The Tale of Orgzul: Part 6 – The Rape and Pillage of Ulylthemar

Screams and wails rang out in the residence of the now-dead governor of Ulylthemar. Eriladar’s wife and daughter, Caerthynna and Faunalyn, were inside the master bedroom being ravaged over and over by orcs, with Eriladar’s body lying on the floor. A large number of orcs had filled the room, eager to fuck the wife or daughter of the city’s defeated city’s slain governor. It was the ultimate celebration of victory for orcs to ravage the wives and daughters of the enemy’s leaders. Caerthynna and Faunalyn had been fucked nonstop for hours. 

At the moment, Caerthynna was on her hands and knees as one orc thrust his cock in and out of her throat and the other pounded here pussy from behind. Caerthynna barely reacted; she was in a state of shock. In the span of a few hours, she had witnessed her husband being killed, her daughter’s innocence being torn away as she was ravaged, and then she herself had been ravaged over and over. The orc who was thrusting in and out of her mouth slapped her to wake her up from her state of shock. “Start licking and sucking, slave,” he growled. Humiliated and distraught, Faunalyn began flicking her tongue on the underside of the orc’s cock and sucking as he thrust in and out of her mouth. This humiliation was a brief distraction from her sorrow over her dead husband and her dismay and terror at the fate of her daughter. But the cock in her throat was not her only distraction. The orc behind Faunalyn slammed into her hard, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass cheeks as he gripped them. The orcs thrusted together, the rhythm of flesh slapping flesh mixing with orcs’ grunts.

The orc fucking Caerthynna from behind quickened his pace until he groaned loudly and his cum exploded inside her. A few seconds later, the orc fucking Caerthynna’s throat groaned and his cock exploded, filling her mouth with spurt after spurt of cum. The orc behind Caerthynna pulled his cock from her pussy and a stream of cum oozed down her thigh, mixing with the cum of the numerous other orcs that had fucked her. The orc was immediately replaced by a new orc who decided he wanted to sample Faunalyn’s ass. She let out a pained grunt as the orc began forcing his cock into her anus. And as the other orc withdrew from her mouth, another took his place and began thrusting in and out of her throat. Each cock slamming into Caerthynna’s sore, battered holes drove home that her life as a governor’s wife was forever over and her new life as a slave was just beginning.

She was not the only elf maiden in the room being taught her slavery. Faunalyn had been fucked repeatedly, but an orc had decided to teach the new slave to suck cock. She was on her knees in front of him and the orc barked instructions angrily at her, “Open your fucking mouth and suck my cock, slave!” Faunalyn reluctantly opened her mouth as wide as she could and wrapped her lips around the head of the orc’s massive cock. She struggled to get the cock in her mouth and the orc grew impatient. He grabbed the back of her head with his hands and drove his hips forward, jamming his cock deep into her throat. Faunalyn’s eyes bulged and she began gagging and choking. “I apparently have to do all the work; a whipping later will motivate you to learn to suck cock,” the orc growled and he began thrusting his cock in and out of Faunalyn’s mouth, pounding her throat as deep as he could go. Tears slid down Faunalyn’s cheeks as her mouth was roughly fucked.

A handful of others orcs stood around, jerking their cocks to keep themselves hard, eager for their own turn to fuck the young new slave. The orc fucking Faunalyn groaned and dumped his cum down her throat and as soon as he stepped away, another rushed in. One of them gripped her hair and growled, “Open your mouth and suck me now, slave.” Crying softly, Faunalyn reluctantly complied, taking the next orc cock into her mouth. “This is your purpose now slave. Pleasuring our cocks with your holes,” the orc growled as Faunalyn tried hard to suppress her gag reflex as her head bobbed up and down on the next orc’s cock.

But then Orgzul’s lieutenant, Zagg, entered the room. “Alright all of you, hurry it up with these two. We still have lots of work to do in this city and there is plenty more elf cunt to find and capture. Finish it up with those two and then take them to the gate. The Chieftain wants them hung up on our banners.”

The orcs that had been waiting for a chance to fuck Caerthynna and Faunalyn grumbled as they filed out of the room to go back to the task of pillaging the city. They had missed their chance to fuck these two.  But all of them would get plenty of opportunity to fuck an elf. There were thousands of elf maidens in the city.

The orcs fucking the two elves quickly finished up. Caerthynna and Faunalyn were too exhausted and sore and broken to walk so a couple orcs threw them over their shoulders to take them from their residence. Another orc dragged the body of Eriladar from the room so it could be taken out of the city and tossed in a mass grave.

As soon as Caerthynna and Faunalyn were taken outside, they saw the chaos around them. It was a grisly scene. All around them were the bodies of dead male elves, all slaughtered by the rampaging orcs.  Most were missing ears, taken as trophies by members of the Ear Ripper Clan.  The screams of female elves rang out as they were dragged from their homes onto the street. Orcs were stripping and binding many of them and then leading them away. Many other elf maidens who had already been stripped were being ravaged by orcs on the street in a violent celebration by the victorious orcs. There were muffled screams and crashing noises from inside buildings as orcs killed and captured the elves inside.

Caerthynna and Faunalyn were carried through the chaos to the front gate of the city. Just outside the gate, Orgzul had pinned an elf maiden to the ground, her ass thrust up in the air, as he roughly ass fucked her. The elf maiden was crying out with each hard thrust, her eyes filled with shock and anguish. It was Rania, who had been second in command of the elven forces defending the city. Because she was female, Orgzul would not take her ear. He only took the ears of males he killed. Rania would be enslaved and there was no reason to mutilate or disfigure chattel. So instead Orgzul would claim his victory over Rania another way, by ravaging her holes. His cum already oozed from her swollen, battered cunt and down her thigh and he stiffened up and groaned loudly as he deposited his second load in her ass.

Orgzul pulled his cock out from his defeated foe’s ass and stood up. “Put her up on our banners,” he ordered and orcs grabbed the sobbing elf maiden to tie her up on the orc’s banners that had been put up in front of the gate to signify it was now orc territory. The pair of orcs approached with Caerthynna and Faunalyn and Orgzul ordered them placed on banners on either side of Rania. Faunalyn was placed up to the right of Rania first. The young elf barely reacted; she was in shock.

Caerthynna was then tied up on a banner on the other side of Rania. The three elf maidens would spend the rest of the day on the banners. It was humiliating but it would be a much-needed respite for the new slaves. Many of the other elf maidens in the city would not be so lucky and would receive no respite.

Orgzul stepped into the city to monitor his troops as they continued their campaign of rape and pillage. Orgzul knew it would be a long day. There were supposed to be 25,000 elves in the city, which meant the orcs had around 12,000 to 13,000 males to kill and another 12,000 to 13,000 females to capture and strip. As Orgzul walked down the street, all around him elf maidens were being collected from their homes or other hiding places. As Orgzul passed a home, a pair of orcs carried out an elf maiden who was thrashing and screaming. She was still half-dressed and her clothes were soaked in blood. But as the orcs cut away the rest of her clothing, Orgzul could see that she did not appear to be injured, so it was not her blood. And the orcs were not particularly angry or excessively violent with her, so Orgzul guessed it was not orcs’ blood, and that it was likely the blood of her husband or perhaps her son. Another two orcs stepped outside from the home dragging on a pair of leashes two stripped and sobbing elf maidens. They were younger and likely the daughters of the first elf maiden, Orgzul assumed.  All three were quite pretty and would make fine slaves. Soon, all three elf maidens found themselves being roughly introduced to that slavery as they were put on their backs or on all fours and were ravaged by the orcs who had captured them. Orgzul knew the older elf’s husband or sons had likely faced the better fate. They had died relatively quickly. Their suffering was over. The three elf maidens were just beginning a long lifetime of slavery.

At the next house down, a hellhound was standing at the door and growling and barking. It was a signal that the hound had caught the scent of elves inside. Orcs hurried over and tried the door. It was locked so they began hacking at it with axes. Once the door was destroyed and they got inside, they would kill any males and capture any females they found.

Further down the street was a line of a dozen elf maidens. They had been stripped and their wrists were bound behind their backs, and collars had been locked around their throats. An orc was moving down the line and chaining their collars together into a coffle. Many of the elf maidens were crying, and others were in shocked silence. But one was pleading for her daughters’ freedom. An orc slashed a whip at her to try to silence her but that did not work. So, the orc picked up a pair of panties that had been cut away from one of the new slaves, then roughly grabbed the elf maiden by the hair with his other hand. He shoved the panties in her mouth to gag her. using some rope tied around the back of her head to hold them in place. This finally shut her up.  “Enjoy because this is the last time you will be permitted panties,” the orc mocked her.

As Orgzul watched, more stripped and bound elf maidens were dragged over to be added to the coffle. He knew the coffle would eventually be taken the city’s square, a large open space where the orcs were herding the new slaves. The square was where Orgzul was heading. When he reached it, he found the orc slaver Agdug, who was overseeing the new slaves being collected and herded to the square. Agdug and a couple hundred other orc slavers had travelled with Orgzul’s warriors to Ulylthemar. The city was being set up as a slaving hub to process the many new slaves from Argothrond that the orcs would be capturing.

Agdug and Orgzul greeted each other by gripping forearms. “A swift and skilled victory, Chieftain,” Agdug said and Orgzul nodded in acknowledgment of the compliment.

“Yes, these elves have not put up much of a fight. It seems centuries of peacetime has softened them,” he replied. “But they still put up a better fight than any human has for many years, so I at least got a little taste of a good battle.”

Agdug turned and started barking instructions to some orcs. He pointed to a group of captives.  “Those elf cunts are warriors; they are being separated and kept together on the east side of the square.” The orcs nodded. The captives they were dragging had a large line painted over the front of their collar with red paint. It designated them as soldiers. Whereas the other captives would be assessed as part of their processing to determine what would be done with them as slaves, any captured soldiers would be given one of two fates: labor slave or breeding slave.

Orgzul was pleased to see that the pillaging of the city and processing of the new slaves was going smoothly. It had been a swift victory and the horde had acquired many new slaves. He hoped that Grimnor’s campaign was going just as smoothly.

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Grimnor roared as he buried his axe into the skull of an elf, killing him instantly. All around Grimnor was chaos. The screams, shouts, and roars of elves and orcs alike rang through the air as they killed and were killed. Sweat poured down Grimnor’s forehead and stung his eyes. Or was it blood? With adrenaline surging through him, he was not even sure if he was wounded as he charged at another elf, swinging his axe and embedding it through the elf’s armor and into his chest, causing the elf to scream before he died and fell silent.

The orc army and elven army from Argothrond had met and charged at each other. This time, the elves were more prepared, and they knew that the orcs had a cavalry, so they did not charge their own cavalry into the battle recklessly as they had done last time. The cavalry of orcs riding upon centaurs, hellhounds, and horses were fiercely battling the elves’ cavalry. The centaurs gave the orcs some advantage but the elves had more cavalry. At first, the battle was largely a stalemate as the two sides slaughtered each other but it seemed to Grimnor that as the battle raged on, the orcs’ cavalry seemed to gain the upper hand and killed way more of the elves’ cavalry than the orcs were losing. For the infantry, the orcs’ advantage was more decisive. The elves were wildly outmatched by the ferocity and the frenzy of the orcs’ attack as the orcs hacked away at the elves with sword, axe, and spear. The elves had initially taken out lots of orcs with their archers as the orcs charged, but now that the two armies had met and were fighting in close quarters, the elves’ archers provided them no advantage. But Grimnor knew the casualties on his side would be high, regardless of who would end up the victor.

An arrow struck Grimnor’s shoulder and he roared in pain. His armor had absorbed most of the impact and the arrow had barely pierced into his flesh, but it hurt. He yanked the arrow out from his flesh annd turned and saw the shooter, an elf maiden, and he charged at her and hacked her death with his axe. It was shame; she had been quite pretty and would have made a fine slave but the orcs could not focus on capturing elf maidens until the battle was clearly won.

“Don’t let him escape!” an orc screamed and Grimnor turned to see the voice was Urzkhal, riding upon the leader of the centaurs, Bhuretha. He was riding her hard his spear raised and Grimnor scanned the battlefield and saw the commander of the elves had started to retreat on his horse. But Urzkhal saw him and chased him down and he quickly gained ground with his large centaur mount. As soon as he was close to the elven commander, Urzkhal threw his spear and it struck the elf through the back. The elf bellowed in pain and fell from his horse. Bhuretha finished him off by rearing up and then crashing her front hooves down on his skull.

The elves had just seen their commander trying to retreat and then be killed. This set off a panic and many turned and tried to flee, realizing the tide of the battle had turned against them. And the hasty, disorganized retreat only exacerbated the elves’ disadvantage. Soon, the orcs were swarming the fleeing the elves and cutting them down or capturing them, depending on their gender.

Grimnor roared again, knowing that victory was at hand. He charged at some fleeing elves and began cutting them down. All around him, elves screamed and wailed as they were killed or captured. The battle was all but over.

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Tilvial dipped the brush in the bucket of water and then used it to scrub the skin of the elf broodmare locked in the breeding station. The orcs had instructed Tilvial and Halaema to wash them. Tilvial felt guilty about most of the tasks she had to do at the breeding camp. But washing the poor broodmares felt like an act of kindness. They were badly in need of a wash. Flies had swarmed the slaves in the breeding stations for the last couple of days. The elf maidens were bathed in sweat from being locked in their stations under the hot sun. And the hormones given to them to induce milk production had put their bodies in a constant state of arousal so that their pussies were dripping, mixing with the orc cum that oozed from their asses.  The air was quite ripe with the smell of arousal and sweat.  Tilvial hoped that washing them would keep the flies away and offer them the slightest amount of comfort.

After Tilvial got done scrubbing the elf maiden, Halaema dipped a cloth in her own bucket and then used that to give the elf maiden a second gentler scrub, and then she used a towel to dry her off. Tilvial had moved down the line to give the next elf maiden a scrub with her brush.

When they got done washing all of the broodmares, it was time to milk them. Or at least try to. It had only been a few days since the elf maidens had been given hormones, and their breasts had begun to swell but most were producing only a few drops of milk at a time or none at all. But Tilvial suspected that in a few days the milk would be flowing. Tilvial’s own breast had begun to swell and she knew that she too would soon be lactating. All of the slaves here were expected to produce milk to be given to the young orcs being reared at a nearby orc breeding camp, even those slaves like Tilvial that were not broodmares. Tilvial wondered what the orcs’ breeding camp was like. She wondered how the orcs treated their own females. Surely not as cruelly as they treated the elven broodmares in this camp.

Sylmare moaned through her feeding tube as Tilvial placed two long cylindrical metal cups over her nipples. She then grunted in discomfort as Tilvial pumped the handle on the milker, increasing the suction on Sylmare’s teats. Sylmare felt a strong sucking sensation and her nipples were pulled and stretched as Tilvial kept pumping the device. Only a few drops of milk leaked from Sylmare’s nipples.

As Tilvial started to pull the milking cups from Sylmare’s nipples, she could not imagine how awful it must be the poor elf maidens locked in the breeding stations. They had not even been impregnated yet but already their lives were hell. Locked immobile in the breeding stations, swarmed by flies, and constantly forcefully sodomized by orcs. Knowing that soon enough, they would be forcefully bred. Occasionally, the orcs would remove a small handful of the broodmares from their breeding stations so that they could walk around a little to exercise. But most of them would spend days at a time immobile in their breeding station in between exercise sessions. It must be an awful existence, Tilvial assumed. Tilvial quickly moved down the line and attached the milker to the nipples of the next elf maiden. She was determined to do what she was told and avoid joining these poor elf maidens as a broodmare.

Sylmare closed her eyes as soon as the milking cups were removed from her sore nipples. She was glad to have been cleaned and hoped that perhaps it would be easier to doze off without the flies swarming her and biting her. She still felt the tingling ache of arousal deep in her loins from which she could get no relief, but she tried her best to ignore it. Sleeping was her only escape from this miserable nightmare.

But then she felt a pair of hands gripping her ass cheeks. “Time for some exercise, cunt,” an orc said. “But first, you need to earn your exercise.” Sylmare groaned through her feeding tube as she felt the orc’s cock began to push against her asshole; then with a pop it pushed inside her. It seemed she would not be allowed to rest right now.

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Laerdya screamed as the whip slashed into her backs. “Please, Masters I beg you to fuck me! Please, I beg to be fucked!” Hagger had told Laerdya that she would be whipped until she convinced the orcs that she yearned to be fucked.

Hagger shook his head. “Slave, you sound like cunt that doesn’t want to be whipped anymore. You do not sound like a slut who yearns to be fucked.” He nodded to the orcs behind Laerdya and they began whipping her again.

As Hagger continued to observe, Grunzokk approached. He had a leashed elf slave with him, with her wrists bound behind her back. Hagger looked the slave up and down as Grunzokk approached. She was not branded, so Hagger surmised she must be a recent captive.

“Chief, we caught this cunt in the forest. She was already captured before but she is a runaway, and after we interrogated her, she had an interesting tale to tell us.”

“Then spit it out,” Hagger snapped impatiently.

“Her name is Elanil. She was captured in Kahshara and was being taken here. Except apparently the orc transporting her back here was ambushed by three elf maidens who killed him and set her free. She was trying to make her way out of the forest and back to Kahshara when she was spotted by one of our patrols and recaptured. So, it seems the so-called demoness attacking orcs in the forest is really three rogue elf maidens!”

Hagger frowned. The news that three elf cunts were killing orcs was not much better news than had it been a demon. It would be a huge embarrassment if it got out that he was unable to deal with a small handful of elf cunts and they were slaughtering orcs. “Capture them!” he growled. He pointed to Elanil. “And send that one to be interrogated, and learn everything we know about these three elf cunts.”

Grunzokk nodded and dragged Elanil away. Hagger turned his attention back on Laerdya as she was whipped.

As Miriella chopped wood, she watched Laerdya being whipped and heard her pained screams. Miriella was a good and obedient slave and had learned to embrace and cherish slavery. But she felt so terrible about the cruel treatment of Laerdya. Laerdya was coming along well as a slave. But the orcs were still so cruel and sadistic with her. At the beginning of her own slavery, Miriella had quickly learned that complete submission and obedience spared her from cruel treatment. But it seemed nothing Laerdya did ever gained her any mercy. Miriella wondered what the point of the cruelty even was if it was not furthering Laerdya’s training and conditioning as a slave.

Finally, Hagger tired of watching Laerdya being whipped. He ordered the orcs to stop and untie her from the whipping post. As soon as Laerdya’s wrists were freed, she collapsed to the ground. Hagger called over to Miriella. “Slave, get this cunt here cleaned up and then get her to work.”

Hagger departed and Miriella hurried over to Laerdya, who was lying limp on the ground, crying softly. Miriella helped her to her feet. Draping Laerdya’s arm over her shoulder, Miriella helped her to walk and took her over to the area of the camp where buckets and water were kept for the slaves’ use. Miriella lowered Laerdya to the ground and she took a bucket of water and a cloth and began to wash the blood off of her back.

“It will get better, once they realize you have been conditioned into and accept your slavery,” Miriella said softly. “And then you will find joy in serving our orc masters.”

“I do everything asked of me and still they are cruel. They are monsters,” Laerdya whimpered bitterly.

“Most of the orcs are not excessively cruel. I too hated slavery at first but now I crave serving our orc masters. You will too,” Miriella replied.

“I will never crave this cruelty!” Laerdya snapped. “We are completely at their mercy and they show none! How can you ever crave this hell?”

“I crave it because I have learned to crave it,” Miriella said softly. “As elf maidens, this is our purpose. You shall see that and all of our kind will.”

“They are attacking your kingdom now. Tell me, would you want your sisters or mother to face this hell that I am facing?” Laerdya mumbled.

Miriella fell silent. She knew the orcs were attacking Argothrond. And she had decided long ago that she wanted her sisters and mother to experience the joys of submission that Miriella herself had learned to embrace. But as she washed the blood form the nasty cuts all over Laerdya’s back, she was starting to doubt that this life would be good for the rest of her family.  She was scared for them.

(End of Part 6, to be continued...)

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