The Tale of Orgzul: Part 9 – The Attack on Mathlhone

The orcs’ combined forces had amassed outside of Mathlhone. Three days prior, Orgzul and his army had converged with Grimnor’s and the following day, reinforcements had arrived from the portal. The orcs were 20,000 strong and before them was a city of around 75,000 elves. Meaning that if they took the city, they would get 30,000 to 40,000 new slaves.

Grimnor was standing with Orgzul, Urzkhal, Grakam Madfang, and the goblin Vagrat. They watched as a contingent of elves approached. The orcs had sent Zagg to offer their terms of surrender and he had promised the elves safe passage to respond. The elves had sent their contingent two hours later.

The elves were led by a pretty blonde elf maiden. When she announced herself, Grimnor was almost impressed. Eshenesra herself had come. Grimnor knew from their goblin spies placed in the city that she was the governess of the city and was also royalty, a duchess. She would make a fine slave.

Eshenesra looked at the assembled orcs and then focused on the orc standing in the center. “I am Eshenesra Aelsonaerith, the Governess of Mathlhone. Are you the war chieftain, Grimnor?”

Grimnor stepped forward and nodded. “I am. Have you come to discuss the terms of surrender?”

“Your terms are unacceptable,” Eshenesra replied. “We will never surrender ourselves to be slaughtered and enslaved. But we come with a counteroffer. We will surrender to you all of the valuables of the city. A mountain of gold, silver, and jewels. All of our horses. All of our food supplies except the bare minimum we need to survive. You can also have any other raw materials in the city. All of this we will give you, in return for a promise that you will spare our city.

There was a roar of laughter from the assembled orcs. “You think we want your gold and silver?” Grimnor said, laughing. “The only metal we really are about is the iron that we will use to forge weapons to chop down your males and collars to lock around the throats of your females. And we have plenty of iron. And to get more iron, we will use you elf cunts to mine it. Many elf cunts from this city if you do not surrender. So, I advise you to be smart and surrender. A lifetime on your knees or on your back or on all fours as a slave will be much better than the brief, miserable life you will suffer in the iron quarries.”

Eshenesra angrily shook her head. “I already told you that we will never submit to slavery and slaughter. But if you try to take our city, you will fail. We outnumber you and are behind thick, tall walls. You will lead yourselves into a slaughter if you try and take this city.”

Grimnor smiled. “Then I guess there is nothing more to discuss. I will see you again soon, when I lock a collar around your throat.”

Eshenesra glared at Grimnor and then turned to her entourage of elves. “Let us go, and prepare our defenses,” she said and the elves turned and departed to return to the city.

When they were gone, Grimnor turned to Vagrat. “Your goblins are still reporting in?”

Vagrat nodded. “Yes, they remain undetected in the city and are ready to assist.”

“Good,” Grimnor said. “We attack at first light tomorrow.”

Orgzul smiled. He was glad that the elves had not surrendered. He was itching for another fight.

“My goblins found something in the city that will prove quite useful.” Vagrat said, and he showed Grimnor the written communique that the goblins in the city had snuck out to him. Grimnor read the letter. “Is that real? The elves have something that does that?” he asked.

“If they do, their walls will fall quite easily,” Vagrat said. Grimnor smiled and nodded.

…………….

Laerdya bit her lip and tried to stifle a moan as an orc thrust into her from behind. The former princess was on her knees, bent over, with her ankles tied and staked to the ground and her arms tried above her, holding her in her bent-over position. Her shoulders were throbbing from being held up and behind her body but she barely noticed the pain. All she could focus on was the pleasure she was feeling and was unsuccessfully trying to suppress or ignore.

Laerdya had long ago lost count of how many orcs had fucked her in this tied-up position. But she was covered in cum, and from the position of the sun peeking out from the trees, she figured she had been here for hours. Orcs had been fucking her nonstop since she had been tied here. For most of it, she had felt miserable and sore, her ass and pussy swollen and chafed raw from the constant fucking. But then something started to happen. She had started to feel a tingle deep in her loins. And it had grown to a steady roar. Now the arousal had taken over. She was still quite sore but the pain only aroused her more.

Subscribe to MercyMagnet's SubscribeStar to see the uncensored version!

Covered in sweat and cum and reeking of sex, Laerdya looked nothing like the former noble princess she had once been. Nor did Laerdya feel like a princess. She understood fully that she was a slave now and that she would be a slave the rest of her life. She had given up any hope of ever been freed and returning to her old life. And as her arousal built, she wasn’t sure she even wanted to. She hated so much about slavery. But this… this wasn’t so bad. Not at all.

The orc fucking Laerdya grunted as he came inside her. He pulled out of her and lumbered around to her front. Knowing what was expected of her, Laerdya took the softening cock into her mouth and licked and sucked away the cum and pussy juices that coated it. While she was cleaning the orc’s cock, another orc settled in behind her. She felt his hands parting her ass cheeks and then a moment later his cock began to push inside her ass. Her ass was so gaping and stretched at this point, and so slick with orc cum, that it did not even cause her discomfort as the orc forced his cock inside.

Laerdya finished cleaning the orc’s cock with her mouth and he lumbered off. Laerdya closed her eyes focusing on the sensation of the cock reaming her ass. She was embarrassed to find that she enjoyed the sensation. However, without any attention to her tingling pussy, her arousal dampened slightly. She found herself yearning for another cock in her pussy. Ashamed, she tried to push the thought aside. But she couldn’t and the aching need in her pussy intensified.

The orc groaned and unleased waves of cum into her bowels. As soon as he pulled his cock from her, a torrent of cum, both from that orc and others, began pouring from her gaping ass. The orc circled around and then his cock was in Laerdya’s mouth and she began licking and sucking that one clean. She barely minded anymore to lick clean a cock that had just been in her ass.  That was a slave's duty and she was a slave.  As she was finishing up, she felt hands on her hips. Her heart began to race as she felt another cock slipping in between her labia.

As soon as he started to thrust away, Laerdya stifled a moan. Her breathing became heavy. With each thrust of the orc’s thick cock into her twitching cunt, jolts of pleasure shot through her body. Laerdya began gasping and panting and moaning as the orc pounded away, and her hips bucked as she met his thrusts. Her moans grew louder as her arousal intensified and her pussy grew so slick it began dripping. The orc continued pounding her in a powerful rhythm. Harder and faster. It felt so good!

Laerdya was embarrassed at how her body was reacting. At the same time, she craved the sensation. She did not want the orcs to see her like this, an aroused little slut. To smell her arousal that filled the air. But she pushed the humiliating thoughts aside. She knew that the only way to survive slavery was to embrace the pleasure. She closed her eyes and focused on her building arousal.

As the orc continued pounding her, it sent Laerdya over the edge, and she came loudly, crying out in pleasure as her orgasm tore through her, juices gushed from her drenched pussy. She shook and thrashed wildly against her restraints as the orgasm ripped through her body.

Laerdya emitted a satisfied whimper as she came down from her intense climax. She closed her eyes, holding onto the bliss. A moment later, the orc climaxed. He pulled his cock from her sopping pussy and again, she cleaned off his cock with her mouth. And again, another orc stepped in and began pounding her. Laerdya slowly slurped on the cock in her mouth, content as she came down from her orgasm. When the cock was cleaned, the orc lumbered off and Laerdya had nothing else to focus on but the cock reaming her drenched pussy. And soon enough, her arousal returned. She could feel a second orgasm building, slowly at first but then more quickly as the orc continued pounding away. How could she be so aroused she thought to herself. She thought of Miriella and how much she craved being fucked by the orcs. Could she be transforming into that? The thought terrified her. But it also excited her.

And then the orgasm hit her. Laerdya screamed as her entire body tensed up and then began shaking, waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her cunt clenched and contracted around the cock thrusting into her, causing the orc to groan in pleasure. Laerdya found herself happy and pleased that she was giving the orc pleasure. She was serving her purpose. How mundane her life had been before, living the trivialities of a princess. Now she served a much better purpose. Pleasuring orcs with her holes.

Even before the orc climaxed, Laerdya could feel the heat in her loins returning, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she orgasmed again. She arched her back more and thrust her hips back, eager for the pleasure. The orc climaxed and then his cock was in her mouth. And another orc was in her cunt. She realized that now, all of the orcs were choosing her cunt and not her ass. The must be seeing her reactions and knowing that her arousal and intense orgasms were further conditioning her into slavery, she surmised. But she did not care that she was being broken into slavery. She was focused only on her arousal. And she was happy that the orcs enjoyed her cunt so much. The orc began pounding away and within seconds, Laerdya was sent over the edge again, another intense orgasm crashing over her, her body shaking uncontrollably. As she came down from her latest orgasm, drool spilled from Laerdya’s mouth and down her breasts.

The orc climaxed and was replaced by another. And another. Laerdya lost control of how many orgasms she had. Her mind was practically shut down; she was in an animalistic state, focused only on her pleasure.

…………….

After being purchased by Thrurntak and Iwda, Avshera and Eliana travelled for many days until they finally arrived at a sprawling camp. When they arrived, Avshera’s breasts ached. She was badly in need of a milking. Both Avshera and Eliana had been given hormone treatments to induce lactation, so that they could produce milk for the young orcs being raised in the camps. Thrurntak and Iwda only sparingly milked the two slaves, not wanting to waste milk before they arrived at the camp. It meant Avshera’s breast were swollen and sore. And she also always felt a constant warm tingle between her legs; a side effect of the hormones was that she was in a constant state of intense arousal.

But as they entered the camp, Avshera’s mind temporarily wandered from her discomfort. She looked around, curious at the scenes around her. The camp was filled with female orcs, many dozens from the looks of it, if not hundreds. The females were gathered in groups. Many looked to be pregnant. Others were nursing baby orcs. There were also many male orcs, many of them guards from the look of it. And there were lots of human female slaves, who were tending to the female orcs. Some of the slaves were bringing around food and pitchers of water. Others were on their knees, massaging the feet of some of the female orcs or with their faces buried between the orcs’ thighs, orally servicing them. Iwda explained to Avshera and Eliana that the females here were all well cared for and pampered, which was the slaves’ job, and this was to keep the female orcs relaxed and stress-free.

Iwda took Avshera and Eliana around the camp and explained what their other duties as slaves would be. She showed them rows of huts where the female orcs slept, and told them that the slaves were required to keep the huts clean. Inside the huts were pregnant orcs.  Then next, they were taken to another group of huts where they were told the female orcs to be impregnated stayed.  Iwda next showed them a large hut where the slaves would prepare food for the orcs in the camp. Then she took them to the edge of the camp where there was a large hot spring. In it, were several female orcs, all of whom were being bathed by slaves. Iwda took them back into the interior of the camp to another grouping of huts. This was where female orcs that had given birth stayed with their offspring. Iwda explained that young orcs would spend the first few years of their lives in this camp before they would be sent to the villages or encampments of their fathers to be raised to adulthood. The slaves were expected to keep these huts clean as well, and perform any chores that that the mothers of the litters required.

Next to the huts was the “milking area.” Avshera and Eliana were ordered onto their hands and knees. A pair of female orcs immediately came over, placing a bucket under each of them below their breasts. One of them crouched down and began kneading and squeezing Avshera’s breasts before she used her fingers to squeeze and pinch Avshera’s nipples. Avshera grunted in relief as milk began squirting from her nipples into the bucket below. Next to her, the other female orc milked Eliana. Both slaves were quite relieved to have their heavy, aching teats finally milked.

When they were done being milked, Iwda ordered Eliana and Avshera to their feet. She took them to the center of the camp, where there was a large hut. Iwda told them it was the ‘breeding hut.” Inside the hut, Avshera heard grunting and the musky scent of sex filled her nostrils. She saw two female orcs on their hands and knees, as a pair of male orcs were mounting them from behind and thrusting away. “This is where the females are bred,” Iwda explained. Avshera noticed that the male orcs were not nearly as rough with their own females as they were with slaves. And the pair of females seemed to be enjoying themselves, they were grunting right along with the males and thrusting their hips back, with their eyes closed. “For some of the younger and more inexperienced females, you will assist, helping to comfort and relax them, and making their sexes are nice and slick and ready for breeding,” Iwda explained. “A female being bred will stay in this hut for a week and be bred twice a day by the same male orc. Then she will be monitored by wetnurses and healers to confirm she is pregnant. If she is not, the process will start over again until she is,” Iwda explained.

Iwda took the two slaves from the breeding hut and escorted them through the camp to a gathering of female orcs. “Serve,” she commanded. The female orcs turned to examine the new slaves. A female, who looked very pregnant, was sitting on the ground and she hiked up her skirt, parted her knees wide, and pointed to her crotch. “Service me, slave” she ordered Avshera.

“Yes Mistress,” Avshera said and she hurried over, crouched down, and pushed her face between the orc’s parted thighs. She began eagerly licking at the orc’s slit, savoring the strong musky taste which only grew stronger as Avshera worked her with her tongue. Next to her, Eliana got on her knees and began servicing another female orc. The two slaves began their new lives in the female orc camp, eagerly serving their new purpose.

…………….

The air was filled with screams, shouts, and roars as orcs circled around the perimeter of the wall. The orcs were attacking Mathlhone. On top of the wall, several thousand elves were desperately trying to keep the orcs back, raining arrows and rocks down on them. But most of the elves were not trained warriors. They were regular citizens who had volunteered to defend the city. Still, they seemed to be having some success keeping the orcs at bay. Eshenesra had received reports that the orcs had aggressively charged the wall of Ulylthemar and overwhelmed its defenses on the wall. Many orcs had been killed but they had quickly overtaken the defenses and breached the wall. Once the wall had been breached, it was over and Ulylthemar quickly fell. Eshenesra had feared the orcs would do the same again. But the seemed less aggressive, and most of the orcs were staying back, trying to launch volleys of arrows at the defenders on the wall. But the ramparts mostly protected the elves, and their bows had better range. Only a few dozen elves had been killed so far, and they seemed to be keeping the orcs back.

Eshenesra herself was on the wall helping with the defense of the city. They needed as many elves as possible if they were going to hold off the orcs. The lives and freedom of every elf, including her own children, depended on it. With no experience in military matters, she was not commanding the elves as they defended the wall. A warrior, Iliphar, was in charge. He was the highest-ranking soldier of the sparse number of warriors that were still in the city. Iliphar was directing the elves to target any orcs that came within range of the elves’ bows. He stared warily at the orcs siege weapons, a row of battering rams and ladders, that were off in the distance, out of range of the elves’ bows. The orcs had yet to attempt to use their siege weapons to breach the wall. Iliphar kept his eye on those weapons, nervously. He knew if the orcs managed to breach the walls with their battering rams or scale them with their ladders, the battle was lost. But the orcs had made no attempt to bring their siege weapons to the wall. Small groups if infantry, or handfuls of orcs on their hellhound or centaur mounts would occasionally charge but they would quickly retreat before a volley of arrows reached them.

Eshenesra watched the orcs in the distance. She wondered why they were not charging. It was most uncharacteristic of orcs, or at least what she had read about them from the history books and the reports she had received of the first battles between the orcs and elves in Argothrond. She had thoughts orcs normally attacked in a raged frenzy.  She wondered if they were afraid of suffering too many casualties. But then what plan did they have to take the city? She prayed that in the orcs’ delay that perhaps more elves would arrive. Perhaps the army from the capitol or an army from another kingdom would save them. Deep down she knew that was unlikely, if not impossible. But she had to cling to hope.

But the orcs outside the walls were a mere distraction.  Inside the city, a dozen goblins moved towards the gate. There were no elves on the streets. Any elf that was not hiding away in their homes was on the wall defending it. Eight of the goblins were in groups of 4 and were rolling two wooden barrels through the street. They had stolen the barrels from a warehouse in the city, owned by a mining company. Three other goblins trailed them, carrying bows, and the last goblin carried a torch in one hand and an axe in the other. They moved silently towards the gate. They were on a mission.

When the wall and gate were in sight, the goblins stopped. They could see the elves on the wall, their attention on the orcs outside the city. One of the goblins with a bow took an arrow from his quiver. The goblin with the torch moved next to him and the goblin with the arrow dipped the head of his arrow into the fire of the torch, igniting it. The goblin notched his arrow, aimed it high and shot it into the air.

The orcs saw the fire arrow streaking through the sky. That was their sign. Grimnor screamed “Attack!” and the orcs began charging. On the wall Iliphar saw the orcs charging and he began bellowing instructions, getting the elves to target the orcs as they drew near, his eye on the siege weapons to command they be targeted as soon as they were in range.

Behind the elves on the wall, the goblins began charging towards the gate, from the inside. The goblins rolled the two wooden barrels through the street. In the chaos, none of the elves noticed them. But then finally an elf saw them. She pointed at them and shouted, trying to draw Iliphar’s attention. But Iliphar was focused on the assaulting orcs. Elves were screaming and shouting. Orcs were roaring. He did not hear the warning in all of the chaos.

The goblins rolled the barrels to the foot of the gate. The orc with the axe and torch handed off his torch to another goblin and he began chopping at the barrels with his axe. He quickly split them open and black powder spilled out.

The axe chopping into the wooden barrels drew Eshenesra’s attention. When she saw the goblins and the barrels, she was confused at first. But then her eyes focused on the barrels and her eyes widened in horror. Painted on the side of each barrel, she saw the words: “Exploding Power.” The elves used it to blast holes in rock when mining. As she watched, the goblins moved back from the barrel and began lighting arrows and firing them at the split-open barrels. Eshenesra suddenly realized how the orcs planned to breach the wall.

Eshenesra screamed, “Exploding pow…” Her warning was cut off when a fire arrow shot into the opening of one of the barrels. There was a bright flash and then a deafening explosion. The ground shook and the gate shattered into twisted metal and rock from the wall flew everywhere. Eshenesra had been back far enough that the blast had not seriously hurt her but the forceful blast had knocked her down, and she was stunned. As the smoke began to clear and Eshenesra regained her senses, she saw the carnage around the shattered gate. The mangled pieces of elves were everywhere and tortured scream rang out. The shockwave of the blast had sent other elves flying, many off the wall. If the fall did not kill them, those that fell outside the wall were quickly hacked to death by the orcs who had reached he wall and were now pouring through the open space where the gate had once been.

Eshenesra sat up, her ears still ringing. She saw the orcs pouring into the city. They had breached the wall. The city was doomed. Eshenesra jumped up and began to climb down the scaffolding from the wall to the street below. She started to run. She had to get to her children. Perhaps they could hide.

A hand seized Eshenesra roughly by the hair and threw her to the ground on her back. Her ears still ringing, she could not hear anything but as she turned, she saw an orc looming over her. Eshenesra screamed in terror as the orc pounced on her, straddling her and began tearing off her clothing. She failed wildly, trying to wrench herself free, but the orc was much too strong for her. Once Eshenesra was stripped mostly naked, the orc flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees. She screamed n agony as she felt the orc’s thick cock suddenly began to force itself into her ass. The orc began thrusting away violently, causing more screams from Eshenesra.

Subscribe to MercyMagnet's SubscribeStar to see the uncensored version!

The now-former governess was getting her first taste of slavery.

Orgzul climbed down from the wall. After the orcs had breached the city, he had climbed up the wall to help chop down the defenders on it. They had not put up much defense. But Orgzul had slain Iliphar and claimed his ear. Now he was back on the street, ready to kill and pillage. He passed an orc on the street, violently thrusting into the ass of a screaming elf. He recognized the elf as the Governess. Well, former Governess. Now she was just a slave.

(End of Part 9, to be continued...)

All of the art depicted on my blog is by the artist, MercyMagnet. Please support this talented artist by viewing and subscribing to his Subscribestar page.

I am just a fan that has been inspired by his amazing art to write some short stories. Please enjoy and please support MercyMagnet so he can continue making great art!