The Tale of Orgzul: Part 10 – A Gift to Orgzul

Eshenesra was in a daze. She had been ravaged over and over for the past several hours by the marauding orcs. Each of her orifices had been well-used by orcs and even a couple goblins. All around her were screams and cries as the orcs rampaged through the city, killing any male elves they found and capturing, raping, and enslaving the females. Eshenesra was lying on her belly, semiconscious, as an orc thrusted into her from behind. She lurched forward from the impact as the orc slammed into her with each thrust.

As she was ravaged, Eshenesra’s mind wandered to her family, her husband, her two sons, and three daughters. Her husband and oldest son had been on the wall, helping to defend the city. She had not seen them when the gate had been destroyed and the orcs breached the walls and swarmed the city. They had been far away from the blast, on another portion of the wall, but Eshenesra assumed the worst. They were almost certainly dead. Her youngest son and three daughters were in the center of the city, hiding in their home. Eshenesra looked up at the surrounding city. All around her, orcs were forcing their ways into the buildings. Orcs that forced their way into homes were exiting a few minutes later, dragging with them screaming or sobbing elf maidens, stripped naked and bound. Eshenesra knew that any males inside the buildings were being killed. Had the orcs reached her own home? It was in the center of the city so perhaps the orcs had not reached it yet. Or perhaps the orcs had but her children were able to hide. Perhaps they would not be seen. Eshenesra clung to this hope.

After a few minutes, the orc groaned loudly and unleashed a torrent of cum into Eshenesra’s battered womb. He climbed off of her. Sore, exhausted, and covered in sweat and cum, Eshenesra curled into a ball. But she got no respite. She felt hands on her hips, pulling them up so that her ass was jutting up in the air. The she felt a cock pressing against her already sore anus. Eshenesra let out a pitiful wail as the orc forced his cock inside her ass. Her vision blurred and she passed out.

For the next several hours, Eshenesra drifted in and out of consciousness. Each time she woke up, she was being ravaged by an orc. After several hours, she woke again to someone shaking her. She groaned, assuming she was about to be ravaged yet again. As her eyes fluttered open, she saw a pair of goblins. She tried to prepare herself for whatever sexual degradation they planned to inflict on her. But the goblins hauled her to her feet. “Come slave, the War Chieftain wants to see you,” one of them said and they began to lead her away.

Eshenesra was led into the center of the city. There were hundreds of stripped elf maidens on the street, some being ravaged, others simply bound. Others were being led away. There were also the bodies of males on the streets though there were less male elves than females; it seemed lots of the males were being slaughtered in their homes. Eshenesra kept her head down, not wanting to see the carnage and terror around her as elves were slaughtered, ravaged and enslaved. As Governess, she had been in charge of protecting them. She had failed miserably.

Once in the center of the city, Eshenesra was led over to an orc. In front of the orc was three elf maidens, stripped naked and kneeling. As they drew closer, Eshenesra’s eyes widened in horror. She realized it was her daughters. All three kneeling with their legs spread wide and Eshenesra could see the cum oozing from their swollen sexes. Each had red lashes all over their bodies from what Eshenesra assumed was from being whipped. There were iron collars locked around their throats. Their heads were lowered but Eshenesra could that their eyes were red and swollen. Eshenesra cried out and tried to run to them but one of the goblins held her tight. He brought her over to the orc’s feet and shoved her down, forcing her to kneel. “War Chieftain, I present you the former Governess and Duchess,” the goblin said. Eshenesra knelt and sobbed. Seeing her daughters like this was too much for her. And seeing them here like this almost certainly met that her youngest son had been found too and he was now dead.

Grimnor stared down at Eshenesra and smiled. “I had promised, I would lock a collar around your neck, slave,” he said. He was holding an iron collar and he reached down and placed it around her throat and closed it. It clicked shut and automatically locked. “I hoped to give you your first slave rape but it seems many of my orcs got to you first,” he said. “I had assumed you would be hidden away in your home, not out and defending the city. Your bravery is commendable, but you are a slave now none the same. And I gave one of your daughters her first slave rape while some of my orcs introduced the other two to slavery. All four of you will make fine slaves. To get four members of elf royalty as slaves is a great victory.”

“Let them go, you vile monster!” Eshenesra snarled, glaring up at Grimnor.  The rage at seeing her daughters stripped and violated had brought back Eshenesra's bravery and defiance.

Grimnor backhanded Eshenesra. Her vision swimming, she was stunned for a few seconds but then she looked up at Grimnor again and glared. Her motherly instinct had kicked in, trumping her fear. Grimnor reached for the slave whip at his belt and unfurled it. Eshenesra braced herself to be whipped as Grimnor raised the whip. But then he brought it down hard across the chest of Eshenesra’s oldest daughter, Niossae, and she screamed, as did Eshenesra.

“You will show respect, slave,” Grimnor snarled at Eshenesra. “Or your daughters will suffer the consequences. Now kneel properly as your daughters are! Sit back on your heels and spread your knees wider! Your legs are always to be open when kneeling to reveal your cunt. Straighten your back and thrust out your tits. Rest your palms on your spread thighs. Keep your head up but your eyes averted to my feet!”

Eshenesra quickly complied, kneeling as she had been instructed, and as her daughters were kneeling. It was a humiliating and degrading pose. She started to sob; she knew there was nothing she could do for her daughters. There was nothing she could do for any of the elves of Mathlhone.

“Grimnor turned to the goblins. “I want these 4 slaves nice and presentable. Take them a fountain in the city and have them bathe. Then have them branded.”

The goblins attached leashes to the collars of Eshenesra and her daughters and dragged them off.

…………….

Deep in the Great Forest, a group of naked elf slaves were huddled together, their wrists bound, fighting back tears, trembling with terror. There were almost two dozen, all of them captured at various places in the kingdom of Kahshara by a band of goblins. The goblins, 6 of them, were standing around their herd of slaves. The goblins had decided to stop and rest. They were close enough to the portal that they were not worried about the band of elf maidens who had earned the nickname the Demonesses, that were killing orcs and goblins in the forest. The Demonesses were believed to be on the edge of the forest, far away from the portal. The goblins were safe here to rest. And they were deciding which of the slaves they wanted to fuck.

They finally decided on a young brunette, Valindra, who they had captured from a farm along with her younger sister, Gwynnestri. “Time to stuff your holes with goblin cock,” one of the goblins told Valindra gleefully. 

Valindra started to cry. “Please do not do this!” she sobbed. One of the goblins grabbed the makeshift leash attached to the rope binding her wrists and began to drag her away.

“Please no!” another elf maiden wailed. It was Gwynnestri. Valindra turned to her sister and shook her head, warning her to silence. As much as she did not want to be ravaged, Valindra did not want the goblins’ attention drawn to her younger sister. Gwynnestri dropped her head, defeated, as the goblins dragged Valindra off the road to find a tree stump or log that they could bend her over to fuck her. One goblin stayed behind to watch the slaves. He was the youngest of the group and so he was often relegated to guard duty while the others had their fun with captives. The goblin grumbled, watching as the goblins had dragged off Valindra. He frowned and grumbled again a minute later when he started hearing the sounds of Valindra squealing. It sounded like the goblins had started having their fun with the new slave, and he was bitter he had been left out of the fun.

Gwynnestri sank down on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest, and started crying softly. She was devastated as the tormented noises of her sister echoed around the trees, and she was terrified about her own fate. Another elf maiden, Imra, crouched down, and tried to console the young elf. As Imra talked in a soothing voice to Gwynnestri, she noticed out of the corner of her eye one of the other slaves moving away from the group over to a tree. That slave leaned down and picked up something. Imra glanced over and her eyes widened in surprise. The slave was holding a long dagger.

The slave saw Imra looking at her and she put her finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet. The slave started walking in the direction of the goblin that had been relegated to guard duty. His back was turned to her as he looked off in the direction of Valindra’s squeals.

The “Demonesses,” Jeardra, Naevys, Viessa, and Maeralya, had been tailing the goblins for a half day. When the goblins had stopped for a break, they had snuck into the circle of slaves. All four were disguised as slaves, naked with collars around their necks. But they had kept their weapons nearby. And with all but one of the goblins now gone, now was their chance.

Jeardra snuck up to the goblin, dagger in hand, until she was right behind him. He was so preoccupied with listening to the sounds of Valindra’s ravishment that he did not notice. With one hand, Jeardra grabbed the goblin’s forehand and pulled it back, exposing his neck. Her other hand drew the blade of her dagger across his throat, The goblin tried to scream but all he could do was make a gasping, wheezing sound as blood sprayed from the wound. He fell down gasping for a breath he could not take. A few gasps and soft cries rang out from the elf maiden captives as they watched Jeardra killing the goblin. Jeardra crouched down and flipped the goblin over onto his back. She plunged the dagger into his chest, finishing him off.

Naevys, Viessa, and Maeralya had also retrieved their weapons. All four of the Demonesses started making their way towards the direction of Valindra’s cries. A few seconds later, there were shouts and screams of goblins. Within a half-minute, the shouts and cries of the goblins went silent. Then Jeardra, Naevys, Viessa, and Maeralya reappeared, covered in blood. It was the goblins’ blood, not their own. They had Valindra with them. Jeardra and Viessa used their daggers to begin to cut away the other captives’ bindings.

“You are free now,” Jeardra said. “Come, we will help you to find your way out of the forest so you can get home.” The Demonesses had decided to escort the group of former captives out of the Great Forest. They were deep in the forest and knew that the long journey out of the forest would be very perilous. There were lots of orc patrols who would recapture these elf maidens unless they were careful. This large group of captives, most of whom were from farms, stood little chance without being escorted. Jeardra turned to her fellow Demonesses. “After we take these elves most of the way, we will circle back. I am going to kill that orc leader near their base.”

Viessa nodded and frowned. She was worried about this undertaking that Jeardra was determined to accomplish. It was one thing to ambush orcs in the forest. It was another to try and kill a powerful orc who had bodyguards, at their own base in the forest.

“Let’s get dressed and then we can start escorting them,” Jeardra said. The Demonesses had stripped and placed collars around their necks to infiltrate the goblins’ captives but had left their clothing a short distance away. They started walking in the forest to fetch them. But as they were walking, they suddenly heard screams.

“Orcs!” an elf maiden cried. The Demonesses spun around. Drawing their weapons, they started running back in the direction of the freed captives. But when they reached them, they saw over a dozen orcs, corralling the captives and re-binding them. And the orcs saw the Demonesses. “Grab them!” an orc bellowed and orcs started charging toward them. Naevys raised her bow and aimed it at an orc. She unleashed an arrow, catching the orc in the chest and dropping him. But before she could loose another arrow, an orc threw a dagger. It caught Naevys on her side, right below her breast and she cried out in pain.

Jeardra quickly realized they were outnumbered. They stood no chance against this many orcs, especially without the element of surprise. “Run!” she screamed.

…………….

Tilvial and Halaema were milking the broodmares. The slaves were now at full milk production and had to be milked several times a day. The elf maiden that Tilvial was milking at the moment had her eyes closed, relief washed over her face as the milk flowed from her nipples, through the cups and tubing and into the collection bucket. Next to her, another of the broodmares was squirming and moaning, clearly in discomfort and eager to be milked. Or perhaps it was her arousal that was bothering her. The broodmares were in a constant state of intense arousal from their hormone treatments. They did get some relief. Their cunts were available to be fucked by the orcs now since they were all presumed to be pregnant, having been mated twice a day with the studs for a full week. The studs had been put in a large barn on one edge of the camp while the orcs waited for more broodmares to be delivered. There was no need for them to fuck pregnant broodmares.  It meant that the only way the constantly aroused broodmares got any relief from their overwhelming arousal was being fucked by orcs.

The broodmares remained locked in their breeding stations to be fed and produce milk and occasionally fucked by an orc while the baby or babies grew in their wombs. But with so many broodmares, they sometimes went a day or two or even longer before they were fucked. And they were in such a state of high arousal that their labia were red and swollen and pussies were constantly dripping. Tilvial could smell the elf maidens’ arousal as she milked them. So could the flies, and swarms of them buzzed around the broodmares during the day. The stinging and itching caused by the flies as they swarmed around and bit the broodmares' genitals only increased their torment. Tilvial and Halaema tried to bathe them when they could, to keep the flies at bay, but they had so many other tasks to complete that it was hard to find time.

Tilvial finished milking the broodmare and she pulled the cups off her swollen nipples. She moved down the line to the broodmare that had been moaning. She was till moaning and she was gyrating her hips in needy little circles. She was clearly being tormented by the intense arousal she was feeling. As Tilvial attached the milking cups to the elf maiden’s teats, she glanced at the broodmare’s face and saw the desperate, pleading look in her eyes. Tilvial looked away and focused on her task, cranking the pump on the milker to increase the suction of the cups. A steady flow of milk began to stream from the broodmare’s nipples and was sucked through the tubes of the milker to the collection bucket. Tilvial heard the elf maiden whimper. She was gyrating her hip more frantically and looking at Tilvial pleadingly. She was desperate for sexual relief.

Tilvial signed and glanced around. She did not see any orcs. Quietly she circled around to the rear of the elf maiden while the milk was still being pumped from her body. Tilvial saw her engorged genitals which were dripping with arousal. The smell of female arousal filled Tilvial’s nostrils. Tilvial raised her hand and waved it to scatter the flies that were swarming the poor elf’s drenched sex. Tilvial looked around again to make sure there were still no orcs in sight. Tilvial wanted to help the poor elf maiden. She slowly reached out with her hand towards her dripping sex.

The aching desire in Sylmare’s pelvis was unbearable. She was desperately in need of an orgasm from the unrelenting arousal burning in her loins. It was so intense, she could not even fall asleep to get any respite from it. She was being driven wild by desire. As Tilvial circled behind her, Sylmare’s hips had graduated from circles to outright humping of the air. Her cunt was twitching and flexing, leaking rivulets of juice. She squealed in frustration into her feeding tube.

As soon as Tilvial’s fingers ran over Sylmare’s slit, Sylmare felt intense bolts of pleasure and she gasped. Tilvial plunged her fingers into Sylmare’s cunt and began thrusting them in and out, while she used her other hand to begin rubbing Sylmare’s clit. Sylmare moaned loudly and began thrusting her hips back, grinding against and humping Tilvial’s fingers.

As the scent of Sylmare’s arousal grew stronger and Tilvial listened to her moans, Tilvial noticed the warm tingle growing between her own legs. She too was on the same hormone treatment as the broodmares and felt constant arousal. But unlike the broodmares, Tilvial could relieve herself. Tilvial pulled her hand away from Sylmare’s clit and slid that hand down between her own legs and began to pleasure herself while she continued fingering Sylmare with her other hand. She closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure. With her eyes closed, Tilvial did not notice the orc approaching. “What the fuck are you doing!?!” the orc snarled.

Tilvial’s eyes flew open and she pulled her hands away from Sylmare’s pussy and her own. Tilvial started stammering. “I... I am sorry, Master, I was… she…”

“Those cunts belong to us. Hers and yours. You will not touch them without our permission. You are supposed to be working, not rutting, you little elf slut! If you want to cum, you will beg an orc to fuck you. Start begging now if you want fucked so bad!”

Tilvial quickly fell to her hands and knees. She stuck her ass out towards the orc and parting her thighs, giving him a good view of her dripping pussy. “Please fuck me, Master, I beg you!” she cried.

The orc dropped his pants but he did not move in behind Tilvial. Instead, he positioned himself behind Sylmare, locked in her breeding rack.

Sylmare felt the orc’s cock sliding into her drenched, hot cunt, and she moaned loudly. After the orc had buried his cock in Sylmare, he stood there, motionless, not thrusting. Sylmare started thrusting her hips back, rocking against the frame holding her, desperate to feel his cock plunging in and out of her. The orc watched the squirming, desperate elf and he smirked. “You elves act like you are so desperate to avoid slavery but look at you. You are natural slaves.”

Kneeling on the ground, Tilvial felt her cheeks burning with shame. She knew that the reason she and the others were so desperate to cum was because of the hormones they were forced by the orcs to ingest to boost their milk production. It was not their fault! But she dared not point this out to the orc. And regardless of whether their arousal was caused by the hormones, it was still humiliating and made her ashamed.

Sylmare moaned as the orc began to slowly thrust in and out of her. The orc pulled out almost completely and Sylmare let out a protesting whimper. The orc slammed back into her, driving his cock into her hard. Sylmare screamed in ecstasy. The orc started thrusting hard and deeply, pounding her wet cunt. Sylmare screamed and moaned through her feeding tube, in the throes of ecstasy as her orgasm built. It was less than a minute before Sylmare was on the brink of orgasm but suddenly the orc stopped thrusting.

Desperate to cum, Sylmare started thrusting her hips back again. The orc chuckled and pulled back further, withdrawing his cock more from her sopping cunt, and Sylmare groaned in frustration. But then the orc started thrusting again, harder and faster than before. Sylmare screamed in pleasure, feeling the heat and electricity coil in her loins and spread through her entire body. But when she was again on the brink, the orc suddenly stopped thrusting and pulled his cock out from her twitching cunt. He gave a hard slap to her ass. Stupid little slut,” he growled. “Now you are all juiced up for the flies again.” He turned and Sylmare left out a tormented wail, realizing she would not get to cum. “And my cock is now nice and lubed for your ass,” the orc said turning to Tilvial and crouching down behind her. Grabbing her hips, he lined up his cock to her anus and thrust forward. He began driving his cock in and out of Tilvial’s ass at a brutal pace. Tilvial groaned in dismay, realizing she would only be ass fucked so that, like Sylmare, she would not get the orgasm she so desperately needed.

The orc pounded Tilvial’s ass until he came loudly. He forced Tilvial to lick his cock clean. And then he unfurled his whip. “This is for playing when you were supposed to be working!” he snarled and he began raining blow after blow on Tilvial until she was curled into a ball and howling in pain.

Finally, the orc stopped whipping Tilvial. “Get back to work,” he growled. “And if I ever catch you being lazy and not working again, I will have you put in a breeding rack and you can spend the rest of your life as a broodmare.”

“Yes, Master,” Tilvial sobbed. As the orc stormed off, Tilvial picked herself up. She heard Sylmare grunting and she realized the milker was still attached to her nipples. Tilvial hurried over. The milker was still sucking away but there was no more milk to collect. Sylmare knew that the pinch of the tubes sucking at an elf maiden’s nipples quickly grew painful. She pressed the valve to release the pressure around the cups and pulled them from Sylmare’s nipples. They were swollen and purple. But there was nothing Tilvial could do for her. She did not want to end up a broodmare herself. Tilvial hurried down the line to the next broodmare and began to milk her.

Her nipples throbbing with pain and her pussy feeling like it was on fire with arousal she could not extinguish, Sylmare closed her eyes and began to sob in despair and frustration. Soon she felt the sting of the flies as they can began biting at her engorged wet genitals, adding to her torment.

…………….

Eshenesra fought back tears as she stared at the fresh brand on her thigh. Being branded had been extremely painful. But it was nothing compared to seeing her three daughters branded, hearing their agonized screams, and being helpless to prevent it. As she knelt on the ground, Eshenesra stared at the brand on her own thigh because she could not bear to look at the brands on her daughters’ thighs or the lewd, degrading way they were forced to kneel as slaves with their legs open.

After being allowed to wash and then being branded, the goblins had handed Eshenesra and her daughters over to an orc, who told them he would begin training them in the basics of slavery. The four elf maidens were taught a series of slave positions, most of them humiliating and demeaning. They had also quickly learned that they must address the orcs as ‘Master’ or receive a lashing for their disrespect. Eshenesra wanted to defy the orcs but if the orcs saw even a flash of anger in her eyes, they would lash one of her daughters with a whip. This had quickly cowed Eshenesra into submission.

After a few hours of training, the four elf maidens had been returned to Grimnor. Now they were kneeling at his feet. Eshenesra heard footsteps and she turned to see an orc approaching.

“Orgzul, welcome,” Grimnor said.

Orgzul looked down at the for blonde slaves kneeling at Grimnor’s feet. “You take some new slaves?” he asked Grimnor.

“I present you the former Governess and her daughters. And they are royalty, the Governess was a duchess, the cousin of the elven king who rules this kingdom.”

“They make fine slaves,” Orgzul remarked.

“They do indeed. And as former royalty, they make quite valuable slaves. And as a thank you for you helping to lead our orcs on so many stellar victories, I am gifting you one. Whichever one you would like.” Grimnor looked down at Eshenesra and her daughters. “Display, sluts,” he commanded.

The humiliated elf maidens slowly climbed to their feet and stood facing Orgzul, their legs parted, chests thrust out, and hands interlocked behind their heads. Orgzul eyed them hungrily. “A very generous gift, War Chieftain. However, I have one elf slave captured already and I would not wish to take another until all of the orcs who have participated in these battles have all gotten a slave.”

“Today we captured nearly 40,000 slaves,” Grimnor replied. “All of the orcs here will get a slave, with plenty to spare. So, you may take one of these lovely sluts as a second slave.”

Orgzul nodded and stepped over to the four elf maidens. He started to inspect each one, starting with Eshenesra’s youngest daughter, Zestari. As the orc began running his hands up and down her body, and groping and prodding at her, Eshenesra fought back tears. She knew she was required to keep her head straight forward in display position but she would not have even turned her head to watch if she had been allowed to, knowing that seeing the fearful look on her daughter’s face as she was degradingly inspected would have broken her.

Orgzul slid his hand down the trembling elf’s belly and between her legs and forced a finger into her sex. “Tight but not as wet as I would like,” he observed. He pulled his hand free and moved down the line to the next elf maiden, Eshenesra’s middle daughter, Isilynor. She let out a frightened whimper as Orgzul began squeezing her breasts, and Eshenesra felt tears falling down her own cheeks. She prayed this orc did not select one of her daughters. But she knew that if he did not, some other orc would. There was no escaping this terrible fate that had befallen them.

Orgzul continued his inspection of Isilynor, letting his hands roam all over the young elf’s body before slipping a finger and then two inside her sex. He nodded in approval, finding her cunt wetter than the Zestari’s. “This one is a possibility,” he observed and then moved down the line to Eshenesra’s oldest daughter, Niossae. After another thorough inspection, he decided he liked Isilynor more than Niossae. But there was still one more slave to inspect, Eshenesra.

Eshenesra closed her eyes as Orgzul began roughly groping her breasts. She jumped when he began pinching and twisting her nipples, but she held her position. She knew that she must not displease these orcs; anytime she did, it earned punishment for one of her daughters. She continued to hold her position as Orgzul ran his hands up and down her body, poking, prodding, and rubbing various parts. He reached around to squeeze her ass cheeks. Finding that they were quite firm, he withdrew his hands and then slid one down Eshenesra’s belly and between her legs, pushing two fingers into her cunt. It was not quite as tight as Isilynor’s, but was even wetter. He looked between mother and daughter. “Step forward you two,” he commanded. He needed to decide which slave he wanted. Isilynor and Eshenesra stepped forward and Orgzul gave them both another visual inspection. Eshenesra had the better curves but the younger Isilynor had the tighter body. Normally, particularly with human slaves, Orgzul would have chosen the younger slave, since she would have a longer usable life as a slave. But elves lived for centuries and both would keep their looks and would likely live much longer than Orgzul himself. Orgzul reached out with both his hands and began tweaking the nipples of each slave. The nipples of both slaves quickly stiffened, and Orgzul slid his hands down and thrust them again between the legs of each slave, first rubbing their clits with his thumb before plunging his fingers into their cunts. Their bodies reacted well and as he withdrew his fingers both were glistening with cunt juices. However, the fingers of Orgzul’s hand that been in Eshenesra’s cunt were dripping with her juices. It confirmed for Orgzul that she edged out her daughter as far as having a juicy cunt. But it was clear to Orgzul that both would make heated, lustful slaves.

Orgzul forced open the mouths of each slave to inspect their teeth. Then there was one more hole to inspect. “Bend over and spready your ass cheeks,” he commanded. Isilynor turned and looked to her mother, fear and humiliation in her eyes. Eshenesra looked back at her daughter. Closing her eyes, Eshenesra nodded to her, signaling for her to cooperate. Eshenesra realized that was the limit of her ability now to protect her daughters, to tell them to cooperate with this degrading treatment to avoid harsher treatment. Eshenesra hoped that Isilynor would follow her lead. She turned so her back was to Orgzul and bent over at the waist, reaching back to grab her ass cheeks and spread them. Her cheeks red with shame, Isilynor did the same. Orgzul reached with his hands and forced a finger into the ass of each slave, earning grunts from both. They each had very tight asses. He knew either would make him a fine slave.

Orgzul withdrew his fingers. “Stand and turn and face me,” he ordered. When the slaves complied, he pressed his fingers to their lips. “Suck them clean,” he ordered.

While Eshenesra and Isilynor licked and sucked Orgzul’s fingers, he turned to Grimnor. “I will take the mother,” he announced.

“A splendid choice. I will let Urzkhal and Grakam choose between the daughters and the remaining daughter will be sent a breeding camp,” Grimnor replied.

Eshenesra eyes widened with horror and she pulled her mouth away from his finger. “No, please not a breeding camp!” she wailed. Orgzul backhanded her hard across the face to silence her.

“You had the opportunity to avoid that fate for your daughter and others in this city but you chose not to surrender. Maybe the next city’s leaders will be wiser when they learn what happened to your daughter, and their own daughters will avoid such a fate,” Grimnor said.

Orgzul pointed to the ground. “On your knees and suck my cock, slave,” he growled as he dropped his pants. “Show your daughters how it is done; I am sure their cock sucking skills are lacking. Your skills better be good, or you and your daughters will feel my whip.”

Defeated, Eshenesra fell to her knees at Orgzul’s feet. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the orc’s large cock and shoved it into her mouth. It tasted like sour sweat and the thought that she would doing this for the rest of life made her want to throw up. She struggled as his thick cock pressed into the back of her throat but Orgzul shoved his hips forward and rammed his cock into her throat, causing Eshenesra to gag. Her eyes watering, Eshenesra began sucking as she pulled back her head and then drove it down again. Soon her head was bobbing up and down as she worked the orc with her mouth and tongue. Orgzul looked up from Eshenesra to her three daughters who were now once again kneeling at Grimnor’s feet, facing Orgzul and Eshenesra and watching their mother pleasure the orc. “See this, girls? Watch your mother; soon enough you will be doing this,” Orgzul said.

Orgzul reached down and grabbed Eshenesra’s hair, balling it in his fist as he began to thrust, fucking the elf’s mouth and throat. Gagging and choking, Eshenesra struggled to keep going, knowing she must do a good job to avoid more harsh torment of her daughters.

(End of Part 10, to be continued...)

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