The Tale of Orgzul: Part 5 – The Attack on Ulylthemar
Eriladar Ulamaer was the governor of the city of Ulylthemar. A couple days prior, he had received word about the defeat of the Argothrond Army near the Great Forest. Word of the defeat had quickly spread throughout the entire kingdom. And everyone feared that their city of village would be the next place targeted by the orcs. Ever since he had received the news, Eriladar had been meeting with his advisor and officials of the city to plan their defense against any orc attacks. He was having another series of meetings that day. But at the moment, he was having breakfast with his wife, Caerthynna, and daughter, Faunalyn. All three were quiet as they ate. The news of what had transpired near the Great Forest weighed heavily on all of them. It weighed heavily on every elf in the city.
The day prior, they had discovered goblins in the city. The elves had captured and killed them. But knowledge that there had been goblin spies in the city only increased the fear in the city. Some of the officials in the city feared it meant that it was inevitable that their city was next on the orcs’ list. Eriladar tried to keep everyone calm, and insisted that the orcs likely had spies in every city, and it did not necessarily mean they were being targeted next. “Our army had a setback, but we must have confidence that our kingdom will defeat the enemy. And our city can withstand any attacker,” he had insisted.
Eriladar tried to clear his mind of these nightmarish thoughts while he ate breakfast with his family. But it was hard to do so. He knew that if the city was attacked and did not withstand an attack by the orcs, his wife and daughter would be dragged away as slaves.
There was knock on the door, and one of Eriladar’s deputies entered the room. He had a grim look on his face. “Governor, it appears an army of orcs is marching in this direction. They are only a few hours away.” Caerthynna let out a dismayed groan, and Faunalyn looked between her two parents, terror in her eyes.
Eriladar rose from his seat. “It is going to be OK,” he tried to assure his wife and daughter. “Our defenses are strong.” But it was obvious from the tone of his voice how scared he was. Ever since he had learned that the elves’ army had been defeated, he had prayed that the orcs didn’t choose his city as their next target. But it appeared that his worst nightmare had come true. There was no other city nearby. If the orcs were a few hours away, they were marching for Ulylthemar, and unless the elves’ managed to hold them off, every male in the city would be killed and every female would be enslaved. He hurried out with his deputy and they raced to alert everyone in the city. It was time to prepare their defenses for an imminent attack.
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“Aw, you don’t want to be whipped anymore?” Avshera asked Eliana in a mocking tone. Avshera and Eliana were locked in a cell, and Rokotu had ordered Avshera to further break Eliana into submission. Eliana was tied with her wrists above her head. She was gagged so all she could do was emphatically shake her head in response to Avshera’s question.
“Will you be a good little slave and do everything I say if I stop?” Avshera asked her.
Eliana frantically nodded her head.
“I don’t believe you,” Avshera replied and she picked up the flogger again and began whipping Eliana’s tits again until Eliana was sobbing through her gag. As she colored Eliana’s tits with dark red stripes, she thought of the times Eliana had whipped her. It seemed her former Mistress could dish it but she couldn’t take it. Eliana had seemed so strong and confident once, but now she was a terrified, weak slave. “I do owe you gratitude,” Avshera said. “When you found me, I was so desperate to escape slavery. So desperate to go back to being free. But you helped me to understand that I would always be a slave. That being a slave was my purpose in life. But still I was naïve. I thought you cared for me. That you valued me as your faithful slave. And then the first chance you got, you tried to trade me for your own benefit. To save your own ass. So, I owe you for teaching me yet a new lesson. I am not something to be treasured. I am a thing. To be used and sold as my owner pleases.” She walked around and began whipping Eliana’s ass over and over. After 20 strikes, she stopped and leaned in and said in her ear. “And I love helping our owner make you understand that is what you are now too. A helpless slave. Chattel! Spread your legs so I can whip your cunt.”
Eliana dropped her head and began sobbing harder. The thought of having her tender pussy whipped was unbearable. But Eliana knew if she did not comply, it would only increase and prolong her torment. She slowly parted her legs as Avshera circled around to her front again. “Good little slave,” she said before she swung her arm upward and slashing her flogger between Eliana’s legs and into her pussy. Eliana bucked wildly and screamed into her gag. The pain was so intense; her poor pussy felt like it was on fire. But as agonizing as it was, Eliana was helpless to make it stop. Avshera wanted Eliana to understand how helpless she now was at a slave. She was completely at the mercy of others. She had no autonomy over her own body, so say in whether she experienced pleasure or pain. Over and over, Avshera whipped Eliana’s pussy until Eliana was hanging limp by her wrists, bathed in sweat and sobbing weakly.
Avshera set down the flogger and she reached up to untie Eliana’s wrists. As soon as they were freed, Eliana collapsed on to the floor. Avshera walked to the other side of the room where there was a chair and she sat down. “Crawl over here and show your submission by licking my feet,” Avshera ordered. Eliana slowly got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to Avshera. Her whole body was stinging fiercely. She would do anything commanded of her to avoid more pain. Avshera lifted up her left foot and pushed it in Eliana’s face. Eliana immediately stuck out her tongue and began gliding it up and down the sole of Avshera’s foot and then licking in between her toes, then gently sucking on her toes, just as she had once taught Avshera to do. Avshera watched amused as Eliana continued worshipping her foot, drool spilling down her chin. If anyone saw Eliana like this, they would have never guessed she had once professed to be a natural dominant. She looked every but the submissive little slut at the moment.
Avshera pulled her foot away and then stuck the other one in Eliana’s face. Eliana repeated the process and worshipped the other foot. When she was done, Avshera stood up and looked down at Eliana. “My pussy has been fucked by so many orcs and I have not been permitted a bath. I feel so sticky and gross down there and it’s starting to smell quite pungent. Get your tongue in my cunt and clean it.
Eliana did not hesitate. She pushed her head up between Avshera’s thighs and pressed her face into her crotch. Eliana snaked out her tongue and began licking at Avshera’s slit, licking up all the stale cum that was inside her and slurping it down. Eliana was disgusted and humiliated as she swallowed the sour, slimy liquid, but she dared not disobey. Soon Avshera was moaning and the smell and taste of her arousal began to overpower the taste of soured orc cum. “Now lick and suck on my clit, like you taught me,” Avshera ordered. Eliana obediently complied, flicking at Avshera’s clit with her tongue before taking it past her lips and gently sucking on it. Back and forth Eliana went between licking Avshera’s slit and slicking and sucking on her clit. Eliana had instructed many slaves on how to eat pussy and she was able to apply those skills well. Soon, Avshera’s breathing was labored and suddenly she gasped and then cried out, her body shaking as she orgasmed.
When the orgasm had subsided, Avshera pushed Eliana’s head away. “Now lick my ass, it has been fucked a lot too.” Eliana turned around and sat on her knees on the chair with her ass facing Eliana. An even more humiliated Eliana pushed her face between Avshera’s ass cheeks and began licking her asshole. Eliana wanted to throw up but she kept licking, knowing she had no choice in the matter. Avshera decided to let Eliana do this for a while; it was a good way to humble a new slave she thought. And she loved the feel of Eliana’s tongue in her ass. “Really push your tongue ion there, slut. Fuck my ass with your tongue,” Avshera ordered.
But after a few minutes, the door to the cell opened and Rokotu entered the slaves’ cell. Eliana pulled her face away from Avshera’s ass and knelt on the ground facing her owner, parting her thighs wide. Avshera climbed off the chair and knelt beside Eliana. “How is breaking the new slut coming along, slave?” Rokotu asked Avshera.
“Very well, Master, I hope,” Avshera replied.
“We shall see,” Rokotu said. “Crawl over here and kiss my boots,” he ordered Eliana. Eliana crawled over quickly and planted her lips on the orc’s boots and began kissing them all over. Rokotu watched her, pleased. “Now on all fours and present your cunt to be fucked,” he ordered.
Eliana hurriedly got into position. Rokotu got on his knees behind Eliana and lined up his cock at her displayed cunt. He thrusted forward and drove his cock into her, finding her pussy was already super slick. He groaned with pleasure and began thrusting away. Soon, Eliana was moaning loudly and thrusting her hips back. The new slave was quickly learning to embrace her slavery.
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Orgzul halted his troops. They were a mile outside of Ulylthemar. When they halted their march, the slavers stopped whipping at the slaves, which had kept them moving in spite of their exhaustion, and many of them collapsed. They had been hauling the orcs’ siege weapons with no breaks for many hours. But they would get no time to rest and recover. Soon they were all on their backs or on all fours being fucked by orcs.
Orgzul turned to one of his lieutenants, Zagg Gorebasher. “Deliver our terms for surrender to Ulylthemar,” he instructed Zagg, smiling. He knew the elves were almost certain to reject the terms. In fact, Orgzul didn’t want them to accept the terms, as he wanted a fight. The Ear Ripper Clan were fighters. Orgzul had not tasted a real war in some time. He was eager to fight and add some ears to his necklace. So let Ulylthemar reject the terms he thought. But he knew when other cities learned the consequences of not accepting terms, and knowing they had no choice, those other cities might. And as much as Orgzul wanted to fight, he knew that conquering walled cities could be costly. It would be good to set some harsh examples early on so that the orcs might avoid bloody and costly attacks on cities later on.
Zagg got on his hellhound and rode off for Ulylthemar to deliver the terms.
In Ulylthemar, the city was in a panic as Eriladar frantically oversaw the city’s preparation of its defenses. Ulylthemar was a walled city, with 30-foot stone and brick walls surrounding its entire perimeter and three fortified gates on its north, east, and south sides. He prayed he walls would be sufficient to hold off the orcs’ attack. Ulylthemar had sent half of its warriors to join the army that had marched on the orcs and lost. It meant Ulylthemar only had about 500 regular troops in the city. But the city had a population of over 25,000, and many other elves capable of fighting were drafted to help defend the walls. All were willing to join in. Every elf in the city knew the consequences of being overrun by the orcs. If they did not keep the orcs out, every elf inside would be killed or enslaved. They had archers along the entire perimeter of the wall and a smaller number of soldiers on the wall armed with other weapons and ready to fight off any orcs that tried to scale the walls, and throw down rocks at any that tried to breach the gates.
In the late morning, Zagg showed up to the south gate. The elves saw him approaching and called the alarm. But they could tell right away he was alone and they did not attack him as he approached. As he drew near, Zagg called out to the guards that he had come to “negotiate the terms of the elves’ surrender.” Eriladar was ushered to the gate to meet with the orc, though he had no intentions of surrendering.
Eriladar moved to stand on one side of the gate and Zagg waited on the other side. As soon as Eriladar approached, Zagg asked him, “Are you the leader of this city?”
“I am,” Eriladar replied. “And I advise you and your kind to move on, for if you try and take this city, we will fight to defend it and we will kill every single one of you that tries to breach our city.”
Zagg laughed. “Surely, you know what we did to Salelenor. Surely you know by now what we did to your army. Trying to defend this city is futile. But in an incredible act of generosity, my chieftain has authorized me to come here to negotiate your surrender.”
“It is one thing to surprise our army with your new centaur cavalry and defeat us in an open field. It is quite another to try to take a walled city. We have the advantage here.” Eriladar replied. “And you took Salelenor, a much smaller city that was not nearly as fortified, by surprise. And goblin saboteurs helped you sneak in. We already found your goblins, as I am sure you saw when you arrived.”
Zagg turned and looked at the wall to the right of the gate where the bodies of 6 goblins had been hung up. He smiled. “You think we need someone to open a gate for us to take this city? We have been sacking cities for generations. We are quite good at it. We are only offering you a negotiated surrender out of a desire to keep this city intact, so that we can use it.”
Eriladar frowned. He had no intention of surrendering but he would at least hear the orc out. “And what are these terms you are offering?” he asked.
Zagg started offering the terms. “They are very generous indeed. Every female of your city will walk out these gates, strip off their clothing and fall to their knees so that they can be collared and placed in a coffle. If they willingly submit to slavery, we will make them all sex slaves rather than force many of them into labor camps or a breeding camp, which is much harsher by comparison. Only your warrior elf maidens will be put in labor camps but we will spare them from being put in our breeding camp, which I imagine is the worst fate for a young female elf. The sex slaves will learn to accept and embrace their lives as slaves. Many of them will soon love their slavery and will crave orc cock, after they have been broken.”
“You are quite a naïve fool if you think our elf maidens will submit to humiliating slavery just to save our males. No, all of us, male and female alike, will gladly defend this city and repel your attack.”
“Oh, I had not finished,” Zagg replied, laughing. “We are not going to spare most of your males. No, after the females have all been collared and coffled, you will open the gates to the city and allow us entry. And we will slaughter most of your males. However, by surrendering, we will offer you this tremendous mercy. We will spare 100 of your males to be used as breeding slaves. And while the life of a breeding slave as a female is quite miserable, I imagine it is quite fun for the males. Your only purpose will be to fuck elf cunt. But that is not even the most generous offer we are making you. If you surrender, we will also spare your youngest males, the young children. Normally we do not spare males or keep male slaves. But we are willing to spare these young males because we can raise them from a young age and train them to be obedient slaves. If you surrender, all the young children, male and female will be raised in camps and taught be good slaves. Their lives will not even be harsh, at least until they come of age, of course. When the females are developed, they will begin their training as sex slaves, of course, and when the boys are of age, they will be sent to labor camps or breeding camps. But the male children will only get this mercy if you surrender. Or you can refuse to surrender, and we will kill you all. And many of your females will end up in labor camps or our breeding camp, fates much worse than the deaths we will give your males. So, what will it be? Do you accept out terms of surrender?”
Eriladar replied, “This so-called mercy you offer is anything but mercy. We will not open our gates and send our females out to you. We will not lie down to be slaughtered. We have no reason to surrender. You will never breach our walls.”
“So be it,” Zagg replied smiling. “We preferred that you did not. We cannot take your ears as trophies if you had surrendered, as your deaths would not have been truly earned.” Zagg mounted his hell hound and rode off, back to the orc army.
Eriladar hurried off to speak with his commander, Ardryll. He knew the attack would be coming soon.
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Hagger watched as Laerdya screamed in pain as the whip slashed into her back. The former princess was being savagely whipped by one of his slavers, Groto. But he was only the latest to whip her. She had been strapped to a wooden frame and had been whipped all day. The only time she wasn’t being whipped was when an orc took a break to fuck her. Hagger tried to remember what she was even being punished for but couldn’t remember. It must not have been that serious he decided, since she was only being whipped, but the punishments were more about breaking her than they were about actual punishment anyway. They would break down this spoiled little princess and rebuild her into the perfect slave. That was one big advantage of elves as slaves over humans, Hagger decided. If you were too rough with a human when breaking her, you might permanently damage her. Elves were much more durable and their haling ability was quite impressive. They could be as rough as they wanted with this elf cunt and they would not risk permanently damaging or disfiguring their property.
“Please, Master, I will be a good little slut!” Laerdya sobbed, calling over to Hagger. She knew he was in charge and that he could spare her more of this torment. Hagger ignored her pleas as Groto moved around to her front and began slashing her breasts with the whip. Hagger watched amused as Laerdya bucked and thrashed as the whip slashed into her tender breasts.
Hagger’s lieutenant, Grunzokk, approached. “Chief, I have an update about the Demoness in the forest,” he announced.
Hagger turned and gave an annoyed look to Grunzokk. “Stop calling it the demoness, you superstitious fool. It is clearly an elf or a group of elves. And male, I am sure.”
“Well, whatever it is, our patrols have found several dead orcs, all with dagger or sword wounds,” Grunzokk said. “But they have not been able to find any signs of the dem… the attacker.”
“Then increase the patrols!” Hagger growled. “This is our fucking forest! If there are elves or an elf or a fucking demon in here killing orcs and freeing slaves, then kill him!”
“I will have them increase the patrols,” Grunzokk said and he hurried off.
Hagger was now in a foul mood. His reputation among the other clans would suffer if his clan was unable to do something as simple as keep the forest secured so that slaves could be transported to the portal. Hagger needed to do something to vent his anger. He stepped over to Grotto. “Take a break, I am going to fuck her.”
“Yes, Master, please fuck me!” Laerdya cried, eager for anything but more whipping.
“I am going to fuck your ass and you won’t enjoy it,” Hagger growled. “And when I am done, I will take over your whipping.” That was the other nice thing about the durability and healing ability of elf slaves. It made them great for relieving stress.
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“Keep walking, cunt!” the goblin Fatbones snarled at Maeralya as he dragged her by the rope leash he had tied to her collar. Maeralya whimpered a protest through her gag. Her feet were bleeding from walking for so long barefoot through the forest. Her legs felt like jelly. And she was so sore from being ravaged over and over by her three goblin captors. The other two goblins, Tugrot and Zrurk, were behind her shoving her forward, keeping her moving.
“I am tired; let’s take a break and fuck her,” Tugrot suggested.
Fatbones shook his head. “We ain’t stopping in the forest more than we have to. Not with the Demoness lurking about.”
“I doesn’t matter whether you stop and rest or not, I will find you,” a voice called, and Jeardra stepped out from the trees onto the road, brandishing a sword.
“The Demoness!” Tugrot shouted, terror in his voice.
“Nah, she is just an elf cunt,” Fatbones replied, though there was fear and uncertainty in his voice as well. She looked like an elf. But he couldn’t be sure she wasn’t a demoness.
Fatbones let go of Maeralya’s leash and raised his spear. The other two goblins raised their spears as well and stepped forward, ready to confront Jeardra.
“Think of the reward we will get if we bring her in,” Zrurk said and he began charging towards Jeardra. Fatbones and Tugrot followed. Viessa stepped onto the road, next to Jeardra and raised her sword. Naevys peaked out from behind a tree and aimed her bow at the three goblins charging towards her friends. She fired an arrow and it caught Zrurk in the chest, dropping him almost instantly. But before she could fire another arrow the goblins were upon Jeardra and Viessa. She could not shoot at the goblins without risking hitting her friends.
Tugrot stabbed his spear at Jeardra but she evaded it, sliding to the right and then stabbing her sword into the goblin’s torso, causing him to scream. Fatbones attacked Naevys. He was a skilled fighter and he repeatedly thrust his spear at Viessa, forcing her to retreat backwards to avoid being stabbed. She tried to parry the goblin’s stabs with her sword but he was quick, and she cried out when his spear caught her arm.
Jeardra turned, planning to attack Fatbones from behind; however, Tugrot was wounded but he was not dead. He roared as he swung around and tried to stab at Jeardra, forcing her to jump back. She looked as Fatbones backed Naevys against a tree and Naevys swung her sword, desperately trying to keep him at bay. But as Tugrot lunged at Jeardra again, her attention returned to him. As he stabbed at her she jumped aside and then thrust her sword, catching him in the chest. Tugrot screamed again and dropped his spear and Jeardra began hacking at him with her blade until he stopped screaming.
Fatbones caught Naevys’s hand with his spear and she cried out, her sword falling from her injured hand. He readied to stab her through the chest when suddenly he felt something slip around his throat. He tried to spin around but was unable to as a rope suddenly tightened around his throat and he gasped, trying to breath, flailing wildly, his spear flying form his hand. Maeralya screamed in rage as she tightened the rope that had been her leash around Fatbones’s throat, cutting off his air completely. As the goblin’s struggles grew weak, Jeardra ran over and finished him off, stabbing his chest with her sword.
Jeardra stepped over to Maeralya and pulled the gag from her mouth. “Thank you,” she said to Maeralya.
“You… you are this ‘demoness’ the goblins kept talking about,” Maeralya said.
Viessa and Naevys laughed.
“I guess that is what they started calling me. Well, really, us. The three of us have been hunting and killing these vile goblins and orcs. I guess it’s easier for these dumb beasts to think a demon is killing them rather than three elf maidens. But I think Demoness or Demonesses is a good name for us.” Jeardra replied, smiling. “By the way you strangled that goblin, I am guessing you are a soldier?” she asked Maeralya.
Maeralya nodded. “Yes, I am a soldier from Kahshara. I was captured by those goblins and they were taking me to their portal to be enslaved.”
Jeardra nodded. “Well, I can show you the road back to Kahshara. But we could use another soldier like you. You want to join us and kill more goblins and orcs?” Jeardra smiled. She could already tell form the angry look on Maeralya’s face what her answer would be.
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“Attack!” Orgzul screamed and his orcs began charging toward the city. As soon as they had drawn within 500 yards, the elves on the walls unleashed their first volley of arrows. As the orcs continued their charge, the arrows started raining down all around them. Orcs screamed and fell as arrows struck them. The arrows were effective. Dozens of orcs fell as they continued their charge. When they had reached 300 yards, the orcs’ own archers stopped and began loosing their own arrows towards the elves on the wall. The orcs’ own bows did not have the range of the elves’ bows, though the orcs had acquired many elven bows in their last battle. But even with their stolen elven bows, the orcs’ arrows did little damage; the elves were behind a wall that was 30 feet high. Only a few elves were struck as the elves continued killing and wounding scores of orcs with arrows. Orcs and elves exchanged volleys of arrows as the orc army’s charge continued. When the orcs got closer, their arrows started hitting their targets more, and the screams of elves rang out as they were struck. But the elves continued killing many more orcs.
As the archers exchanged volleys, Orgzul screamed, “Send in the siege weapons!”
As Ardryll commanded his forces from atop the wall, he saw the large wooden frames come over the horizon and charge in their direction. At first, he did not appreciate what they were. But when they drew closer, he realized that they were battering rams, each housed and shielded by a wooden frame and roof. They were being carried by orcs. “Aim for the battering rams!” Ardryll screamed to his archers. The battering rams were huge targets and arrow after arrow stuck them. But the arrows either bounced off the hard wood or embedded into it but not enough to pierce the wood and get to the orcs underneath.
“As soon as they are in range, hit them with rocks!” Ardryll yelled. He knew if the battering rams breached the gates, the battle was lost. And that was now not the only threat. Orcs with ladders were charging forward, trying to get to the wall. The archers were picking them off but as soon as an orc with a ladder fell, another orc picked up and continued charging forward. And as the orcs’ archers drew closer, it was harder and harder for the elves to get off clean shots at the attackers without being struck by arrows themselves. There was a loud banging as the first of the battering rams reached the gate and began striking against its thick metal. Elves threw rocks down on the battering ram, trying to destroy it and the orcs underneath.
The elven archers were killing many orcs, but there were thousands of orcs attacking. Orcs with ladders started reaching the base of wall. They leaned their ladders against the wall and trying to climb up them, and the elves tried toppling the ladders or chopping down the orcs as they reached the top. But this left more elves exposed from atop the ramparts, and more and more elves were struck by arrows.
The elves cheered as a large rock that had been dropped crashed through the wooden roof and frame protecting a battering ram, killing a couple of the orcs underneath it and stopping the swinging of the battering ram. But their celebration was short-lived. Several more battering rams were being marched towards the gates and walls and soon enough, another one was mashing into the gate trying to break it down. Then another. Two battering rams smashed into the gate and the elves desperately tried to destroy them with arrows and rocks.
Then there were shouts and screams as some of the orcs had managed to scale the wall on their ropes and ladders and began attacking the elves on the wall. “Fight them off! Kill them!” Ardryll screamed. “Don’t let them…” his commands were cut off as an arrow struck him in the chest, killing him. His next in command, an elf maiden named Rania took over. She started shouting commands, trying to rally the elves as they tried to slay the orcs that had reached the top of the wall. But more and more orcs had reached the top. And they began pushing the elves back. Rania tried to make her way to the front to join the fray. But as she did, she heard the loud crunching of metal below and then a crash as the metal gate was torn from its hinges. The orcs had managed to break down the gate with their battering rams. The orcs roared and began charging through the now open gate.
Orgzul himself had climbed up a ladder and was cutting through elves, male and female alike. He was trying to make his way to the male elf had had seen commanding the elven forces, to kill him and claim another ear of a high-ranking enemy. But then an arrow had killed the commander before Orgzul could reached him and Orgzul cursed loudly. He saw a new elf take over the command. An elf cunt. He started chopping through defenders, trying to make his way to her.
Rania watched in horror as the orcs started streaming inside though the now open gate. With the orcs through the gate, she knew the battle was lost and the city would fall. But then her attention was back on the top of the wall. More and mor orcs had scaled the wall with their ladders and were attacking. Rania suddenly found two orcs charging at her. She turned and stabbed at one with her sword. Her sword glanced off his armor, but the blow sent him careening off the wall. The second one tackled her but as he tried to pin her down, Rania stabbed him through the gut with her sword. He screamed, his blood spraying all over Rania, and she rolled him off her and tried to stand up. But as soon as she did, an orc grabbed her hair from behind. She tried to swing around and defend herself but the orc grabbed her wrist with his other hand and twisted it hard until she cried out in pain and dropped her sword.
Orgzul threw Rania to the ground and kicked her discarded sword away. He flipped her onto her belly and pressed his knee into her back as he wrenched her arms behind her. Rania screamed in frustration, unable to get away as Orgzul overpowered her and bound her wrists behind her back.
Eriladar had been posted near the wall to observe as Ardryll and then Rania had tried valiantly to defend the city. But he watched in horror was orcs poured into the city through the shattered gate, and reached the top of the wall with their ladders. The city’s defenses had not held and the defenders were being chopped down. He turned and ran. He knew that staying and making a last stand himself would be brave but an empty gesture. He needed to reach his wife and daughter. The streets were mostly empty. Most elves were either at the walls and gate fighting or hidden away in their homes. The only other elves on the street were those that had decided to run home to their families like Eriladar. His home was at the center of the village, and doubled as both the residence for the city’s governor, and his office and the offices of many of the city’s officials and administrators. He raced inside and to the residence, and sprinted up the stairs. He found Caerthynna and Faunalyn in the master bedroom. “The orcs have breached the gate,” he said, terror in his voice. Caerthynna let out a wail of dismay. “We have to hide!” Eriladar said and he grabbed his wife’s and daughter’s hands and led them to a closet. They got inside and shut the door. Caerthynna hugged Faunalyn against her chest and tried to sooth her crying. Eriladar closed his eyes. He thought to himself that maybe if they stayed hidden that the orcs would miss them when they pillaged the city. Or maybe he would buy them enough time for an elven army from the kingdom to arrive to destroy the orcs. But deep down he knew he was only delaying the inevitable. His fate and that of his wife and daughter were sealed.
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Grimnor looked down at the sobbing slave. Her ankle had swollen up grotesquely. It appeared she had sprained it, perhaps during the battle, and being forced to walk on it for several days helping to lug one of the orcs’ battering rams had apparently worsened the injury. The slave had collapsed.
“Please, I cannot walk on it anymore,” she sobbed. Grimnor reached for his sword. A crippled slave was of no use to him and they could not be slowed down. But then he looked around. He could tell the orcs were in need of a rest. They had been marching all day. Grimnor cared not about the wellbeing of the elf slaves, but he wanted his orcs well-rested. They were marching for Mathlhone and the large army of elves in its vicinity, and the orcs would need to be rested for the critical battle or battles ahead.
“We will rest here for a couple hours. Enjoy the use of the slaves!” he called. Orcs hurried over to grab the slaves to fuck them. The slaves would get no rest. Grimnor turned to an orc who had picked up the elf maiden with the sprained ankle. “Perhaps getting fucked over and over will make her leg start working again. If it does not and she still cannot walk, kill her.” The orc picked up the elf who started sobbing harder and carried her off.
Grimnor went to meet with Urzkhal. As soon as he reached Urzkhal near the front line, he saw that Urzkhal was meeting with the orc Dolegrost, who was standing beside his hellhound. Dolegrost was a scout and been sent to track the movements of the elven army near Mathlhone.
Dolegrost waited for Grimnor to reach them before he reported. “Their army is moving. Straight in our direction. They clearly know by now that we defeated their other army, and must know we are heading in the direction of Mathlhone. So, they are trying to intercept us before we reach the city.”
“How far away are they?” Urzkhal asked.
“If we continue marching in their direction and they in ours, I would say no more than a couple days away, perhaps less,” Dolegrost replied.
Grimnor smiled. “Then in less than two days’ time, we will destroy the only army standing in the way of our complete pillaging and looting of this entire kingdom.” He was eager for this battle.
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Eriladar, Caerthynna, and Faunalyn stayed hidden in the closet for several hours. But it was not long before they started hearing screams and shouts as orcs moved through the city, capturing and killing elves. As the time passed, the screams of elves and roars of orcs grew louder. They were drawing nearer to the center of the city.
Eriladar embraced Caerthynna and Faunalyn but they did not speak, as if the slightest noise would draw the orcs to them. But Eriladar knew that their discovery was inevitable. The orcs would be going house to house. It would only be a matter of time before they were discovered. Eriladar embraced his wife and daughter because he knew this would be the last time would see them.
And then they heard a door below them crash open and the gruff voices of orcs. The orcs had entered their residence. Faunalyn let out a frightened cry and Caerthynna clamped her hand over her daughter’s mouth to quiet her and hugged her tightly.
There were more crashing noises and then the sound of booted feet coming up the stairs. Eriladar had a dagger sheathed at his belt and he drew it, positioning himself between Caerthynna and Faunalyn and the door. Even though he knew that their fates were sealed, he would not go down without a fight to protect his wife and daughter.
They heard the orcs’ voices outside and then there was the sound of loud barking and growling. “Hound caught their scent; must be elves in here,” an orc said and then the closet flew open. Eriladar bellowed and flung himself at the orc in the doorway, trying to stab him. The orc jumped aside and grabbed Eriladar’s arm swinging him hard and throwing him into the room. Eriladar crashed to the floor and he heard the screams of Caerthynna and Faunalyn. He jumped up and spun around and came face to face with four orcs and one of the orcs’ massive hounds. He recognized one of the orcs as the orc who had come to offer the terms of surrender. He realized then that surrender would have been the better option.
Orgzul turned to Zagg. “This is the governor?”
“It is indeed,” Zagg said grinning.
“Take your pick between the wife and daughter to fuck; he is mine,” Orgzul said to Zagg. Orgzul looked at the dagger in Eriladar’s hand. He sheathed his sword and unsheathed his own dagger, to make it a fairer fight. Another orc ran over and grabbed Caerthynna and pulled her away from her daughter. As Zagg stepped over to begin stripping the sobbing Faunalyn, Orgzul lunged toward Eriladar. Eriladar was no match. He tried to swing his dagger and Orgzul caught his arm with his free hand and then plunged his dagger into the elf’s belly. Eriladar screamed in pain and fell to the floor, grabbing the wound as blood poured from it.
Orgzul kicked Eriladar’s discarded dagger away and crouched down next to him. “We will let every city in your kingdom know the consequences your city suffered because you refused to surrender,” he growled. “Before you die, know that your wife and daughter will spend the rest of their lives in a breeding camp or labor camp.” He grabbed Eriladar’s ear and began to cut it off with his dagger, earning more agonized screams from the deposed governor. Orgzul rose with the ear in his hand and be opened his pouch to pull out his needle so he could pierce a hole in it to add it to his necklace.
As Eriladar bled out, he watched helplessly as Faunalyn’s clothes were cut away and she was thrown onto his bed on her back. Zagg climbed on top of her, pinning her legs back so that they were resting on his shoulders and her ankles kicking helpless on either side of his head. “Welcome to slavery, elf,” he growled as he slammed his hips forward, driving his cock into the young elf. As Faunalyn wailed, Zagg began violently thrusting into her, stealing her innocence away.
Caerthynna started thrashing wildly, trying to free herself from the grip of the orc holding her, desperately wanting to come to the aid of her daughter. But the orc dragged her over to the bed and bent her over the footboard. Caerthynna felt her dress being hiked up and then her underwear was ripped down to her knees. A moment later, she too was being roughly ravaged by an orc. The last thing Eriladar saw before his life slipped away was his wife and daughter receiving their brutal introductions to slavery.
(End of Part 5, to be continued...)
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