The Tale of Orgzul: Part 7 – The New Slaving Hub

Grimnor sat with his senior officers to discuss the aftermath of the battle. “Almost 20,000 dead on their side and over 5,000 elf cunts captured,” General Urzkhal reported to Grimnor. “We managed to catch a decent number of horses as well.”

“And the losses on our side?” Grimnor asked.

“About 5,000 dead,” Urzkhal replied, grimly. “We also lost a few dozen centaurs.”

Grimnor nodded and frowned. It had been a bloody battle and the orcs had now destroyed the two standing armies in Argothrond. The entire kingdom was now virtually undefended. But it had come at a significant cost. The elves were proving themselves much worthier adversaries than the humans had been for many generations. “Any word from Orgzul?” he asked.

“We received a messenger bird a little while ago from his army. They took Ulylthemar. Almost a thousand orcs lost. But that is not bad, for taking a large fortified city.” Grakam Madfang reported.

Grimnor nodded again. “Yes, but our losses are still heavy. We have reinforcements coming; we will need them to take their remaining cities.”

“And while they have a few large cities left in the kingdom, much of the kingdom is villages and small cities. They will be much easier to take,” Urzkhal said.

“Yes, but our next target is Mathlhone, which is very large. It could be a hard city to take. But plenty of elf cunt and loot as a reward. Send word to Orgzul and have him converge here. Our reinforcements from the portal will also arrive soon and then we will take Mathlhone with our combined forces. Until then, tell the orcs that we will camp here and they can enjoy the captured elf cunts from this army. When we are ready to march again, the slaves can be sent to the portal. No need for these former soldiers to go to Ulylthemar to be assessed; they will all be broken and put in labor camps”

All around Grimnor and his officers was a chorus of cries and wails as the female elf captives from the defeated Argothrond army received their brutal introductions to slavery, and the victorious orc warriors celebrated their victory and avenged their fallen comrades. The orcs were enjoying the spoils of victory. But it was also a somber day for the orcs. Though they had won a decisive victory, they had lost many orcs in the battle.

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In Ulylthemar, the orcs were continuing their campaign of rape and pillage. Orcs were going door to door, collecting not only the elf maidens but all valuables in the city. And more orc slavers had gathered in the city to help process the over 12,000 new slaves the orcs had captured there.

On the edge of the city, Orgzul was celebrating his victory. The ultimate victory for the Ear Ripper Clan was to take the ear of one’s foe and then take his wife or daughters or sisters as slaves. Orgzul planned to fuck both the wife and daughter of the elven governor, Eriladar, whose severed ear now adorned his necklace. At the moment it was Caerthynna’s turn. She whimpered as Orgzul roughly thrust into her from behind. She was on her knees with her face pushed into the dirt. Despite her protestations and cries, Orgzul found her cunt to be quite slick and warm. She would make a fine slave once she had been fully broken and trained.

Orgzul had already fucked Faunalyn earlier and now she was kneeling on the ground next to Orgzul and her mother, a mixture of Orgzul’s and numerous other orcs’ cum oozing from her ravaged orifices and drying on her parted inner thighs. She could not bear to watch her mother being ravaged and so she stared down at the ground, and at the fresh brand that now adorned her thigh, marking her as chattel. Both Caerthynna and Faunalyn had been branded earlier in the day.

Faunalyn was in a complete state of shock. A few days ago, she had been a happy young elf maiden without a care in the world, the daughter of a wealthy and prominent leader of their city. Even when news had spread of orcs attacking the kingdom, she had not really appreciated the gravity of the threat. Surely the orcs would be defeated before they reached her city, she had assumed. But then the day prior, her entire life had been shattered. The orcs had attacked her city, killed her father, and she had been ravaged over and over and humiliated and degraded, along with her mother. Now her promising and bright future was forever gone, and she feared she would spend the rest of her life in miserable and terrifying slavery.

It was no better for Caerthynna. She was older and perhaps stronger mentally and emotionally to face the degradations and trauma that the orcs inflicted on her. But being forced to watch her daughter suffer those degradations and trauma, and being completely helpless to protect her from them, was pure hell. As Orgzul savagely pounded her from behind, her thoughts were almost entirely on her daughter and not on the large orc cock reaming her sore pussy.

Orgzul groaned as climaxed inside Caerthynna. He pulled his cock from her gaping cunt and rose, stepping over to Faunalyn. “Lick my cock clean,” he ordered. Humiliated, Faunalyn complied, opening her mouth and taking the cock in it. She began licking and sucking away. When his cock was clean, Orgzul pulled his pants up and he picked up two leashes that he had discarded on the ground. He attached the leashes to the collars of the slaves. “Up,” he ordered. Exhausted and sore, Caerthynna and Faunalyn both struggled to climb to their feet. As soon as they were up, Orgzul started dragging them to the center of the city so he could give them to the slavers to be processed.

As Caerthynna and Faunalyn were led down the street they saw all around them the horror that were being inflicted on the elf maidens of Ulylthemar. Along one of the main streets, stripped elf maidens were lined up. At the front of the line, orc slavers were taking elf maidens to brand them. One by one, they were tied down on branding logs and a hot iron was pressed to their thighs. Screams rang out all around Caerthynna and Faunalyn as the new slaves had their flesh seared with a brand. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

After the slaves were branded, slavers were sorting them. Any elf maidens whose collars had been marked with red paint were solders. They were locked together in coffles to be taken straight to the portal. They would be harshly broken in Aegor and then sent to labor camps. They were not the only slaves to be separated. The youngest captives, girl elves that had not yet blossomed into womanhood, were chained up in a separate coffle. They too would be taken to Aegor, where they would be raised in camps. They would not be subjected to the harshest of orc treatments until they had reached puberty. The rest of the branded elf maidens were led towards the center of the city. It was there that they would be assessed by slavers, who would determine their fates as slaves. That was also where Orgzul was taking Caerthynna and Faunalyn.

In the center of the city, in and surrounding the city’s large square, hundreds of orc slavers were assessing the elf maidens. Orgzul and the slaver Agdug had decided how to divide the elf maidens of Ulylthemar. Only a small number, a couple hundred deemed most suitable and sufficiently exotic or beautiful, would be sent to a breeding camp. Another couple hundred would be kept in Ulylthemar to serve the orcs in the city. Of the remaining captives, a third would be sent to labor camps. This would be the fate of those deemed least desirable, because of their looks or their older age, or any other reason the slavers determined they would not be as enjoyable a fuck or as exquisite as slaves as other captives in the city. Another third would be briefly trained in Ulylthemar and then sent back to Aegor and distributed to slavers and to various orc villages and settlements to be further trained and conditioned. And the remaining third would be spoils for the orc warriors that had taken the city. The orcs that claimed them could choose to have them remain in Ulylthemar to be trained, where they would be relatively nearby for the orc if there was a breakin the war and time for some leisure. Or he could choose to have her briefly trained in Ulylthemar before being sent through the portal to the home village or camp of the orc warrior that claimed them, where the slave would then be fully trained.

There would not be enough for every orc warrior to get a slave from Ulylthemar and so they would be distributed by seniority. But Orgzul knew that there would be plenty more elf maidens in this kingdom and world to take. Most orcs that participated in the invasion and surrounded would return with their very own harem of new slaves if they wanted.

As she was led to the center of the city, Faunalyn was horrified at the scenes around her. Many elf maidens were lined up, taught to hold themselves in the inspection position, as orc slaves inspected them, groping, poking, fingering, and pinching various parts of their bodies. Other elf maidens were chained or tied up, their wrists held high above their heads, as they were whipped. Some of the elves being whipped were being punished for something and others were just being whipped to break them. But the reason mattered little to the new slaves; it hurt all the same, and the poor elf maidens were screaming and thrashing around in pain as the whips bit into their flesh. Whipping was not the only way to break slaves. Many other elf maidens were being fucked. And the orcs wanted to test out their holes and assess which slaves were most enjoyable to fuck.

Agdug was whipping a blonde elf maiden named Sillavana. Her wrists were tied above her head with rope that was secured to a post so that she was helpless to shield herself as the whip lashed her back, ass, breasts, thighs, and belly. Sillavana had been captured on the wall, as one of the elves that had been trying to defend the city. Terrified of being sent to a hard labor camp, Sillavana had sworn she was not a soldier but was a teacher, and she had simply been a volunteer trying to defend the city. Even during Agdug’s harsh whipping, she was sticking to her claim. He was pretty sure she was telling the truth.  When he paused, she cried weakly, “Please you must believe me. I am no soldier. Do not send me to a labor camp. I will be a good little sex slave. Please, anything but the labor camp.”

Agdug chuckled. Most of the elf maidens in the city were not so desperate to avoid labor camps; they were in too much of a state of shock, or they did not yet appreciate how much worse a labor camp would be than being a sex slave. For most of them, being a sex slave seemed terrifying enough. For some of them, a life of hard labor might have even seemed preferable than spending the rest of their lives being brutally fucked by orcs. Little did they know that even as labor slaves, they would still be constantly fucked, on top of being worked almost to death. But Sillavana apparently had figured out or correctly guessed that being a labor slave was a much worse fate and she was desperate to avoid it.

As Sillavana continued begging, Agdug grew tired of her pleading voice, and he tied a gag around her mouth. “Your words mean nothing, cunt,” he growled. “If you are meant to be a sex slave rather than a hard labor slave, then prove it.” He stepped away over to a chair he had dragged from one of the homes out to the city square and began pushing it, sliding it until it was right in front of Sillavana. He sat on the chair and then grabbed Sillavana by the hips and pulled her onto his lap. “Go on slave, prove to me that you are worthy of avoiding a labor camp. Get me hard and ride my cock.”

Sillavana did not hesitate. Straddling Agdug’s lap, Sillavana lowered herself and began pushing her hips back and forth, grinding her ass and crotch against Agdug’s cock. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. He was rock hard in less than a minute and Sillavana lifted herself again and positioned herself above Agdug’s cock. She sank down so that the slaver’s cock pushed inside her. When Sillavana was fully impaled, she began to gyrate her hips so that she was sliding up and down on the orc’s cock, riding him. Agdug grunted in pleasure. Her cunt was tight and squeezed down on his cock, and it juiced up very quickly.

Sillavana was not the only elf maiden trying to prove herself to avoid a crueler fate. Nearby, another orc slaver had two young redheaded elf maidens leashed. They were sisters and the younger of the two, Maelyrra, was on her knees and was worshipping the orc’s cock to get him hard again. Her older sister, Aerilaya, stood behind the orc, watching with sad eyes as Maelyrra licked the orc’s cock. Aerilaya had just been fucked by the orc and his cum was oozing down her thigh. The orc had told the sisters that the one that proved herself the better fuck would get to spend the rest of her life as a sex slave but the other one would be sent to a breeding camp. Both sisters were desperate to avoid that cruel fate even if it meant the other would be subjected to it.

 

As soon as the orc was hard, he pulled Maelyrra’s head away. He shoved her and with her wrist bound behind her back she fell forward, her face planting into the ground and her ass jutting out. The orc got on his knees behind her and rammed his cock inside her cunt and began thrusting asway, grunting loudly as Maelyrra squealed and Aerilaya cried softly. The orc did not last long and he groaned loudly as he climaxed.

Even after the orc finished fucking Maelyrra, the sound of flesh slapping against flash continued as Sillavana continued riding Agdug. But then he too groaned as he orgasmed. When the waves of pleasure subsided, he pulled Sillavana off his lap and untied her wrists. He removed her gag and ordered her onto her knees and to clean his cock with her mouth. Sillavana complied without hesitation, trying to prove herself worthy to be spared the labor camp.

The other orc had now wrapped up sampling the cunts of Maelyrra and Aerilaya. He pointed to Aerilaya. “Congratulations, slave, you have avoided being a breeding slave. You will make a nice sex slave. Your sister will make a nice broodmare.” Maelyrra wailed at the news. Aerilaya dropped her head, relieved she had avoided that horrible fate but devastated for her younger sister.

“If you are taking that one to the coffle of slaves going to the breeding camp, take this one too,” Agdug called out, gesturing to Sillavana. “She has some nice curves and her cunt juices up quite well. Let us hope she makes some new slaves that do the same.”

Sillavana’s eyes widened in horror. “Master, no! Please no! I thought you said I would be a sex slave! Anything but a breeding camp! I will take a labor camp over that! Please!”

Agdug laughed. “Chattel has no say on how it is used.” He pushed Sillavana over to the other orc who bound her wrists and then he dragged her off along with Maelyrra and Aerilaya so that Maelyrra and Sillavana could be added to the coffle of slaves heading to the breeding camp and Aerilaya could be added to the pool of slaves that would either be claimed by one of the warriors or distributed as a slave somewhere in Aegor.

Orgzul approached Agdug with Caerthynna and Faunalyn in tow. “These two cunts are the wife and daughter of the city’s dead governor,” he announced to Agdug. “Labor camp or breeding camp for them? Labor camp, I assume, but I will defer to you.” As the relatives of the city’s leader, Caerthynna and Faunalyn would not get the option of being mere sex slaves. Examples were going to be made of them. And they were not actual royalty, which might make them appealing serving slaves or sex slaves. They would face the much crueler fate of being sent to a labor camp or breeding camp. Once word got out of what happened to the wives and daughters of elves that refused to surrender their cities, perhaps other leaders might wise up.

Agdug gave Caerthynna and Faunalyn a quick look over. There was nothing remarkable or exotic about them to justify making them breeding slaves. “Labor camp,” he said. “Hand them over to one of my slavers and they will get them added to coffles going to labor camps. Let the slaver know they are mother and daughter so we can separate them and send them to different camps.” After the incident with the slave rebellion at one of their labor camps that had left several orcs dead, the orcs were taking more steps to break the spirits of the slaves and strip away any defiance. And there was no telling what a mother might do if she witnessed firsthand the horrible atrocities her daughter would suffer in a labor camp. So, they would be separated.

Orgzul dragged Caerthynna and Faunalyn off and Agdug started inspecting another new slave, to determine her fate.

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Avshera and Eliana were both displayed under a wooden post, their wrists bound above their heads. They stood there, legs apart and bodies displayed as orcs groped and inspected them. They were not the only slaves displayed and being inspected. It was market day at Rokotu’s slave camp and he had all of his slaves displayed at the center of the camp for orcs to inspect.

As the only elf among the slaves, Avshera was quite popular with the orcs who had come to see Rokotu’s stock. She spent the entire day being roughly inspected. A few orcs even paid a small sum to sample one of her holes. At that moment, an orc was sampling her cunt. With her wrists still bound above her head the orc had lifted her up, gripping her ass cheeks with her parted legs resting over each of his shoulders as he thrust into her. Avshera moaned loudly as she was fucked and the orc’s loud groans joined her as he climaxed. The orc quite enjoyed the lustful little slave but he could not afford the high price Rokotu was demanding for the elf. So, the orc ended up perusing the human slaves and purchased a young blonde human, likely because she had a passing resemblance to Avshera.

As the orc was making his purchase, Rokotu untied Eliana’s wrists and ordered her to clean Avshera's cunt. Eliana got on her knees in front of Avshera and buried her face between Avshera’s thighs, licking and slurping up the cum that the orc had deposited. When Rokotu’s customer departed with his human purchase, Rokotu retied Eliana, and waited for more customers to come inspect his goods.

By the end of the day, a number of Rokotu’s human slaves had been purchased but no orc had purchased Eliana or Avshera. He was not surprised; Eliana was still somewhat fresh in her training. Some orcs liked their slave fresher and to finish breaking the slave themselves. But many others wanted a fully-trained slave. Rokotu would continue Eliana’s training. And he was demanding a high price for Avshera, which was she had not yet been purchased. There were not many elf slaves yet in his region of Aegor so he assumed he could fetch a high price for her. At the same time, he knew that it was only a matter of time before Aegor was flooded with elf cunts as the orcs invaded the elven world and took more captives. So, he wanted to sell her sooner rather than later.

Rokotu was about to call it a day when a pair of orcs came to the camp. They quickly caught his attention because one of the orcs was female. It was not often that female orcs travelled from their home villages or the breeding camps where most of them resided. However, the female orc was older, and therefore likely no longer of breeding age, which at least partly explained why she was allowed to travel.

The pair of orcs walked straight over to Rokotu and the male spoke up. “I am Thrurntak Coldblade of the Red Axe Clan, and this is my sister, Iwda. We are looking for a couple slaves to serve in an orc breeding camp. The slaves will be forced to produce milk but most importantly, they will need to serve the female orcs in the camp.

Rokotu’s eyes lit up. The Red Axe Clan was known to be wealthy. They likely could spend a lot for a slave. And Eliana and Avshera would be perfect for what they needed. Rokotu ushered the orc siblings over to Eliana and Avshera. “These two are perfect for your needs. The elf cunt here was trained to serve females before she was captured by orcs. And the human here has been trained here to serve females.” Rokotu turned to Iwda. “Would you like to see their abilities?” Iwda nodded and Rokotu untied Eliana and Avshera. “Kneel at the Mistress’s feet,” he ordered.

Eliana and Avshera hurried over to Iwda and knelt at her feet. Iwda looked down at them. She removed her boots and then pointed to her feet. “Worship my feet,” she ordered. “Yes, Mistress,” both slaves replied in unison, and Eliana and Avshera bent down and planted their lips on Iwda’s feet and began kissing them. After a minute, Iwda lifted her toes up. Eliana began sucking on the toes of Iwda’s one foot while Avshera licked between the toes of her other foot.

Iwda was pleased. The slaves were clearly well trained and skilled at their task. “Stop,” she commanded. Iwda was wearing a skirt made of leather and fur and she hiked it up. “You, worship my pussy,” she commanded Avshera. “And you, worship my ass,” she commanded Eliana. At once, Avshera was kissing a trail up Iwda’s ankle and leg until her face was buried between her thighs. She began lapping at the female orc’s slip. It had a much stronger, muskier scent and taste than the human pussy she was used to but that did not slow her. She eagerly licked Iwda’s sex. As the taste grew stronger as Iwda’s juices began flowing, Avshera began to swirl her tongue around Iwda’s clit and then flick at. Iwda moaned in pleasure. At the same time, Eliana had circled around and had her face buried in Iwda’s ass. She tongued the orc’s anus. She was worshipping Iwda’s ass just as eagerly as Avshera was worshipping her pussy.

Iwda let the two slaves pleasure her. Seeing how much his sister enjoyed them, Thrurntak began haggling with Rokotu over their price. While the orcs discussed the price, Iwda moaned loudly and then gasped as she orgasmed, covering Avshera’s face in cunt juice. “She turned to her brother. “Yes, buy these two,” she said. And indeed, Thrurntak and Rokotu had agreed to a price and Thrurntak was paying the slaver. The sale was done. Avshera and Eliana were leashed and led away by Iwda and Thrurntak.

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In Argothrond’s capitol of Kaalhone, King Vamir sat at a table in the throne room with Queen Velatha. They had just received the devastating news. Their second army had been catastrophically defeated by the orcs. And the city of Ulylthemar had fallen. Thousands of elves were dead. Thousands were dragged away as slaves. And with both their armies on the field destroyed, the kingdom was virtually undefended. The only sizable force remaining was the one guarding the capitol. There was nothing to stop the orcs from raping and pillaging the entire kingdom.

General Rhothomir had delivered the news to King Vamir and Queen Velatha. He was now the highest-ranking general in the Argothrond army, with so many other generals now killed by the orcs.

King Vamir stared at the map on the table, with metal pieces showing where the orc horde was in the kingdom. One of their armies was right next to Mathlhone.

“Can Mathlhone defend itself?” Vamir asked, his voice trembling.

General Rhothomir paused, and then closed his eyes and shook his head. “Your highness, most of the forces there had joined the army that just marched on the orcs and was destroyed. They have few warriors left in the city. The city is walled of course, but… seeing what the orcs just did to Ulylthemar, I fear that Mathlhone will not be able to withstand an attack. They do not even have the forces that Ulylthemar had.”

“Can we spare a portion of the army guarding the capitol?” Vamir asked. But he already knew the answer.

“Your highness, we would never get those soldiers into the city before the orcs arrived; the orcs are too close. And if we take them on in open battle again, they will likely suffer the same fate as our other armies. I am sorry your highness, but trying to rescue Mathlhone will only doom Kaalhone.”

King Vamir closed his eyes. Mathlhone was the second largest city in the kingdom, second only to Kaalhone. And its governess was his own cousin, Eshenesra.

“We will send word to the other kingdoms and plea for help. If all the kingdoms unite and send heir armies here, we will outnumber them and can push them back. We will crush them,” Velatha said. But both she and Vamir knew that after learning that Argothrond’s armies were so decisively crushed that no other kingdom would dare send their armies to help. None wanted to lose their own armies or risk drawing the ire of the orcs. Mathlhone was doomed, as was the entire kingdom, outside of the capitol.

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

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