The Tale of Orgzul: Part 4 – On the March

It was the next morning. The orcs had burned their dead in a solemn ceremony the night prior. They had lost almost 1000 orcs in the battle, but the victory had been decisive. They had killed almost 13,000 elves and enslaved around 2,500. It was now time for the orcs to march on to their next targets. But first, it was time to send the newly-captured elf maidens off to be processed as slaves. The elves had been collared but they would not be branded until they reached the orcs’ camp at the portal. They were lined up as the slavers that had arrived began assessing them, determining if they were to be sent off to labor camps or the orcs’ new breeding camp. Once they were assessed, they were moved to one of two groups of coffles to be sent to their destination.

The elves that were deemed the prettiest were selected for the breeding camp, so long as the orcs determined their bodies were suitable for breeding. Orgzul watched curiously as a pair of slavers assessed a pretty young redhead who was begging not to be sent off to a breeding camp.

One of the orcs was groping her tits. “She has curves in all the right places, and nice tits. And the red hair and green eyes are obviously coveted. She would birth nice slaves.”

The other orc placed his hands on her hips and nodded. “Yep, and her hips are wide enough that she should accommodate birthing litters well. And she is young, so she should have a long usable life for breeding. Breeding camp for her.”

“No! Please no!” the elf maiden wailed, which earned a hard backhand to the face before she was dragged to the coffle of slaves going to the breeding camp. Orgzul chuckled. He supposed these elf cunts didn’t like the notion of being forcefully impregnated and their babies being stolen away. Maybe a labor camp sounded better comparatively to them now. But he figured the elves who spent a few weeks or months or years in a labor camp forced to do harsh labor for 18 hours a day were probably eager to do anything else, including birthing litters for the horde. The elves in the breeding camp would almost certainly live a lot longer than those in the labor camp, no matter how durable elves were.

The slavers moved down the line to a blonde elf maiden. They only gave her a summary glance before they designated her for a labor camp. The vast majority of the captives would be sent to labor camps, and so the orcs quickly rejected any for the breeding camps who were not the prettiest specimens or exotic-looking.

When the slavers finished, they had selected about 150 elf maidens to go to the breeding camp. They were chained into a single coffle. Most of the remaining captives were being sent to labor camps, after they were branded and then harshly broken to remove any defiance or resistance. Those slaves were locked into coffles of 250 each. With slashes of their whips, the slavers got the slaves moving. They had a long two-week journey to the portal and then a longer journey to their destinations in Aegor. Orgzul thought that, little did they know, these journeys would likely be the least terrible ordeals of the rest of their lives.

However, not every elf maiden was being sent to the portal right away. About 200 of the elf maidens would be travelling with Grimnor’s and Orgzul’s forces, 100 each. They would be lugging supplies and the ladders and battering rams that the orcs had fashioned and that would be needed to breach the cities they were attacking. And of course, it was always a boost for morale for the warriors to have slaves to fuck when they took breaks from marching at night. In addition to those slaves, a small handful were chosen to be hung up on the orcs’ banners as they marched, as a symbol of their victory, and as a signal to their elven enemy of the doom that awaited all of them. For the elf maidens chosen to travel with the orc armies, it only delayed their journey to a labor camp. And it was no mercy. They would spend the entire day either carrying heavy battering rams or ladders, or hung up on a banner with the hot sun bearing down on their naked flesh, and then would spend the entire night being ravaged by orcs. It was a harsh preview of their harsh lives to come.

Once the slaves being sent to the portal were on their way, it was time for the orcs to begin their march. Orgzul stood before his warriors. “Orcs! We have won a great victory, but that was only the beginning! The elves’ loss here has left much of this kingdom undefended! And now we march on the closest city, Ulylthemar. It is a walled-city and they will surely put up a fight. But we will crush their defenses and once we storm the city, we will have over 12,000 elf cunts ready to be collared and put on their knees. You will leave that city with more plunder than you have acquired in all of our battles with the puny humans! Are you ready to storm this city and kill its defenders!”

The orcs raised their weapons and roared.

“Then we march!” Orgzul bellowed and the orcs began their march for Ulylthemar.

At the same time, Grimnor and his forces began their march for Mathlhone and the large army of elves in its vicinity. The invasion of Argothrond was in full swing.

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Halaema and Tilvial sat alone in a cell. The cell was in a stone building at the center of the camp that they had been taken. They had arrived at the breeding camp earlier in the day and the orcs had put Tilvial and Halaema in the cell while the captive elves from Yllho Dorthore were set up outside in the “breeding stations,” according to one of the orcs. Tilvial had no idea what the stations were but she knew she would soon find out. The orc had informed Halaema and Tilvial that they would serve in the camp by making breeding potion and a hormone solution that the orcs would be giving the elves to increase milk production. But that was only a small part of their new responsibilities. Halaema and Tilvial would also have to help tend to the “brood mares” in their stations, such as washing and milking them, and assisting with their breeding once male elf captives arrived. And the orc had informed Halaema and Tilvial that they too would be given the hormones and expected to produce milk for the horde’s use. But they would avoid being bred, so long as they did what they were told and remained useful at the camp. Tilvial felt guilty about the tasks she had been given and that she would be forced to help these orcs breed elf maidens like animals. But she knew her only other choice was to be added to the breeding stock and have her babies stolen away from her.

After an hour or so passed, orcs came down to fetch Halaema and Tilvial. They were taken from the cell and the stone building and escorted to the breeding stations. Tilvial felt sick to her stomach when she saw the enslaved elf maidens from Yllho Dorthore. As she approached, she could see that all of them, approximately 130 in number, were on all fours, arranged in two lines that were facing each other. As she drew closer, she saw that they were all locked in metal stands that held them in place. Each of the metal stands consisted of two short, metal poles, one mounted vertically at the front of a small wooden platform and the other mounted vertically in the center. There were rings sitting atop each pole. The elf maidens were placed on all fours on the platforms and their necks were placed through the smaller ring in the front of the platform and their waists secured in the larger ring in the center. Tilvial watched as the last of the elf maidens were secured in their breeding stations; the rings had hinges and opened so that the elf maiden’s neck and waist could be slipped in and then it was closed and locked around the elf, securing her. Cuffs on the wooden platforms below the stands held their ankles and wrists and a metal bar was locked with cuffs between their knees and ankles to keep their legs parted widely. It appeared that the elf maidens were held almost complete immobile on the stands by the metal bars and cuffs.

Halaema and Tilvial were escorted between the two lines of elves. Tilvial had to look away when she saw the sad, terrified looks in their eyes. And she could see that they could not talk. Thick tubes had been shoved into their mouths and down their throats. On the other end of each tube was a funnel, held up by a wooden post staked into the ground in front of each breeding station.

“These are for feeding them, and dosing them with breeding potion,” one of the orcs explained. “You two will be in charge of feeding them and dosing them. You will dose them with breeding portion later but you can start feeding them today. Their gruel has in it the hormones to enhance their milk production, and they should start lactating in a few days. You both will be in charge with milking them as well, but we will go over that once they start. Now, get to feeding them.”

Halaema and Tilvial were given buckets of slave gruel and they ladled spoonfuls of the slave gruel into the funnels and it oozed down the feeding tubes and down their throats into their bellies. Tilvial could not believe how debasing this was for the poor elves. But she dared not refuse her task or protest, lest she end up locked in a breeding station herself. She tried to tell herself that as she ladled gruel into each feeding tube. There was nothing she could do for these elf maidens and the only thing she could do is work hard to avoid their cruel fate.

When all of the elf maidens were fed. Tilvial and Halaema were given bowls and told to eat themselves. They ladled gruel into their bowls and got down on all fours to eat. Tilvial was very glad she was permitted to eat from a bowl rather than a feeding tube.

Locked in one of the breeding stations was Sylmare. She had begged and pleaded for mercy and not to be bred until the feeding tube had been shoved into her mouth and down her throat, cutting off her words. Now she could only kneel there, firmly secured in metal rack as nightmarish thoughts ran through her head about the days and weeks and months and years to come. Across from her, Sylmare could see her former assistant, Usamea, and Namys’s daughter, Nueleth. Sylmare had seen Namys being locked into a station a few stations down from Sylmare before Sylmare herself was secured into hers. So, she knew that Namys could also likely see her daughter. Sylmare could not imagine how terrible it was for poor Namys, to have to watch her daughter suffer through this hell. Sylmare was racked with guilt that her and Namys’s actions had cause this nightmare to be thrust upon all the elf maidens from Yllho Dorthore. But she knew for Namys, the guilt must be so much worse, given that one of those elf maidens suffering the consequences was her own daughter. Sylmare was glad she did not have a daughter. Then it dawned on her. She would soon enough. She would give birth to many, but she would never get to see them or hold them or raise them.

“These slaves available to fuck?” an orc called out.

“Yes, but only their asses until they are impregnated. No fucking their cunts until they have been inseminated,” another orc replied.

There was a loud cheer and orcs began lining up behind the elf maidens locked in their stations. Soon there was a chorus of muffled cries and sobs as orcs began to make use of the asses of the elf maidens locked in their racks. Sylmare’s heart sank when she watched as orcs positioned behind Usamea and Nueleth and began thrusting away, causing both elf maidens to scream and wail into their feeding tubes.

Then Sylmare suddenly felt hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them. A second later she felt an orc’s cock pressing against her anus. She moaned in dismay through her feeding tube. Since her capture she had been ravaged so many times she had lost count. But it seemed that no matter how many times she was brutally fucked, getting fucked in the ass never got any easier. Sylmare tried to clench with her ass, desperately trying to keep the cock from forcing its way inside her. But it was no use. She screamed through her feeding tube as her asshole was painfully stretched as the orc forced his cock past her sphincter muscles and into her ass.

When the orc was fully embedded in Sylmare’s ass, he began to thrust with his hips and Sylmare’s vision blurred from the pain as the orc began slamming into her, painfully driving his cock in and out of her ass. The orc grunted in pleasure, enjoying Sylmare’s tight ass and the feel as it squeezing down on his cock, desperately trying to expel the thick invader from her body. He picked up his pace, slamming into her even harder and causing Sylmare’s muffled screams to increase in intensity. He groaned loudly and stiffened up as his cock began spasming, dumping his cum into her bowels. The orc pulled his cock from Sylmare’s gaping, battered asshole.

Tilvial and Halaema had finished eating their gruel, and as the orcs finished fucking the asses of the broodmares in their stations, they lumbered over to Tilvial and Halaema and made the two elves lick and suck their cocks clean. As Tilvial was forced to lick and suck cock after cock that had just been in the ass of another elf maiden, she started to cry. But a hard slap across her face shut her up. And she realized that as bad as this hell was for her, it was so much worse for the poor elf maidens in the breeding stations.

When Tilvial and Halaema had licked clean the last of the orcs, one of the orcs ordered the two slaves to follow him back to their cell. “At night, you will be available to be fucked by any orc who pleases. When you aren’t being fucked, I strongly advise you to rest up. Any day now, the captive male elves should be arriving and you will be helping to breed them with the broodmares.”

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Elanil cried softly as she was forced to walk as the orc Gurngo yanked the rope holding her bound wrists. She was crying because she was being dragged off to slavery. She was crying because she had just been ravaged and whipped by Gurngo, and had been constantly in the days after the orcs had captured her. And she was crying most of all because she had been taken after orcs had killed her whole family. The orcs had killed her father and younger brothers right away. The orcs had apparently intended to take Elanil’s mother along with Elanil. But her mother had fought fiercely trying to defend her children and when she had tried to stab the orcs with a knife one of them had cut her pretty bad with his own sword. It had not killed her but the orcs decided she would not be able to make the long trek back to their portal with her injury and so they had killed her too, and sent off Gurngo with just Elanil. Now Elanil was the lone surviving member of her family and she knew that soon enough, she would be forgotten. Soon enough, she would be back in the orcs’ world and would spend the rest of her life as a slave.

And she knew it would be very soon. They had reached the Great Forest. Gurngo continued yanking her makeshift leash and Elanil lurched forward as she tried her best to keep up, knowing she would be whipped again if she could not.

Gurngo took Elanil into the forest. After they had walked for a couple hours, they rounded a bend and the orc suddenly froze. Elanil looked up the road and she saw two elf maidens. They each had swords drawn and they moved quickly towards Elanil and the orc.

Gurngo drew his own sword. “Stop right there!” he growled. “Drop your weapons and kneel. I am taking you two cunts with me!” The two elf maidens did not stop. Gurngo raised his sword, ready to chop the two elf maidens down once they were in range.

Naevys was hidden behind a bush, watching Gurngo ready to engage Jeardra and Viessa. Gurngo did not see her as she rose from the bush, pointing a bow at him. Naevys was not an archer but most elven solders had training with a bow. She aimed her arrow at the back of Gurngo’s neck, which was not protected by armor. As he moved quickly towards Jeardra and Viessa, Naevys let her arrow fly. It flew through the air and missed his neck but caught his shoulder. The arrow pierced his light armor but the armor slowed the arrow down enough that it did not pierce too deeply into his flesh. Still, Gurngo bellowed in pain and lurched back, trying to figure out the source of the sudden searing pain he felt. His distraction was the moment Jeardra and Viessa had been waiting for. They charged at him, Jeardra coming at him from his left and Viessa from his right. Gurngo tried to swing his sword at Viessa but the arrow in his shoulder weakened and slowed his swing. Viessa jumped back and the blade barely missed her face. But as Gurngo lunged towards Viessa, Jeardra raced at from the other side and plunged her sword into his throat. Gurngo let out a pained, gargling gasp, falling to his knees and dropping his sword. Jeardra pulled the blade from his throat and there was a spray of blood and Gurngo fell face down into the dirt, bleeding out quickly and dying.

Naevys and Viessa hurried over to Elanil and cut away the rope around her wrists. Jeardra cut away Gurngo’s pants so that Elanil could wrap them around her waist to give herself some modestly. Gurngo’s shirt was too soaked in blood to be of any use.

Elanil told them what had happened to her family. Jeardra and the two former warriors knew that a young elf from a farming family would not be cut out for their mission, so they did not try to recruit her. They told her how to exit the forest and where the nearest outpost of warriors would be. And then the three elf maidens vanished into the forest, ready to ambush and kill the next orc they found.

(End of Part 4, to be continued...)

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