The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 7 – The Folly of Princess Laerdya

Urzkhal stood at the tree line. They had travelled for a couple weeks and reached the western edge of the Great Forest. The bulk of his forces were a half mile behind, still concealed n the forest. The orcs had been warned that the elves were patrolling the perimeter of the Great Forest and had amassed troops near it at several points, ready to engage the orcs of they were spotted. Urzkhal wanted to reach the goblins with knowledge of the centaurs without being detected. He only had 500 troops and they would not be able to withstand an attack from a massive elven army, especially one with cavalry. If the scouts spouted his warriors and alerted one of the armies posted nearby, the orcs would be annihilated.

Urzkhal had sent out scouts to make sure there were no elf patrols in the vicinity. He was awaiting their return.

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The elf maidens Radelia and Haera were patrolling the western edge of the forest. They were from the Kingdom of Kahshara, which bordered that portion of the Great Forest. All of the elven kingdoms that bordered the Great Forest were on high alert, ever since the orcs had attacked Argothrond. The two warriors had seen no signs of orcs or goblins, though they had heard whispers of goblins being seen further inland. But there were lots of rumors flying around and Radelia and Haera assumed that most of them were probably untrue; everyone was just scared.

Radelia was currently on watch while Haera slept in their tent. Radelia was bored and she looked forward to Haera waking so she would have some company. Radelia heard a noise and she turned. Her eyes widened in shock and she yelled out in alarm. Four large, brown and green figures were running at her, weapons drawn. Orcs! They were still a few hundred yard away. Radelia started shouting, hoping to wake up Haera. And she ran towards the bird cage. In it were pigeons for sending messages back to the capitol of Kahshara. Beside the cage was a box of small scrolls. She grabbed one that was tied off with a red ribbon. The scrolls had been prewritten to save time, for just the instance. The scrolls with the red ribbon read “Alert – orcs or goblins spotted” with a number identifying the coordinates of their post. Radelia fumbled with the cage door, opening it. She reached for one of the pigeons inside.

Something slammed into her from behind. She yelled out as she crashed into the ground. She heard an angry roar as her arms were painfully wrenched behind her back and she was pinned hard into the dirt. The orcs had caught up to her. Radelia let out a dismayed wail. She had not managed to get off the message. No one would be warned. No one would be coming to save them! She heard screams. It was Haera. The orcs had grabbed her too.

“Get them stripped and bound,” a gruff voice called. Radelia thrashed wildly and wailed as most of her clothes were roughly torn away. She felt her wrists being bound behind her back. Then she was hauled to her feet. She looked around, bewildered and in shock at how quickly she had been taken. Two orcs had grabbed her. Two more had grabbed Haera and were dragging her over. Haera had also been stripped and bound.

One of the orcs opened the scroll that Radelia had tried to send and laughed after reading it. The orcs gagged both elves. “Alright, let’s get these two cunts back to our camp,” one of the orcs said. Radelia and Haera cried out through their gags as they were led away.

They did not walk long. When they reached Urzkhal in the forest, he looked the two stripped elves up and down.

“They were camped out nearby. The one tried to send a message with a bird alerting her kingdom about us, but we intercepted her before she could,” one of the orcs informed Urzkhal.

Urzkhal nodded and pulled Radelia’s gag from her mouth. “How long will it before the elves send another patrol and know you are missing,” he said.

Radelia glared at Urzkhal. “I will never tell you anything. You might as well just kill me now and not waste your time!” she snapped.

Urzkhal laughed as he shoved the gag back in her mouth. “Oh, you will talk. I have 500 orcs here all eager to roughly fuck an elf. Between the two of you, you have two cunts and two asses. I wonder how many times each hole has to be roughly fucked before you decide to talk.” He looked to the orcs. “Take them back to camp and fuck them until they talk.”

The two elves were dragged back to the orcs’ temporary camp. “Some cunt for you, orcs,” Urzkhal announced. Seeing the two naked elves, the orcs cheered. “The one that makes each of them talk first gets to keep them,” Urzkhal announced, to another cheer from the orcs.

The orcs dragged Radelia and Haera off. A minute later the sounds of their muffled cries and wails, the grunts of orcs, and the sounds of flesh slamming into flesh bounced off the trees.

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Sylmare and Namys stood over the orc, Gruhlzam, and brought their whips down hard on his back, causing him to roar in pain. Gruhlzam was on his hands and knees, and his wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained to the floor, holding him in his position. He was naked, except for the chastity belt around his cock.

Sylmare and Namys gave Gruhlzam 10 lashes each and then paused. Sylmare placed her foot on the stool in front of the orc’s face. The orc glared knowingly at her foot. Sylmare was holding a small bell with her other hand and she rang it. When Sylmare rang the bell, it meant he had to worship her feet. His earlier hesitation had earned him 20 more lashes. He did not hesitate this time. Gruhlzam reluctantly leaned forward and began licking her foot. “Get in there between my toes, slave boy,” Sylmare said in a mocking tone. He obediently complied, wanting to avoid more painful lashes. He knew that even if he decided the pain of the whip was preferable to this humiliation, he still had no real choice. Any time he had held out too long, Sylmare and Namys had threatened to castrate him and that threat had quickly gained his cooperation.

Behind Sylmare, Namys, and Gruhlzam, there was angry shouting and roaring from the orcs and goblins n the adjacent cell. They screamed threats and curses at the two elf maidens, threatening to rape and murder them as they watched their comrade being humiliated. The elves ignored the orcs and goblins.

Unbeknownst to those goblins and orcs, they were serving a purpose. Sylmare and Namys wanted there to be an audience for Gruhlzam’s humiliation. To be forced to lick a female elf’s feet was humiliating enough. To have to do it in front of his fellow orcs was even more humiliating. Sylmare and Namys switched positions and Sylmare handed her the bell.

“My feet are so sweaty and dirty,” Namys said mockingly. “I want you to clean them with your tongue. Lick the dirty sole first.” She stuck her foot up on the bench with the bottom of her foot in front Gruhlzam’s face and rang the bell. Gruhlzam glared at her angrily. There was a loud crack as Sylmare brought her whip down on his back and then Namys followed. They whipped him over and over until he was roaring in pain.

Namys rang the bell again, and Gruhlzam stuck his tongue out and began licking the sole of her feet. She made him lick every square inch of both her feet. The orcs and goblins in the cell screamed bloody murder.

Sylmare stepped over to Gruhlzam and leaned in, whispering in his ear. “If you are ready to talk, we can take you to a private cell where your friends won’t see you being humiliated and you can tell us what we want to know. Or we can continue this in front of your friends. If you agree to talk and tell us what we want to know, I will even take your chastity belt off and give you some relief. I know how badly you want to cum.”

“I will talk,” Gruhlzam mumbled, defeated. Namys and Sylmare smiled to each other. Four male elf warriors came in and unchained Gruhlzam and dragged him off to put him the cell.

“This is getting too easy,” Namys remarked as she and Sylmare headed in the direction of the cell.

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Princess Laerdya of Alyoshara had travelled to the edge of the Great Forest. She had travelled through other kingdoms to reach the Great Forest but taken precautions to not be noticed by any elves. She definitely did not want to draw attention to what she was doing on behalf of her older sister, Queen Thaconia. Alyoshara was the largest and most powerful of the elven kingdoms. But they still were wary of alerting any of the other kingdoms to the fact that their kingdom was seeking a corrupt arrangement with the orcs. Because of this, she had travelled lightly and with only 20 guards. She knew that travelling with 500 guards likely would not matter anyway if the orcs decided not to hear her offer and just capture her.

When they reached the edge of the forest, they paused. “Are you sure you want to do this?” her head guard Beluar said. He had been trying to talk Laerdya out of this for the entire journey.

Laerdya thought of the not-so-veiled threat that Thaconia had made about her son. “I am quite sure I do not want to do this, but I have no choice,” Laerdya grumbled. They started to head into the forest. They had only travelled for about an hour when suddenly there was a loud crack of twigs and the rustle of underbrush all around them, and they found themselves surrounded by orcs.

“What do we have here?” one of the orcs said. “I didn’t think any elves were still foolish enough to wander into the Great Forest. They must want to be killed and enslaved.”

Laerdya’s guards quickly moved into to form a protective circle around her, but it was very clear it would do little good. They were greatly outnumbered.

Laerdya stepped around Beluar and called out. “I come to deliver a message. We know very well that we at your mercy but the message I have come to deliver and the offer that comes with it are much more valuable than taking us as slaves or killing us. I ask to speak to one of your leaders.” She held up the sealed scroll that included the offer from her sister.

An orc stepped forward. “My name is Urzkhal. Who are you and what message do you come to deliver?”

“I come from the kingdom of Alyoshara. We are the strongest of the even kingdoms. You have struggled against Argothrond, a much weaker kingdom than us. War between the orcs and our kingdom will benefit neither you nor us. But make no mistake, if it comes to war, we would destroy you. However, we propose a secret peace, and will help you to take slaves from some of the lesser kingdoms in return for a peace between us and the safety of our citizens.” Laerdya held out at the scroll. “I am Princess Laerdya of Alyoshara. My older sister is Queen Thaconia, the newly crowned ruler of Alyoshara. She sent me here so as to convey the seriousness of our offer, which is outlined in this scroll, signed and sealed be her.”

Urzkhal took the scroll and read it. The first part was consistent with what Laerdya had outlined. But the 2nd part had been omitted by her.

To the Orcs:

I am Queen Thaconia of Alyoshara. If you are not aware yet you surely soon shall be that Alyoshara is the largest and strongest of the elven kingdoms. A war between your kind and our kingdom would likely result in massive losses on both sides. If you insist upon war, then we will fight back fiercely and will defeat you. But I propose instead a peace between your kind and my kingdom. We can help you acquire slaves from other kingdoms, in return for peace between us and the safety of my kingdom. I invite you to send a representative to my kingdom to negotiate such an arrangement. 

Since you have come to our world to conquer and take slaves, I send you a gift. My sister, of royal blood, to be your slave, and her guards to sate your blood lust. We hope that she and her female guards will satisfy your desire for any daughters of Alyoshara as your slaves, and that going forward, we will have a mutually beneficial arrangement.” 

May this be the start of peace and opportunity between our people. 

- Queen Thaconia of Alyoshara

Urzkhal finished the scroll and chuckled. “You sister is a shrewd cunt,” he said. He turned to his orcs. “Kill the males and take the females.” Laerdya’s eyes widened and she stumbled backwards into the protective circle of her guards as the orcs closed in. Her guards rose their weapons and tried valiantly to defend their princess. Beluar started shouting commands, trying to keep his soldiers in formation as the orcs closed in. But it was over in minutes. The orcs quickly chopped down all 16 of the male guards and quickly subdued the 4 female guards.

“Have you no honor!” Laerdya cried. “We came under a banner of diplomacy!”

Urzkhal stepped forward and showed Laerdya the scroll. “Read it, cunt. We are complying with the very terms offered,” he said, smirking. Laerdya’s eyes widened in shock as she finished reading the scroll. Her sister had betrayed her! “Strip and collar the new slave,” Urzkhal ordered.

Laerdya wailed as orcs lunged forward and began ripping off her clothing. As an orc approached with an iron collar she started sobbing. “Please do not do this! Please have mercy! I am not meant to be a slave! Please no!”

Her pleas were ignored as the last shreds of her clothing were ripped from her body and the collar was locked around her throat. Laerdya’s 4 female guards were also stripped and collared and the collars of all 5 new slaves were chained together in a coffle. They were led away.

Laerdya was sobbing as she was a led away in the coffle. She could not believe her sister had betrayed her in such a way. She knew Thaconia was ambitious and conniving. But she had not thought she would be capable of betraying her own blood in such a way and subjecting her to such a horrible fate. When they reached a camp, Laerdya heard grunts and sharp cries. She turned and saw two elf maidens on their knees, their wrist bound behind the backs, their faces pressed into dirt and their asses raised. They were being roughly taken from behind.

“We have 5 more slaves. Including a princess!” an orc yelled. “Who wants to try some royal elf cunt!” Laerdya was unchained from the coffle and thrown to the ground. A moment later the first orc got behind her and plunged his cock into her cunt. She screamed as she was savagely fucked.

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Gruhlzam was strapped down on a table. His chastity belt was still on. His cock bulged around the metal rings that encircled his cock, painfully digging into the flesh. He had been kept in state of arousal, and as his cock tried desperately to grow fully engorged, the metal rings of his chastity belt were pure torture. He groaned in pain and squirmed.

Namys and Sylmare smiled as they watched him suffer. It was time to make him suffer more. Namys was straddling his chest, her legs spread, her pussy inches from his face. She was playing with herself so that Gruhlzam could see her glistening, dripping pussy and could smell her arousal. At the same time, Sylmare was using her hands to tease him. She was running her nails down his chest, his belly, his thighs. She would occasionally reach out and gently grab his belted cock, or cup his balls. She could see his cock, straining against the rings of the belt, desperately trying to get fully erect but prevented from doing so by the chastity belt.

Gruhlzam groaned, both from the arousal he could not relieve and the pain as his cock felt like it was about to burst through the metal and leather holding it.

“Tell us where the orcs are going to attack first and when, and I will remove the belt and ride your cock,” Namys said soothingly.

“I am telling you, I don’t know, you stupid cunts!” Gruhlzam roared. “We were supposed to take Salelenor and then march to some other city before you captured us! I don’t even know what city! And I have no idea what the bulk of the horde has planned.”

“Aww, your cock is disappointed by that answer, I can see it twitching and straining against the belt,” Sylmare said, feigning sympathy. She leaned down and began to flick her tongue across the tip of his cock, eliciting more frustrated groans from the orc. “Are you sure you don’t know anything?”

“Yes, I am sure!” Gruhlzam shouted.

Sylmare lifted her leg up and straddled Gruhlzam’s waist. She reached down, taking his belted cock and lining it up with her pussy. Then she sank down, letting his cock slip inside her. His belted cock would be able to feel the wetness and warmth of her pussy but would not be able to get hard. Gruhlzam roared in anger and slammed his head against the table in frustration.

“Aww, don’t hurt yourself,” Namys said, and she leaned in and let her breasts fall against Gruhlzam’s face and she shook them so that they rubbed against his mouth and nose. Gruhlzam growled as he desperately strained against his bindings, trying to thrust his cock further up into Sylmare’s pussy.

“Aww that cock of yours wants elf cunt so bad. Tell us about the orcs plans and both of us will ride that desperate cock of yours,” Sylmare said in her soft, soothing voice.

“I don’t know anything!” Gruhlzam screamed. He was practically crying. The elf maidens knew he would do anything for the chance to cum and he clearly did not have the information they sought. But the two interrogators had to be sure. Sylmare and Namys would continue this torment for another few hours. Then it would be onto the next orc or goblin. Eventually, one of them would give them the information they wanted.

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It was the next morning. Early in the prior evening, Radelia and Haera had broken and told the orcs everything they knew. As promised, the last two orcs that fucked them were gifted the two new slaves by Urzkhal. But that had not ended their ravishment by all of the orcs. The two orcs agreed to share their new chattel with all of the orcs until they got back to their war camp. The orcs continued fucking them over and over. They were not the only new slaves that spent the entire night being fucked. Laerdya and her 4 guards were also ravaged nonstop. By the next day, all 6 elves were laying in the dirt, covered in cum and sobbing. Urzkhal had sampled Laerdya’s ass and cunt himself. He knew she would make a fine slave.

He selected two of his warriors. “Take these 5 slaves back to Grimnor with this scroll,” he instructed the orcs, handing them the scroll from Queen Thaconia and gesturing to Laerdya and her 4 former guards. He then ushered over more of his orcs. “Coffle those two together; they are coming with us,” he instructed, gesturing to Radelia and Haera. “They are from the kingdom we are entering and know the territory. They will be useful. We are heading now to the goblins.”

Laerdya found herself chained into the back of a coffle, behind her former guards. She was so sore and exhausted that she did not think she would be able to walk. But as a whip slashed into her ass and an orc screamed, “Move it, cunts!” she lurched forward. She started to sob. She knew her life as a princess had come to an abrupt end and a nightmare that would last a lifetime had just begun.

(End of Part 7, to be continued...)

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