The Tale of Kordoth: Part 2 – The Sack of Omylelin

Screams rang out in Omylelin as the orcs pillaged it. Buildings were on fire. The bodies of male elves were strewn about on the streets. And elf maidens were being yanked from their homes, and stripped and ravaged. Kordoth’s army had made quick work of the defenseless city. With no walls surrounding it, the orcs had stormed inside quickly and routed the few elves that dared to stand up against them. Then they began going house to house, killing the males and capturing the females.

When the orcs had stormed the city, Fildarae had tried to flee with her husband. They made it out of the city but then they were quickly captured by the orcs, who had surrounded Omylelin to capture any such escapees. Her husband’s body now lay dead on the ground. Fildarae was sitting on the ground next to it, crying softly. Orc cum was dripping down her chin and her chest. The orcs had identified her as someone important by her fancy clothing, before they ripped it from her body, and under interrogation, she had revealed who she was. Identifying herself as royalty had saved her from being ravaged right away. According to one of the orcs’ crude words, another orc named Kordoth had first rights to her “royal cunt and ass.” But her mouth was not reserved for this Kordoth. The orcs that captured her forced her to service them all with her mouth. As the latest dumped another load of cum down her throat, he gestured over another orc. The orc was small and looked young. “Alright son, have at her,” the first orc said.

The smaller orc stepped forward, grabbing Fildarae’s head. “Suck me, slave,” the young orc growled and a defeated, humiliated Fildarae parted her lips and took yet another orc’s cock into her mouth, flicking at it with her tongue before she began sucking. Her head started bobbing up and down as she worked the young orc’s cock with her mouth. The father orc watched approvingly as his son used Fildarae. As she was forced to participate in this perverse father-son bonding moment, she thought of her own daughter, Ynaselle, and prayed she would make it safely to the city of Maadorei. Not that Maadorei provided that much safety. The orcs had breached the wall of every city they had attacked and sacked it. But perhaps Maadorei would have better luck. Or perhaps going there would buy Ynaselle enough time for Argothrond to mount a counteroffensive and beat back the orcs. Or for another kingdom to come to Argothrond’s rescue. Fildarae had to cling to these hopes. Her husband was dead and she was a slave. Hope for her daughter was all that she had left.

Fildarae slowly licked from the tip of the young orc’s cock all the way down the length of his shaft. Despite the orc’s youth and small size, his cock was quite large. All of the orcs’ cocks were quite massive, Fildarae had learned. Fildarae did not want to think about how painful it would be for one of these things to ram into her “royal cunt and ass.” Fildarae ran her tongue up and down the length of the orc’s shaft a few more times before she opened her mouth and again took its head into her mouth and began flicking at it with her tongue. Then she eased her head down, trying not to gag as she took the full length of it into her mouth and down her throat. As her head started bobbing up and down again, she thought of how perverse this was. Before today, Fildarae had not been intimate with anyone other than her husband. Now, in only the span of less than an hour, she had been forced to suck the cocks of half a dozen vile orcs. She wondered how many orcs would violate and assault her before the day was over. And how many would for the rest of her life as a slave, if she was never rescued. Right now, the chance of rescue seemed slim to none. The orcs were routing the elves. This would likely be her life forever she thought. The thought was too much to bear.

Suddenly the orc’s cock began throbbing in her mouth and Fildarae felt his cum spurting. She quickly swallowed the salty fluid. The orc pulled his cock from Fildarae’s mouth, and another orc stepped over. Fildarae closed her eyes and opened her mouth, ready to service yet another orc. But the orc laughed. “This slave is already eager to suck orc cock; look at how she opens her mouth and begs for it. She is adjusting quickly to slavery,” he said and he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up to her feet. “No slave, you already sucked my cock. It is time for you to meet your new owner.” He began to drag Fildarae back towards the city.

Inside Omylelin, Fildarae closed her eyes so she did not have to look at the carnage and the misery around her. There were the bodies of many male elves on the streets and there were countless females being violently ravaged or herded away, stripped naked. Fildarae could close her eyes, but she could not drown out the elf maidens’ cries as they were ravaged. Fildarae was taken to the center of the city. In the center of the city was Kordoth, surveying as his orcs continued going from home to home to kill and capture elves. He looked at Fildarae as she was brought over to him and put on her knees at his feet. Kordoth kicked her knees forcing her to part them widely. “When you kneel, you do so with your thighs spread, slut, so I can see your cunt,” he growled.

“This is the former Governess of this city, the Baroness,” the orc that had delivered Fildarae announced.

Kordoth smiled. “Ah yes, our goblin spies told me about you; I was afraid you had fled before we arrived, but I am glad you were foolish enough not to. You will make me a fine slave.” Kordoth turned to the orc. “She is supposed to have a daughter. Was the daughter with her?”

The other orc shook his head. “No just her husband but we killed him.”

Her eyes tearing up at the thought of her dead husband, Fildarae snapped, “My daughter is gone and you will never find her.”

Kordoth laughed. “We will eventually, slave. Every elf cunt in your kingdom will eventually find herself in an orc collar. It is just a matter of time.” He dismissed the other orc and then looked at his new slave. “Time to test you out.” He dropped his pants and pointed to his cock. “I am sure some of my orcs already taught you to suck orc cock. Get to it. And when you are given a command, you will always respond, ‘Yes Master.’ Got that slave?”

“Yes, Master,” Fildarae whimpered, shame in her voice. She knew better than to resist. She knew defiance would earn her nothing but more suffering. She slowly raised up on her knees, opened her mouth, and eased her face towards Kordoth’s crotch. Kordoth grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards him and pushed his hips forward so that his cock slid fully into her mouth. Her head began bobbing up and down and she began licking and sucking the cock in her mouth. Her new Master’s cock apparently. This orc now owned her. She assumed most of the rest of her miserable life would be spent giving pleasure to this cock.

Kordoth grew hard quickly and he yanked her head away. He threw her onto her back. “Normally slave, when I fuck you, you will get on all fours and I will fuck you from behind like the animal you are. But I like to look at the face of a slave the first time she gets to experience a giant orc cock slamming into her slave cunt,” Kordoth announced. He forced her knees apart, forcing her to open her thighs widely and then climbed on top of her, settling in between her spread thighs.

Realizing she was about to be fucked, Fildarae started thrashing and bucking. “Noo!” she cried, desperate not to be fucked. Kordoth angrily backhanded her across the cheek. “A slave never tells her Master no!” he growled. He reached down, grabbing his erect cock and positioning it at the entrance of her sex. With a hard thrust, he drove his cock into her, earning a sharp scream from Fildarae. Kordoth pulled back and then savagely drove his cock into his new slave’s pussy again, earning more screams from her. He began thrusting in a brutal manner, grunting as he pumped his cock in and out of his slave’s tight cunt.

Fildarae’s brutal ravishment lasted for what seemed like an eternity. She cried and shook her head back and forth as Kordoth relentlessly pounded her. Kordoth stared down at Fildarae, seeing her face scrunched up in agony as she was brutally taken. It was a good lesson for this once proud Baroness, to make her understand how helpless and low she was now as a slave. For nearly ten minutes Kordoth fucked Fildarae, making it last as long as possible before he groaned loudly and thrust into her fully, unleashing a torrent of cum into her womb. Fildarae’s eyes were clamped shut and as Kordoth started to climb off of her, she finally opened them again and saw a couple of orcs leering at her. They were Kordoth’s officers.

“Enjoy her cunt, but no one use her ass, that is mine to use first,” Kordoth announced, as he pulled up his pants. The first of the officers, Mekmal, climbed on top of Fildarae between her legs. As he began to push his cock inside her swollen sex, he found it was quite wet from Kordoth’s cum and also quite stretched out, and he slid into her with ease. He started thrusting hard, pumping in and out of the distraught elf at a brutal pace. One arm braced on the ground, he used his other to begin roughly mauling Fildarae’s breasts, squeezing them and then pinching and twisting her nipples. Fildarae was so focused on the brutal assault of her pussy that she barely noticed, even when Mekmal lowered his face and began biting her breasts. Mekmal did not last long, and he grunted loudly as he unleashed a new load of cum into Fildarae’s sore, battered pussy.

Mekmal climbed off of Fildarae, and now it was Kraregg’s turn. But as Kraregg tried to climb on top of her, Fildarae curled into a ball and started sobbing. “No more!” she wailed. Snarling, Kordoth grabbed his whip from his belt and began raining blows down on Fildarae until she was howling and thrashing wildly. “A slave has no say in when she is used, and when an orc Master wishes to use her, she enthusiastically cooperates, for getting fucked by orc cock is her only purpose now,” Kordoth growled. “Now get on all fours and beg this orc to fuck you.” Sobbing, Fildarae slowly got on her hands and knees. “Spread your legs and thrust up your ass and beg to be fucked, slave!” Kordoth angrily commanded.

Fildarae got into position, parting her thighs and pushing out her ass to present her cunt. She could feel the cum of the two orcs oozing from it and down her thigh. She was not at all looking forward to being fucked again. But she wanted to avoid the whip more. “Please fuck me, Master,” Fildarae whimpered to Kraregg.

“Your begging needs work slut, but happy to oblige,” Kraregg said as he got down behind her. A moment later, he buried his cock into her sore pussy. Fildarae braced herself as she tried to endure the intrusion of yet another cock into her abused sex. Gripping her hips with both his hands, Kraregg began pounding away from behind. After a couple minutes or thrusting, he took one hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair as reigns and yanked her head back. Tears slid down Fildarae’s cheeks as she was savagely fucked. With her head pulled up, she could see the other orcs leering at her, perversely enjoying the sight of her being fucked.

Kordoth crouched down so that his face was a few inches from hers. “Get used to this position; this is how you will usually be fucked, animal,” he said to her in a menacing tone. Fildarae did not respond verbally, but she had no doubt that his words were true. This was her life now.

Kraregg did not last long, and he groaned as he climaxed inside her. As he pulled out of her and a sobbing Fildarae collapsed onto the ground, Kraregg remarked to Kordoth, “Your slave’s cunt is nice and tight.” The words sunk in and Fildarae realized that is what defined her worth now. The pleasure her orifices provided to orcs.

“It is, and it is time for me to try out that last hole,” Kordoth announced. “On all fours, slut!” he commanded Fildarae. She moaned in dismay but, fearing the whip, she slowly climbed up into position. Kordoth got behind her and reached down, spreading her ass cheeks.

“Please do not fuck me there, Master,” Fildarae cried and Kordoth angrily brought one of his hands down hard across her ass. “What did I say about asking not be fucked, slut!” he growled. He placed his knees between her legs and then used them to force her legs further apart. Holding her cheeks spread apart with one hand, Kordoth reached down with the other, grabbing his erect cock and sliding it along Fildarae’s slit, lubricating his cock with the orc cum that was oozing from it. He then used his fingers to scoop up some of the cum and he began rubbing his fingers around her asshole before pushing a couple inside, earning renewed whimpers from Fildarae. “Shut up slut, unless you prefer that I fuck your ass without lubrication,” Kordoth growled.

He reached forward, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her shoulders and face into the ground so that her ass was jutting up even higher and her tight little asshole was presented to him. He grabbed his erect cock and began to press it against Fildarae’s anus. She tensed up, knowing what was coming and then let out a sharp cry as Kordoth’s cock began to push inside her ass. She felt a whirlwind of pain and humiliation as the orc’s cock was forced into her bowels, painfully stretching her ass. Kordoth slowly pushed his cock inside her ass until it was about halfway in and then he rammed forward hard, burying the rest of his cock fully in her ass and causing Fildarae to scream. It had been painful and uncomfortable when the orcs roughly fucked her pussy, but that was nothing in comparison to the pain she felt with Kordoth’s thick cock lodged deep in her ass.

Kordoth began thrusting hard, driving his cock in and out of Fildarae’s ass at a brutal pace. He purposely changed the angle of his thrusts, to make the ordeal that much worse for her and to thoroughly dominate this former baroness and fuck her into submission. It took Kordoth longer to cum a second time and though it was only about 15 minutes, it felt like an eternity of hell for poor Fildarae. She screamed and wailed until her voice grew hoarse. As she was ass-fucked, she knew she was no longer a baroness. She was a set of holes to be fucked by orcs.

When Kordoth finally climaxed and pulled his cock from her abused asshole, Fildarae collapsed onto the ground, sobbing weakly. But she was immediately pulled back up onto all fours. The other two orcs wanted their turns with her ass.

Mekmal quickly mounted Fildarae. In one quick and hard thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt in her ass, causing renewed screams from the elf maiden as he began thrusting away. Fildarae felt like she was being split in half. Thankfully, Mekmal did not last as long as Kordoth and after only a few minutes he came loudly, dumping a second load into her bowels.

Then Kraregg traded places with Mekmal. “Spread your cheeks, slut.” Humiliated, Fildarae reached back and spread her ass cheeks. It was even more humiliating and shameful for her to cooperate in her own ass raping, but she was too afraid not to cooperate. She began to weakly sob as Kraregg forced his cock into her ass and fucked her hard. He pumped in and out of Fildarae’s torn asshole without mercy until he grunted and shot a third load into her bowels.

All three orcs had finished with Kordoth’s new slave. They forced her to lick their cocks clean. Then Kordoth turned to his two officers. “Send her to the goblins. Have her whipped and interrogated,” he instructed. “Tell them to find out where her daughter went.”

………………..

Grimnor stood outside of the burning village. He did not even know the name of the village but it mattered not. The village was now gone. Every male that had lived in it was now dead. Every female had spent the past day being ravaged and was now locked in a coffle to be herded to Ulylthemar. Within a few hours, the village would be burned to embers and ash.

He watched as the last of the elf maidens were locked into a slave coffle. All of them had been used quite hard by his forces; there had been only a few hundred elf maidens and he had many thousands of troops. Grimnor knew it would be quite the ordeal for their broken, exhausted bodies to take the long journey to Ulylthemar. But the orc slavers’ whips would keep them moving.

As he watched the new slaves being herded, a pair of goblins and an orc approached with a single bound and stripped elf maiden.

“Another cunt from this village?” Grimnor asked.

One of the goblins, named Chiagix, shook his head and thrust the elf maiden forward. “No, this one was caught by us a few days march away but we wanted to bring her straight to you. We interrogated her and she was a diplomat, sent to try to plea with some of the other elven kingdoms to join the war against us.”

Grimnor eyed the elf maiden up and down. She had reddish brown hair and ample breasts. She would make a fine slave. Grimnor reached out and roughly groped the elf maiden’s breasts. “Well then it is good we intercepted her. We don’t want any of the other kingdoms interfering as we raze this one,” Grimnor said as he continued groping the elf. She trembled, but her head was lowered and she was silent. It seemed the goblins had already done a good job of breaking this one down. Grimnor slid his hand from her breasts, down her belly, and between her thighs. He thrust a couple fingers into her cunt and began fingering her, testing her slave heat.

“Oh, the news is even better than that,” Chiagix replied. “This elf cunt was not on her way to the other kingdoms when we captured her. She was on her way back. And apparently all of the other kingdoms rebuffed this kingdom’s pleas. They are too afraid to come to its aid.”

Grimnor laughed. “Yes, smart on their part,” he replied. “It seems no one will come to your rescue slave,” he said to the trembling elf maiden, as he continued fingering her. “What is your name?”

“Ochilysse,” the elf maiden diplomat whimpered in a frightened voice.

“Welcome to slavery, Ochilysse,” Grimnor said. “By the way your cunt is juicing up, I think maybe you don’t mind that no one will rescue you.” He pulled his fingers from the elf maidens pussy and held them up for her to see. They were glistening with her juices.

“And tell her what else you were trying to do, slave. Or what the king of this kingdom was trying to do.” Chiagix said, swatting the elf maiden’s ass.

Her cheeks red and her voice trembling, Ochilysse whimpered, “King Vamir was trying to find another kingdom who could take his daughters as refugees. One had offered, Alyoshara, but he does not trust them, and he was hoping to find another.”

Grimnor nodded to the goblin. “Good work.” He wiped his fingers on Ochilysse’s cheek and then waved his hand dismissively. “Add this one to the coffle of other slaves heading to Ulylthemar. And someone fetch Grakam and bring him to me.” The goblins dragged off the former diplomat to be added to the slave coffle and the orc went to fetch Grakam.

Grimnor only had to wait a few minutes before he was joined by Grakam. “You asked for me, Chieftain?” he said.

Grimnor nodded. “I want you to take half our cavalry and ride ahead. Head quickly for the roads that lead to the capitol and start killing any elves you find on the road, male and female alike. I doubt there are many on the roads but kill any you find. I want the elven king to know that the roads from the capitol are too dangerous for him to risk sending anyone from the capitol.”

Grakam nodded. “Of course, Chieftain. What is the reason?”

“I want their king to know that he cannot try and sneak his daughters from the capitol. Those royal elf cunts will not escape my grasp.”

………………..

Fildarae cried softly, her head lowered in defeat and shame. She eyed the small trickles of blood that oozed down her inner thighs, from the needles that the goblins had plunged in her labia and clit during her interrogation. She could feel much more blood flowing down her back, rear end, and the back of her thighs. Her ass and back had been harshly whipped and caned, so hard that it had cut into or broken the skin in numerous places, hence the blood. She had tried to hold out, but the pain had become too much. She had broken and revealed to the goblins where she had sent her daughter, Ynaselle. Fildarae was deeply ashamed. She had betrayed her own daughter. She had failed as a mother and put Ynaselle in danger.

“Alright slut, let’s get you back to Kordoth,” one of the goblins said. As he grabbed her by the hair to haul her to her feet, another goblin appeared. The goblin held up a couple pair of panties. “We went to this slut’s home,” he said gesturing toward Fildarae. “Found these in her daughter’s room.” The goblin held them to his face and crudely inhaled, taking in their scent. “They smell wonderful, and they will help the hellhounds track her down. They will catch her in no time.” Fildarae started to cry again. Her daughter’s slim chances of escaping these monsters had grown even slimmer.

When the goblins took Fildarae to Kordoth, they found him with his officers, Kraregg and Mekmal. Kraregg and Mekmal were playing with a young elf maiden. She was on all fours and had a look of shock on her face as she was spitroasted between the two orcs, Mekmal fucking her from behind while Kraregg fucked her throat. Fildarae could see that she was young, about Ynaselle’s age. As they drew closer, Fildarae recognized the young elf maiden. Her name was Bonaluria; she had been a friend of Ynaselle, and the daughter of Fildarae’s neighbors. Seeing the look of shock and horror on Bonaluria’s face as she was roughly pounded made Fildarae dread even more the looming fate that her poor daughter faced if these vile orcs tracked her down.

Fildarae also recognized the elf maiden that was on her knees in front of Kordoth. It was the city’s high priestess, Ryllae. Kordoth had given her something new to worship, and drool was spilling down Ryllae’s chin as she licked and sucked the orc’s balls. Tears were sliding down Ryllae’s cheeks but she was enthusiastically licking and sucking away, fear motivating her to do a good job.

But as soon as Kordoth saw Fildarae, he pushed Ryllae’s head away. He turned to one of his soldiers and pointed to Ryllae. “Take this one and lock her in the coffle,” he ordered. He turned to Fildarae. “On all fours and present your cunt to be fucked,” he ordered. The goblin released her hair and swatted her ass, which caused Fildarae to yelp in pain; her ass was quite tender form the harsh whipping and caning she had received. She slowly walked over to Kordoth and got on her hands and knees, her ass facing him. Fildarae closed her eyes, her lip trembling as Kordoth crouched down behind her and placed his hands on her hips. Her whole body was sore but she had been warned never to beg not to be fucked. She would just have to endure whatever was coming.

Kordoth pushed a finger inside Fildarae’s pussy. She flinched; she was quite sore from the numerous rapes she had endured, and the interrogation. “Slave, who does this cunt belong to?” Kordoth said.

“You, Master,” Fildarae whimpered, humiliated.

“Say it like you mean it, slut,” Kordoth growled. “And speak in the third person from now.”

“This slave’s cunt belongs to you, Master,” Fildarae said, more loudly.

“Say it again, slut,” Kordoth said, as he slipped another finger inside her cunt and then began thrusting both fingers in and out of her.

“This slave’s cunt belongs to you, Master,” Fildarae repeated.

Kordoth added a third finger as he continued finger fucking her. Soon, there was a wet schlicking sound as her pussy began to grow slick. As sore as she was, as humiliated and scared and despaired as she was, her body was growing aroused. It made her ashamed. “Again!” Kordoth commanded.

“This slave’s cunt belongs to you, Master,” Fildarae said a third time.

“Your cunt is growing quite wet; you want to be fucked, don’t you. Beg me to fuck you,” Kordoth said,

“This slave begs you to fuck her!” Fildarae whimpered.

Kordoth pulled his hand from Fildarae’s cunt and gave her tender, welted ass a hard smack, causing her to cry out. He gripped her ass cheeks with both hands and squeezed them hard, causing Fildarae to squirm in discomfort. Kordoth reached down and pried her thighs further apart and then shifted forward, letting his erect cock slide between her thighs and along her wet slit. “Your cunt is dripping, slut. You clearly want to be fucked,” Kordoth told her

Kordoth pulled back, and lined up his cock to penetrate Fildarae. And then thrust forward hard, slamming the length of his cock into her. Fildarae cried out as his hips crashed into her sore ass cheeks and his large cock invaded and stretched her sore pussy. It hurt but it also felt good, she was humiliated to admit. “You have a warm, wet, tight little cunt, slave” Kordoth remarked and then he began thrusting, driving his cock in slowly at first but then harder and harder with each thrust, until he had worked into a steady rhythm.

Kordoth grunted as he continued thrusting, enjoying the feel of his cock being squeezed by Fildarae’s twitching cunt. He fucked her at a hard and fast pace, but every so often he would slow down, wanting to last, and he would shove the entire length of his cock into her and slowly grind against her ass, causing Fildarae to squirm and whimper in pain as his hips rubbed against her tender, bruised and welted ass cheeks. But then he would resume thrusting again and Fildarae felt her own arousal building, despite her efforts to ignore and suppress it. The obscene squelching noise of his cock invading Fildarae’s slick cunt echoed through the air, humiliating and shaming her.

Kordoth saw the tears sliding down Fildarae’s cheeks. He brought his hand up and then brought it down hard on her ass cheek, then another, and another, until Fildarae was crying out. Kordoth pulled his cock out from Fildarae’s pussy and pushed it between her ass cheeks. She felt it press against her anus and she tensed up, letting out a dismayed moan. As sore as her pussy was, her ass was even more so.

“If you don’t want me to fuck your ass, beg me to fuck your cunt,” Kordoth said.

“Master, this slut begs you to fuck her cunt! Please Master, please fuck this slut’s needy cunt!” Fildarae whimpered. There was desperation in her voice, but it was fearful desperation to avoid an ass fucking, not desperation for a cock in her pussy. Still, Kordoth had gotten what he wanted; she had begged him to fuck her like a slave. He slammed his cock back into her sex with a hard thrust.

“Show me you are a slut, or my cock will go in your ass,” Kordoth said as he started thrusting away again. Fildarae started moaning loudly and she began throwing her hips back, meeting his thrusts.

“Please fuck this slave harder, Master!” she cried out, willing to do anything to avoid having an orc cock rammed into her sore ass. Kordoth started thrusting harder. As he continued pounding her, he leaned forward and snaked his hand around her hip and between her parted thighs. As he fucked Fildarae, Kordoth began rubbing her clit. She was already aroused and as soon as Kordoth’s fingers began rubbing her sensitive clit, her arousal built even more intensely. Soon, Fildarae was panting and sweating and gasping. The orgasm ripped through her suddenly and without warning. She started shaking and moaning as the waves of pleasure hit her. As her whole body spasmed with pleasure, her pussy began squeezing and clenching around Kordoth’s cock, which sent him over the edge. He groaned and thrust one final time into her as his cock began spurting, unleashing his cum inside her.

Kordoth pulled his cock out of her, smacking her ass another time, and earning another squeal by Fildarae from the painful sting. She felt his cum, and her own juices, oozing from her gaping pussy and down her thigh. “Add this one to the coffle and send the slaves off to Ulylthemar,” he commanded. An orc grabbed Fildarae and began binding her wrists with rope. Then he began hauling her off. “Soon, we will have your daughter and she will be cumming as she pounded by orc cock, just like you,” Kordoth called to her.

Kraregg and Mekmal had finished with Bonaluria and she too was dragged off to the slave coffle. Kordoth beckoned his officers over. “Come, let’s start planning our next moves. There is a small city called Enyanahil near the border with the kingdom of Senadorei; I want to hit that next.”

Bonaluria was tied into the rear of the coffle, and then Fildarae was tied in behind her. “Alright slaves, get moving,” an orc slaver shouted and he and other slavers began slashing at the new slaves from Omylelin with their whips. Fildarae cried out as a whip slashed into her tender back and ass. The coffle lurched forward and the slaves began their journey to Ulylthemar.

(End of Part 2, to be continued...)

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