The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 9 – The Attack on Yllho Dorthore

Urzkhal and his warriors were outside of the small village of Yllho Dorthore, far enough back that they would not be seen. Just east of the village was the fort. The sun was setting. They were waiting until nightfall to attack the fort.

One of Urzkhal’s orcs, Krost, was playing with Radelia and Haera while they waited for nightfall. Krost was the orc that had acquired ownership of Haera weeks before. And he was working on conditioning the new slaves. Krost was pushing their heads together and making them kiss each other. 

 “Start fingering your friend while you kiss her,” the orc commanded Radelia. “I am going to fuck her in a couple minutes and want that cunt nice and juicy.”

Radelia slid her hand between Haera’s thighs and began fingering and rubbing her sex. “And you do the same to your friend; she is going to be fucked by some of my friends, I am sure.” Haera began fingering Radelia as they continued kissing, shoving their tongues into each other’s mouths.

“Now finger each other’s asses and get them nice and lubricated with your cunt juices. Those asses are gonna get reamed too,” Krost demanded. Radelia slid her hand from Haera’s pussy to her ass and began smearing her juices all around her anus before she pushed her finger inside. Hara did the same to Radelia. The two elves were barely humiliated anymore after weeks of constant abuse and degradation. They did whatever was asked of them, fearful of the lashing or other punishment they would suffer if they hesitated.

Urzkhal stepped over to the two slaves and the orc. “Before you get fucked, answer my questions slaves. How many elves are in this village and how well defended is it?”

Radelia and Haera stopped kissing. Their backs and asses still stung fiercely from their most recent whipping. They did not want to be whipped again so the quickly responded.

“It is a small village, Master. I think only a few hundred elves. And it is a small fort with only a small number of soldiers,” Radelia responded. Haera nodded in agreement.

“Good,” Urzkhal said. He looked back to the orc. “Continue your fun and at night, we attack.”

The orc pushed Radelia’s and Haera’s together again and they resumed kissing and fingering each other. Within a couple minutes, they were both on their hands and knees with their asses thrust up in the air being fucked from behind.

Urzkhal even heard Radelia moaning softly as she was fucked. She was beginning to accept that she was a slave. And soon enough they would have many more slaves from the fort and village. And more importantly, they would have the information they needed to capture the centaurs. Urzkhal eagerly awaited nightfall.

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King Vamir and Queen Velatha were staring at a scroll. It had just arrived by bird from Queen Thaconia of Alyoshara and read:

King Vamir. I am very sympathetic to your plight. Given the danger we ourselves face, I have decided to keep our warriors in Alyoshara. However, given the terrible tragedy that your daughter Miriella has suffered a year ago, I wish to do anything I can to protect your other daughters. Our kingdoms have long been friends. I propose a marriage between your two remaining daughters and my sons, Prince Durlan and Prince Kemmyth and for your daughters to move to our capitol of Shylnserine. Here they will be safe from any orcs.

I pray to the Gods every day for the return of your other daughter, Miriella.

Most Sincerely,

Queen Thaconia of Alyoshara

After they finished reading the note, Queen Velatha said bitterly, “Subjecting Neia and Jhilsara to those two princes isn’t as bad as surrendering them to the orcs, but it isn’t much better.” It was a dark-humored joke, but she was only half joking. Vamir and Velatha had met Queen Thaconia’s sons on more than one occasion. They were arrogant, rude, and mean-spirited.

“She is not just looking for grandchildren either,” Vamir said, anger in his voice. “And she is not looking to protect our daughters. If we send them away to Alyoshara, Queen Thaconia is hoping she will be able to control them. She wants to take our kingdom. If we die, by the orcs or otherwise, and she has our daughters in her grip through her sons, she will control this kingdom.”

Velatha was silent for a moment and then said, “Still, as much as Neia and Jhilsara will hate us for sending them there to marry those arrogant, conceited oafs, is it not a better fate than what will befall them if the orcs take the kingdom? Perhaps we should take this offer…”

Vamir shook his head and quickly responded. “No, we must have faith. We have beaten the orcs in battle and will do so again. Our daughters will not end up in their clutches.” He tried his best to sound confident. But in the back of his mind, he wondered if he should take Queen Thaconia’s offer. For now, he would not. He would not give in to Queen Thaconia’s scheming and power-grabbing unless he had no choice. And he knew the message he would send to his army if he sent his daughters away. It would mean he did not think they would prevail against the orcs. And if his soldiers thought that, the kingdom was doomed. Vamir realized that was the terrible burden of being king. Having to choose between the safety of his daughters and the protection of his kingdom. He prayed that if the time came, he made the right choice, whatever that was.

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Grimnor was standing and gripping Phelorna’s hair. He had just cum in her mouth, but there was still some cum on the tip of his cock. “Clean it,” he ordered sternly and he yanked Phelorna’s hair, pulling her head in. 

 She opened her lips and took the cock back inside her mouth and began to lick and suck it clean. He looked down at Phelorna. “Make sure your cunt is wet because as soon as I get hard again, I am going to fuck you,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Phelorna said softly and she thrust her hand between her parted thighs and began masturbating. With her other hand she began to pinch and twist her nipples. She had learned she quickly grew aroused from that sensation. Within a couple minutes, Phelorna was panting and moaning.

However, her moans were largely drowned out by the noises from two other elf slaves. Miriella was moaning loudly as she bounced up and down on Grakam’s cock. Grakam Madfang was in Grimnor’s tribe, the Blood Fangs and he ruled the clan while Grimnor served as War Chieftain. Grimnor nominally remained the chieftain of the clan while he was war chieftain but he had little involvement in leading it, because of his duties as war chief. If and when Grimnor died, in all likelihood Grakam would be his successor as chief of the Blood Fang Clan, and then would participate as a member of the Council of the Horde to elect a new War Chieftain.

Echoing with the moans and gasps of Miriella were the sharp cries of Laerdya. She was in her hands and knees being roughly fucked from behind by Orgzul Stoutbeast. He was not being gentle with the slave as he thrust savagely into her. And Laerdya’s cries were not from pleasure. Unlike Miriella, Laerdya was not enjoying herself. She had yet to break and accept her new life as a slave, and was still quite miserable. But Miriella knew she would eventually. Miriella remembered well her first few weeks and months as a slave and how terrible it had been for her. Miriella barely recognized the elf she was back then. That old Miriella seemed like a complete stranger now. She wondered how long it had been. She knew many months but it was hard to keep track of time as a slave.

Miriella was impressed by how far Phelorna had come along in only a short time. Phelorna was still quite timid and embarrassed but every day she was becoming more submissive and more shameless in being a good slut.

Laerdya was still far from being the submissive and eager slut. She had been a princess of Elevosia’s most powerful kingdom only a couple weeks ago. She had been captured and enslaved two weeks ago and had only arrived at Grimnor’s camp a few days ago. Miriella had been there when she was branded. She had begged and pleaded not to be branded and had screamed so loudly when the brand was pressed to her thigh. 

Laerdya had been captured with four of her guards and they had ended up in the fuck pit after they were branded. Being a former princess had spared her that fate. Her cunt was too valuable. But being spared the fuck pit had not spared her a very rough treatment. With the Council here, she was quite the popular new toy. Laerdya had been degraded and abused in every way imaginable Still, she desperately clung to her desire to be free. But with each thrust by an orc cock or slash by an orc’s whip stripped away a little more of her free will and her dignity. And right now, the orc pounding her more and more into submission was Orgzul

Orgzul thrusted away until he groaned and came inside Laerdya’s battered, sore cunt. Grakam climaxed inside Miriella shortly thereafter. The two former elven princesses were ordered to lick clean the cocks that had just been fucking them. As a humiliated and distraught Laerdya took Orgzul’s cock in her mouth, Orgzul commanded her, “Do not take it out of your mouth until I tell you, slut.” Grakam did not have to issue a similar command to Miriella. She was well trained and was overjoyed to have an orc cock in her mouth.

The three orcs began discussing Grimnor’s plans for the war. “Orgzul, you are one of our most experienced orcs in warfare. I will lean on you and your clan when our invasion begins.”

“Orgzul nodded. “I look forward to adding some ears to my necklace.” He glanced down at his necklace of ears, acquired from his many victories in battle. It did not yet have an elf’s ear and he was very much looking forward to adding several to his collection.

“And Grakam, I will lean on you too. I trust you and our tribe, so I will entrust you with some particularly critical missions.”

“Of course, Chieftain,” Grakam replied. “Hopefully Urzkhal returns soon with these centaur creatures. I look forward to taking the attack to these elves.”

Grimnor nodded. He did as well, even more so than Grakam. He had staked his reputation and legacy as War Chieftain on the conquering of Elevosia. And defeating the elves’ cavalry would be critical if he were to succeed. Grimnor looked over at Phelorna. “Ass in the air and prepare to be fucked, slave,” he commanded.

Phelorna quickly complied, getting on all fours, raising her as high in the air and spreading her thighs. Grimnor glanced between her parted legs and saw that her cunt was dripping. He pushed a finger inside her to confirm she was quite slick. Grimnor grabbed Phelorna’s hips and positioned his cock at the entrance of her sex. He drove his hips forward and began thrusting, pounding away at the young elf, who was soon gasping and moaning.

Laerdya and Miriella had managed to get Orgzul and Grakam hard again, and the two orcs decided to switch off and fuck the two slaves in the ass. As Orgzul drove his cock into Miriella’s ass she cried out in ecstasy. Laerdya was decidedly less thrilled as she was ass-fucked by Grakam.

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Sylmare and her assistant interrogator, Usamea, were in an interrogation cell questioning an orc named Belturzukk. The orc was strapped down on the table in the standard configuration with his erect cock tied off below his balls. His cock was shiny and slippery, as Sylmare had rubbed oil on it. She was slowly stroking his oily cock, keeping the orc in the verge of orgasm but not allowing him release, as she questioned him.

The door opened and Namys slipped inside. She gestured for Sylmare to join her in the corner and Sylmare leaned in and licked Belturzukk’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Stay hard for me; I will be right back.” He groaned in agony, so desperate to cum, as Sylmare stepped into the corner.

The two elves spoke in a low voice so that Belturzukk could not hear. “When you interrogated the goblin Ucherg, did he say anything about the Mauta?” Namys asked.

Sylmare shook her head. “The centaurs? No, why?”

“It sounds like the goblins were tracking them for some reason before the goblins were captured,” Namys replied. “He hasn’t divulged why yet but I will get it out of him soon enough.”

“As soon as you do, alert the capitol. And we should send a message to the Mauta as well,” Sylmare said. Namys nodded in agreement and departed to continue her interrogation.

Sylmare returned to Belturzukk. “Now, where were we? Oh, you were begging to cum and I was telling you that you will only be allowed to cum if you give me useful information about the orcs’ plan for invasion.” She began to slowly stroke Belturzukk’s cock again and he roared in frustration and he bucked against the table.

This continued for nearly an hour. Sweat was pouring off of Belturzukk and he was panting and begging to cum. “I don’t know anything about what our leaders were planning!” he bellowed.

“That is a shame because you will only be allowed to cum if you do,” Sylmare said. She started stroking his cock again when suddenly she heard a crashing noise and shouting outside the cell. She turned just as the door burst open and a pair of orcs crashed inside. At first, Sylmare thought the orcs must have escaped from a cell. But then she realized that they wore armor and the weapons they had were not elven weapons they had could have taken from the guards in the fort. These orcs had attacked the fort from outside. Sylmare was naked and had no weapon. Usamea went for the dagger sheathed at her belt but one of the orcs was upon her in seconds and disarmed her and pinned her to the floor. The other orc grabbed Sylmare and wrapped his arms around her, pinning her against him. She screamed and started flailing. Another orc entered.

“General, we found these two interrogating this orc.” the orc grabbing Sylmare said.

Urzkhal stepped into the interrogation room and unstrapped Belturzukk from the table.

“My name is General Urzkhal and we are taking this fort. Which one of these two cunts do you want to fuck?” Belturzukk knew right away and without hesitating, he eagerly pointed to Sylmare. “Strip and bind that one and take her to one of the holding cells,” Urzkhal commanded his two men, pointing to Usamea. He then pointed to Sylmare. “And strap that one down on the table here so our friend can have some fun with her while we clear the rest of the fort.”

Sylmare wailed and desperately tried to free herself but the orc easily pinned her down on the table and strapped her down. She heard Usamea squealing as she was stripped and then she was hauled out of the interrogation room. Sylmare was now alone in the room with Belturzukk, strapped down to the table spreadeagle. Belturzukk bent down and grabbed Usamea’s underwear which had been discarded on the floor. He shoved them into Sylmare’s mouth. “When you are strapped down, I don’t need you to talk,” he growled. “For the rest of your miserable life, the only thing your mouth will be for is sucking orc cock. And it is now the least important of your three holes.” Belturzukk climbed up onto table, on top of Sylmare. She squealed through her gag and shook her head. “Earlier today you told me my cock would never get to be in your cunt. Well, I guess you were wrong!” Belturzukk rammed his hips forward hard and Sylmare screamed through her gag as his cock mercilessly drove into her pussy. Belturzukk began pounding her savagely, thrusting as hard as he could. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted her to feel all his pent-up sexual frustration being released. Sylmare let out a muffled wail as she was brutally fucked.

Belturzukk did not last long and he bellowed in ecstasy as he unleased torrent after torrent of cum inside her battered pussy. He climbed off of the sobbing elf. He had finally gotten to fuck her, but he was not done getting his revenge. Belturzukk bent down again and picked up Usamea’s discarded belt. He whipped it through the air, bringing it crashing down on Sylmare’s breasts, and she screamed in pain. Belturzukk roared as he started beating Sylmare with the belt over and over, striking her breasts, her belly, her legs. Finally, he moved between her spread legs. She weakly shook her head but Belturzukk slashed the belt down between her legs, striking her already tender pussy. Sylmare howled in pain through Usamea’s panties. Over and over Belturzukk beat her pussy until her screams made him hard again. Belturzukk dropped the belt and started to undo the straps holding down her legs. As soon as they were freed, he grabbed her legs and bent them backs so that they were pushed back down towards her head and her ass was lifted from the table and exposed. Holding her in that position, he growled, “Time to try out that second hole! I have lots of cum built up over the last few weeks to dump inside you!” He lined up his cock at her ass and shoved forward. Sylmare screamed through her gag as Belturzukk’s cock was savagely driven into her ass. The orc grunted as he began thrusting in a frenzied manner, reaming her ass. Sylmare almost blacked out from the pain.

When he finally came again, he let go of Sylmare’s legs and they crashed back down onto the table. She prayed he was finally spent. But then the door opened. Trulakk, Ucherg, and Gruhlzam all walked into the cell and Sylmare let out a terrified wail. She had teased and tormented all of them recently. She knew they were here for their revenge.

“You done with this cunt?” Trulakk asked.

“I am not done with her but I need to recover before I use her again. Have at her,” Belturzukk replied. As Trulakk climbed on top of her, Sylmare started to sob again, realizing she was in for a long night. “Time to give this cunt a reckoning for teasing us and torturing us!” Ucherg snarled, and then Trulakk rammed his cock into Sylmare’s pussy, causing her to scream yet again through her panty gag as she was brutally fucked a third time.

Outside the cells, Urzkhal watched as his orcs wrapped up taking the fort. It had not been hard at all to take. There had only been a handful of guards on the wall and at the gate and the orcs had easily forced their way inside. Inside, they had found less than 50 elves. The orcs outnumbered them 10 to 1, and they quickly killed all the males and captured all the females. To their delight, they found that the fort had way more females than males. They had added 35 new slaves. The 15 dead male elves had been tossed into a pile.

The fortress had about three dozen captive orcs and goblins. The captives had all been freed and now they were all taking their revenge on their former captors, particularly the interrogators. With the fort now secured, it was time for the orcs to take the village of Yllho Dorthore, which was adjacent to the fort. It was the middle of the night. The elves in the village had no idea that the orcs had attacked the fort. This would be an easy victory. Urzkhal left 50 of his orcs to help hold the fort and he led his remaining 450 warriors into the sleeping village and they attacked, storming into homes, killing any male inhabitants and stripping and dragging out the females. It was all over in a couple hours. The orcs collected over 200 stripped and bound elf maidens. Over 200 male elves lay dead.

“Get them coffled up,” Urzkhal ordered. He turned to head back to the fort as the sobbing elves were chained together to be herded to their new lives as slaves.

Inside the fort, all of the captive elf maiden soldiers and interrogators had been rounded up into the main hall. They were all being ravaged over and over by their former prisoners, as well as Urzkhal’s warriors.

Urzkhal saw the two elf maidens that had been identified as the head interrogators, Sylmare and Namys. It was clear they had been the most popular elf maidens for abuse. Their bodies were striped red and bleeding from being lashed and whipped and beaten. Their lower orifices were swollen, gaping, and red, and oozing torrents of cum. At the moment they were both kneeling on the ground, being forced to lick the former captive Gruhlzam ‘s feet and toes as he savagely slashed their bleeding backs and asses with a whip.

“Orcs,” Urzkhal called to all those assembled in the hall. “We have finished our work here. For those orcs captured and tormented by these vile elves, I hope you have enjoyed your retribution so far, and it is not over. All of these elf cunts will be sent back to our portal, along with the elf cunts from the neighboring village. The soldiers and interrogators and villagers alike will be tortured until they reveal which of the elf cunts from their village are the mothers or sisters or daughters of all the soldiers here. All of these cunts and their relatives, and the relatives of the dead male soldiers will all suffer for what was done to you. They will suffer the worst possible forms of slavery. First, they will be sent to our interrogator Gnarlug and then they can experience what real interrogation feels like. Then they will go to our goblin Lebrolx for assessment. If he determines they are capable of birthing litters, they will spend the rest of their lives in a breeding camp, having their babies torn taken from them to be killed or enslaved. If they are not suitable for being bred, Lebrolx will have them for his experiments testing the limits of elves’ healing ability and durability.” There was a loud cheer of the orcs as they learned the fate of the elf maidens that had come to despise. A bunch of the elf maidens started sobbing, realizing what horrible fate that both they and their families faced.

Urzkhal continued. “The remaining elf cunts from the neighboring village will also suffer for what was done to you. They will be sent to a labor camp. They too shall suffer a particularly harsh slavery, as a consequence for being associated with these treacherous elves who like to torment and humiliate captive orcs.” There was another loud cheer.

“I need to speak with the goblin Ucherg!” Urzkhal announced.

Ucherg had been busy fucking a nearly unconscious Usamea but he called out in reply, “Be with you in a minute!”

After Ucherg was finished fucking Usamea, he went to see Urzkhal. “I am told you are the goblin who knows about these centaurs,” Urzkhal said.

“Yes, we had located them before these elves captured us,” Ucherg replied.

“Tell me everything you know about these centaurs. Because tomorrow we leave this fort to go capture them,” Urzkhal said.

(End of Part 9, to be continued...)

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