The Tale of Kordoth: Part 3 – The Horrible Fates of Elf Maiden Daughters

Screams rang out as the orcs rounded up or killed the last of the refugee elves. Kordoth’s forces were heading towards Enyanahil when their scouts had located a number of refugees who were fleeing villages further south, trying to get away from the orcs. The various villages had coalesced into a single caravan. They would be easy pickings. They were not far out of Kordoth’s way and so he diverted his forces to intercept them.

The villages had some warriors and they had tried to make a stand against Kordoth’s forces. They stood no chance. Kordoth’s orcs quickly slaughtered the male warriors and then all of the male elves in the refugee caravan. Then it was easy pickings to gather up all the elf maidens. Many were being stripped and bound and then herded together. Others were being ravaged on the ground by their orc captors. Anguished and terrified wails rang out from the elf maidens as they watched their male family and neighbors being chopped down and then they were captured and ravaged. Introduction to slavery was always a traumatic experience.

It was a good haul. Kordoth’s clan had just captured over a thousand new slaves. Kordoth’s forces would ravage them for a few hours before they would be coffled and sent to Ulylthemar.

As Kordoth watched the violence unfolding, Kraregg approached with a stripped elf maiden in his grip and he presented her to Kordoth.

“This cunt is an officer in the elves’ army, the highest-ranking female,” he announced. It made her the highest-ranking soldier alive, as any males were dead.

Kordoth looked her up and down. She was covered in scratches and bruises; it was clear she had been used hard by the conquering orcs. She had a well-proportioned body and would make a fine slave. “It is a shame this one will end up in a labor camp,” Kordoth remarked. That was the fate of all female soldiers captured, that or a breeding camp. He laughed as he looked at the angry defiance on her face. But he could also see the fear and defeat in her eyes. She was silent. Kordoth assumed she knew that her pleas would get her nowhere. She knew that her fate was sealed. The orcs had been pillaging Argothrond for many weeks now. All of the elves knew the fate that awaited them once the orc horde came upon them

“Make sure this one is whipped and fucked extra hard before we sent them away,” Kordoth said. They needed to break the soldiers quickly, to strip the fight from them. Kraregg nodded and began to drag the elf maiden away.

“Wait!” the elf maiden cried. “Please if you spare me and my daughters, I have useful information.”

Kordoth held up his hand to halt Kraregg. “Ah, the silent one speaks. What is your name, cunt? And what is this useful information you have?” he asked the elf.

“My name is Syndra,” she replied. “And I am not saying anything more until I see my daughters and I am given assurances that you will take us to the border with the kingdom of Senadorei and allow us to go there as refugees. But the information I have is worth it.”

Kordoth pondered the offer and then he nodded to Kraregg. “Let’s find this cunt’s daughters.”

Kordoth started walking and Kraregg followed, leading Syndra.

Kordoth walked to the edge of the orcs’ makeshift camp. There, the orcs had herded a bunch of younger elf maidens. They were the youngest elf maidens that had been captured with the refugees. They were being assessed by the orcs. Those deemed too young would be sent to raise in the orcs’ camp for child slaves, to be raised until they blossomed into womanhood. They would be spared many of the brutalities of slavery until they had blossomed. Those deemed to have already blossomed into womanhood would not be so spared. They would be taken to join the older captives and would spend the rest of the day being ravaged until they were all sent off to Ulylthemar.

“Which ones are your daughters?” Kordoth asked and Syndra pointed to two young elf maidens. They were both young but had been deemed old enough to head straight into sex slavery. They and some the other older ones had been pulled aside and were kneeling in the dirt, waiting to be taken to join the elf maidens being ravaged. Kordoth ordered one of his warriors to grab the two daughters. He had them put on their knees at his feet. They looked up fearfully at their mother.

“OK, what is this vital information?” Kordoth asked Syndra.

“I am not saying anything until I get assurances that you will not enslave us and will take us to Senadorei,” Syndra said.

“I will tell you this, slut. If you don’t tell me whatever it is you are holding back, or if it isn’t actually useful, you and your daughters will suffer the most brutal slavery imaginable,” Kordoth growled.

Syndra looked worriedly at her daughters and then back to Kordoth.  She decided to speak.  “My husband’s brother is an officer stationed in Kaalhone. He sent my husband a letter about a week ago. They know that the orcs have learned about the tunnels into the city. They will be waiting for you if you try to enter through them.”

Kordoth’s eyebrows raised. He pondered the information. Then he turned to Kraregg. “Cut out the tongues of these three so they can never repeat that to anyone else. Then send them to a breeding camp.” Kordoth turned to depart and Syndra wailed in anguish as Kraregg began to drag her and her daughters away. Kordoth turned to depart. He had no idea if an elf’s tongue would grow back. But locked in breeding racks with feeding tubes shoved down their throats, they would never have the chance to communicate what she had just told him to anyone else, even if their tongues did grow back. Kordoth smiled. Grimnor would have no idea that the elves knew of his plan to enter the capitol through the tunnels. He would be marching right into a trap.

………………..

“You cannot just refuse them entry into our kingdom! They are refugees! They are desperate! If the orcs reach their city, they will be killed and enslaved!” Ilyrana shouted angrily at her husband. Ilyrana’s husband, Dyffros, was the governor of the city of Oshethlenor, in the kingdom of Senadorei. Oshethlenor was right across the border with the kingdom of Argothrond. And earlier that day, under orders from Dyffros, soldiers from Senadorei had blocked elves who had tried to flee to Senadorei from the city of Enyanahil on the other side of the border. The refugees had been forced to return to their own city.

“It was not my call!” Dyffros snapped. “It was an order by our king. I was carrying out his orders, as I must. But it was the right decision. The orcs made it clear in their message to our king. If we give aid or refuge to elves from Argothrond, they will attack our kingdom next.”

“Do you think they are going to stop at Argothrond!?!” Ilyrana shouted, anger still in her voice. “We could very well be next anyway! And if we are not next, we will be the next kingdom after that! Or the next after that! It is only a matter of time! The orcs will not stop until they have conquered every elven kingdom! Every single kingdom should be united and marching our soldiers into Argothrond right now to crush the orc horde!”

“It is not my call! I am only a governor of this city,” Dyffros repeated. “I do what the King commands! And an alliance of the elven kingdoms died when Alyoshara refused to join!”

Ilyrana stormed out of her husband’s office. She knew he had to obey the king. But her husband was a friend of the king; it was how he had gotten his position. And Dyffros had not done anything to try to persuade the king to come to the aid of Argothrond. Ilyrana had been at the border when the refugees had been turned away. She had seen the fear and desperation in their faces. She was not willing to sit by and let them fall prey to the orcs. Ilyrana decided she would travel to the capitol to plead with the king.

Ilyrana went straight home, where she found her daughter, Eloimaya. Ilyrana was not going to leave Eloimaya here in Oshethlenor. Ilyrana feared that the orcs could launch an attack on Senadorei at any time. She thought the rulers in the kingdom for fools for not assuming that was the case. And if the orcs did attack, Oshethlenor would likely be the first city they targeted. So Ilyrana would take Eloimaya with her.

“Pack some belongings to travel. We are heading to the capitol, just the two of us and Mythanar.” Mythanar was Ilyrana’s bodyguard. She ideally would have wanted to take more guards to travel. But the other guards all reported to her husband. And Dyffros would try to stop her. Mythanar was the only one of the guards that Ilyrana could trust.

Confused, Eloimaya went to her room to pack some clothing to travel.

………………..

Ynaselle and her mother’s bodyguard, Ailuin, were walking down the road towards the city of Maadorei. They had been travelling for a few days, but still had a long journey ahead of them. They walked silently. Ynaselle was too filled with worry to hold a conversation. She was worried about her own safety. And even more so, she was worried about the fate of her parents and her friends back in Omylelin. She knew the orcs were heading in the direction of the city. But perhaps they had gone elsewhere. She prayed that was the case.

As they continued walking, Ailuin suddenly froze. He spun around and his eyes widened when he spotted something that alarmed him. “Run! To the forest!” Ailuin shouted as he drew his sword. Ynaselle turned in the direction that Ailuin was looking. There were three figures charging towards them, weapons drawn. It was orcs! “Run!” Ailuin repeated. “I will try to keep them at bay!”

Ynaselle started sprinting. There was a forest a few hundred yards off the road and she ran in that direction. She could not be caught! She knew the horrible degradations and misery she would experience for the rest of her life if she fell prey to these vile monsters. As Ynaselle continued running, she heard screams behind her. They were the screams of Ailuin. But she did not look back; she just kept running. She knew there was nothing she could do for him. She could only try to save herself. Ynaselle reached the forest and she darted through the trees. Perhaps Ailuin had slowed the orcs down enough and she could lose the orcs in the thick forest. But then she heard the sound of crashing brush behind her. And gruff voices shouting. The orcs were right behind her!

Suddenly something slammed into her from behind. Ynaselle screamed as she crashed to the ground. Something grabbed her and she screamed. As she spun around, she saw that it was one of the orcs. “I got her, Uggug!” he yelled as another orc ran over.

“Great catch, Othok! Let’s get her stripped,” Uggug said as they began tearing off her clothing. Ynaselle wailed and thrashed wildly, trying to free herself as she was stripped, but the orcs held her tightly in their grip.

“She looks young, I bet she is a virgin,” Othok remarked. He pushed his finger between her flailing thighs and inserted a finger into her vagina. Ynaselle’s eyes widened in shock as soon as she felt the fingers slide inside her and then she let out a dismayed wail. “She is!” Othok exclaimed. “Shall we flip a coin to see who gets to fuck her first?”

“No way, I get first fuck, you got to fuck the last virgin first,” Uggug replied.

“Fine, Othok replied. “But I want a taste before you fuck her!” While Uggug held Ynaselle’s arms, Othok pried her thighs open and he stuck out his tongue as he leaned in towards her crotch.

Othok’s mouth found her sex and began lapping at her slit. Ynaselle wailed and threw her head back and forth as Othok’s rough tongue pushed inside her and snaked around. The orc pushed his face in further and hungrily lapped at her sex. After a couple minutes, he pulled his face away and exclaimed, “She has a tasty cunt!” before he dove back in again.

“Please stop!” Ynaselle cried. She hated the feeling of Othok’s tongue sliding around inside her pussy and she was humiliated as her body started to respond.

“Silence, slave, be glad he is getting your cunt nice and wet because I am about to give you a hard pounding,” Uggug said as he continued holding her arms. Othok finally pulled his face away. His lips were coated with her juices and he hungrily licked his lips. “Have at her,” he told his friend.

“Get ready to get fucked, slut,” Uggug exclaimed gleefully. He pushed Ynaselle to the ground.

“Noo!” she wailed, trying to pull away, but Uggug pinned her down. She clamped her legs together, desperate to preserve her virtue and avoid being fucked. Uggug leaned down and grabbed her knees, prying her thighs apart. He climbed on top of Ynaselle, settling between her parted legs. She squirmed and started bucking, crying out, desperate to avoid being fucked, but the orc’s weight crashed down on her, pinning her onto the ground. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one of his hands. Uggug looked down at her, his eyes filled with violent lust. With his free hand, Uggug reached down and began roughly groping and squeezing and then slapping Ynaselle’s pert breasts. She squealed and continued thrashing as he began sadistically twisting her nipples. After Uggug tired of playing with her breasts with his hand, he lowered his face and began sucking and biting his way all over her breasts, neck, and shoulders, covering them with hickeys and bite marks. Ynaselle was hyperventilating, in a full panic and desperately struggling to get away, but to no avail.

Uggug tired of the foreplay. “Hold her wrists,” he said and Othok crouched down, grabbed her wrists where Uggug had been holding them, and pinned them down. Uggug now had both his hands free and he reached down, grabbing Ynaselle’s legs again and forcing them further apart. He adjusted his self, reaching down and gripping his cock and positioning it at her sex.

Ynaselle started pleading. “Please don’t do this! Please don’t do…” As Uggug began to push his fully erect cock inside Ynaselle, her pleas were cut off and she wailed in dismay. She could feel his thick member pushing inside her. She bucked her hips, trying to avoid being raped, but the orc’s weight held her in place. “No, get off me!” she cried. “You cannot do this!”

Uggug ignored her and thrusted forward. Ynaselle let out a sharp cry as her virginity and her innocence were torn away from her. Uggug grabbed her hips and began thrusting hard, earning louder squeals and wails from the young elf. As he thrusted harder and harder, the pain intensified, and Ynaselle clamped her eyes shut. It felt like she was being torn and stretched and split in two.

As Uggug violently pounded away, he began to feel some slickness inside her cunt, making it easier from him to thrust harder. “She juices up like a nice little slut!” he remarked. Uggug grunted, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt stretched around his member. Ynaselle continued sobbing, her head shaking back and forth. The pain had dulled slightly, but her humiliation and shame from the tingle of arousal she was beginning to feel was worse for her than the pain.

As the orc continued ravaging her, a third orc appeared. “The male elf is dead,” he announced. “I want a turn with that one.” He pointed down to Ynaselle.

“You will get your turn after me, Bughmar,” said Othok as he stared down at the squirming and sobbing elf maiden under Uggug and licked his lips.

Uggug groaned loudly as he unleashed his cum into Ynaselle’s womb. As he climbed off her trembling body, he looked down, pleased with his work. Cum and small streaks of virginal blood were oozing from her red and swollen mound. It was his first virgin elf maiden to deflower.

No sooner had Uggug climbed off of Ynaselle, that Othok took his place. He forced her legs apart and climbed on top of her. Ynaselle cried out weakly as her second rape began. Othok ignored her cries and began pounding away.

Othok did not last long much longer than Uggug as he thrusted away savagely. As soon as he groaned and climaxed, Bughmar replaced him. And by the time Bughmar was done, Uggug was ready for another go at her. He forced Ynaselle onto her hands and knees and positioned behind her. Gripping her hair like reigns, he began brutally pounding her. It took Uggug longer to cum the second time, making the hell for poor Ynaselle last even longer. After he finally came, Othok took his place and then Ynaselle experienced a new intense hell, when the orc decided to fuck her ass.

Over and over, the three orcs fucked Ynaselle. By the time it was finally over, Ynaselle was exhausted, sore, and covered in sweat and cum. Her voice was so hoarse from screaming and crying that she could barely emit a whimper.

The orcs started down at their exhausted, broken prize. “Before I killed the male elf, he admitted they came from a few days march west,” Bughmar said.

“That is the territory being pillaged by the Dread Tusk Clan,” Othok said. He looked down at Ynaselle. “Congratulations, slave, you avoided becoming property of the Dread Tusk Clan and now are property of the Red Axe Clan instead. We are much better at breaking slaves than those weaklings from the Dread Tusk Clan. Soon enough, your little cunt will be cumming around our cocks and you will be moaning like a little slut every time we fuck one of your holes.

Uggug pointed to the tiara that was on Ynaselle’s head. “You some kind of princess?” he asked Ynaselle.

Sobbing softly, Ynaselle whimpered, “No, but I am part of the royal family. I am sure the King will pay you a lot of gold in ransom for my freedom.”

The orcs laughed. “We came to your world for elf cunt, not gold, slave,” Othok said. He looked to the other two orcs. “If this elf cunt is some kind of royalty, Krahlzaga is gonna claim her as soon as we bring her back to the rest of the clan,” he said, referring to teh cheiftain of their clan.

Uggug nodded and grumbled, “Yeah, the Chieftain will definitely claim any royalty for himself.”

“Let’s keep her here for a while. Play with her for a few days and get our fill of royal elf cunt. Then we can take her to the Chieftain,” Bughmar suggested. The other two orcs nodded in agreement.

Othok grabbed the whip from his belt. “We are gonna have you cook us a meal, slave. And then we will all be ready to fuck you again. But first it is time to start teaching you your slave positions. My whip here is a good motivator.”

A broken Ynaselle dropped her head in defeat and whimpered, “Yes, Master. Please do not whip me, I will be a good slave.” The orcs had taken away her innocence and now her hope too. She knew that she was doomed to slavery.

………………..

Ilyrana and Eloimaya were walking down the road to the capitol of Senadorei, escorted by Mythanar. The road traversed through a forest and it was peacefully quiet. It provided an opportune environment to think. As they walked, Ilyrana started to wonder if perhaps she had made the wrong decision. She knew her husband would be furious. As much as she felt he and the other rulers in the kingdom had made the wrong decision to refuse to come to the aid of Argothrond, she knew they were in a very difficult position. There was no easy option. There was certainly danger in risking the ire of the orcs by coming to Argothrond’s aid. But in Ilyrana’s mind, if the elves did not unite against the orcs, the kingdoms stood no chance and all of them would fall eventually.

Ilyrana wondered if they should turn back. Perhaps she could discuss with Dyffros and press harder the case for intervening and coming to the aid of Argothrond. He was a friend of the king and would have a much better chance of convincing the king to change course than she would. 

As they continued walking, Ilyrana’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard a sharp noise, almost like a yell but then it cut off. And then she heard a loud gasp from Eloimaya. Ilyrana turned and when she saw Mythanar, her eyes widened in shock. He was stumbling backwards, clutching his throat. An arrow was sticking out from his throat and blood was pouring through his hands. As he fell to the ground, there was a loud rustling through the foliage in the forest and suddenly, Ilyrana and Eloimaya found themselves surrounded by a dozen goblins. Eloimaya screamed as the goblins lunged at them. Ilyrana grabbed Eloimaya’s hand and tried to start running but before they could, the goblins seized them. The two elf maidens yelled in terror as they were pulled to the ground. A hand clamped over Ilyrana’s mouth, silencing her, and Eloimaya’s cries fell silent too. Then Ilyrana heard the ripping of fabric and she realized the goblins were tearing off her daughter’s clothing. The goblins began tearing off hers too. Ilyrana thrashed wildly trying to free herself. But the goblins held her firmly pinned down and soon she found herself naked. Her wrists were roughly wrenched behind her back and bound. One of the goblins pulled his hand away from Ilyrana’s mouth but then she shoved her underwear into her mouth and secured them with roped tied around her head, to keep her gagged.

The goblin pointed to Ilyrana. “That one is the wife of the governor. We will take her to be interrogated for intel. The other one is the daughter. We can take her straight to get processed.”

Ilyrana watched in horror as her sobbing daughter was hauled to her feet. She was naked now and one of the goblins locked a collar around her throat, He attached a chain to the collar as a makeshift leash. 

Eloimaya’s cries were cut off when she was gagged with her underwear as Ilyrana had been. The goblins began dragging Eloimaya off into the forest.

A goblin collared and leashed Ilyrana. “Come cunt, some of our friends have a base set up deep in this forest. They will have some fun with you, interrogating you. But fear not for your daughter. We are taking her back to our slaving hub in Argothrond so she can be trained by the orcs into an obedient little slave. And after our friends are done with you, you will join your daughter. After what they put you through during your interrogation, being broken and trained into slavery will seem like a breeze.”

Ilyrana wailed through her gag as she was hauled to her feet and the goblins began to drag her into the forest, in a different direction from her daughter.

………………..

Kordoth was watching as the latest of the clan’s captives were coffled together. He had let his orcs have their fun with the elf maidens for most of the day. But now it was time to continue on their march to the city of Enyanahil.

Kraregg approached. “Chieftain, I cut out the tongues of those three elf cunts. They have been coffled together to take to a breeding camp.”

Kordoth nodded. “Good. We march soon.”

“Chieftain, if I may ask, why did you have their tongues removed?” Kraregg asked.

Kordoth turned to his officers. Of his officers, Kraregg was his most trusted. Kordoth would tell him his plan. “You have seen the insulting mission Grimnor has given us. You have seen how little he respects our clan. All because I questioned Grimnor’s incompetence. It is time the horde had new leadership.” 

Kraregg nodded silently. Kordoth could tell he had not made the connection between Grimnor and the tongues of these three elf maidens. “That older elf cunt let us know that the elves know that Grimnor is planning to attack their capitol through the tunnel. Her two daughters overheard their mother tell us that. With their tongues removed and soon to be broodmares, they will never be able to tell anyone else,” Kordoth explained.

“So Grimnor is marching into a trap,” Kraregg said.

“Yes, my slow friend. That is precisely what he is doing. And either he will not survive or he will but many other orcs will die. And with Grimnor’s incompetence exposed, he will be weak and easier to dethrone,” Kordoth said, an evil smile washing over his face.

“But what if a lot of orcs die?” Kraregg said.

“It will be a tragedy. But we have hundreds of thousands of more orcs that can participate in this campaign. And after Grimnor is dead or dethroned, they will under competent leadership. In the long run it will save orc lives as we take this world smartly.”

Kraregg nodded and smiled. “Perhaps you can lead the horde next, Chieftain,” he said.

Kordoth shrugged. “I care not about leading. I only want to see a competent leader. Be it me or someone else.” Kordoth said those words to his lieutenant, but in Kordoth’s mind, it could only be him or someone that was his puppet. He had helped Grimnor rise to power. He had assumed that would give him much influence behind the scenes. It had not. The only way to rule would be with him as the next War Chieftain or to pick another one easier to control. And with Grimnor and the factions supporting Grimnor about to march into what was hopefully a devastating death trap, Kordoth would be there to pick up the pieces.

(End of Part 3, to be continued...)

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