The Tale of Orgzul: Part 8 – The Victors Claim Their Spoils

Orgzul stood in the square of Ulylthemar. All throughout the square approximately 6,000 elf maidens were lined up. These were the elf maidens that remained after the rest had been sent off to the breeding camps, labor camps, or to the slave camps for the very young elves. Half of these 6,000 elves would eventually be sent to Aegor to be distributed through orc territory as slaves. And the other half would go to Orgzul’s troops as spoils of war. Many of Orgzul’s warrior were now in the square, inspecting and sampling the lined-up slaves. Slaves were being groped, prodded, and examined by the orcs. Other slaves were being fucked. Most orcs liked to test out the holes of a slave before he claimed her.

There were many more orcs than available slaves so they would go to the orcs by seniority. Most would not get a slave from Ulylthemar, but the orcs would capture many more in the coming weeks and months. At the moment, the most senior officers of Orgzul’s army would get to choose their slaves first. When they were done, less senior officers would get their pick, and so on. Orgzul himself would not take one of these slaves. He had already taken a slave after the orcs’ first battle, the daughter of the elven general he had killed. She was already on her way back to the portal to Aegor to be trained. Orgzul would not take a second slave until all of his orcs got their first.

Orgzul was standing beside one of his lieutenants, Zagg Gorebasher, who was moving down a line of slaves and inspecting them. He stopped at a pretty redhead. She was sobbing but Zagg silenced her with a hard slap across the face. “Silence, slut, and get in display position,” he growled.

The elf maiden complied and Zagg began inspecting her, reaching out to fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples. After a minute, he pulled his hand away. Her nipples had stiffened and Zagg nodded in approval. He circled around the elf maiden who was doing her best not to sob, but tears were falling down her cheeks. Zagg reached out to fondle her ass, giving her cheeks a firm squeeze.

As he did, Orgzul began speaking. “A messenger bird arrived a little bit ago. Grimnor’s forces defeated the other army. They sustained some losses but with that elven army defeated, the entire kingdom is virtually undefended. We will soon have many more slaves.”

“Great news,” Zagg said as he circled around to the elf maiden’s front and forced her mouth open to inspect her teeth. Zagg decided to pass on the redhead and he moved down the line to a brunette. “Are they readying to attack the next city?”

“Yes, Mathlhone. But they were waiting for our forces to arrive there, as well as reinforcements from the portal. We will depart for Mathlhone tomorrow,” Orgzul replied.

Zagg was groping the breasts of the brunette and decided they were too small and he quickly rejected her. He moved down the line to a blonde. She was young, and Orgzul surmised she had only recently blossomed into womanhood. If she had been a couple years younger, she likely would have received a gentler introduction to slavery and been sent to one of the camps for children slaves. But for her young age, she was well developed with a pair of nice, pert breasts. Zagg began groping the elf’s breasts and tweaking her nipples. He was again pleased when her nipples quickly stiffened. The elf maiden trembled, her eyes filling with tears. But she had seen the slap the other elf maiden had earned and she did her best to remain silent.

Zagg continued his inspection, pinching at the flesh of the blonde’s thighs and belly before forcing her mouth open to examine her teeth. A single tear slid down the elf maiden’s cheek. “It is a shame we had to send that governor’s daughter and wife to that labor camp. I enjoyed the daughter’s cunt and would have kept her as a slave,” Zagg said.

“Yes, I did as well,” Orgzul replied. “But taking walled cities will take its toll. We had to send a message to the elves. Maybe next city will realize that surrender is the only option, to avoid worse fates for their elf cunts.”

Zagg nodded. “Spin around,” he commanded the blonde elf and after she did, he began squeezing her ass, nodding in approval. He gripped her hair and bent her forward so that she was bent over at the waist. “Reach back and spread your ass cheeks, slut,” he growled. The humiliated elf maiden complied. “We kept a small handful of elf boys alive as you requested,” Zagg said to Orgzul. “We will send them to neighboring cities with news of what we did and what happened to the elves here for refusing our terms of surrender. Hopefully the other cities will be wiser.” He stared down between the elf maiden’s spread ass cheeks and then reached forward, pushing two of his fingers into her ass. The elf grunted in discomfort and let out a humiliated sob. Her ass had been used repeatedly by the invading orcs already so it was already stretched a little and well lubricated with orc cum, so it did not hurt too much as Zagg forced his fingers into her ass. Still, it was humiliating. And an all too real reminder of what her life entailed now as a slave. “Tight ass,” he remarked. He withdrew his fingers.” Stand up straight and turn around,” he commanded.

After she did, Orgzul looked her up and down. “This one to your liking?” he asked Zagg.

“Maybe…” Zagg said as he reached down between the elf maiden’s parted thighs and began rubbing her slit. She squirmed slightly and more tears fell down her cheeks but she held her position. Zagg’s thumb found her clit and he began rubbing it. He nodded again in approval when her clit quickly stiffened and emerged from its fleshy hood. As he plunged a couple fingers into her cunt, he found it was quite slick. It could have been from orc cum, but it was also quite warm, and she had not been fucked that recently so the cum would not have been that warm. It was her own juices, Zagg surmised.  Despite her fear, humiliation, and revulsion, the elf maiden was clearly quickly growing aroused. “What is your name, slut?” he asked the elf maiden.

“Haciathra,” the elf whimpered.

Zagg slapped her across her cheek. “You will address me as Master, slut. Try again,” he snapped.

“Haciathra, Master,” she whimpered.

“Present yourself to be fucked, Haciathra,” Zagg ordered.

Haciathra started to cry but she slowly got on her hands and knees, parting her thighs wide. She had been fucked many times since the orcs had taken the city and had quickly learned this position. “Arch your back more to present your cunt,” Zagg ordered. “And part your thighs a little wider.” He crouched down behind Haciathra and lowered his pants, pulling out his erect cock and lining it up at her slit.

“Well, I will leave you to your sampling of the elf’s cunt,” Orgzul said. “After you have chosen your slave, come see me. We should discuss our march to meet with Grimnor’s forces.”

As Orgzul departed, Zagg rammed his hips forward, earning a wail from Haciathra. He began thrusting away. Her cunt was very tight, slick, and warm. And it grew even slicker as he drove his cock in and out of her. Zagg had fucked a couple other slaves not that long ago, and so it took a while for him to climax. And before he did, he felt Haciathra’s cunt began to clench and twitch around his cock. He was pretty sure she had orgasmed. Despite her protestations, she was clearly a natural slave.

Zagg groaned as he climaxed. He pulled his cock from Haciathra’s sopping cunt and ordered her to lick it clean. Still crying, and her cheeks red with shame, she obediently complied. Zagg smirked. It seems slaves’ minds took much longer to accept and embrace slavery than their bodies did. But he knew his slave’s juicy cunt revealed her true self and soon enough she would be conditioned into a fine slave.

When Haciathra was done cleaning Zagg’s cock with her mouth, Zagg pulled up his pants. He ushered over a slaver. “Have the collar of this one stamped with my name. I am claiming her. And I want her kept here in Ulylthemar for her training, not sent back to Aegor.” The slaver nodded and leashed Haciathra to remove her for the line of slaves now that she had been claimed. Zagg went off to find Orgzul.

…………….

Sylmare grunted in discomfort through her feeding tube as the milking device sucked hard against her nipples. She could feel her nipples dripping fluid and she caught a whiff of milk. She was finally lactating. Tilvial was tending to her and she kneaded Sylmare’s breasts, trying to encourage the milk to flow. Like Sylmare, many of the other broodmares were now starting to lactate and the bucket of the milk attached to the milking device was almost full. She suspected that soon enough, they would be filling many, many buckets once milk production increased. Tilvial herself had just begun to lactate and a few drops of milk had been squeezed from her increasingly swollen breasts earlier in the day. Tilvial knew the milk was then transported to another camp that was adjacent to theirs, where female orcs were bred and reared their young. It was a stark reminder for Tilvial that even though she was not locked immobile in a breeding rack line an animal, she too was now an animal in this orc world, an animal to be exploited by the orcs that owned her.

As Tilvial began removing the cups from around Sylmare’s nipples, she heard someone approaching from behind her. She turned and saw that it was Halaema, the other former apothecarist that had been tasked along with Tilvial to help the orcs maintain the broodmares at the breeding camp. Halaema was holding a tray of vials. “We are supposed to dose them; apparently the male breeders are here,” Halaema said in trembling voice. Halaema was clearly distraught, and Tilvial soon joined her. They had both dreaded this moment. Cleaning and milking the broodmares, and watching them be sodomized by the orcs, had made Tilvial feel guilty enough. But now the orcs had apparently delivered captive male elves to the camp, and it meant that the broodmares would realize their new purpose. They would be forcefully impregnated. And there was nothing they, nor Tilvial or Halaema, could do about it.

Tilvial fought back tears as she looked Sylmare locked in the breeding station. Sylmare could not talk with the feeding tube shoved into her mouth and down her throat but her frightened, pleading eyes said everything. Sylmare knew what was coming and she was absolutely horrified and desperate to avoid what she had no power to avoid. Tilvial did not want to do this but she knew she had no choice. Halaema stood behind Tilvial, holding the tray breeding potion and she handed one of the vials to Tilvial. Tilvial opened the vial and dumped the contents into the funnel attached to Sylmare’s feeding tube. A panicked look washed over Sylmare’s face as the liquid flowed down the tube and her throat and into her belly. She knew what it was and what it would do.

The broodmares were locked into breeding stations in two lines facing each other and Tilvial and Halaema moved down both lines, dosing each of the maidens with breeding potion. Moans and cries began ringing out from the broodmares and many began thrashing against the racks holding them. They were all panicked and distraught, knowing they were about to be forcefully bred. As Tilvial and Halaema were finishing up dosing the elf maidens, an orc yelled, “The studs are coming through!” Tilvial and Halaema turned in the direction of the voice. What Tilvial saw made her eyes widen in shock. Orcs were leading a coffle of slaves. The slaves’ heads were covered with black hoods but they were all naked and Tilvial could see they were all males. Their heads were covered and so she could not see their ears, but she assumed they were all elves and not humans. But what horrified her was the stumps where their hands should have been. It appeared the orcs had cut off the hands of all the male captives. Tilvial guessed it was to prevent the captive male elves from attacking the orcs. The male “studs” were collared with chains connecting them in a coffle and orcs herded the line of elves with whips. Tilvial guessed there were close to 300 males in the coffle as it was herded to the line of breeding stations. An orc brought the captive males to one end of one of the lines of breeding stands and he gestured for Tilvial and Halaema to come over. The two elves approached and the orc started barking them instructions. “One of you get the broodmares’ cunts wet with your tongue and the other get the studs’ cocks hard with your mouth. Then guide the studs over and line up their cocks with the broodmares’ cunts so they can breed. Right now, we have two studs for every broodmare, so have two studs inseminate each broodmare.”

Tilvial and Halaema looked horrified between the line of male and female elves in their breeding stands. They did not want to do this, but they both knew they had no choice. If they refused, they would be locked in stands and forcefully bred. “Get to it!” the orc barked angrily. He started unchaining the studs from the coffle and started moving down the line of breeding stations, positioning two studs behind each broodmare. Closing her eyes, Halaema turned and got on her hands and knees behind the first elf maiden. It was the young elf, Nueleth. Halaema pushed her face in between her parted thighs and began lapping at her pussy. Nueleth let out a muffled squeal of protest through her feeding tube. But her pussy was alright quite wet, a side effect of the hormones given to her to induce lactation, and within less than a minute she was dripping with arousal.

Tilvial reluctantly got on her knees in front of the first of the two male elves that had been placed behind Nueleth. She leaned in and took his soft cock into her mouth. She flicked at the head of the elf’s cock with her tongue before she took the whole thing into her mouth sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft. Tilvial’s head began to bob up and down and she began licking and sucking. He began squirming and grunting in protest, clearly not wanting to be forced to breed with Nueleth. But Tilvial had become quite skilled at sucking cock from her time as a slave. The elf grew hard quickly despite his protestations. One of the orcs was watching and he grabbed her head and pulled it away as soon as the elf was hard. He also grabbed Halaema by the hair and pulled her away from the back side of Nueleth. He glanced down at Nueleth’s pussy, seeing it was glistening and dripping with wetness. “Alright line them up to breed,” the orc ordered.

Fighting back tears, horrified about what she was being made to do, Tilvial gently took the hardened cock of the elf in her hand. “Step forward,” she said softly. The elf did not right away and he started protesting but only muffled noises sounded; it appeared he was also gagged under his hood. The orc watching swung his whip, striking the elf across his back. Screaming in pain through his gag, the elf lurched forward toward Nueleth. With her trembling hand, Tilvial lined up the elf’s cock to Nueleth glistening sex. As the elf shuffled forward his cock pushed inside her. Nueleth let out a dismayed wail as she felt the cock push inside her. She knew the inevitable was about to happen. As slick as her pussy was, the elf pushed inside her with little difficulty. He stood there for a few seconds with his cock fully embedded in her pussy. The male elf was trembling and Nueleth was wailing and thrashing helplessly against the metal frame that held her in place.

The orc slashed at the elf again with his whip. “Start thrusting,” he growled and the elf complied. As soon as the elf started thrusting, Nueleth’s head shook back and forth and she screamed.

As the first male elf was forced to breed with Nueleth, the orc made Tilvial get the second elf hard with her mouth. The first elf kept thrusting away for a couple minutes and then grunted, clenched up, and then stopped thrusting and dropped his head in shame. Halaema leaned in close to look at the elf’s now softening cock and a bit of cum dripping from Nueleth’s pussy. She turned to the orc and whimpered softly, “He came inside her, Master.” The orc pulled the male elf away and shoved the next one forward. Halaema lined up his cock with Nueleth’s pussy and he pushed inside her. He started thrusting away inside her, earning renewed muffled wails from Nueleth.

Locked in the line of breeding stations across from Nueleth, Sylmare watched in horror as the male captive was forced to fuck her. Nueleth was crying out through the tube shoved in her throat, her eyes darting around in fear. Like the others, Nueleth had just been dosed with breeding potion and Sylmare and Nueleth both knew that she was highly likely to be impregnated if an elf ejaculated inside her. Sylmare also knew that Nueleth’s mother, Namys, was locked in a breeding station a couple down from Sylmare and had just as good a view of Nueleth as Sylmare did. Sylmare could not imagine how tormenting it must be for Namys to see her daughter being forcefully bred. Other elf maidens locked in their stations began squirming and crying, knowing they were next.

As the second elf was forced to fuck Nueleth, Sylmare watched as Halaema and Tilvial moved down the line to the next elf maiden locked in a breeding station and the pair of hooded breeding studs waiting behind her. Halaema and Tilvial were made by an orc to prep the two elves for breeding with their mouths and then the first of the two male elves was pushed forward and forced to bred with the broodmare. This continued as one by one, the broodmares were forcefully bred. They moved down one line and then back up the other. Sylmare was toward the end of the second line and she whimpered and strained against the metal rungs and cuffs holding her in place. She was so desperate to avoid this. She did not want to impregnated so that her babies could be stolen away from her. But like the other broodmares, she was helpless to avoid it. She heard a muffled cry next to her as the elf maiden directly to her right was bred. She heard the grunts of the male elf behind her and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Sylmare knew that she was next.

And then a minute late, Sylmare felt a face pushing in between her ass cheeks and a tongue began lapping at her sex. Sylmare squealed through her feeding tube in protest. As the tongue slid along her slit and began flicking at her clit, she was horrified and dismayed. But her body did not care what her mind thought. Her arousal quickly built and soon her pussy was quite slick. Whatever was put in their slave gruel to induce lactation had caused her to be in a constant state of arousal and the tongue teasing at her sex made her grow wet very quickly. She shook her head. They couldn’t do this! This was so evil! Sylmare wailed as she felt a penis begin to slide in between her labia. And then the male elf behind her pushed forward and buried his cock inside her. Sylmare sobbed as he began thrusting. She heard a whip crack and the elf behind her let out a pained moan through his gag. “Thrust faster!” an orc bellowed and the elf picked up his pace. Sylmare tried desperately to pull away, straining against the metal that held her completely immobile. It was no use. She was so desperate to avoid being impregnated but she was completely helpless to avoid being inseminated. And with the breeding potion in her system, she knew that pregnancy was more likely than not.

The elf behind Sylmare groaned and she felt his cock twitching inside her. She had been inseminated. Sylmare began to sob. He pulled out of her and a few seconds later the next elf was in position and his cock was pushed inside her. Sylmare let out another tortured wail. She knew that with breeding potion the chances of being impregnated were high. Being fucked twice made it all that more likely. And she knew she would be fucked repeatedly over the next several days. Pregnancy was inevitable.

Halaema and Tilvial finished with the last of the elf maidens in the breeding stations. All had been inseminated. Tilvial saw that tears were streaming down Halaema’s cheeks and then she realized that she too was crying. The things they were being made to do to these poor elves was so cruel. But Tilvial knew if she refused that she herself would be locked in one of these breeding stations. She could not help these other elves. She could only do what she must to avoid their fate and birth more babies to be killed or enslaved. But that knowledge hardly assuaged her crushing guilt.

The orcs began locking the hooded made elves back into a coffle. One of the orcs turned to Halaema and Tilvial. “Be ready, we will be breeding them again in 12 hours and every 12 hours after that for the next 7 days to ensure they are impregnated.” Sylmare cried softly. She knew that after those 7 days she would be virtually guaranteed to be pregnant.

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Hagger was in the river near the orc’s base camp being bathed by the elf slave Phelorna. She was well trained and very pleasing, and Hagger’s cum was running down her chin. Nearby, at the edge of the water, two guards were posted. They had insisted they stand guard if Hagger was going to leave the safety of the base camp. The entire camp was on edge because of the elf cunts who were in the forest ambushing and killing orcs. Hagger had increased the patrols looking for them but so far, they had no luck. Hagger had tried to dismiss the guards, arguing he could easily defend himself from a few elf cunts, and beside that, the elves were attacking orcs on the edge of the forest, not deep into the forest near the portal. But the guards had insisted and Hagger eventually relented. Thankfully, Phelorna’s mouth had cheered him up.

But his mood was about to sour again. Grunzokk approached to deliver his chieftain news. “We received word from one of our patrols. They found some more dead goblins and a dead orc, all slain. But no sign of the elf cunts.”

“How hard can they be to find?” Hagger growled angrily. “Send hellhounds to sniff them out!”

“I sent a bird requesting hellhounds but the request was denied,” Grunzokk replied. “Grimnor needs the hellhounds of the invasion, to help counter the elves’ cavalry.”

Hagger rolled his eyes. He was about to say something more when the slaver Groto appeared, with a leashed Laerdya. Her arms were tied behind her back and she was gagged, likely as punishment for some infraction or another. It must have been minor, Hagger surmised, because Laerdya did not appear to be freshly whipped.

“I heard you wanted to see this one?” Groto said to Hagger.

Hagger stood up and waded out of the water. “I had wanted her to bathe me but I had this other elf cunt do it instead. But leave her here; I have another use for her. And take this one back to the camp,” Hagger said, gesturing to Phelorna. He turned to Grunzokk. “Increase the patrols even more. Every time these elf cunts kill an orc or goblin, it makes us look weak! It makes me look weak!”

Groto and Grunzokk departed with Phelorna. Hagger sat down on the edge of the water and looked up at Laerdya. “Let us see how your training is going, slut. Straddle me and get me hard by grinding your cunt and ass against my cock. You better do a good job and work hard because that other elf cunt just sucked my cock. If you don’t get my hard fast enough, I will whip you.”

Fearing the whip, Laerdya hurried over. She straddled Hagger and began grinding herself against his cock, rubbing her slit and ass against it. As she gyrated her hips, Hagger closed his eyes and grunted, enjoying the sensation.

Laerdya was becoming quite the skilled slave and she did a good job of teasing Hagger’s cock to erection. She was embarrassed at how much of a slut she had become in the last few months. And she was even more embarrassed at the pleasure her own body derived from it. Her pussy was tingling with arousal as she grinded against the orc’s cock and soon it was dripping. As soon as Hagger was fully erect, he ordered her to ride him.

Laerdya lifted herself up, positioning her sex over the Hagger’s erect cock and then sank down. She gasped through her gag, the pleasure overwhelming her, as his thick cock slid inside her. Once his cock was fully buried in her pussy, Laerdya began bouncing up and down, riding the orc chieftain. He groaned in pleasure, enjoying the former princess’s tight cunt.

Perched in her hiding spot high up in a tree, near the top of the forest canopy, Jeardra watched as the redheaded elf bounced up and down on the orc’s cock. She had seen the orc come out here and before he had undressed to bathe with the other slave, she could tell from his clothing and armor that he was an orc of high rank. The fact that he was escorted by guards only reinforced this.

Jeardra wanted to kill the orc. She and the other “demonesses” had killed plenty of orcs. But they were all lowly patrols. Killing a high-ranking orc would be a much greater act of vengeance and a bigger victory against these vile orcs. But as Jeardra looked below, she knew there would be no easy way to sneak up on this high-ranking orc or his guards. If she did, she would likely be captured or killed. She was not afraid to die. But she had more orcs to kill before she did. And she would never risk capture. She would accept death. But she could never go back to slavery.

Jeardra would bide her time. Eventually this orc would be vulnerable and she would kill him.

…………….

In Mathlhone, the city’s governess Eshenesra was meeting in the capitol building with other city officials. They had received the message earlier in the day. The capitol of Kaalhone could not send assistance. Mathlhone was on its own. Eshenesra was of royal blood, a duchess by title and the cousin of the King, though she used the Governess title as the ruler of Mathlhone. But based on the news the city had just received, she feared her rule over Mathlhone was about to come to a brutal end. It seemed virtually certain the orcs would target her city next.

“If they offer terms of surrender, maybe we should accept them,” an elf named Umilythe offered. She was one the city’s small council. Mathlhone had received the news of the terms offered to Ulylthemar, and the more horrible fate its inhabitants had suffered for refusing them.

But Eshenesra emphatically shook her head. “No,” she said firmly. “We will not open our doors and kneel to be enslaved and slaughtered so that a tiny fraction of our males will live and our females will avoid labor camps. The slavery they offer us is hardly better. We will fight.”

“With what solders?” the elf Qildor asked. He was another council member. “Most of our soldiers were killed in the battle. We have almost none left.”

“Then we will man the city walls with volunteers,” Eshenesra replied. “The soldiers we have left can start training them. Our walls are higher and stronger than Ulylthemar’s. They will hold.” Everyone else in the room heard the doubt in her voice.

(End of Part 8, to be continued...)

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