quicky. Soon the scent of her wet, aroused cunt filled the air.

Thromm smelled it too. “Alright that is enough, slave,” he told Avshera and he pulled her away. A second later, he was positioned behind her again, and Eliana felt his cock once again pressing against her sex. He thrust forward and his cock slid into her much more easily, though Eliana still felt herself being painfully stretched from the orc’s very large cock as he forced himself inside her. It pushed in deeper and deeper and Eliana’s pussy stretched to engulf it. Thromm enjoyed the warm tightness and he groaned in pleasure.

Once Thromm was fully embedded into her cunt, he pulled back and then drove his cock into her again, earning a dismayed wail form Eliana. He began thrusting hard, slamming his cock in and out of the human slave’s tight cunt.

Eliana hated every moment of it. At least at first. But the pain started to melt away and then it started to feel good. The wetness of her pussy increased and she felt a warm tingle forming deep in her loins., Soon her arousal was a steady roar. Eliana caught herself moaning and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the noises. But as Thromm continued pounding away, Eliana was soon gasping and moaning again. She felt an orgasm building and she tried so hard to ignore the sensation, but it was impossible. She gasped loudly and then cried out as the intense orgasm washed over her. Thromm groaned as he continued pounding her from behind, her cunt clenching around his cock sending him over the edge and he came inside her.

Avshera watched, amused, listening as Eliana orgasmed loudly. She thought back to first time being ravaged by the orcs. She had derived no pleasure at all, only pain and suffering. It had not been until many days or weeks in the fuck pit that her mind had been shattered and her body had started to adjust to being fucked and she felt even the slightest amount of pleasure. Eliana had told Avshera that Avshera was a “natural slave” and that Eliana in contrast was naturally dominant. Yet Eliana had cum intensely and succumbed to her arousal after only two orc cocks. It seemed she was a natural slave too.

Thromm pulled out of Eliana an she collapsed to the ground. She was humiliated and ashamed. When they had been captured, Drornurl had raped her and it had been nothing but painful and disgusting and degrading. But now, only the second time she was fucked, her body had found such pleasure in it that she had intensely orgasmed, despite the revulsion she still felt in her mind. Eliana realized she was quickly breaking and being conditioned into slavery and the thought horrified her.

………………

Laerdya was kneeling at the feet of Groto, weakly sobbing, her vision blurry. Groto had just beaten her for spilling a drink on the lap of Hagger Axechains, chief of the Savage Spirit Clan. She had spilled it when she was serving Hagger, and the orc had reached out and pinched her nipple. This had caused her to jump and spill the drink. It had been an accident but it had earned her punishment nonetheless. According to Groto as he beat the wailing elf maiden, slaves must always be expected to be touched by their orc masters and should not jump in surprise when they were.

“I… I am sorry, Master,” Laerdya sobbed. “It will not happen again.” Groto grabbed Laerdya by the hair and yanked her up, pushing her against a tree.

“You are a sorry excuse of a slave,” he growled. “Now spread your legs and stop your crying.” Laerdya tried her best to compose herself as she parted her legs. Groto reached down and pushed his fingers between her legs and into her pussy. Her pussy was quite slick, which he confirmed when he pulled out his fingers to inspect them. Groto pressed his fingers to Laerdya’s lips and she parted them and opened her mouth, taking in his fingers to suck them clean. She wanted to throw up, disgusted and humiliated at the thought of being forced to taste her own body’s secretions. A few months ago, as a princess, she could have never imagined being treated in such a way. Now such treatment was her daily routine.

“It seems you are a wanton slut, even if you are stupid and clumsy, by the way your cunt juices up” Groto observed. Groto dropped his pants and stroked his cock a few times until it was hard. The orc chief grabbed Laerdya’s legs and hoisted her up, pressing her back and ass into the tree as he positioned himself between her open thighs. Soon he was roughly thrusting into her.

Miriella watched from a distance as she chopped wood. She felt sorry for Laerdya. When the orcs had broken Miriella into slavery, the first few weeks had been very cruel. But after that, if she was a good and obedient slave, their cruelty was limited. But it seemed these orcs from the Savage Spirit Clan were excessively cruel. But Miriella knew that both she and Laerdya were slaves. They were at the mercy of the orcs and the orcs could do with them whatever they pleaded. It was just the way things were.

Groto groaned loudly as he came inside Laerdya and dropped her to the ground. He turned, looking around until his eyes rested on Miriella. “Slave, come over here,” he ordered.

Miriella hurried over and knelt at his feet. “Yes, Master?”

“You are going to help train this slave. Rise, both of you,” Groto ordered. Both Miriella and Laerdya rose to their feet. Groto picked up the tray that Mirella had dropped when she spilled her drink. He looked around, scanning the ground until he found a large rock. “Hold out your left hand to hold the tray,” he ordered Laerdya. As soon as her hand was out, he set the tray on it and then he placed the rock on the tray. “Use your other hand and masturbate,” he ordered. Laerdya reached down with her other hand and began to play with herself.

Groto scanned the ground again until he found a sapling and he ripped away a branch and fashioned a switch. He handed it to Miriella. “You are going to teach this cunt not to be clumsy. Every time she drops the tray or rock, you are to switch her ass ten times. HARD. And you are to count to 60 silently in your head. Every time you reach 60, you will reach out and twist one of her nipples hard. If it makes her drop the rock, another 10 lashes and then start over your count. You will do this until I return. If her nipples aren’t nice and discolored when I return then I will know you didn’t give her nipples good twists and I will punish you both. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” Miriella said softly.

“Good, now begin.” He walked off to tend to other business. Miriella looked sympathetically at Laerdya. The rock on the tray was much heavier than the cup she had spilled. She was already straining to hold it. Miriella knew this was going to be a rough time for Laerdya as she counted silently in her head. When she reached 60, Miriella reached out with her hand and twisted Laerdya’s left nipple hard. Laerdya cried out and twisted her body, sending the rock tumbling.

Miriella’s eyes teared up. “I am sorry I have to do this. Bend over and present your ass to be switched.” Laerdya started to cry as she bent over. She hated being lashed so much. As Miriella began lashing Laerdya’s poor ass, she wished Grimnor and his clan were here, rather than the cruel Savage Spirit Clan.

………………

The elf maiden Naevys cried out as the goblin roughly thrusted into her from behind. The other goblin held her down so she couldn’t struggle.

 

Naevys was a scout in the army from the kingdom of Kahshara and had been ambushed by the pair of goblins and abducted. She was not their only prisoner. The goblins had also taken a mother and daughter named Leilatha and Aila from a farm before they had captured Naevys. The goblins were taking their three prisoners back to their portal. They had been walking through the Great Forest for almost a week. Naevys knew that no elf would be this deep in the Great Forest to save them. No elves entered the Great Forest anymore.

Leilatha and Aila were tied to a tree. Cum was oozing down Aila’s thigh. The goblin holding down Naevys had fucked Aila before he began helping his friend fuck Naevys. Leilatha and Aila watched sadly as Naevys was roughly fucked. Leilatha reached out and took her daughter’s hand, squeezing it, trying to comfort her. But it was little comfort for the young elf, who had been abused by the orcs constantly and was terrified of the cruel life of slavery that awaited her.

Leilatha heard the crack of a twig but it did not register. Her mind was focused on the dread she felt for the cruel fate that was being thrusted upon her poor daughter. The goblins also did not notice the cracking twig; they were quite preoccupied holding down and fucking Naevys.

Suddenly there was a crashing noise and someone started running towards them. The goblin holding down Naevys looked up, but it was too late. Jeardra swing the sword and buried it in the goblin’s neck. He let out a scream as blood sprayed everywhere. The other goblin jumped up in shock but before he could do anything else, Jeardra stabbed him through the chest. He died almost instantly. Jeardra turned back to the first goblin who was writhing around on the ground screaming, as he bled out, Jeardra stabbed him through the chest, finishing him off.

Jeardra reached out and took Naevys’s arm and gently helped her to her feet. Then she headed over to Leilatha and Aila and cut away the ropes holding them.

“Thank you,” Naevys said to Jeardra as Leilatha hugged Aila tightly. “Did you escape from the orcs here in the forest?”

Jeardra shook her head. “No, I was captured and then rescued elsewhere. But I came to this forest to kill the orcs and goblins as they bring back captured elf maidens.”

“You are very brave,” Naevys said. “If I had escaped these vile creatures, I am not sure I would have had the courage to come here in the heart of the territory they control.”

“Well, the orcs took everything from me,” Jeardra said, hatred in her trembling voice. “I have nothing to go back to. So, I will kill as many of these vile things as I can, and save as many elf maidens as I can. It is all I have to live for.” She pointed west. “Head that way to leave the forest but stay off the main paths. You do not want to be captured again. Take the goblins food before you leave.”

“Thank you; you saved my daughter and me from an unimaginably cruel fate,” Leilatha said.

Jeardra smiled to them. “Be safe,” she said.

She turned to depart but then Naevys called to her. “Wait!” Jeardra stopped and turned back. “So, you are just here in this first killing every orc and goblin you see with elf maidens as prisoners?”

Jeardra nodded. “That is my plan.”

“My husband, my family, everyone I knew was in Yllho Dorthore when the orcs sacked it,” Naevys said. “I also have nothing to go back to. Can… I come with you. Two of us together can kill more orcs and goblins than we each could individually.”

Jeardra considered the offer for a moment and then nodded. “My name is Jeardra.”

“I am Naevys,” Naevys replied.

“Take the dead goblins’ weapons and come with me,” Jeardra said and then she started heading east, deeper into the Great Forest. Naevys grabbed the weapons and began following Jeardra. Now there were two.

………………

Eliana listened to the orcs Drornurl and Thromm snoring loudly as she twisted and rotated her wrists, desperately trying to loosen the rope binding them. The prior night, she had been bound and set down the orcs’ tent head to toe with Avshera while the orcs slept. Avshera was sound asleep but Eliana had barely slept a wink. She was desperate to avoid the slavery that these orcs had forced upon her. Avshera had seemed to accept her own fate, but Eliana refused to give in and accept hers. And so, while the others slept, she was trying desperately to loosen the rope holding her wrists, trying to free herself so maybe she could slip away. She knew the orcs’ hell hounds were slumbering outside the tent. She knew they would easily be able to pick up her scent. But she didn’t care. She had to try! She was desperate. She had to get away!

But the orcs had tied her bindings tight. Even after hours of trying she was barely able to loosen her wrists. And then Thromm woke up. He groaned and sat up and looked around. Defeated, Eliana stopped struggling and sank her head back down on the ground. From her position, she was face to face with Avshera’s swollen, red pussy. It was leaking orc cum from the day and night prior and smelled quite ripe. Eliana assumed her own pussy was in a similarly disgusting state.

Eliana heard Thromm rise and then turned and watched as he lumbered over to her. “Wake up sluts,” he growled. Avshera quickly awoke and looked at Thromm fearfully. He bent down and started to untie the two slaves, untying Avshera first. When he got to Eliana’s wrists, he saw how chafed they were, even in the feint light of the tent. “Slut were you trying to escape your bindings?” he growled.

No,” Eliana whimpered.

Thromm slapped her hard across the face. “You will call me Master when you address, me slut,” he growled. “And lying slaves will not be tolerated.” He hauled Eliana to her feet and began to drag her out of the tent. “Go grab my slave flogger,” he instructed Avshera.

“Yes, Master,” Avshera said and she went to fetch the flogger from Thromm’s belongings in the tent. Thromm threw Eliana onto the ground. “Punishment position,” he growled.

“Please do not whip me! I am so sore already!” Eliana cried.

“Your number of lashings just tripled cunt. Its two times because you failed to call me Master again and three times because you did not immediately comply with my order. You are a slave and you will unquestionably and immediately obey every order given to you.”

“This slave begs forgiveness, Master,” Eliana sobbed as she got into the punishment position, getting on fours with her back and ass exposed for the whip.

Avshera was kneeling at Thromm’s feet with the whip in her mouth. Thromm gave her an amused look on his face. “Did this cunt here teach you to carry a whip in your mouth?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” Avshera replied, her words slurred and muffled by the whip handle.

“Well now she is a slave just like you, and you are going to help me train her and make her understand she is a slave,” Thromm said and he took the whip from Avshera’s mouth and turned back to Eliana. Eliana heard the flogger swish the air and a second later she felt an explosion of pain across her ass. Eliana screamed in agony. A second later, the flogger sliced through the air again and struck her back. Eliana screamed in pain again. Over and over Thromm whipped Eliana until she was a sobbing, blubbering mess.

Finally, Thromm stopped whipping her. Her pained screams had awoken Drornurl and he came lumbering out of the tent. “The human cunt being a problem again?” he asked, and Thromm nodded. “You busy with the elf cunt? I need my cock sucked.” Drornurl asked Thromm.

“Go tend to his cock,” Thromm instructed Avshera.

“Yes, Master,” she said softly and she began to drawl over to Drornurl. “And you tend to mine,” Thromm ordered Eliana. The tender flesh of her back and ass still stinging fiercely, Eliana got on her knees in front of Thromm. “Kiss my cock and balls first,” he ordered.

Humiliated, Eliana leaned in, trying to ignore the sour smell of his unwashed genitals and pressed her lips against his balls and began to gently kiss them, planting kiss after kiss all over his balls and then the shaft of his cock, which quickly hardened.

“Now lick my balls,” he ordered. Trying to push aside her disgust, Eliana stuck out her tongue and began licking Thromm’s sweaty, sour balls. After she had swirled her tongue around the orc’s balls for a few minutes, he ordered her to lick his cock. As Eliana started licking his shaft, she heard the wet noises of Avshera sucking and slurping away at Drornurl’s cock. “Now wrap your licks around it and start sucking, cunt,” Thromm ordered. “I don’t need to tell you what I will do to you if I feel your teeth even brush against my cock.”

Eliana knew quite well what would happen. She had been whipped more than once for it in the days prior. She wrapped her lips around Thromm’s thick cock and slowly began to slide her mouth down the shaft. Eliana struggled to get more than half of it into her mouth. As soon as it pressed against the back of her throat, she gagged.

“Use your tongue, cunt. Suck harder! Yet another piss poor cock-sucking by you, you useless cunt,” Thromm growled. Eliana tried to improve on her method but she apparently did not do well enough, as Thromm slapped her hard across the face.

Avshera was doing a much better job; Drornurl groaned loudly as he came. Seeing that his brother was finished, Thromm called over Avshera and she crawled back to him, Drornurl’s cum all over her face. “Slave, show your useless slave sister the proper way to suck cock,” he ordered.

“Yes Master,” Avshera said and she leaned in and took Thromm’s cock into her mouth, tightened her lips around it and then driving her mouth up and down, taking more and more of the orc cock into her mouth with each stroke until it was the whole way down her throat and her lips were stretched around the base of his cock. Thromm closed his eyes and groaned as he enjoyed the sensation of the young elf working his cock with her mouth and tongue. Eliana watched as Avshera licked and sucked the cock. She knew that Avshera had been terrified of orcs and slavery when Eliana found her. But Eliana had done a good of breaking Avshera and conditioning her being an obedient and pleasing slave, and now these orcs were reaping the benefits. If Avshera was at all scared or repulsed by the orcs, one wouldn’t know it with the way she enthusiastically sucked their cocks.

After a minute, Thromm pushed Avshera’s head away. He motioned Eliana over. “Now you again. You better do better this time. Fighting back tears, Eliana leaned in again and wrapped her lips around the orc’s cock. She began to slide her lips down the orc’s shaft once again, using her tongue to lick the underside as she did. She managed to get more of it down her throat but still gagged when it pushed into the back of her throat.

“Help her. Give this useless cunt pointers or something,” a frustrated Thromm growled to Avshera. Avshera positioned herself next to Eliana. Taking Eliana’s hand, she lifted it up and placed it around the base of Thromm’s sock. “Use your hand too until it gets easier to take him down your throat, she offered. She began to instruct Eliana how to jerk his cock with her hand while she licked and sucked on the head of his cock. Eliana obediently followed Avshera’s instructions.

“Now relax your throat and breathe through your nose, so you don’t gag as much,” Avshera said, and she began to push Eliana’s head to force mor of the cock down her throat. Eliana continued to follow Avshera’s instructions. Eliana found that she able to get most of the orc’s cock down her throat and her head began bobbing up and down and she began licking and sucking away. Within a couple minutes, Thromm groaned and climaxed, and Eliana swallowed all his cum.

Thromm ordered Eliana to lick and suck his cock lean, which she did. Then Drornurl set out two bowls of slave gruel and the two slaves hungrily ate. The orcs also fed their hellhounds and then they ate. When all had eaten, the orc brothers loaded up their gear, placed Avshera and Eliana onto the backs of the hellhounds and them mounted the dogs behind the slaves. “Time to get you both to a slaver,” Thromm announced, and then they were off.

………………

It was the night after the battle and the orcs were celebrating their victory, The victory had been decisive. Out of the 15,000 elves that had participated in the battle, every male, all 12,000 of them had been killed. Of the 3,000 female soldiers, approximately 500 had been killed and the remaining 2,500 were captured. Those 2,500 new slaves were now the unwilling participants in the orcs’ violent orgy. The orcs had lost less than 1,000 warriors in the battle. There were over 20,000 orcs celebrating that night. The captive elf maidens had a long, brutal night ahead of them.

In addition to the orcs that had participated in the battle, the orcs’ slaver caravan had arrived. The slaver caravan was a band of a few hundred orcs, all slavers and their apprentices, from different tribes that would follow around the orc marauders to process the slaves, take them back to Aegor, and distribute them throughout orc territory. These elf captives were all soldiers so distributing them would not be complicated. Some would go to the orcs new breeding camp; the rest would be distributed to labor camps. The unlucky captured officers would take a detour to Gnarlug for interrogation before they were sent to their final destination. Gnarlug was not far. The orcs did not want to have to transport their captives for two weeks back to the portal before they started getting useful information that may prove critical for their war-fighting efforts. So Gnarlug had set up a camp on the edge of the Great Forest where the chosen captives could be interrogated. Already agonized screams rang out from the forest as Gnarlug began his interrogations of some of the most senior officers that were captured.

But the slavers would not take away the remaining slaves to the portal yet. Until the orcs marched on to their next engagement, the elf maidens would remain here for the orcs to use in their victory celebration. And they were being used hard. The air was filled with the sounds of orc grunts, elf cries, flesh slapping against flesh, and whips biting into flesh.

Grimnor was sitting around a fire with Orgzul, Urzkhal, and Grakam. Grimnor was trying out Orgzul’s new slave, Amnestria. She was on all fours, her face mashed into the dirt and her ass in the air, as Grimnor roughly fucked her from behind. Perhaps luckily for Amnestria, she was barely conscious at this point. She had been used hard all day and night by a variety of orcs.

“She has a nice cunt, she should make a fine slave,” Grimnor remarked to Orgzul as he continued thrusting away. “Just make sure your slavers completely break her since she is a warrior.”

Orgzul nodded. “Of course. I expect when I return from this war, they will have molded her into the perfect little slut.” Orgzul would not bring Amnestria along with him as he participated in the invasion of Elevosia. She would be sent back to the Aegor and the territory of the Ear Ripper Clan to be broken and trained. Orgzul expected he would return home to a fully-trained slave. “She is the daughter of their general, so I will have her sent to Gnarlug first. I assume she has lots of useful information,” Orgzul added.

Grimnor nodded. “Good.” He grunted as he came inside Amnestria. When he was done, he shoved her over to Orgzul, who lowered his pants. He had tried out his new slave’s cunt and mouth, but still have to sampled her ass. While Grimnor and Orgzul shared Amnestria, Urzkhal, and Grakam each were each fucking a new slave. Like Amnestria, they were barely conscious from their long ordeals.

“The cavalry performed excellently,” Grimnor said to Urzkhal.

“Aye, the centaurs really made the difference,” he replied as he continued thrusting into the elf maiden. “And we managed to captured dozens of horses from the elves in this battel that were not too badly injured. Our cavalry will grow with every victory.”

Orgzul nodded as he began pushing his cock into Amnestria’s ass. “Just save some elves for us infantry,” Orgzul said laughing. “I need lots more elf ears to add to my necklace.”

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

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