The Tale of Orgzul: Part 11 – Eshenesra Serves Her New Master
Orgzul continued thrusting into Eshenesra’s mouth, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. Orgzul’s grunts mixed with Eshenesra’s whimpers and gagging noises. Her daughters knelt at Grimnor’s feet, forced to watch. It was humiliating for both mother and daughters but a good lesson for what would now be in store for them as slaves.
Orgzul thrusted away for a couple minutes but before he climaxed, he released her hair and pulled his cock from her mouth. Drool spilled down Eshenesra’s chin and she dropped her head in shame, her lip trembling, as she struggled to keep it together. “Present yourself to be fucked, slave,” Orgzul ordered.
“Yes… Master,” Eshenesra whimpered and she flipped over to kneel on her hands and knees. She parted her thighs wide and arched her back and pushed her ass up higher, presenting her cunt for her new Master.
Orgzul looked down at the slave. “You have experienced plenty of orc cock in your first day of slavery,” he mused. “But you have not yet experienced your first lashing as a slave. A slave doesn’t fully appreciate her slavery until she has felt the lash.” He reached for the slave whip at his belt.
Eshenesra wanted to plead not be whipped. But she was terrified that anything she might do that was viewed as refusing to accept her slavery might earn her daughters more punishment. So, she closed her eyes and remained silent. Orgzul smiled as he stared down at the trembling slave. She was quickly learning, he thought, as he raised the whip.
Orgzul swung his arm and the whip slashed through the air. A split second later, Eshenesra felt an explosion of stinging pain across her ass and she cried out in agony. Before she could recover, Orgzul brought the whip down across her ass again, adding to her pain.
“Please Master, please stop!” Eshenesra wailed.
Orgzul frowned. “Slaves do not tell their Masters what to do,” he snarled, and he brought the whip down harder. Eshenesra lurched forward, howling from the searing pain she felt across her rear end.
“That was three strikes. I will give you 20, and you will count off, slave.” He slashed her again.
“Four!” Eshenesra wailed.
“You will address me as Master!” Orgzul snarled. “That should be ‘four, Master.’ I will start over at 1 now.” He brought the whip down hard across Eshenesra’s ass.
She howled in pain and wailed, “One, Master.” This was pure hell! Eshenesra could not imagine how helpless she had become as a slave. She had once been proud duchess! Now she was counting off as she was beaten for an orc’s entertainment. While her own daughters, kneeling naked on the ground, were forced to watch.
Orgzul brought the whip down again and Eshenesra screamed “Two, Master.” Over and over, Orgzul whipped his slave, the stinging pain increasing with each stroke until it was a searing, agonizing burn and Eshenesra was sobbing in pain. But she managed to count off with every strike.
After Orgzul reached 20, he dropped his whip. Eshenesra collapsed to the ground, bathed in sweat; her ass felt like it was on fire. Eshenesra’s daughters remained kneeling, teary-eyed as they watched their mother being disciplined.
“What are you?” Orgzul growled down at Eshenesra.
“I am your slave, Master,” Eshenesra sobbed.
“That is right, slave. You are mine and every part of you belongs to me, to do with as I please. Now present your cunt for me to fuck.” Eshenesra weakly crawled up to her hands and knees and once again got in position, presenting herself to be fucked. She prayed she was fucked. At least that was better than being whipped again. Orgzul positioned behind her, used his hand to line up his erect cock at her slit and slammed forward, driving his cock into his slave’s cunt. Eshenesra cried out as the orc’s cock speared into her. Orgzul pulled out, only to slam back into her, burying his cock to the hilt inside her.
Orgzul leaned forward, grabbing Eshenesra’s head and pushing it into the ground. He grabbed her hip with his other hand and began thrusting hard and fast. His hips slammed into Eshenesra ass cheeks with each thrust, the slapping sound echoing through the air. The orc continued pumping into Eshenesra at a hard and fast rhythm. It hurt Eshenesra as the orc’s cock violently plunged in and out of her sex, but to her shame and embarrassment, it also felt good. She could feel her cunt beginning to moisten as the orc ravaged her. It felt like a betrayal by her body. She clamped her eyes shut and just prayed it was over soon.
Orgzul groaned loudly and unleashed a torrent of cum into Eshenesra’s womb. She was on the verge of orgasm herself, which humiliated her, and when Orgzul stopped thrusting, a part of Eshenesra was relieved that she had not orgasmed and another part of her yearned for the orgasm.
Eshenesra opened her eyes. She looked toward her daughters, humiliated that they had been made to watch this. But when she saw them, she realized their attention was not on their mother. Two orcs had arrived, and the three slaves were now standing in display position once again as the orcs intimately inspected them.
Grimnor watched as Grakam and Urzkhal inspected Zestari, Isilynor, and Niossae. “All three look quite pretty; you cannot go wrong, but take your time to choose,” he said. Orgzul looked down and noticed Eshenesra watching fearfully. “Clean my cock, slave,” he growled. Reluctantly, Eshenesra turned and took the cock into her mouth and began to lick and suck it, cleaning it of his cum and her juices. “Do not stop until I tell you,” Orgzul commanded. Eshenesra wanted to turn and see what was happening to her daughters but she did not dare disobey and so she continued at her task. She wondered if it was better not to watch anyway as the orcs crudely touched and inspected her daughters, since she was completely helpless to protect them anyway.
Orgzul finally told her to stop and pulled his pants up, and then he ordered her to kneel. Eshenesra turned and knelt on the ground and she saw Urzkhal leading Zestari away on a leash. Eshenesra let out a wail as her youngest daughter was led away, which earned her a hard slap from Orgzul. Eshenesra knew she was helpless to prevent her daughter from being taken away. Defeated, she turned back to her other daughters. Grakam was standing in front of Isilynor, his hand thrust between her thighs and his fingers plunging in and out of her sex. Isilynor was trembling and whimpering, her eyes clamped shut. “I will take this one,” Grakam announced.
Grimnor called over a guard. He pointed to Niossae. “Take this one to the coffle of slaves going to the breeding camp,” he told the guard, and the orc began dragging her away. Niossae started sobbing. Suddenly her nightmare of slavery had turned even worse.
“Please do not send her to a breeding camp!” Eshenesra wailed. “Please, I will make a much better breeding slave. I am a mother of five, I am much more experienced in giving birth! She has none!”
Grimnor, Orgzul, and Grakam laughed. “I am sure your daughter has a nice fertile womb, and she has a cunt and nice birthing hips. That is all she needs. She will do just fine. And after a few years of spitting out litters she will have way more experience than you. By the end of her usable breeding life, she will as experienced as can be,” he said. Eshenesra dropped her head again in defeat as Niossae was dragged off. One by one, she was losing her entire family.
But then a cry from Isilynor made Eshenesra’s head shoot up. She watched, horrified as Grakam pinned Isilynor on her back. He spit on his hand and reached down began rubbing his saliva across Isilynor’s labia. It was clear what he intended to do. “Please no, do not do this!” Eshenesra cried.
“One more peep out of you and I will whip her and you,” Orgzul growled and Eshenesra fell silent. She watched helplessly as Grakam’s hand roamed over her daughter’s squirming body, roughly groping her breasts. Grakam looked down at Isilynor’s breasts as he mauled them with his hand. He saw that her nipples had stiffened. “I see I picked well; you are quite the little slut. Now part your legs and beg your Master to fuck you,” he said.
“No! Please let me go!” Isilynor cried.
“Let you go? You better get it through your thick head that you are a slave,” Grakam growled. “You are my property, and I will do with you as I please.” He reached for the slave whip at his belt. “Perhaps you need a reminder.” He raised his hand and then brought the whip down hard, slashing Isilynor between the legs, right across her sex. Isilynor wailed in pain and tried to close her legs.
Grakam pried her legs open, holding her one knee with one hand and pinning her other leg down under his knee. He began whipping Isilynor’s pussy over and over, until Isilynor was howling.
Eshenesra watched helplessly and when Grakam finally stopped, Eshenesra called out to her daughter, “Do what he says.” It was the only advice she could offer her daughter.
Grakam dropped his whip and knelt between Isilynor’s legs. He pulled his cock free from his pants and lined it up at Isilynor’s slit. “Beg me to fuck your cunt, slave, he growled.
Defeated and cowed with fear, Isilynor whimpered, “Please fuck my cunt, Master.”
Grakam turned back and looked towards Eshenesra. “Shall I fuck your daughter’s cunt or whip it more?” he asked.
Eshenesra closed her eyes, humiliated and helpless. “Please fuck my daughter’s cunt, Master,” she whimpered softly. Grakam turned back around and once again settled in between Isilynor’s parted thighs and positioning the head of his cock between Isilynor’s red, swollen labia. He began to push his hips forward, slowly driving his cock inside her. Suddenly, he drove forward hard, burying his cock into Isilynor’s cunt with one merciless thrust, earning a sharp cry from the young elf.
Grakam groaned in pleasure, enjoying the feel of the young elf’s slick, tight cunt. He began thrusting in a brutal rhythm, claiming his new slave with wild, primal thrusts, the smack of their flesh mixing with the sound of the orc’s grunts and the elf’s sharp cries. As Isilynor’s tight, nubile body squirmed underneath the orc’s weight with his cock embedded in the slippery wetness of her cunt, it drove him to new heights of lust.
Eshenesra was forced to watch as her daughter was violently ravaged. She trembled, knowing she was helpless to prevent it. Orgzul noticed her trembling and he decided to further his own slave’s training as Grakam furthered Isilynor’s training. “Slave, you will finger yourself while you watch your daughter being fucked. If you do not orgasm before Grakam does, I will give you a severe lashing.”
Horrified at what she was being asked to do, but fearing the whip, Eshenesra slid her hand down between her parted thighs and began fingering herself. She tried to imagine herself with her husband, thinking perhaps she could focus on that and not the sight of the orc brutally pounding Isilynor. But the thought of her husband, whom she knew was dead, only brought more sadness.
Grakam buries his face in Isilynor’s pert tits as he continued thrusting into her, nibbling and sucking on her nipples and flicking at them with her tongue. Grakam lifted his head away and looked down at the young slave, whose eyes where clenched shut as she shook her head back and forth. “I can feel your cunt twitching around my cock and it is growing slicker,” he said. “You are enjoying my cock, slave. “Reach down and play with your clit.” Isilynor opened her eyes and looked up at the orc who was pounding away on top of her. Humiliated, she slowly slid her hand down between their bodies and began to rub her own clit.
Grakam started thrusting harder, feeling as her cunt grew even more slick. Isilynor’s cheeks reddened; Grakam could tell she was starting to feel arousal and was ashamed by that. He knew that she would not be able to ignore those feelings and they would help break her down. Eventually she would be molded into a lustful little slave.
Isilynor tried desperately to ignore the sensation as Grakam drove his cock in and out of her pussy while she played with her now swollen clit. But as Grakam continued pounding away, she lost control. She felt a sudden explosion of pleasure rip through her body, and her cunt began clenching and spasming against Grakam’s thrusting cock. Grakam felt her cunt clenching and felt the spurt of cunt juice soaking his crotch. “Your little slut daughter just came; she loves her slavery!” Grakam called out to Eshenesra as he continued thrustiung. He leaned in and forced his lips on Isilynor in a long, rough kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
Eshenesra felt her cheeks burning with anger and humiliation. But she kept quiet, fearing what the orcs would do if she dared to speak her mind. She continued fingering herself, rubbing her clit with one hand while she pumped her pussy with two fingers from her other hand. She could feel her juices trickling own her fingers as her pleasure built. Orgzul looked down at Eshenesra. “I can smell your arousal slut. You must enjoy seeing your daughter learn to embrace her slavery. Was that hot to watch your daughter being fucked?” Eshenesra felt nothing but revulsion and shame but she kept pleasuring herself, hoping to avoid the whip. She felt her pussy beginning to twitch as her arousal surged to a fiery intensity. The intense orgasm hit her suddenly, ripping through her body, and Eshenesra deliberately moaned loudly, so that Orgzul would be sure to know she had orgasmed.
He nodded in approval as he looked down at his slave and then heard Grakam groan loudly as he too came, unleashing wave after wave of cum into Isilynor. When he finished. Grakam forced Isilynor to clean off his cock with her mouth and then he snapped a leash on her collar. “Come slut,” he said and he began to drag her off. Eshenesra watched in despair as the last of her daughters was dragged off. She prayed she would get to see them again. She knew there was a good chance she never would.
Eshenesra felt Orgzul reach down and grab her collar. He snapped a leash into it. “Let’s get you to a slaver, slut,” Orgzul announced and he yanked her up. Eshenesra stood with some difficulty; her legs felt like jelly. She tried to walk as fast as she could as she was led away by Orgzul.
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Naevys clutched her side where the dagger had cut her. She held her bow but she was out of arrows. The last arrow was sticking out of an orc that lay dead on the ground. But now she was surrounded by more orcs. She could barely focus on the orcs as they closed in. Her vision was blurry and she could feel blood dripping down her forehead. The dead orc on the ground had smashed her in the head with the butt of his spear before she had killed him with an arrow. He had tried to knock her unconscious. It was clear the orcs did not want to kill her. They wanted her alive. And Naevys realized, too late, that she should have used that arrow to slit her own throat, to avoid whatever horrible fate was now in store for her.
The orcs closed in and one of the orcs tackled Naevys, ripping the bow from her hands and wrenching her arms behind her back. She felt her wrists being bound. “You are going to pay for all the orcs and goblins you killed, you cunt,” one of the orcs growled. She heard the sound of footsteps and gruff voices and she looked up as orcs appeared. They had Viessa and Maeralya. And most of the captives that the Demonesses had just freed. One of the orcs spoke. “We caught two of the Demonesses and I see you got one, but the last one is still on the run. Burush and his orcs are chasing her down. And others are chasing down the other elf cunts. We should have them all soon enough.”
The orc holding Naevys replied, “Good, hopefully they catch her soon. Let’s get these three Demonesses back to the base. I am sure Haggar will give us a big reward.”
The orcs brought Viessa and Maeralya over and threw them to the ground. Naevys noticed then the blood pouring from a wound in Viessa’s abdomen. She lay limp, barely conscious. “This one got stabbed as we were trying to capture her,” one of the orcs said. “I don’t think she will make it back to the camp.”
The orc holding Naevys said casually. “Then kill her. We will bring the other two back to Hagger.” Naevys watched, horrified, as an orc crouched down, unsheathing a dagger and slitting Viessa’s throat. Maeralya let out a loud wail as they watched their friend die. Maeralya and Naevys were hauled back onto their feet. “Alright cunts, time to take you to our camp. And don’t mourn your friend. Trust me, she just got the easy way out. You will soon be praying for the quick death she got.” The orcs began to drag Maeralya and Naevys off.
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Tilvial and Halaema were in the stone building at the center of the breeding camp. Around them were beakers and vials of liquids and ground up plants and herbs. The orcs had given the former apothecarists an important task. Making a more potent breeding potion. The orcs did not need regular breeding potion made yet. They expected to be able to acquire enough of it as they raided cities and villages in Elevosia. But they wanted a more potent version of the potion, to increase the size of the broodmares’ litters. Often, an elf maiden dosed with breeding potion only have birth to one child, but it was not uncommon for her to have twins or triplets. But the orcs wanted to make sure that their broodmares always birthed large litters. And they had told Tilvial and Halaema to figure it out.
Halaema had much more experience in making breeding potion than Tilvial. In Olfe Serine, Tilvial had just ordered it from one of the largest cities rather than make it herself. And when the orcs grilled them, Halaema had tried to insist that tweaking the formula might not work and could have other unintended side effects that would affect the mothers of their offspring. But the orcs had told the two elves they didn’t care. The orcs had also demanded that Halaema and Tilvial to make the potion so that the litters were all female, but Halaema had explained that the elves had not devised a way to select the gender of elven babies, using the breeding potion or otherwise. The orcs were not happy about this but they believed Halaema. Tilvial wished that they could choose the gender because she knew that the orcs killed all of the male babies shortly after they were born. They only wanted females. Though she wasn’t sure the females had a better fate. They would spend their entire lives as slaves, never knowing freedom.
Tilvial and Halaema previously had very little time to work on potion between their numerous tasks taking care of the broodmares and seeing to their breeding, and being used by orcs themselves. Tilvial and Halaema still had many tasks caring for the broodmares, but now that the broodmares were all presumed to be pregnant, there was no need to breed them anymore. And it also meant that the broodmares’ cunts were available to be fucked by orcs, and that lessened the demand the orcs had for using Tilvial’s and Halaema’s cunts. But they were still fucked by the orcs frequently. Both Tilvial and Halaema had cum leaking down their thighs at the moment as a group of orcs had decided to use them. But the orcs had lumbered off, and Tilvial and Halaema could work on the potion once again.
The main ingredient of breeding potion was a root of a plant called Lovers’ Blossom. However, alone it had no effect on an elf maiden’s fertility, and it had to be combined with other plants and alchemist potions to have the desired effect. Halaema had told Tilvial that if they increased the amount of Lovers’ Blossom root in the potion, it could very well increase the size of the broodmares’ litters. But they could only hope that worked and had no ill effects.
Tilvial was using a mortar and pestle to grind up dried Lovers’ Blossom root while Halaema was combining two potions into a beaker. The first was Moonlight Potion, a very common potion that both Halaema and Tilvial knew how to make. The other was Elixir of the Mountain. Neither Halaema nor Tilvial knew how to make Elixir of the Mountain; though there were ample supplies of the potion in Elevosia, it was made only by certain very knowledgeable priests and priestesses or sorcerers and sorceresses. Elixir of the Mountain was an ingredient in many elvish potions and was believed to have magical properties.
As the two elves worked, Tilvial’s breasts were aching. She was badly in need of a milking. And there was a burning arousal in her loins, a side effect of the hormone treatments she was given to boost milk production. But she did not want to stop working on the portion to milk herself or masturbate. The orcs were constantly checking on their progress. And sure enough, after a few minutes, an orc entered the room. “Cunts, how long will it take before the improved potion is finished?” he asked.
“Master, this new potion will be ready soon. But I do not know if it is actually improved. It is risky Master; it may have serious side effects and it may not work,” Halaema said.
The orc waved his hand dismissively. “If a few broodmares die, they die. We have some new elf cunts arriving soon. They are already broodmares who birthed litters in a goblin camp so we know they are all fertile. We will test your new potion on them and see if it works. I hope for your sake and theirs, it works. Now one of you present your cunt to be fucked.”
Tilvial and Halaema looked at each other. Tilvial knew that, as between her and Halaema, Halaema was more important for the development of the new potion. So Tilvial put down her pestle and got on all fours on the floor, presenting her ass and cunt for the orc. She closed her eyes as he positioned behind her, waiting to be fucked. She was actually glad she was being fucked, and prayed he chose her cunt over her ass, as she was badly in need of sexual relief.
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Hagger was lying on his back with his eyes closed. Crouched down in front of his was Laerdya; she was eagerly gliding her tongue up and down his cock as she slowly pumped it with his hand.
Hagger had his hand on her ass, and he slid it between her legs and found that her cunt was quite wet. He had not teased and had barely even touched the slave. It seemed she was getting aroused just from licking orc cock. Her conditioning as a slave was coming along well.
As soon as Hagger was fully erect, Laerdya wrapped her lips around his cock. She slid her head down, taking his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She did not gag at all as her head began bobbing up down and she began licking and sucking Hagger’s cock.
Hagger heard footsteps and he opened his eyes and looked up to see orcs approaching with over two dozen naked elf maidens locked in a slave coffle. The orcs took the captives straight to Hagger.
“Chieftain, we captured these elf cunts,” the orc in the frost said. “Two of them are two of the Demonesses that have been killing orcs.” He pointed to Maeralya and Naevys, who were locked in the front of the slave coffle. “The rest were elf cunts they tried to rescue. We also killed another Demoness and one is still on the run but we have orcs tracking her.”
Hagger smiled and clenched his fist in victory. “Good. Keep those two here and torture them until the divulge everything they know and make sure there aren’t any more of these cunts out there. Send the others through the portal to be given to a slaver to be branded and trained.”
“Yes, sir, right away,” the orcs said and they began to drag off the coffle. Thrilled he had finally dealt with these Demonesses, an ecstatic Hagger groaned and unleased a torrent of cum into Laerdya’s mouth. She eagerly swallowed it.
(End of Part 11, to be continued...)
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