The Tale of Kordoth: Part 1 – The Refugees

Raenisa’s feet hurt and she was thirsty and hungry. But she kept walking. Their village’s mayor, Tassarion, had said that they would travel another 4 hours before they took a break. Well, more accurately, Tassarion was mayor of their former village. The small village of Isye Edhil was now abandoned. As a practical matter, it no longer existed. When the elves throughout Argothrond had received word of their army’s defeats to the orcs, and the sacking of Ulylthemar and Mathlhone, elves throughout the kingdom were thrown into a panicked terror. Like many other villages and smaller cities, the elves in Isye Edhil knew that their village was virtually defenseless against an orc attack. If the orcs had taken Ulylthemar and Mathlhone, Isye Edhil stood no chance to defend against them. So, the mayor and the village’s elders had made the decision for everyone in the village to abandon it and flee. They were now travelling north, trying to put as much distance between themselves and the orcs as possible. They wanted to reach a bigger city that stood a better chance against the orcs and was big enough to accept them as refugees. They could not flee northwest to the capitol of Kaalhone. They had received word that there was a massive army of orcs between them and the capitol city, and that the orcs were marching for the capitol. So, they had decided to flee northeast instead, towards the city of Maadorei. In the northeast corner of the Kingdom, Maadorei was far away from the advancing orcs. And so, every villager from Isye Edhil, nearly a thousand in number, was travelling on foot towards Maadorei. They had left only a couple days ago and it would take more than 3 weeks to get there. They were only taking brief stops to rest. They knew the grave consequences for them if the orcs caught up to them on the road.

It had not completely sunk in for Raenisa. She was still in shock at how much her life had been abruptly disrupted. She had just finished her schooling. She was supposed to be starting an apprenticeship as a scribe. The invasion of the orcs had destroyed those plans. She had wondered if she could get an apprenticeship in Maadorei. She had wondered when she would get to return home. But right now, all she could focus on was her hunger and exhaustion, and she was looking forward to a break that could not come soon enough.

As they continued walking, Raenisa suddenly heard shouts and cries behind her. “Orcs!” someone screamed. She spun around. Off in the distance, she could see dozens of figures charging towards them. Many of the figures appeared to be riding on something. Horses maybe? The figures were too far away to make out what they were but more cries of “Orcs!” rang out. Elves started to run. Panicked, Raenisa joined them. Suddenly, all thoughts of her soreness, exhaustion, and hunger were gone. Now she was dreading the unimaginably horrible nightmare of being captured by orcs. She had heard the rumors of what was happening to those elf maidens who fell to the orcs. She had not wanted to think about it. The thought of suffering that fate was too terrible to contemplate. But now suddenly, she was facing that very threat. She prayed she could get away.

The elves ran north, away from the figures charging towards them. As Raenisa’s head darted around, she did not see anywhere for them to seek shelter or hide. They were in flatlands, out in the open. More screams ran out and Raenisa spun her head around again. She could see their pursuers now as they drew nearer. It was orcs! Raenisa let out a dismayed cry. Her unimaginable and unbearable nightmare had arrived. Most of the orcs were riding upon horses or some sort of giant hound, and they were brandishing swords, daggers, and axes. The orcs had quickly closed the distance between themselves and the fleeing elves, who were only on foot. Raenisa watched in horror as the orcs began chopping down some of the male elves in the rear and capturing the females. Raenisa knew that if she did not get away, she too would be captured. She would spend the rest of her life being brutalized and raped and humiliated! She turned around and tried to run faster. There was nowhere to go, but she just ran, along with the other panicked elves from her village.

The orcs on their hoses and hellhounds started circling around to the front of the fleeing elves, cutting them off. Raenisa watched in horror as the orcs began killing the male elves in the front. She watched as the mayor was hacked to death with an axe. The panicked, screaming elves began to scatter. She turned and tried to run in another direction, away from the orcs that had cut them off. In front of her, an orc on his hound mount was chasing down an elf maiden. Raenisa recognized the elf maiden as her neighbor. It was a small village. She knew them all; they were all her neighbors. The orc swung a bola above his head and he released it, throwing it towards the fleeing elf. It sliced through the air and caught her ankles and entangled them. The screaming elf maiden crashed to the ground. Within seconds, the orc was upon her, jumping off his mount and seizing her. Horrified, Raenisa watched as another orc ensnared another elf maiden with a net. She was Raenisa’s former classmate, Sarya. Sarya cried out as she flailed helplessly on the ground, hopelessly entangled in the net. Raenisa turned to run in another direction. The elves were scattering and she did not know where she could even flee. All around her were orcs, killing her male friends and neighbors and capturing the female ones. She could only hope that if the elves scattered that some might slip away. Maybe she could slip away!

Suddenly something caught her ankles and she crashed to ground. Raenisa was stunned for a moment, and as she tried to climb to her feet, she was unable to. She looked down and saw a bolo wrapped around her ankles. Raenisa reached down, trying to pull it from her legs but the orc that had thrown it jumped off his hellhound and roughly grabbed her. She screamed in terror as the orc pushed her onto her stomach and began to bind her wrists.

Kordoth watched as his orcs killed and captured the refugees. It had been easy work. Orc scouts on hellhounds had tracked the elves and chased them down and now his orcs had closed in on them. Soon, all of the male elves would be dead, and the females captured. It appeared they had captured several hundred from this caravan of refugees. After his orcs had some fun with the new captives, they would be put in a coffle and sent to the orc’s slaving hub at Ulylthemar to be processed. Most would be claimed for his own clan. And then it would be onto the next village or group of fleeing refugees. But despite acquiring some elf cunt to fuck and some new slaves for his clan, Kordoth was far from pleased. He and his clan, the Dread Tusk Clan, had been relegated to chasing down refugees and raiding and pillaging small, undefended villages. It was easy work, too easy, which meant that it was not respectable work. He was not getting to partake in the orc horde’s glory though their destruction of the elves’ armies or their sacking of the elves’ major cities. While other clans were fighting the war and achieving glory, Kordoth and his clan were stuck with this cleanup duty.

And he knew why he had been relegated to this unrespectable and insulting task. It was for challenging Grimnor. Grimnor and those who supported him were getting all the glory, getting to wage the major battles and now were marching for the capitol. Those, like Kordoth, who had opposed Grimnor when the Council of the Horde had met had been relegated to capturing refugees and raiding small villages. He knew that Throgmol Strongblade and his Hell Raiders Clan had also been sent out to capture fleeing refugees and raid the smaller settlements. Throgmol and Kordoth had led the effort at the Council meeting to criticize Grimnor for his missteps. And now Grimnor was getting his revenge. But Kordoth knew that now was not the time to further challenge Grimnor. He would bide his time. For now, he would do what was asked of him. He watched as his orcs killed the last of the fleeing males and rounded up the last of the fleeing females.

Raenisa screamed in terror as her orc captor ripped open her shirt and began roughly groping her breasts. “You are a pretty little elf cunt,” he leered, grabbing her hair and pulling her up onto her knees. “Suck my cock and get it hard, slave.” He then dropped his pants and pushed his cock past her lips. Raenisa almost retched at the sweaty, sour taste of the cock as it slid into her mouth. The orc gripped her head roughly with both his hand and began thrusting his cock into her mouth. It quickly began to swell, and soon it was hitting the back of Raenisa’s throat and causing her to gag. Her eyes watered as the orc roughly fucked her mouth. “Stick out your tongue, slut,” the orc growled. Tears now pouring down her cheeks, Raenisa stuck out her tongue, letting the orc’s cock roughly slide against it as he continued fucking her mouth and throat. He groaned in pleasure, enjoying her mouth and tongue. Raenisa was far from enjoying this brutal assault. Humiliated, she gagged and tried not to lurch as her throat was roughly pounded.

Raenisa could not believe this was happening to her. She had been so focused on her studies that she had never had time for boy elves. She had never been intimate with anyone. Now her first time being “intimate” was with a disgusting orc that was forcing himself on her. But as disgusting as it was, and as desperate as she was to avoid it, she knew she had no choice in the matter, at least if she wanted to live.

The orc withdrew his cock from Raenisa’s mouth as soon as his cock was fully erect, and drool and precum spilled down her chin.

 

“Alright, time to fuck that tight elf cunt of yours, slave,” the orc announced. Raenisa wailed in dismay. She was a virgin and losing her virginity by getting raped by an orc was not the way she had imagined losing it.

As Kordoth observed his orcs enjoying the spoils of their capture, he paused, watching amused as one of the younger orc warriors in his clan was having his way with a young blonde elf. He strolled over. “Strip her first, Tholech,” Kordoth instructed. “She is a slave and has no right to clothes. Then get to fucking her.

Tholech nodded eagerly. “Yes, Chief,” he replied as he began tearing off Raenisa’s clothing, ignoring her flailing and sobbing.

“Enjoy,” Kordoth said, and he continued on as Tholech forced Raenisa’s thighs apart and climbed on top of her. Kordoth heard Raenisa’s sharp cry as he strolled off. The new slave Raenisa was no longer a virgin and was receiving the first of many orc cocks she would receive that day.

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Grimnor’s forces marched northward towards Kaalhone. In theory, it would have taken a couple weeks to reach the city if they marched straight there. But in reality, it would take longer; they were sacking any village or settlement they passed on their march. The small villages and settlements had virtually no defenses and were easy to raid and plunder. After a night of fucking the new slaves, they would be sent off to Ulylthemar to be processed. Many of the villages the orcs crossed were abandoned as the elves tried to flee. But Grimnor had dispatched some of the orc clans to round up the refugees, and also raid the other undefended portions of the kingdom. They were adding hundreds or thousands of slaves every day.

Grimnor’s orcs were travelling with only a small handful of slaves, those that had been strung up on their banners and others that were carrying their siege weapons and supplies.

 

When the orcs reached the next undefended villages, they would switch out the slaves, sending the current ones to Ulylthemar and adding new ones for the next leg of their journey.

The handful of elf maidens strung up on the banners were barely conscious. With so few slaves, they were used quite hard any time the orcs stopped to break from marching. The only resting moment these slaves got was when they marched on the banners. The hot sun bore down on their naked flesh but it was much preferable for them to getting brutally fucked. At least until they were broken and learned to embrace being fucked by the or orc masters. Grimnor encouraged his orcs to use the slaves on the banners harder. They needed the ones carrying their supplies to retain the barest amount of strength and energy so they could complete their task. Carrying the supplies was backbreaking work. Those that could not continue on were killed. Grimnor lost quite a few slaves on the long march. But there were plenty new ones to be captured to replace those lost.

Grimnor marched alongside Orgzul, Urzkhal, and Grakam. Urzkhal was reporting what he had learned from the scouts. “There is a village a half day’s walk ahead. It has not been abandoned.”

“Good. We can refresh our slaves and get whatever food supplies the village has,” Grimnor replied. “I look forward to adding collars around the necks of those elf cunts.” Indeed, that would soon be the fate of every elf maiden in this kingdom. But Grimnor was most looking forward to placing iron around the throats of the queen and two princesses who were holed up in the capitol.

Grimnor stared up at the sky and saw from the sun’s position that many hours had passed since their last break. “Halt!” he bellowed. “We rest and eat. We will march again in 2 hours.” The broken, exhausted, semi-conscious elf maidens on the banners moaned in dismay as orcs started to pull them down, eager to use them. The elf maidens carrying the siege weapons shared the same fate. There would be no rest for the slaves.

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Fildarae stared grimly at the map and the hopeless situation before her. Fildarae was the Governess of the small city of Omylelin in Argothrond. She was meeting with Captain Haladavar, who was in charge of the city’s defenses and with her personal guard, Ailuin. Haladavar had just reported that orcs had moved north and were getting closer to her city. She had prayed they did not come this way. They were not that close to Kaalhone and she had prayed they would be spared. And indeed, the main army of orcs appeared to be marching for Kaalhone and Omylelin was not in their path. But her prayers had not been answered. They had learned that more orcs had arrived in Argothrond and were attacking other areas of the kingdom. One of those armies was now heading their way it seemed.

Nor were the Gods the only ones that had ignored her pleas. In addition to being the Governess of Omylelin, Fildarae was also a member of the royal family, a cousin of the king with the title of Baroness. She had sent a desperate plea to the capitol asking for assistance. But her relationship to the king would not save her or her city. Earlier in the day, she had received a response to her message. They had told her that they could not spare any soldiers. That is all the reply had said. The response back did not offer any suggestions or advice on what she could do to save her city. Because there was no advice to be given. Omylelin was a small city. It was not even surrounded by walls. It stood no chance against the orcs.

“Reports are that the orcs, thousands of them, attacked refugees from Isye Edhil, who were trying to flee to Maadorei,” Haladavar reported, gesturing to the spot on the map just south of their own city.

“How many thousand?” Fildarae asked, her voice trembling. Their city had only 1500 elves. And only a small handful of them were soldiers.

“We are not sure. But they will greatly outnumber us,” Haladavar replied grimly. “We can try to defend against an attack if they come here, but our chances are small.”

“Our chances are zero,” Fildarae said, her voice still shaking.

“But we stand even less chance out in the open. The orcs have scouts and spies everywhere. If 1500 elves try to flee, they will know and we will end up like the elves of Isye Edhil,” Haladavar said.

Fildarae nodded and remained silent for a few moments. Finally, she spoke. “We will make our stand here. Do what you must to prepare our defenses,” she told Haladavar. He nodded and departed. As soon as he was gone, Fildarae turned to her personal guard, Ailuin. “I want you to take Ynaselle from the city. Take her to Maadorei. Do so immediately.”

Ailuin nodded and then he too departed to get Ynaselle. Ynaselle was Fildarae’s daughter. Fildarae had read the reports of how cruel the orcs were in particular to elf maiden royalty. She was desperate to try and save her daughter from that nightmare. Fildarae knew that if the entire city tried to flee, all 1500 of them, the orcs would intercept them and they would all be killed and captured. But she prayed that if Ailuin travelled alone with Ynaselle, that maybe they could slip through undetected and make it to Maadorei. Fildarae knew there was nothing she could do to save all of the elves of the city. All she could do was try to save her daughter. She prayed that Ynaselle made it to Maadorei and that she would be safe there. So far, since the arrival of the orcs, none of Fildarae’s prayers had been answered. She hoped this prayer was the first.

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Kaylessa cried out each time the orc’s cock drove mercilessly into her ass. She felt like she was being split in half. Kaylessa had been the wife of the mayor of Isye Edhil. But he was now dead. And she was now a slave. As the mayor’s wife, Kaylessa had been given to the officers of the orcs that had attacked the refugees. There was five of them and they had been taking turns with her all day. But she knew that, comparatively, she was lucky. Every male elf from her village was now dead; she was certainly luckier than them. And most of the elf maidens were not being used by “only” five orcs. There were thousands of orcs and only a few hundred elf maiden captives. Kaylessa was suffering a less brutal introduction into slavery than most of the others. But that was only by comparison. The treatment she was receiving was brutal enough.

The orc fucking Kaylessa at that moment was named Kraregg. As Kraregg brutally reamed Kaylessa’s ass, she clamped her eyes shut and prayed it was over soon. But Kraregg had already fucked her twice earlier, dumping his first two loads into her womb. He was taking much longer to climax this round. But finally, he did, and as he pulled his cock from Kaylessa’s battered anus, Kaylessa let out a relieved groan. But her relief was short-lived. Another of the officers, an orc named Mekmal, was ready for his next go and started to climb on top of her. But as Kaylessa felt his cock begin to push in between her sore, swollen labia, a voice called out. “Finish up with that slave. We have to plot our next moves.”

Mekmal stopped pushing his cock inside Kaylessa and turned to see Kordoth. He reluctantly pulled back, his cock sliding out of Kaylessa. “Eh, I already had her a few times, let’s meet, Chieftain,” Mekmal said.

“Drop her off with some of the warriors and then we will meet,” Kordoth instructed. Mekmal grabbed Kaylessa by the back of her neck and pulled her up to her feet, and then the orcs led her away.

As Kaylessa was led away, she saw all around her the elf maidens of Isye Edhil being brutally ravaged. Kaylessa was taken over to a group of orcs, who were surrounding an elf maiden. Kaylessa could hear the grunts of an orc and the slapping of flesh. As Kaylessa drew nearer, she saw the elf was Raenisa, a young elf maiden from the village. She was on her back with her arms above her head and tied and secured to a stake buried in the ground. An orc was holding her ankles and held her thighs pried open, and he was violently thrusting into her. Raenisa was barely conscious. She was covered in cum and dirt and there was a pool of cum on the ground between her legs. It was clear she had been used hard by many orcs. And based on the crowd of orcs around her, she was going to continue to be used hard for some time.

Mekmal dragged Kaylessa over and threw her down on the ground on her back next to Raenisa. He roughly grabbed her wrists and wrenched them above her head and began binding them, then tied the rope to one of the stakes in the ground. “Have at her, orcs,” Mekmal called to the gathered orc warriors and then he stood up and walked off to join Kordoth and the other officers. He heard Kaylessa wail as an orc settled on top of her and then a moment later, he heard her sharp cries and the grunt of an orc. Her orifices would now share the burden that had once been poor Raenisa’s to suffer by herself.

Kordoth’s officers moved away from loud chorus of sobbing and wailing elf maidens and grunting orcs, and they sat in the dirt. Kordoth unfurled a map. “We are near this city, called Omylelin,” he said. “We will hit it next. And then we will head east. We have received reports that some of the refugees of this kingdom are trying to flee to the adjacent kingdom to the east, called Senadorei. Grimnor sent an emissary to Senadorei, warning them if they shelter any elves from thins kingdom that they will be next. But we are going to head east and capture or slaughter any the refugees trying to flee there. As long as the elves are trapped in this kingdom, we will be able to kill and enslave them all.”

Kordoth’s officers nodded in agreement. They were eager to capture and kill and enslave more elves. But Kordoth was not excited. He was insulted that he had been relegated to this easy task and would not share in the glory that Grimnor was hogging for himself and his allies. Kordoth was eager to get his revenge on Grimnor.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)

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