The Tale of Orgzul: Part 12 – The Orcs’ New Base

After having his new slave Eshenesra’s ears and nipples pierced and she was outfitted with a collar with his initials, Orgzul had taken her to the center of the city, into the capitol building. It had once been where Eshenesra had lived and worked. Now it was where Orgzul, Grimnor, and other orc leaders were staying during their occupation of the city. Orgzul had decided to keep Eshenesra here in Elevosia, unlike his first slave, Amnestria, who had been sent to Aegor to be trained. Eshenesra would be a nice treat for him to have any time there was a break in the war campaign. She would be sent to the slaving hub in Ulylthemar and then returned here to Mathlhone after her training, since this city was being converted to an orc base. Orgzul knew that when this war was finally over, he would have a fine harem of elf slaves, with a general’s daughter and a duchess likely two of his finest specimens.

Orgzul was celebrating his victories by having another go at his new slave’s cunt. Eshenesra cried softly as Orgzul violently thrust into her. His hand was wrapped so tightly around her throat that she could barely make any noises as she was roughly taken. Her cries were barely more than gasps and soft whimpers. She was standing, one leg lifted in the air as Orgzul thrusted into her, and she was braced against an orc from one of Orgzul’s clan. Orgzul had promised the orc he could use her after he was done. 

Gold chains now adorned Eshenesra’s body and her nipples and ears were pierced. The once proud noble elf now looked every bit the slave she now was. She now looked every bit the fine slave.

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And as Eshenesra was roughly pounded by Orgzul, she felt every bit the slave. It was starting to sink in that her life as a proud member of Argrothrond’s royalty and as a governess was forever over. She would never be rescued. The elves stood no chance against this unrelenting force. But the realization that this was her brutal life now was not why she was crying. She was more distraught that her own daughters were suffering the same fate. She knew that Zestari and Isilynor had been claimed as slaves by other orc leaders. They were likely suffering the same brutal treatment she was right now. And she was even more distraught for Niossae, who was in a coffle on her way to a breeding camp, to spend the rest of her life being forcefully bred, an unimaginably cruel fate. Eshenesra knew that there was nothing she could have done to save her city and to save her daughters. But she was still crushed by the guilt and felt that she had failed as a mother and as the city’s leader. Part of her thought she deserved to be a slave now, as punishment for her own failures.

Orgzul slammed his cock in and out of Eshenesra, enjoying the feeling of her tight cunt gripping his cock. With each thrust, Orgzul buried his cock to the hilt and battered Eshenesra’s cervix and stretched the walls of her pussy wider. Orgzul alternating between fast strokes, pistoning in and out of her depths, and slower powerful strokes, trying to prolong his pleasure and delayed his orgasm. He grinned at the other orc who Eshenesra was braced against, and that orc grinned back before looking at Eshenesra and licking his lips. He was eager to sample her. It would be a treat to fuck his chieftain’s slave. Orgzul often shared his finest slaves with the orcs in his tribe but the orc had never sampled royalty before. He was excited for this first royal cunt. Or perhaps he would sample her royal ass instead. Either possibility would be fun.

Orgzul continued pounding his cock into Eshenesra for a few more strokes before his thrusts became more erratic, and he groaned loudly as he climaxed, sending a torrent of cum inside his new slave’s womb. He pulled out of her and pointed to the floor. Eshenesra immediately fell to her knees and began licking his cock clean, her cheeks burning with shame. Eshenesra was humiliated and ashamed, but she was a quick learner. She knew the orcs liked their cocks cleaned after they were done fucking. And she preferred licking a cock that had just been in one of her orifices to the pain of being whipped for displeasing her orc Masters.

When Orgzul’s cock was clean, he pulled up his pants. “After you are done fucking this one, put her to work. There is a lot of work to be done,” Orgzul instructed the other orc.

The orc nodded and turned to Eshenesra. “On your hands and knees and present your ass to be fucked, slut,” he ordered. Eshenesra closed her eyes, her lip trembling. Though it was slowly sinking in that her fate was to be a sex slave, she was still not at all adjusting to being fucked in the ass. It was still quite painful for her. But she knew better than to refuse an order. She got on all fours and thrust her ass up. The orc crouched down, reaching between her parted thighs and sliding his fingers into her used cunt, scooping up some cum and pussy juices to use to lubricate her ass. The orc slid his slimy fingers around her anus before pushing one inside and swirling it around.  As the orc spread Eshenesra’s cheeks and began to push his cock into her ass, Grimnor entered the room with Urzkhal and they joined Orgzul. It was time to plan their next move. The three orcs moved over to the other side of the room and sat at a table, and Urzkhal unfurled a map. They began to talk over the sounds of Eshenesra’s sharp cries and the grunts of the orc fucking her ass.

Urzkhal pointed to a point on the map. “The capitol, Kaalhone, is only a couple weeks’ march from here. It is the largest city, so plenty of elf cunt to take, but very well defended.”

“But they have no idea we know about the secret tunnels into the city. They are expecting to be able to defend the city from their walls. They will have no chance against us when we stream into their city through the tunnels,” Grimnor replied. Urzkhal and Orgzul nodded.

“And this is the last bastion of defense in their whole kingdom, right?” Orgzul said.

Urzkhal nodded. “Yes, they have a very sizable army in that city. We expect that after our last victory in open battle they will keep that army within the city. But if we destroy that army and city, the rest of the kingdom is ours to take, undefended.”

“We have more orc clans coming in through the portal. I will have them start sacking the smaller villages and cities while we take the capitol,” Grimnor said.

“When do we march for Kaalhone?” Orgzul asked. He was eager for more fighting.

“In a few days’ time. I want to make sure the slaves are worked hard to get the walls and gate repaired and get this city converted into a base for us,” Grimnor replied.

Orgzul nodded. “Yes, this city is a nice central location in their kingdom. It will be a good place to make our base. I am going to keep my slave here, at least after I have sent her to the slavers in Ulylthemar for training.” He glanced over at Eshenesra, who was still on her hands and knees, her eyes clamped shut and tears falling down her cheeks as the orc continued reaming her ass. He smiled, knowing a good ass fucking did wonders to strip a new slave of her dignity, pride, and resistance.

Orgzul, Grimnor, and Urzkhal started planning their attack on Kaalhone

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Avshera was sound asleep in the slave kennel with the other slaves. In the orc breeding camp, the ‘slave kennel’ was just a large tent in which all the slaves slept. Avshera was curled up against Eliana. Now that Eliana had accepted her life as a slave, Avshera had largely forgiven her for the way she had tried to trade Avshera to the orcs for her own freedom. The human who had done that had been Eliana the dominant free person. Now Eliana was a slave, just like Avshera and slaves did not have time for petty rivalries. But Avshera was not cuddling with Eliana out of affection; rather, it was to preserve warmth. The last few nights had been a little chilly, even though it was still stifling hot during the day. Not that the cold made it too hard to sleep. The slaves were worked hard in the orc breeding camp and Avshera was always exhausted and fell asleep the moment she lay down in the kennel.

Avshera was shaken awake and as her eyes fluttered open, she saw the outline of a female orc standing over her in the darkness of the tent. “Wake up slave, it is time for you to get to work,” the orc said and Avshera recognized it was the voice of Shemgola, an older female orc who was one of the orcs in charge of the camp.

“Yes, Mistress,” Avshera said softly, trying her best to sound pleasant and eager to serve, even though she was exhausted and wished she could have a couple more hours of sleep. Shemgola turned and stepped towards the exit of the tent and Avshera picked herself up and began to follow her.

Outside, Avshera saw that it was still very early morning; the sun had yet to rise above the horizon and the air was still quite chilly. Shemgola led Avshera through the camp until they arrived at the area where the female orcs to be bred stayed. Shemgola took her into one of the huts. Inside there were rows of furs with sleeping female orcs. Shemgola walked to the middle of the hut and crouched down and began to nudge one of the orcs. “Tawza, wake up, it is time to get ready,” Shemgola said softly.

Tawza’s eyes shot open. Her eyes opened so quickly that it appeared to Avshera that the young orc had not even been sleeping. She had a nervous look on her face and she nodded slowly. Shemgola turned to Avshera. “Bathe this one, then service her to help her relax. Then take her to the breeding hut,” she commanded, in a stern but quiet voice.

“Yes, Mistress,” Avshera said, her tone also soft so as not to wake the other sleeping orcs inside. She turned to Tawza. “Shall I lead you to the baths, Mistress?”

Tawza looked between Avshera and Shemgola, clearly nervous and then she murmured “ok.” Avshera guessed that the young female orc was nervous about breeding. Perhaps this was her first time. Tawza and Avshera exited the hut and Avshera led her through the camp to the hot spring at its edge.

Avshera helped Tawza to undress, removing her boots and her leather and fur dress. Tawza shivered in the cool air. Avshera was also naked but as a slave, she was always naked. But she understood that she was a slave, for all intents and purposes an animal. She understood that animals did not get clothing. And slaves were not permitted to bath in the hot spring; they had to bathe in a stream. The only time Avshera was permitted in the hot spring was when she was bathing an orc. So Avshera was quite eager to get into the warm water, and so was Tawza, to get out of the chilly air. Avshera grabbed a couple cottons cloths from a stack lying on a wooden table next to the hot spring, to use to wash Tawza. She gently took Tawza’s hand and led her into the water.

They waded a few feet in and then Tawza sat down so that the water was up to her chest. Avshera sat behind her and dipped the cloths in the water and then began to wash the young orc. Tawza closed he eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water. After a minute she said softly. “This will be my first time mating.” It confirmed for Avshera why Tawza was so nervous.

Avshera studied the young orc. She did not know much about the lifespans of orcs but Tawza looked about Avshera’s age. She thought back to her first time “mating” and how her virginity was taken from her, when she was raped by an orc. It had been one of many traumas she had suffered in those first days as a slave. But she pushed her own memories aside. She was here to serve not to sadly reminisce. “I am sure it seems scary now, Mistress, but it will not be so bad. It may even be enjoyable,” Avshera said softly. She figured that might even be true. Would orcs be as rough with their own kind as they were with elves?  She assumed not.

“That is what the older females keep reassuring us. And I hope they are right,” Tawza mumbled. From her tone, Avshera could tell that Tawza was very skeptical she would enjoy it.

“It is not always enjoyable the first time but it will become very enjoyable,” Avshera tried to reassure Tawza. And of that Avshera felt more confident. Avshera had grown to enjoy her own rough fucking by orcs.

“You are an elf, a simple animal ruled by lust who constantly desires to be fucked,” Tawza snapped. “We orcs are not like that. I am not some slutty elf!”

“Yes, Mistress, I beg forgiveness; I did not mean to offend,” Avshera said quickly, fearing she had displeased the young orc and would earn herself a whipping.

But Tawza’s tone softened. “It is OK. I am just nervous about what is coming,”

Avshera breathed a sigh of relief. Tawza seemed nicer than many of the orcs. Avshera enjoyed serving her and she sympathized with the young orc. It was clear that all orcs viewed elves as subservient creatures who were meant to be slaves. But many of the orcs were not excessively cruel. Some certainly were. But Avshera thought back to her farm, when she had been free. She had been more patient with the animals than her father was. And that is what she was now, a mere animal. Some orcs just had more patience for her and the other elf livestock than other orcs did.

After a few minutes, Avshera finished washing Tawza and she led her out of the hot spring. She wrapped Tawza in a cotton towels. Avshera herself was not permitted to use a towel but the sun was beginning to rise and she knew that the air would warm soon. “Mistress, would you like me to service you now to relax you?” she asked.

Tawza nodded and Avshera got on her knees in front of the orc. She pressed her lips to Tawza’s foot and began kissing a trail up her foot and then her leg. When she reached Tawza’s inner thigh, Tawza parted her thighs wider and Avshera pushed her head in between them, burying her face in the orc’s pussy. Avshera began enthusiastically sliding her tongue all around Tawza’s sex, relishing the strong musky scent and taste of her arousal. As soon as Avshera’s tongue found her sex, Tawza moaned in pleasure. She reached down, grabbing Avshera’s hair and pulled her in deeper and then began grinding her crotch against Avshera’s face.

Avshera slid her tongue one more time along Tawza’s slit before she moved up and ran her tongue over her engorged clit, causing louder moans from the orc. Avshera flicked at it with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth. She worked it in her mouth, gently sucking on it and then licking small circles on it with her tongue. Tawza’s moans grew even louder, and her thighs squeezed against the young elf’s head. She was clearly enjoying Avshera’s service and this made Avshera happy.

Avshera explored lower again, running her tongue down Tawza’s slick slit. Avshera felt like she was in heaven as she licked the orc’s juicy pussy. Avshera was enthralled by the strong taste and smell and she could not get enough.

Tawza’s thighs tightened even more against Avshera’s head as Avshera pushed her tongue deeper into Tawza’s sex. After a minute, she moved up again, back to Tawza’s clit. With Tawza’s clit in her mouth, Avshera reached up and pushed two of her fingers into Tawza’s sex. Avshera licked and sucked on her clit as she moved her fingers, thrusting them in and out of the orc’s slick pussy. Tawza began gasping loudly and bucking against Avshera’s face, until she suddenly cried out as she was swept away into an intense orgasm. Her pussy clenched around Avshera’s fingers and she gushed her juices all over the slave’s hand.

When Tawza stopped shaking, Avshera withdrew her hand and lowered her mouth again lapping and slurping up all the juices until Tawza was clean again.

Shemgola must have been nearby watching, because as soon as Avshera was finished, she came over. “Come Tawza, it is time to take you to the breeding hut.” Tawza nervously nodded and the two orcs began to walk back to the center of the camp. “You come too, slave” Shemgola ordered Avshera and the elf slave started to follow.

Inside the breeding hut was a single male orc. He was the only orc in the entire hut when Avshera, Shemgola, and Tawza entered. He was naked and his cock was already erect. Tawza started at it wide-eyed as Shemgola took her to the center of the hut. In the center was a table, covered in cushions. “Up on the table on all fours,” Shemgola directed Tawza and she climbed onto it. Tawza looked back nervously at the orc. She was trembling, terrified about what was to come. “Tawza, this is Ruggrol Boldsword, a son of the chieftain of the Burning Blade Clan. He has been partnered with you to mate. You will mate twice a day until we can confirm your pregnancy.” Tawza closed her eyes and nodded.

“Slave, get her sex nice and lubricated,” Shemgola order Avshera. She positioned behind Tawza and pushed her face in between her ass cheeks and once again began lapping at her sex. It quickly grew wet. After only a minute, Shemgola grabbed Avshera’s hair and yanked her back. Ruggrol stepped forward and pushed a finger into Tawza’s pussy. “She is ready,” he said gruffly. He grabbed her hips and lined up his cock at Tawza’s slit. Tawza’s eyes were clamped shut and she was trembling. Avshera moved over to kneel in front of Tawza and she reached out to gently take her hand and then squeeze it, to comfort her. Tawza let out a sharp cry as the orc slowly drove forward with his hips, pushing his cock into her and past her hymen. He began thrusting, slowly at first, but then picking up his pace. Tawza’s face was scrunched up with pain but then it slowly softened as her sex began stretch around the orc’s cock and the pain lessened.

Ruggrol was thrusting and grunting a few minutes before he groaned and clenched up as he climaxed. He withdrew and Shemgola said softly, “It is over now Tawza, lie on your back and lift up your legs so his seed does not ooze out.” She turned then to Avshera. “Slave, clean off his cock.” Avshera released Tawza’s hand as Tawza was flipping over onto her back and Avshera crawled over and began licking Ruggrol’s cock clean. She had serviced so many orc females since being taken to the camp, which she enjoyed, but it actually felt good servicing a male. She felt a hint of envy that Tawza had got to experience a thick orc cock in her pussy. Avshera’s loins began to tingle.  She yearned to be pounded by orc cock.

Avshera was happy for Tawza and hoped she would soon be pregnant and get to have babies. Avshera felt another hint of jealousy when she understood that was not something she would ever get to experience herself. But she understood that was not her purpose. Her purpose was to serve the superior orc race. Avshera enthusiastically licked and sucked Ruggrol’s cock until it was clean.

(End of Part 12, to be continued...)

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