The Tale of Orgzul: Part 3 –War Plans

It was the morning after the battle. The captured elf maiden warriors, now slaves, were exhausted from being ravished through the night and well into the morning. But they were to receive no rest. The orcs had put them to work. That upcoming night, the orcs that were killed in the battle would be ritually burned in a funeral pyre, as was orc tradition, and the slaves were being made to collect wood from the forest for the pyres and to transport the orcs’ bodies to the pyres. The new slaves also had another unpleasant task: Dragging away the bodies of over 12,000 of their fallen elf comrades to one edge of the field, away from the orcs’ temporary camp, to be dumped in a mass grave.

Amnestria had been working most of the morning transporting bodies. She was utterly exhausted, terrified, and devastated. The last day had been pure hell. Her father, her brother, and so many other of her fellow soldiers had been slaughtered. She now faced the nightmare of slavery. And after being ravaged almost non-stop for the past day, now she was being forced to work. And as bad as the last day had been, she was crushed with the overwhelming dread that this was what the rest of her life would be.

Amnestria toiled into the afternoon when one of the slavers overseeing the slaves’ work pulled her away and took her to Orgzul. Orgzul was standing with one of the slavers from his clan, an orc that would be taking her back to the village of Bhezur, in the territory controlled by the Ear Ripper Clan, to break and train his new slave.

Orgzul ordered Amnestria into display position. She had been taught the position the night prior and she complied, locking her hands behind her head as she stood with her chest thrust out and her legs parted wide. She was humiliated to display her body like this.  But she had suffered countless humiliations that were much worse since being captured.  Orgzul and the slaver eyed her up and down as Orgzul gave the slaver his instructions. “Her ears pierced of course.” The slaver nodded. Most orcs from the Ear Ripper Clan liked their slaves with pierced ears, and normally multiple piercings on each ear. Orgzul continued. “With my human slaves I usually like the traditional 5 piercings on each ear, but I bet you can get at least 7 or 8 with an elf. Just make it look nice.”

“Of course,” the slaver replied. He reached out and pinched her ear, pulling it out to inspect it. They were much bigger than human ears and would definitely hold more piercings.

Orgzul reached out and fondled Amnestria’s breasts and tweaked he nipples. “Pierce her nipples too.” He slid his hand down her belly, over her small patch of pubic hair, and began to slowly rub her sex, earning a humiliated whimper from Amnestria. She was still adjusting to the fact that she no longer owned her body.  Her own pussy now was owned by Orgzul and he could do with it as he pleased.  “I want her shaved down here. Completely bare, and make sure she knows how to keep herself that way.” The slaver nodded. Orgzul looked at her thighs. “The standard slave brand on her left thigh and my personal brand on her right thigh. See the slaver Udruk. He has a branding iron with my personal brand.”

The slaver nodded again. “Anything else special you want?” he asked.

Orgzul shook his head. “Nope, just do the usual. Break her and turn her into a submissive slut. You can take her back through the portal after she has been interrogated by Gnarlug. You can take her to Gnarlug now.” The slaver nodded and started to drag Amnestria away, to Gnarlug’s small camp on the edge of the Great Forest.  Amnestria was about to suffer much worse than she had being ravaged and forced to work.  Such was the fate of captured female officers.

Orgzul headed for Grimnor’s tent. The orcs were planning their next attacks.

…………….

The slave hunter brothers Drornurl and Thromm travelled most of the day with their two captives, Avshera and Eliana. In the late afternoon, they arrived at a slaver camp. They took Avshera and Eliana into the camp where they were met by an orc. It was the slaver that ran the camp, Rokotu Steeltooth.

“Got two new slaves for you,” Drornurl announced. “An elf and a human.”

Rokotu raised his eyebrows and turned and looked Avshera up and down. “Where did you find an elf?” he asked.

Thromm replied, “You would never believe it. This human was keeping this elf as a slave when we found them both. I am guessing she got her as a slave back when the humans of Jorshah controlled the portal.”

Rokotu pointed to Avshera’s thigh. “That is an orc brand though.”

Thromm shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe the humans branded her like that because they were planning to give her to us, before we ended up attacking them and taking the portal.”

Rokotu gave Thromm a skeptical look and Avshera and Eliana exchanged a nervous glance. Avshera did not want to admit to being a runaway slave and Eliana did not want to admit to helping a runaway escape from the orcs and then sheltering her. They both knew they could be harshly punished if that were discovered.  But then Rokotu jumped in again and eased the tension. “Eh, it doesn’t matter. How much you want for them?” Rokotu had no motivation to ascertain the origin of Avshera. He knew he could sell her for a lot of coin, and he didn’t want to return her to some other orc if she was a runaway.  Ignorance was bliss.

“The human we will sell for the standard 20 silver. And we want 6 gold coins for the elf cunt,” Drornurl replied.

“I will give 4 gold for the elf, but tell you what, I will pay an extra 5 silver for the human,” Rokotu countered.

Thromm and Drornurl stepped back and talked quietly between themselves, and then Drornurl returned and said, “We will sell you them both for 5 gold. Final offer.”

Rokotu pondered the offer for a few seconds and then said. “Deal.” Rokotu opened his coin pouch and paid the orc brothers. They shoved over the two slaves to him.  Both were now Rokotu’s property.

“Good doing business as always,” Thromm said and then the two orcs departed. Rokotu attached leashes to his new stock and began to take them further into the camp. “Time to get you branded,” he told Eliana.

“No, please do not do this!” she cried. “Please I am not submissive slave! I am naturally dominant! I used to own slaves! I am very good at training them! You should see the wonders I did with this elf! Please, make me your partner and I can help you train your slaves!”

Rokotu stopped and turned to Eliana, laughing. “A partner? You think I need a human cunt to help me train slaves? As a human woman, the only thing of value you can provide for me is this.” He reached between her legs and cupped her sex. “Now come along slave, and quit your obnoxious begging.” He brought Eliana and Avshera to the center of camp where there was a branding log. He took Eliana straight over to it and strapped her down, placing straps around her head, arms, chest, belly, and legs so that she was immobile. He took a branding iron and placed it in a bowl of glowing coals to heat it. Eliana continued pleading not to be branded and not to be enslaved, so an annoyed Rokotu gagged her. While he waited for the iron to heat, he turned to Avshera. “Kneel,” he commanded, and Avshera quickly knelt at his feet. “You are much better trained than that human slut. So, this human here trained you?”

“Yes, Master,” Avshera said.

“Well then I will use you to train her. To help take her down a few pegs,” Rokotu announced. He waited a few more minutes and checked the brand, determining it was now hot enough from its red glow. He held it up to show Eliana before he plunged it against her thigh, holding it there for several seconds. Eliana screamed in agony through her gag as the hot iron seared her flesh. When he finally pulled it away, Eliana was sobbing, both from the pain and the realization that her fate was now sealed. Even if she somehow managed to get away from the orcs, this brand would forever mark her as a slave. Most humans would never take her in now, lest they be accused of aiding a runaway slave. And if she was ever recaptured, she would face the severe punishment that orcs inflicted on runaway slaves. The brand that had just seared her flesh had sealed her fate.

…………….

The orc Arnorg was dragging his captive, Viessa, through the Great Forest, in the direction of the portal. Viessa was a captured warrior from the kingdom of Kahshara. Her patrol had been ambushed by orcs. Her three fellow soldiers were male and were killed by the orcs. But the orcs had decided Viessa would make a fine slave. One of the orcs was now taking Viessa back to the portal so she could be processed as a slave. “Hurry it up, cunt,” Arnorg growled at Viessa as he yanked her leash.

As they rounded a bend on the road, they came face to face with a naked elf maiden. It was Jeardra. As soon as she saw Arnorg, she turned and started to run. Arnorg had noticed right away that the naked elf maiden was branded, but not collared. She appeared to be a runaway. “Get back here, slave!” he snarled. Arnorg grabbed Viessa and threw her over his shoulder and then went sprinting after Jeardra. As Jeardra fled, she stayed on the road and Arnorg quickly caught up to her. But then when she was almost within reach something suddenly caught Arnorg’s foot and tripped him. He went crashing to the ground and Viessa went flying out of his grip. She too crashed into the dirt and was stunned for a couple seconds. As Viessa tried to pick herself up, she suddenly heard Arnorg screaming. When she pulled herself up and turned, she saw another elf maiden stabbing Arnorg over and over with a dagger. It was Naevys .  Jeardra turned around and ran over, joining in the fray as she repeatedly stabbed Arnorg as well.

In less than a minute the orc had fallen silent. He was dead. Naevys stood up and walked over to the thin chord they had set up across the road as a trip wire and cut it away. Jeardra started rummaging around in Arnorg’s pocket until she found a key. She took the key and tried it on the collar around Viessa’s throat. It was the correct key, and the collar unlatched. Viessa tore it away from her neck.

Jeardra smiled to Viessa and held out her hand. “I can tell you the way to get to safety. Or if you want, you can join us and kill as many orcs and rescue as many captives as we can…”

…………….

Eliana was strapped down on a table. Her thigh was still a searing agony from her branding less than an hour ago. But at the moment, she was more focused on Rokotu who was looking down at her, along with Avshera. She was terrified what more the orc slaver had in store for her. After strapping Eliana down on the table, Rokotu and Avshera had briefly disappeared from her view. Rokotu had decided to fuck Avshera. Eliana couldn’t see them but she heard the sound of flesh slapping flesh, Rokotu’s grunts, and Avshera’s moans.

But now they had returned and from the look on Rokotu’s face, he had something planned that Eliana was sure she was not going to like. The orc turned to Avshera. “Alright slave, you have my instructions. Teach this proud cunt that she is now just a slave like you.”

“Yes, Master,” Avshera replied and she started to climb up onto the table.

“Please, my thigh hurts so much. I need to rest,” Eliana protested as Avshera climbed on top of Eliana and straddled her waist.

“Slaves don’t get to decide when they rest. Our Masters tell us when we are permitted to rest,” Avshera said, glaring down at Eliana. She was still hurt and angry that Eliana had tried to trade Avshera for her own safety. She reached out and pinched both of Eliana’s nipples hard and then twisted them, causing Eliana to arch her back and squeal in pain. “You aren’t so dominant anymore, are you slave?” Avshera said as she twisted them even harder, causing Eliana to wail. “What are you?” Avshera said, her voice dripping with venom.

“I am a slave,” Eliana sobbed.

“That’s right, slut,” Avshera growled. Rokotu sat back and watched, thoroughly entertained. “Remember how much you used to make me lick your cunt, because that was my duty as a slave?” Avshera said, glaring down at her.

“Avshera, I was a kind Mistress to you,” Eliana cried.

“You were my Mistress. Now you are a lowly slave like me. And I think it is time you learn to lick cunt too. I am sure our orc Master will enjoy watching that,” Avshera said.

“He will indeed,” Rokotu said, laughing, as Avshera scooted up until she was hovering above Eliana’s face.

“Avshera, please…” Eliana’s words were cut off when Avshera lowered herself, planting her crotch over Eliana’s mouth and nose. She pressed down hard, cutting off Eliana’s air and looked down at her. Eliana’s eyes, still visible, stared back up at Avshera. Avshera could see the fear and humiliation in her eyes.

“If you want me to let you get a breath of air, you better start licking my cunt,” Avshera ordered. Eliana closed her eyes, defeated and humiliated. Already desperate for air, she stuck her tongue out and began to lick Avshera’s slit. At once her mouth filled with the taste of stale orc cum and sour pussy juice, remnants from being fucked over and over by orcs over the past couple of days. Eliana tried her best to ignore the strong, pungent smell and taste as she continued licking Avshera’s sex, pushing her tongue in and out of Avshera’s pussy and flicking at her clit. Her licks were slow and begrudging at first, but she quickly picked up her pace, licking fervently, desperate to get this over with and desperate for air.

Avshera closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation and enjoying humiliating Eliana. “Good little slave,” she said as she looked down at Eliana. As her pleasure built, Avshera began to roll her hips and grind her crotch against Eliana’s tongue and nose, further increasing her pleasure. After a few more seconds, she lifted herself up, allowing Eliana a couple breaths of air before she plopped her cunt back down tightly on the human slave’s mouth and nose, and began to grind against and ride her face once more.

With each frantic stroke of Eliana’s tongue, Avshera’s ecstasy increased and soon she was moaning and grinding harder against Eliana’s face. Then suddenly she tensed up and gasped and Eliana felt a gush of liquid fill her mouth and coat her face.

Avshera once again lifted her crotch from Avshera’s face and looked down at her. “That is a good little slut,” she said mockingly. Then she spun around so she was facing Eliana’s feet. “Again!” she ordered and she lowered herself once more so that her cunt was planted over Eliana’s mouth and Eliana’s nose slipped in between her ass cheeks.

“Just stick out your tongue so I can hump it,” Avshera ordered and Eliana reluctantly complied. Avshera began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy and ass against Eliana’s tongue and nose. Soon, Eliana’s entire face was covered in Avshera’s pussy juices and she struggled to keep her tongue extended as both her tongue and nose began to grow sore from being roughly humped. Eliana had to keep swallowing the flow of juices that filled her mouth.

Avshera continued humping away. grinding her cunt and ass against Eliana’s face for several minutes. Then she stiffened up and moaned loudly, and Eliana’s mouth was filled with another powerful gush of fluid, forcing Eliana to swallow it all so she didn’t choke.

Spent, Avshera climbed off of Eliana’s drenched, red face. She looked at Rokotu. “Did I do well, Master?”

Rokotu nodded. “You did slave. But her lessons are not over.” He handed Avshera a slave flogger. “Time for her next lesson.” Seeing the flogger, Eliana began to sob. “Please no. I am so sore already. Please I will be a good slave!”

Avshera raised the flogger and brought it down hard across Eliana’s breasts, earning a howl of pain from the human. Over and over, Avshera thrashed Eliana’s breasts, belly and thighs, even her pussy, as Eliana screamed in pain. Any thought that she was still Avshera’s mistress and a dominant woman were quickly being stripped away.

…………….

Hagger Axechains, chief of the Savage Spirit Clan, was seated on a chair in his tent in the orcs’ camp at the portal. Laerdya was kneeling at his feet, between his legs. He was squeezing her tits together so that they were enveloping his cock and he was thrusting his hips, pumping his cock in between her tits. Laerdya’s wrists had been bound behind her back and she did her best to balance herself as Hagger thrust way in between her tits. Her cheeks were red with humiliation but she kept her gaze averted from Hagger, not wanting to risk his ire in case he mistook her look for a sign of defiance or resistance.

An orc was standing at the entrance of the tent, waiting for Hagger to finish. It was Grunzokk, a warrior from Hagger’s clan and one of Hagger’s lieutenants. After a couple of minutes, Hagger groaned and unleashed a torrent of cum all over Laerdya’s face.

Hagger sensed someone at the entrance of his tent and he turned and motioned Grunzokk inside. He turned back to Laerdya and ordered her to kneel. She sat back on her heels and parted her knees widely, kneeling there silently as cum dripped down her face onto her tits.

“What is it?” Hagger asked Grunzokk.

“Chieftain, there are whispers of someone or something hunting orcs in the Great Forest. Some of our men heave heard whispers about something out there killing orcs, and they are saying it is some sort of demoness or spirit. I assumed it was just drunken superstition from some orcs, but we just got a message by bird from Rimek Keensnarl of the Iron Claw Clan, who is leading his clan’s raids in Kahshara. His message said a bunch of his orc warriors were escorting captured elf cunts to the portal and a number of them haven’t returned. He asked us if they ever arrived here. Some of their orcs have arrived with slaves but it sounds like a bunch never arrived. So maybe they were killed.”

Hagger rolled his eyes. “So, you are suggesting a demoness is in the forest killing them?”

Grunzokk shook his head. “No, sir, obviously not. But it could be elves, perhaps?”

“Elves would be foolish to wander into this forest. And if some sizable contingent of elves had come here, we would know about it. We have scouts everywhere.”

“Perhaps just one or two? The whispers are it’s a female demoness or spirit so perhaps an elf maiden?”

Hagger rolled his eyes again. “A single elf cunt wandering around and killing orcs? That sounds crazier than a demoness doing it. But send out more patrols into the forest. If there is actually anything out there, whatever it is, find it and kill or capture it.”

“Of course, Chieftain,” Grunzokk said.

Hagger turned back to Laerdya. “Come over here and use your mouth until I am hard again. Then present your ass to be fucked.”

“Yes, Master,” a humiliated Laerdya said softly and she crawled over to him.

…………….

The orcs leading the invasion of Argothrond were all meeting inside Grimnor’s tent. Also joining them were Gnarlug, who had been interrogating some of the recently-captured elf maidens from the Argothrond army, and Vagrat, whose goblins were continuing to scout Elevosia.

Vagrat was presenting a map of Argothrond. “Argothrond had their troops amassed all along their border. When they saw us gathering here, a lot of the troops coalesced together and attacked; that is who we just faced. But they have more troops to the north and the east, near their two biggest cities. It appears those forces are coalescing now, likely to march on our position and try to engage us. Depending on how many join forces, we could be looking at a larger army than the one we just faced. Perhaps as many as 25,000 elves.”

“Well, we will take the fight to them,” Grimnor said. “What are the populations of the cities they are guarding? And are there any closer cities?”

“The closest city to our position is straight north, about a 3- or 4-day march if you march straight there. It is Ulylthemar, a medium-sized elven city, around 25,000 inhabitants,” Vagrat replied. “The large city where that is close to where the troops are amassed is Mathlhone. It is northeast of our position, a week or a week and a half march. Its population is close to 75,000. He pointed to it on the map. And then straight north from Mathlhone, another week’s march or so, is Argothrond’s capitol city of Kaalhone. It is the largest city in the kingdom and one of the largest in Elevosia, with a population exceeding 125,000. That does not include any troops they have amassed there. They still have a very sizable force there, at least 25,000 and likely more able-bodied elves that could be called to defend the city if we attack it.” Vagrat turned to Gnarlug.

“The elves we have interrogated have said that the King Vamir of Argothrond had planned to keep a sizable force in Kaalhone. They are focused on protecting the capitol.  So, they may not come out to engage us.” Gnarlug told the group. “Of course, that could change if we defeat the armies they have on the field.”

“And I have goblins in the cities, gathering information and ready to sabotage their defenses when we are ready to capture the cities,” Vagrat added.

Grimnor nodded. “I want to start taking cities,” he declared. “Cities we can then use for our own purposes. I want to set up bases here plus a city where we can start processing slaves, now that we will be capturing them by the thousands. And if we take out this other army, then most of the entire kingdom will be largely undefended. At least assuming none of the other elven kingdoms join the fray. Are they still staying out of this?” he asked Vagrat.

“Vagrat nodded. “Our spies tell us the other kingdoms are too afraid to come to Argothrond’s aid, and the only kingdom that has allied with Argothrond is Kahshara. And the small raids there are working. They are panicked and dealing with those raids, and so they have not sent any troops to Argothrond.”

“I sent Rimek Keensnarl and the Iron Claw Clan to conduct small and fast raids of the farmland in Kahshara,” Grimnor explained. “They are small raiding parties so they can move quickly and avoid the elves’ armies there. They are keeping Kahshara preoccupied. And raiding there and killing a bunch of their males and dragging off some elf cunts is a stark warning to the other elven kingdoms not to join the fray, lest they be added to our list of targets.”

Grimnor studied the map some more as he pondered the orcs’ next move. He pointed to the city of Ulylthemar. “Orgzul, I want you to take your troops and sack this city. We need to start capturing lots of slaves, so the orcs can start to see the fruits of this campaign.”

“I look forward to raping and pillaging that city and taking some elf cunts… and some elf ears.” Orgzul said eagerly.

Grimnor next pointed on the map to the area where the elves had amassed their army near the city of Mathlhone. We have more clans sending reinforcements in the next day or so. Once they arrive, the rest of us will march on Mathlhone and destroy this army, then take the city. It is a nice, central location for us to make our new main base in the kingdom. If we succeed destroying their army and establishing this base, this King Vamir will have a choice. Keep the rest of his troops hidden in his capitol city protecting it, and leaving the rest of his kingdom defenseless for us to pillage. Or send those troops to engage us in the open and risk losing his last defense.”

The orcs all nodded, agreeing with Grimnor’s plan.

“Our orc and goblin engineers have almost completed the siege weapons,” Urzkhal announced.

“Good, we will divide those equally between the two forces.

On the edge of the forest, orcs had been hard at work, using the ample supply of wood to create basic siege weapons. They had made iron-tipped battering rams, some that were housed under wooden frames with a reinforced roof. The battering ram was suspended by chains from the ceiling of the wooden frame so that the orcs could swing ram into the walls or gates and were protected from arrows or other projectiles by the reinforced roof. The orcs had also built ladders to use to scale walls. Trying to take the city by force was usually a last resort as it would result in high casualties to the orcs. But as they had done in Salelenor, the goblins that had been inserted in the cities would help sabotage the elves defenses or help the orcs gain entry.

And of course, Gnarlug had learned through his torture of the scout Shanaera that Argothrond’s capitol city of Kaalhone had secret underground tunnels that could be used to hide from invaders or to evacuate the city, but which the orcs planned to use to sneak in past the elves’ defenses. But the attack on Kaalhone would come later. Right now, Grimnor had his eyes set on Ulylthemar and Mathlhone, and the army of elves outside of Mathlhone. Grimnor and all of his officers were eager to start taking cities and capturing scores of slaves. Starting the next day, they would begin their marches to take two major cities.

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

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