The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 11 – Grimnor Acquires His Cavalry

Miriella and Phelorna were collecting firewood for the camp when they heard an orc shouting and the cracking of whips. They turned to see two lines of elf maidens, chained together, being driven by whips into the camp. Curious, the two slaves moved closer to try and learn who they were.

It looked to be 200 or 300 elf maidens, of all ages. Miriella guessed they were most likely from a village the orcs had sacked. Phelorna pointed to one elf, whose head had been covered with a hood. “Why is she hooded like that?” she asked.

“Maybe she is being punished for something,” Miriella guessed.

When the hooded elf heard Miriella and Phelorna, she turned her head and started frantically talking. But she was apparently also gagged under her hood, as only muffled, indecipherable noises escaped her mouth. She started tugging at the chains holding her but an orc hurried over and slashed at her hard with a whip. And as the coffle moved forward, the hooded elf had no choice but to continue walking.

Hearing the hooded elf’s frantic, muffled noises, Phelorna said, “She must be very scared to be enslaved. But she will adjust soon enough. We all do.” Miriella nodded in agreement.

One of the elf maidens at the very front of the first coffle was unchained and dragged away. The two coffles were led to the center of the camp and to the portal. An orc slaver was at the portal and one of the warriors escorting the new slaves stepped up to him. We have some slaves to take through the portal to be branded and then sent off to their destinations,” he said.

The slaver nodded. “Aye. A nice collection of elf cunt you have. They heading to a slaver camp to be broken and trained?”

The warrior shook his head. “Nope, these elves are all being punished. The coffle in the front is being sent straight to a labor camp after being branded. The 2nd coffle is going to Gnarlug, and then to Lebrolx.”

The slaver chuckled. “Gnarlug and Lebrolx? I wouldn’t want to be those cunts! Alright, let’s get them through the portal.” The orcs began slashing their whips at the first coffle, herding them into the portal. And then the next coffle was forced through as well. In the back of the 2nd coffle, a broken Namys and Sylmare cried softly, crushed by guilt that they had doomed the other elf maidens to such cruelty. Namys was walking now, though both Namys and Sylmare could barely walk. For their entire 3-week journey from Yllho Dorthore, they had spent the entire day being forced to walk in their coffle and most of the nights being abused and ravaged by the orcs who were still bent on revenge. However, seeing that they had reached the end of their journey and would no longer be forced to walk all day was of no consolation. They new the hell that imminently awaited them through the portal.

Elsewhere in the camp, the single elf maiden that had been unchained from the coffle was taken straight to Grimnor. It was Halaema. “Chieftain, General Urzkhal told us to bring this elf cunt straight to you and have her tell you what she was before she was enslaved. It was something to do with breeding potion.” the orc who had dragged Halaema to Grimnor said.

“Well, what were you, cunt?” Grimnor asked.

“I was an apothecarist,” the Halaema whimpered.

“Splendid,” Grimnor said. “And you are familiar with breeding potion?”

“I was trained to make it,” she replied.

“Even more splendid,” Grimnor said. He turned to the orc. “Take this one through the portal and have her branded. Then take her right to Gnarlug and tell him she is a high priority. We need him to extract every bit if information she has about making breeding potion.”

“Yes, right away, Chieftain” the orc replied and he turned to depart for the portal, dragging Halaema with him.

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A couple weeks later, Urzkhal arrived back at the camp, with over 500 centaurs. The orcs rode the centaurs in a single file line into the camp, to the sound of cheering from the orcs in the camp.  The centaurs were taken to a fenced-in pen that had been created in the camp to hold them. Then Urzkhal went to find Grimnor so he could brief him.

A few minutes later, Bhuretha was removed from the pen by a guard and taken to Grimnor and Urzkhal. He looked the centaur up and down. “Yes, you are right Urzkhal. These will be perfect for countering the elves’ cavalry.” His eyes rested on her bare breasts, an amused look washing over his face. “From the top up they look like regular elf cunts. Maybe we can train a few to use their mouths to suck orc cock.”

Bhuretha’s cheeks reddened with anger but she was still gagged and so she could only glare at Grimnor.

Grimnor chuckled again. “I like your fire, centaur. You will need that fire soon enough, in battle.” He removed her gag and continued. “I am going to make you a deal. We need a way to counter the elves’ cavalry. You will be trained to be ridden into war by orcs, to form our own cavalry.”

“We are a peaceful race and have no experience in war,” Bhuretha replied. “And we are at peace with the elves.”

Grimnor glared at the centaur. “Well, we will train you into beasts of war. And I am giving you a choice of course on whether you want to be used in our war against the elves. You can say no, and I will kill every one of you, starting with your youngest foal and moving my way up until I get to you, so that right before I kill you last, you will know that your entire tribe has vanished from this world. But if you cooperate, your foals will be well cared for while you serve me. I will even send for some female orcs who are no longer of birthing age to care for your young while you are fighting with us. And after your service is no longer needed, those of you that survive will be allowed to return with your foals back to your village. And most of you will likely survive. We orcs are very good at war. So, what is your decision?”

Bhuretha closed her eyes, her lip trembling. She knew she had no choice. She could not make a decision that would result in the death of her entire tribe. And she knew it would likely be the death of the entire centaur race. There had once been many tribes of centaurs but the Mauta was the only one that remained, at least as far as she knew. “We will serve you in your war effort,” she whispered softly.

“A good decision. Once our war is over, I will send all of you back to your forest,” Grimnor replied and he told the guard to take her back to the pen. As soon as Bhuretha was gone, Grimnor turned to Urzkhal. “If these creatures end up being useful, we will of course never release them. The foals will likely even be better war beasts; we can train them from a young age. And we can breed the mares with the stallions and make more.”

“Yes, of course,” Urzkhal replied. He departed to begin preparation for the training of the centaurs.

A few hours later, Miriella and Phelorna watched as a dozen female orcs came through the portal into Elevosia. They would be caring for the foals while the rest of the Mauta were trained to fight. Orcs then took the Mauta from the pen and through the portal. They would be trained in Aegor.

Some of the centaurs looked terrified as they were led away. Others looked humiliated. Others looked angry. But Miriella knew that they would be broken down and conditioned just as she had been, so that they would ably serve the orcs’ purposes.

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Grimnor was in a particularly good mood. He knew that the centaurs were likely to be a game changer, an effective means for countering the elves’ cavalry. He had known that taking more heavy losses in battles would undermine his standing as the war chief of the horde and the orcs’ efforts to conquer Elevosia. Now he felt his ambitious dreams were on the cusp of being realized. Elevosia and its tens or hundreds of thousands, or maybe even millions of elf maidens were his to take.

Grimnor decided celebration was in order, and a thank you to his newest general for his successful mission. Grimnor invited Urzkhal to meet him at his tent, which was a very large, sprawling tent in the center of the camp. When Urzkhal arrived, he found Grimnor, along with Miriella, Phelorna, and Laerdya kneeling at his feet.

“Urzkhal, you have done well, and your success in capturing the centaurs will give us the advantage we need to decisively conquer these elves. Come, sit with me. Would you like to fuck the two princess slaves?” He gestured towards Miriella and Laerdya. Miriella licked her lips a she glanced up at Urzkhal and opened her legs wider, giving him a better view of her glistening cunt. Laerdya dropped her head in shame, her cheeks reddening, but she too parted her knees wider to give the orc a better view of her cunt.

Urzkhal looked hungrily at the two slaves and their cunts but then he looked towards Phelorna. “Actually Chieftain, I would like to try out that one. I am curious how her training has come along since I departed.”

“So be it, then I will take the princesses,” Grimnor said, grinning. “You two sluts come over here,” he ordered Miriella and Laerdya. “And you slut, go see him,” he ordered Phelorna.

Urzkhal watched as Phelorna eagerly crawled over to him. Urzkhal was seated on the ground and he lowered his pants and pointed to his already stiffened-cock. “Ride me slut,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Phelorna said excitedly. She rose up and straddled Urzkhal’s hips, letting her breasts rub against his face as she lowered herself. Urzkhal gripped Phelorna’s hips and positioned his cock at the entrance of her sex. As she lowered herself, more of his cock began to slide inside her, and he could tell her cunt was quite slick. She had indeed turned into quite the needy slut, as he had hoped. Phelorna moaned and Urzkhal groaned, both enjoying the pleasurable sensation as her pussy enveloped his cock. Phelorna placed her hands on Urzkhal’s shoulders and she began to ride him, slowly at first, bouncing herself up and down in a steady rhythm and grinding herself into his lap. Phelorna moaned more loudly as her pleasure quickly built. She picked up her pace, riding him harder and faster, the sound of her ass slamming into his thighs and the wet sucking noise of her cunt sliding up and down his cock mixing with the moans and groans of the orc and slave. Urzkhal thrusted upwards, matching her thrusts downward, driving his cock into her even deeper. He leaned in and pushed his pace into her chest and began sucking on her nipples, going back and forth between them.

Phelorna clenched down with her pelvic muscles, milking Urzkhal’s cock as she rode him and enhancing his pleasure. She moved her hips at a steady pace but occasionally sped up or slowed down, depending on how loudly he was groaning or how ragged his breathing was, trying to keep him on the edge of cumming but prolonging his pleasure as long as possible. Urzkhal pulled his face away from Phelorna’s tits and, gripping her hair hard he pulled her head in and crashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. The slave and orc kissed passionately as Phelorna continued riding him hard.

As Phelorna continued bouncing up and down on Urzkhal’s thick cock, she could not hold off any longer. She stiffened up and gasped as she was overcome with an intense orgasm. As her pussy twitched and clenched around Urzkhal’s cock, it sent him over the edge and he groaned loudly as he climaxed inside her. When both Phelorna and Urzkhal stopped cumming she collapsed against him, panting.

While Urzkhal was fucking Phelorna, Grimnor was being serviced by the two former princesses. Miriella began by stroking his cock while she flicked at the head with her tongue. She knew exactly what Grimnor liked and he was hard in no time. As soon as Grimnor was fully hard, Miriella slid her tongue down the underside of his shaft before she opened her lips and took him into her mouth. Soon her head was bobbing up and down as she happily slurped away. Grimnor groaned and then gestured Laerdya over. “Join her slut,” he commanded.

A trembling, blushing Laerdya crawled over. Seeing her, Miriella released Grimnor’s cock from her mouth and gently took Laerdya’s head and eased it down. Laerdya opened her mouth wide and let his cock slide into her mouth and down her throat. She did not gag; she had gotten much better at sucking orc cock. Soon her head was bobbing up and down and Miriella lowered her own head and began licking and sucking on Grimnor’s balls.

“Both of you lick my cock,” Grimnor ordered. Laerdya popped Grimnor’s cock from her mouth and she began sliding her tongue and down Grimnor’s cock. Miriella lifted up her head and began doing the same, sliding her tongue up and down the other side. The slaves’ tongues swirled along Grimnor’s shaft and they met at the top and the two elves pressed their lips together and began kissing to entertain Grimnor as they worked his cock. After a couple seconds they pulled away from each other and their mouths were back on Grimnor’s cock, Miriella taking his cock down her throat and bobbing her head up and down while Laerdya sucked on his balls. After a minute they met again at the tip of his cock, and kissed deeply before they alternated positions and Miriella once again sucked on Grimnor’s balls while Laerdya licked and sucked his cock.

When he was about to cum, Grimnor pulled both their mouths away. “Present your tits, and open your mouths,” he ordered. Laerdya and Miriella knelt, holding their breast and pushing them up while they held their mouths open wide with their tongues out.

Grimnor finished himself off, stroking his cock until he groaned loudly and began spurting torrents of cum all over the elves’ tits and into their open mouths.

After the last of Grimnor’s cum fell on Laerdya and Miriella, Laerdya dropped her head in shame, as cum dripped down her lips and chin. Grimnor stared down at her, amused. “Is the former princess humiliated?” he mocked.

“I am not meant for this life. I am meant to be free! Please let me go home!” Laerdya whimpered.

“Grimnor laughed. “You are not meant to be free. And you no longer have a home. You are now an animal. Chattel. Your old life is forever gone, slave. And by the way you eagerly suck cock, you are clearly meant for this life. Now present your cunt!”

Her cheeks reddening more, Laerdya got on her hands and knees, turning, parting her thighs wide, am raising her ass to present her cunt to Grimnor. He stooped down and pushed a couple fingers into his sex, swirling them around. “Your cunt is very slick. And hot. Was it my cock in your mouth or my cum on your face that got you so aroused? This is the cunt of a slave, not some noble princess.” He pulled his fingers from her sex and pushed his hand in front of her face so she could see her shameful arousal before he wiped them clean on her cheek.

Grimnor turned to Miriella. “Take this slave to a slaver and tell him I wanted her broken hard,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Miriella replied, and she took Laerdya’s hand and gently pulled her to her feet and removed her from the tent. Grimnor watched as Phelorna licked Urzkhal’s now softening clock clean. “It seems some slaves accept their new lives sooner than others,” he mused.

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Gnarlug was in one of his interrogation rooms in the dungeon in the orcs camp on the Talmot Forest side of the Great Portal, in Aegor. He had been quite busy. In addition to his normal stock of elf maiden prisoners that were high ranking officials or officers and being interrogated, he had over 100 captives from Yllho Dorthore, the female soldiers from the fort that had humiliated and tormented their captive orcs, and all of the female family members of any male or female soldier in the fort. And his job was much easier for them. There was no information to extract. They were simply being punished, and broken so that they would be much more subservient and docile as broodmares. Though the job was easier, there were so many captives that Gnarlug was quite busy. He had to fill every interrogation room; there were 12 different elf maidens in the room he was in now. Their muffled screams were ringing out inside the crowded room, which was music to his ears. All 12 were gagged; they were not actually being interrogated so there was no need for them to talk, and their chorus of ungagged screams would be too loud in the small room.

Gnarlug was standing in front of a wooden horse, and both Namys and her daughter, Nueleth, were straddling it, facing each other. The horse had been mounted high enough so hat Namys could barely stretch out her legs and stand on her toes and get some relief. However, Nueleth was not tall enough to reach the floor with her feet. She was thrashing and writhing around and crying out through her gag at the unbearable pain between her legs as the sharp wooden edge of the horse dug cruelly into her pussy. Namys was not faring much better. Her calf muscles were cramping and she was barely able to stand up on her toes for more than a few seconds, and each time she lowered herself, she brought her full weight down on the sharp edge of the wood, stabbing it into her crotch. Namys was looking at Gnarlug and babbling through her gag, unable to form words. Gnarlug looked at her, amused. He wondered if she was pleading to be taken off the horse, for her daughter to be taken off the horse, or both.

Gnarlug chuckled as he looked over at Nueleth, who was still thrashing and crying out through her gag from the unbearable pain. Gnarlug reached out and cupped her small breasts as he turned back to Namys. “Soon enough these tits will be nice and big when she is lactating and her belly will be swollen with babies. She is so young; she will be able to breed so many new slaves for us in her lifetime.” Namys dropped her head in defeat as she cried through her gag. Knowing that her daughter was facing this fate was too much for her to bear. Gnarlug reached back, laying his hand on Nueleth’s upper back and then pushing forward. This shifted her body forward, so that her clit was pressed between the sharp wood and all her body weight. Nueleth screamed through her gag and Namys’s head shot up and she started begging and pleading again though her gag.

Gnarlug decided to move on. Another wooden horse had been set up and one elf maiden was perched upon it, moaning in pain. It was the sister of Namys’s former assistant interrogator, Celaena. Celaena herself was chained up standing next to her sister and the wooden horse. Gnarlug had devised a cruel game between the sisters. One was forced to straddle the wooden horse with the other chained up beside her, off the horse, and the sister that was not on the horse was allowed to stomp her foot three times to signal that she wanted to give her sister relief and switch positions. Then the one on the horse would be taken down and the one chained up would be placed on the horse, until the sister off the horse stomped her foot to give her sister relief by switching again.

The sisters had gone back and forth and Celaena had ridden the wooden horse three times already. Her pussy was grotesquely swollen and bruised, and in so much pain. Gnarlug had reached down and gently pressed it will her finger, causing Celaena to make anguished screams through her gag. If her cunt was that tender to touch, Gnarlug knew the wooden horse would be excruciating. And Celaena knew it too. She could not bring herself to volunteer to go back on the horse; the pain was too much. She started helplessly at her sister, who was perched on the wooden horse and begging through her gag for Celaena to take her place and give her some relief. Celaena dropped her head, ashamed that she would not help her poor sister and unable to look at her anguished face. Gnarlug could not blame Celaena for not switching. The last time she had been straddling the horse, her sister had taken a very long time to agree to take Celaena’s place. Celaena likely feared that if she agreed to go back on the horse that she might not ever get off it. But Gnarlug he knew that regardless of whether Celaena mustered the courage to take the place of her sister, eventually he would have them both put on the horse facing each other, where they would spend the night.

Gnarlug chuckled, pleased with himself that he had come up with this fun new game. He decided he would play it with every set of family members that were sent to him. He wondered how it would work with Namys and her daughter. Would Namys try to take the full brunt of the torture and not let her daughter be on the horse? Or would the torture be so agonizing that it would trump even her motherly instinct and Namys would let her daughter ride the cruel horse while she tried to recover? Gnarlug couldn’t wait to find out.

Gnarlug moved on. He walked pasted a whipping post, where both Namys’s and Usamea’s mothers were chained up, along with two soldiers from the fort. A pair of goblins were savagely whipping their backs and asses as they screamed through their gags. The orc with the whip paused and then stepped over to the four elf maidens, unchaining their wrists, turning them around, and then rechaining them. Now they were facing him and he picked up his whip again and began lashing their breasts and bellies.

Gnarlug moved past a table. Two elf maidens, a soldier from the fort and her daughter were bent over it facing each other so they could watch as two orcs roughly pounded each of them from behind. This was their “break.” Soon enough, mother and daughter would be subjected to some torture or another.

He stopped on the other side of the room where Sylmare and Usamea had been chained up with their wrists above their head. Sylmare was bucking wildly and screaming through her gag. She was wearing a metal chastity belt, designed to hold in two phallic plus that had been coated with Gnarlug’s signature hot pepper ointment and shoved into her pussy and ass. Dallops of the ointment had also been rubbed all over her nipples, clit, and labia. The searing agony was unbearable as Sylmare thrashed wildly and screamed through her gag. Gnarlug looked over at Usamea. She had been thrashing around just like Sylmare earlier but now she was hanging limp from the chains holding her wrists, bathed in sweat and sobbing. “It looks like this one needs a fresh application of the pepper ointment,” Gnarlug said. Usamea’s head shot up and her eyes widened in horror. She began shaking her head and babbling though her gag, begging for mercy and for a new coating not to be applied, as an orc stepped over to her with the jar of the ointment,

Gnarlug wanted to stay and participate more in the torture of the elf maidens but he had real work he had to attend to. He stepped out of the interrogation room and walked down the hall to another interrogation. He stepped inside where a goblin was interrogating another elf maiden, who was strapped down on a table. It was the apothecarist, Halaema. Needles were sticking out of her breasts, nipples, and labia. The needles had been laced with basilisk venom and she was bucking wildly against the table and screaming. “I have told you everything, I swear!” she wailed. “All the ingredients for breeding potion and how it is made! That is everything you need to make it! I swear! Please no more! Please”

The goblin interrogator showed Gnarlug a scroll where had written everything down that Halaema had told him. Gnarlug skimmed the scroll and then turned to the interrogator. “Keep at it, just to make sure she didn’t leave anything out,” he instructed. The goblin nodded and picked up another needle. He began to slowly push it into Halaema’s clit. She let out a tortured scream as Gnarlug moved back to the door to exit.

(End of Part 11, to be continued...)

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