The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 12 – The Invasion Begins

Another few weeks had passed. Urzkhal had gone through the portal into Aegor earlier in the day to check on the status of the centaurs. Urzkhal watched them training. They had learned to be led with reigns and ride and charge in different formations. They had trained to maneuver with armor, and to wield swords and shields.

The centaurs were not the only new weapon that the orcs would be wielding against the elves. The orcs had constructed long pikes and lances, so that the orcs’ infantry could defend against cavalry charges from the elves. And the orcs had their hell hounds to be used as light cavalry to supplement the centaurs and to harass the enemy. But Urzkhal knew it was the centaurs that would be the real difference maker. The orcs training the centaurs reported that they were about ready to be used for battle. It was the announcement that Urzkhal and Grimnor had eagerly been waiting for.

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Tilvial grunted as an orc roughly fucked her from behind in the fuck pit. In spite of her soft grunts, what was happening to her barely registered in her mind. Weeks in the fuck pit had left her mind a cloudy haze. After the orc dumped his load inside Tilvial and lumbered off, Tilvial remained in that position, with her ass in the air. She likely wouldn’t move until she just naturally fell over or another orc moved her into another position. She rarely made the conscious decision to move around, unless the call rang out that the food and water troughs had been replenished, which usually woke her from her stupor so she could crawl over to get something to eat and drink. She otherwise rarely made the conscious decision to do anything anymore.

An orc moved through the pit looking at the elves inside it until he spotted Tilvial and the brand on her left ass cheek. It was the brand that Urzkhal had ordered be given to her so that she was readily identifiable. The orc picked Tilvial up and threw her over his shoulder. He began to carry her out of the pit. It had not yet registered to Tilvial in her broken state that she was being moved.

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Urzkhal watched the centaurs being trained for a little longer and when he was confident they were as ready as the orc trainer had proclaimed, he hurried back through the portal to inform Grimnor. As he stepped through the portal, he saw a line of slaves lined up, chained together in a coffle. Many were in a sorry state. They were the captives from Yllho Dorthore that had spent the last several weeks under the cruel supervision of Gnarlug. None of them were speaking and most had their eyes downcast. A few had glazed over eyes, their minds complete shattered from the intense torture they had suffered. But as long as their reproductive systems still worked, that was all that mattered; they would be perfect broodmares. “They all were assessed by Lebrolx and determined suitable for breeding? Urzkhal asked.

One of the slavers escorting the coffle nodded. “Yep, he apparently kept about 10 of them for his experiments because they were older and thus not likely to be good breeders. But the rest can breed. And the two you wanted to go with them to make the breeding potion are chained up in the front.”

“Ah yes, the apothecarists,” Urzkhal said as he walked to the front to check out Halaema and Tilvial. Halaema had her head down and was trembling; she was still in a traumatic state from her interrogations in Gnarlug’s dungeons. Tilvial had glazed over eyes and was drooling, the result of being fucked nonstop for so many weeks in the fuck pit. But Urzkhal knew that elves were durable and healed well. In no time, both elves would be recovered well enough, mentally and physically, to begin producing more breeding potion.

“Alright, send them through the portal and to the breeding camp,” Urzkhal said. The orcs began slashing their whips and the coffle began moving forward. Urzkhal started off again, to deliver the news to Grimnor.

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In Alyoshara, Queen Thaconia was sitting in her private chambers. She was sitting on her chair and one of her guards was on his knees, his head nestled between her parted thighs as he pleasured her with his tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, enjoying the feel of his tongue flicking at her clit.

Queen Thaconia's husband, King Saelethil, was elsewhere in the castle but it was no secret between them that Queen Thaconia had guard lovers. Both of them had other lovers. They had a marriage of political convenience only. But as there was a knock on the door, the guard quickly pulled his head away, climbed up onto his feet and wiped his mouth and Thaconia lowered her skits. While King and Queen had no issues with each other taking on other lovers, Thaconia had to keep up appearances with others. She was now the head of state of Alyoshara, after all. She was disappointed that they had been interrupted, but she would have the guard resume his duties and bring her to orgasm later.

“Come in,” she called.

The door opened and Alyoshara’s Lord Chancellor Theoden stepped inside. He had been Thaconia’s father's chief advisor and now served in that same role for Thaconia, at least officially. “We received this message from the leader of the orcs, Grimnor Longtooth,” he announced, grimly, having already read it. Theoden handed Thaconia a scroll and she unfurled it. It read:

Queen Thaconia:

Thank you for the gift of your sister. She has made a fine slave with a splendid, tight cunt. However, we do not make deals with slaves, and you too are a slave, Every elf cunt in your world is a slave, just waiting for her collar and brand. I look forward to having you stripped, branded, collared, and on your knees at my feet next to your sister. I hope that your cunt is as tight as hers. I look forward to seeing you soon.

- Grimnor Longtooth

Thaconia was gravely disappointed that her offer had been rebuffed but she feigned outrage, for Theoden had no idea that her message to Grimnor had literally offered Laerdya as a slave. “My dear sister! What honorless creatures to capture and enslave her when she was sent under a banner of diplomacy. These wretched creatures must be stopped. Make sure the kingdom is fully prepared to defend itself if and when the orcs attack!”

“Yes, your highness,” Theoden said and he turned to depart.

Thaconia then sent a servant to summon her brother. She had a vital task to be done and not one she wanted Theoden to be aware of. When Prince Hastios arrived a few minutes later, Thaconia had prepared a scroll which she handed to him. “Have a messenger take this scroll to Olfe Serine,” she said.

“Olfe Serine is gone; the orcs sacked it months ago,” Hastios replied. “And it is right near the border of the Great Forest. Any messenger would likely be captured by the orcs or goblin.”

“Yes,” Thaconia said. “I want the orcs to intercept this message,” she replied. Hastios nodded and took the scroll and departed. He knew better than to ask questions. Thaconia smirked. The scroll had read:

King Vamir:

We have been informed that the orc captives you are holding in your capitol are being humiliated and tormented like the orcs in village of Yllho Dorthore. Given the terrible retribution that the orcs exacted on Yllho Dorthore, we think it would be wise to cease this at once and release those orcs.

Most sincerely,

Queen Thaconia

Word had spread throughout Elevosia of what had happened in Yllho Dorthore. Thaconia had no information or reason to believe that the orcs were being similarly mistreated in Argothrond’s capitol. But she wanted the orcs to think they were, to help ensure that they attacked Argothrond first. Let them go to bloody war and weaken each other. If Argothrond won, the orcs would be defeated and Alyoshara would be safe. If the orcs won, then at least hopefully the orcs would be weakened and it would be easier for others to defeat them. Plus, if King Vamir relented to Thaconia’s offer, his daughters would be in Alyoshara as the intended of her sons and they would be under her thumb. Argothrond would be rebuilt and would be under Thaconia’s control. She knew the orc threat was looming. But even threats presented opportunities.

With Hastios gone, Thaconia hiked up her skirt and called her guard back over. Within seconds, he was back on his knees his tongue in her slit. Thaconia closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue pleasuring her.

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Grimnor stood before the clan chieftains and generals and other officers that would be leading the horde. Behind them, 20,0000 orcs were lining up in formation, ready to begin their march from the Great Forest to launch their invasion of the elven lands. And more than that were waiting on the other wise of the portal.

“Orcs!” bellowed Grimnor addressing the troops. “I promised you battle! I promised you conquest! I promised you raping and pillaging and plunder! I promised you elf cunt! You stuck with me and kept your faith! Well today, finally, we begin our march! We begin our invasion! The elf blood we spill will stain this world for centuries. And the elf cunt we take back to Aegor will keep our cocks wet for even longer!”

The orcs roared, in a frenzy, blood lust and actual lust coursing through them.

“It has been almost a year now since we first opened the portal. We have suffered setbacks but together we have overcome those challenges. Together we will take vengeance on the elves that have killed our brethren and captured and humiliated them. Together, we will bring these elves to their knees!” Grimnor raised his axe. March, horde!” The orcs roared and started marching north. Their invasion had just begun.

(The End of The Tale of Urzkhal)

Epilogue:

On the edge of the Great Forest, the orc scouts Thorg and Inzakk dragged two stripped and bound elves with them back deeper into the forest. The two elf maidens were named Mylaela and Celaena. Like Thorg and Inzakk, these two elf maidens had been scouts, patrolling the border of the Great Forest to look for any signs of orcs. But Thorg and Inzakk had found the elves first. There had been four elf scouts in their party, but two had been male. They were now dead. And Mylaela and Celaena would be taken back to the portal, along with other captive scouts that Thorg and Inzakk and their fellow warriors Bror and Gisgukk had captured in the days prior.

Thorg and Inzakk dragged Mylaela and Celaena a couple miles into the forest until they reached a small clearing. There, Bror and Gisgukk were watching the other 8 elf maidens they had captured, all locked in a coffle.

“We got two more!” Thorg called. “That makes 10 total. Thirty nice holes to fuck!” The two new captives were presented to Bror and Gisgukk.

“You think these cunts are going to a labor camp or that new breeding camp?” Gisgukk asked.

“Who knows and who cares,” Inzakk replied. “Well, shall we draw straws to see who is the odd orc out on fucking these two first?” The other orcs eagerly nodded. Each time they acquired new captives, the four orcs drew straws to see which orc had to stay back and guard the coffle of captives while the other three fucked the new captives. Each of the captives had been fucked this way and had cum oozing down their thighs and the cracks their asses as proof. Bror cursed when he drew the short straw. It wasn’t really so bad though. After Gisgukk, Thorg, and Inzakk finished fucking Mylaela and Celaena, Bror would get his pick on which one to fuck.

Gisgukk, Thorg, and Inzakk dragged Mylaela and Celaena off a little into the forest to fuck them. Soon the sounds of cries, grunts and flesh slapping flesh echoed through the trees. The other elf maidens locked in the coffle trembled, recalling their own recent ravishments. And knowing that they had a cruel life of being brutally fucked ahead of them, as slaves to the orc horde.

Bror hummed, trying to pass the time while he waited for the other three to finishing fucking so he got a turn. He turned towards the coffle of 8 captives, looking at each of them deciding to rank which ones he had enjoyed fucking the most. As he walked own the line, something in the back of his mind seemed off. He couldn’t place it. He stopped and looked the line of captives over again. Something was definitely off. Bror gave the coffle a puzzled look. He could not place what it was.

Then suddenly it dawned on him. With the two new captives, they had ten total. The two new captives were off being fucked. There should be 8 in this coffle. But there were 9. Bror stared at the coffle, confused. Then suddenly one of the elves stepped out of line. She was mostly stripped like all the others. But unlike the others, she was not collared. And while she had been standing in the coffle, she was not actually chained into it. And as she stepped forward, Bror saw she was holding a small sword and shield. She had merely been pretending to be one of the captives. Bror reached for his own sword, but before he could unsheathe it, the elf lunged forward at Bror.

The elf maiden stabbed Bror through the eye slot in his helmet. It drove through his eye and into his brain, killing him instantly. The elf maiden turned to the coffle and held up her finger to her lip to make sure they stayed quiet. And then she turned and headed in the direction of the grunts, cries, and slapping flesh.

Gisgukk was holding Mylaela down from behind, pressing her face into the dirt as he roughly fucked her. She had a tight and juicy count and would make a good slave he thought to himself as he thrust away. It was a shame she would likely end up doing hard labor or as a broodmare. He was so distracted by Mylaela’s tight and juicy cunt, that he didn’t hear the twig snap behind him. A second later he felt a sudden, searing pain. He let out a sharp pained cry as he lowered his head down and saw a blade jutting out from his chest. Someone had stabbed him from behind, clean through the back. Gisgukk screamed as the blade was withdrawn from him and collapsed into the dirt as he quickly bled out.

Thorg, and Inzakk had Celaena sandwiched between them as they thrusted into her from each end. The screams of Gisgukk caused them to jump up and spin around. But they were too late. The elf maiden with the sword began hacking at the two orcs. Their dying screams echoed through the forest along with the elf maiden's enraged screams as she chopped them down.

When the two dying orcs stopped moving, the elf maiden helped Mylaela and Celaena to their feet and she took them back to the coffle of the other captives. The elf maiden searched Bror’s body until she found a key and she unlocked each of the captured elves from the coffle. “Just head west a few miles and you will exit the forest. Then keep heading west. The nearest village is due west about 20 miles.”

“Thank you!” Celaena said. “Who are you? Where did you come from?”

“My name is Jeardra. I was from Salelenor. Then the orcs came; they raped and humiliated me, they killed my husband in front of me, and then they whipped and beat me so savagely that I lost my baby growing in my womb, the child of my husband they murdered.” Jeardra’s eyes flashed with hatred. “I have nothing left to live for. So, I am going to kill orcs until they manage to kill me or I kill every last orc in this world.” Jeardra said nothing further to the freed captives and she started heading deeper into the forest, hunting for more orcs.

(To be continued, in The Tale of Orgzul...)

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