The Tale of Orgzul: Part 13 – More Broodmares for the Horde

Yalanue shuffled along in the slave coffle. She had been walking for many days, perhaps even weeks, but she had lost count of the days. They only took breaks a couple times a day for the goblins to milk them and then for a few hours each night to rest. The goblins were only fucking the assess or mouths of the slaves. Yalanue dreaded what that meant. It likely meant they were planning to breed them again soon.

The slaves from the goblin breeding camp were being transported to the new orc breeding camp for that very purpose. And with each passing day, Yalanue dreaded her arrival at that camp. She would be impregnated again and forced to carry babies to term that would either be killed or enslaved. She preferred her own death to this fate. But with her hands locked in a slave yoke, she could not even try to take her own life or try to attack a goblin so that he might kill her. And so each day brought her closer to living hell that awaited her.

In addition to Yalanue, there were over 150 slaves in the slave coffle, all captives from Salelenor who were either pregnant when they had been captured or forcefully impregnated after their capture. But all had now given birth to their “litters.” All of them had their newborn babies taken away to be killed or raised as slaves. And all of them dreaded just as much as Yalanue did arriving at the camp to be forcefully impregnated again. But the goblins kept them moving with their whips. 

As they walked, they saw a large wooden wall on the horizon.  “The camp is just ahead,” one of the goblins announced. He raised his whip and slashed at the slaves. “Get moving, cunts. We can get you secured in your breeding stations and impregnated by day’s end.” Yalanue began to weep. The goblins ignored her. They did not care about the emotional states of broodmares.

…………….

There was a crack of the whip and a sharp cry from an elf maiden as the whip stuck her flesh. Eshenesra winced and started digging faster. Her own back and ass were bleeding from where she had been whipped, and the sweat pouring down her body fiercely stung the cuts. She was exhausted but she kept digging, fear of the whip keeping her going.

Eshenesra was one of several hundred elf maidens that had been tasked with digging a “fuck pit” in the city’s square. The orcs had not told them what a fuck pit was but Eshenesra was pretty sure from the name what it would be used for.

They had been working for many hours with no break. First, they had been tasked with using pickaxes to break up the stone and limestone slabs that covered the square. Then they were given shovels to dig. With so many slaves put to the task, it had only taken a few hours to dig more than a dozen feet into the ground. Now they were all exhausted. But the work was not done and orcs with whips kept them going. Eshenesra and other slaves were continuing to dig, while other slaves were hauling the dirt from the pit.

Eshenesra’s mouth was so dry; she was desperate for water. And a break. She was dizzy with exhaustion and her muscles ached do much she feared she was on the verge of collapse. But she was desperate to avoid the painful lash of the whip and so she kept digging.

Eshenesra saw another elf stumble and fall to her knees. Eshenesra did not recognize the young elf but she looked to be around the age of Eshenesra’s daughters. She rushed over to the fallen elf maiden and set down her shovel and tried to help her stand up. “Keep digging, I am sure we are almost done,” she said softly.  She had no idea if they were; she just wanted to give the young elf maiden hope.

Crying, the other elf maiden whimpered, “I can’t anymore; I am too exhausted.” Suddenly there was a loud crack and Eshenesra felt an explosion of pain across her back. “Dig, you lazy cunts!” an orc screamed and Eshenesra picked up her shovel and started digging again as the orc slashed at the young elf until she rose and started digging as well.

Eshenesra wondered where her daughters were. Had they been put to work too? She had overheard some of the orcs saying that other slaves were being used to gather loot and others were being used to repair walls and buildings that had been damaged in the battle. Were her daughters being whipped as they were forced to work to exhaustion in these tasks? Or were they being savagely ravaged by orcs? Which was even the worse option? Eshenesra tried to push the nightmarish thoughts aside. She knew her daughters were almost certainly being subjected to some cruelty of slavery but there was nothing she could do about it and thinking about it only brought her more anguish. She knew she had to focus on doing her own labor to avoid the whip.

Outside the pit, Orgzul had arrived. He had been informed by an orc slaver that his slave had been tasked with helping to dig the fuck pit and he walked to the edge and peered down inside. The pit was almost 20 feet deep, from the look of it. He figured it would soon be finished.

He looked around and saw an officer from the army of his Ear Ripper Clan named Ghamuk. Ghamuk had four slaves lined up. Each had their hands thrust between thighs and they were frantically masturbating. Curious, Orgzul went over to investigate. “Who are these cunts?” he asked Ghamuk.

“Greetings, Chieftain. These cunts are all former officials of the city or family members of city officials. I get to keep one as a slave and the other three are being sent to our breeding camp. They are rather desperate to avoid being made broodmares and so I told them the one that shows herself to be the most heated slut will avoid that fate and get to be my slave.”

Orgzul chuckled as he watched the slaves frantically pleasuring themselves. Fear of being a broodmare was clearly a strong motivator. Ghamuk pointed to the first one, a brunette who was sweating as she frantically fingered herself. “That one was a member of the city’s governing council.” He called over to her. “What was your name, slut?”

“Umilythe, Master,” she responded, breathing heavily, as she continued rubbing and fingering herself. Orgzul could see the wetness on her fingers and smeared across her thighs. She clearly had the potential to be a heated slut. But that meant she would also do well as a broodmare. Heated sluts likely would likely birth daughters that would also grow up to be heated sluts, so she would be just as useful birthing more heated sluts for the orcs’ use.

Orgzul looked to the next two, young blonde elf maidens who were also frantically masturbating. As Orgzul studied them he realized they were identical twins. “These two cunts are the daughters of another council member, a male,” Ghamuk said when he noticed Orgzul looking at them. He pointed to a severed ear on his necklace. “I killed their father myself.” He then pointed to the last elf maiden, a redhead. “And that one is the wife of some other council member.”

Orgzul studied the four slaves. He thought that any of the four would make fine slaves. He was about to offer his opinion on the four to Ghamuk when he heard shouting down in the pit from some of the slavers. The slavers were shouting to the slaves to stop digging. It sounded like the fuck pit was finished.

When the slavers commanded the slaves to stop digging, Eshenesra collapsed, exhausted. But a slaver started shouting again at the slaves. “Cunts who have been claimed, go over to the ladder and climb out. The rest of you stay where you are.” Eshenesra knew she had been claimed by Orgzul and was his property, and his initials and a number adorned her collar to signify that. She picked herself up and moved towards the ladder. About half the slaves in the slave pit had similarly been claimed by an orc and had collars adorned with the initials, numbers, or other marks of their owners. They all began climbing out. The rest stood or lay around nervously, wondering what was to become of them. They soon found out. As soon as the last of the claimed slaves had climbed out from the pit, dozens of orcs began climbing down the ladders. They were eager to make use of the slaves in the fuck pit.

Standing on the edge of the pit, Eshenesra turned and looked back into it. Orcs were gabbing slaves and putting them on all fours or climbing on top of them to fuck them. Soon, the air was filled with the sounds of grunts, cries, and flesh slapping. Eshenesra saw the young elf from earlier who had fallen and been whipped. On orc grabbed her and pushed her onto the ground, onto her back. Within a couple seconds, the orc was on top of her and settled between her spread thighs, which began kicking and flailing helplessly as the orc began thrusting away.

Eshenesra turned, unable to watch. She hoped that she might get a chance to rest. But then a voice called her and she recognized it as Orgzul’s. She turned and saw him and hurried over as fast as she could in her exhausted state. She fell to her knees and knelt at his feet. She was so glad to be off her feet that she didn’t even care that she was kneeling with her legs open wide in such a humiliating fashion.

“Greetings, Master,” Eshenesra said softly, her voice filled with shame. It was still very humiliating for the former noble elf to act as a slave and greet her Master.

“Open your legs more, slut,” Orgzul growled and a humiliated Eshenesra complied. Orgzul turned again to Ghamuk who was still assessing the four slaves to choose one. He had moved over and sat down on a stone wall. As soon as he was seated, Ghamuk lowered his pants. He pointed to his cock. “Alright you four sluts, get over here and start worshipping my cock and balls, and the one who does it the best gets to avoid being a broodmare.”

The four elf maidens stopped masturbating and hurried over. They climbed onto Ghamuk’s lap and pushed their heads into his crotch, practically fighting with one another to get a good spot, as they began licking the orc’s cock and balls. It was clear they were all very desperate to avoid being made into broodmares.

Orgzul chuckled as he watched them. Then he turned back to Eshenesra. “Worship my balls, slut.”

“Yes, Master,” Eshenesra said, and she moved between Orgzul’s legs, lifting up onto her knees and pushing her face up into his crotch. She began swirling her tongue around her Master’s testicles, her nostrils filling with their strong sweaty sent and the salty, sour taste coating her tongue and filling her mouth. “Start sucking on them, slut” Orgzul called down and Eshenesra took one of his balls into her mouth and began sucking. Soon, drool was spilling down her chin as she licked and sucked away on her Master’s balls.

Orgzul allowed Eshenesra to worship his balls for several minutes before he heard Ghamuk groan as he climaxed. Orgzul watched as Ghamuk ordered the four elf maidens that had been worshipping his cock to stop and kneel. As they knelt, Orgzul saw that one of the two blonde twins had Ghamuk’s cum all over his face.

“I am not sure which one to take,” Chieftain,” Ghamuk mused. “A shame I can’t have two or I would take both twins. But I am guessing the twins would make good broodmares. If they are twins, I suppose they are more likely to have it in their blood to birth twins as well, so they will give us bigger litters.”

“I think with that breeding potion, it doesn’t matter and they all frequently have bigger litters. All of those broodmares will have lots of sets of twins regardless.” Orgzul replied. “And you have fought well beside me. Take two slaves if you want them. Take both twins.”

Ghamuk’s eyes lit up at the possibility and he turned back to the twins. “What are your names, sluts?” he asked them.

“I am Ikeshia and my sister is Valindra,” one of the sisters whimpered in a soft, timid voice.

“Prove yourselves you are worthy of being my slaves and not broodmares and start kissing each other. Put on a show for the Chieftain and me,” Ghamuk ordered. Ikeshia and Valindra looked at each other, horrified and red-faced. They slowly moved together and pressed against each other, locking lips. “If you are prudes about it, I will just choose another one of these sluts and you can be broodmares together,” Ghamuk growled. Ikeshia and Valindra began kissing each other passionately, pressing their lips together and pushing their tongues in each other’s mouths. “Now finger each other,” Ghamuk ordered, thoroughly amused. Ikeshia slid her hand down Valindra’s body and between her thighs and began fingering her. Valindra did the same to Ikeshia. Their cheeks reddened as they played with each other but fear of being broodmares trumped their sense of propriety and virtue.

“They look like quite the slutty slaves to me,” Orgzul observed, as Eshenesra continued worshipping his balls.

“Now lick each other’s cunts,” Ghamuk ordered. Ikeshia and Valindra pulled their mouths away from each other and turned to Ghamuk, horrified looks on their faces.

“Please, she is my sister!” Valindra whimpered.

“No, she was your sister. Now you are both animals and you will either do everything I say, or you can spend the rest of your miserable lives as broodmares,” Ghamuk growled. “Tell your slave sister to lie on her back and then you sit on her face. Then bend down and get your mouth on her cunt.”

Fighting back tears, Valindra and Ikeshia turned and looked at each other. They were desperate to avoid being made broodmares. Ikeshia got down on the ground and lay on her back. Valinda positioned herself over Ikeshia and lowered herself so that her ass was planted on Ikeshia’s face and her pussy was pressed against her sister’s mouth. She felt Ikeshia’s tongue worm its way between her labia and begin lapping away at her sex as she lowered the rest of her body and pushed her face between her sister’s parted thighs. Soon both sisters were lapping at each other’s pussies.

Her own face pressed into Orgzul’s crotch, Eshenesra could not see but she could hear what was going on. She despised these orcs for how they degraded and abused the elves. But she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. She had been unable to protect her own daughters, let alone these other two young elf maidens. She thought of their father, Qildor, who had been on the ruling council that had advised her as governess. Now he was dead and his daughters had been stripped completely of their dignity and freedom. And over the sound of her own slurping away at her new owner’s balls, she could still hear the sounds of many dozens of elf maidens all being roughly ravaged in the fuck pit. Eshenesra blamed herself for all of their fates.

Ghamuk watched the humiliated sisters orally pleasuring each other. He turned to Orgzul. “I will take these two. The other two can be broodmares.”

Umilythe’s eyes widened in horror. She crawled over to Ghamuk and grabbed his leg. She looked up at him pleadingly. “Please Master, do not send me to be a broodmare. I will be an obedient and pleasing slave for you!”

Ghamuk kicked at her. “I made my choice slut and it is not you,” he growled.

“You could have avoided that fate. If you had surrender, none of you cunts would have been sent to labor camps or breeding camps except the warriors,” Orgzul said. “You chose not to surrender and now you will suffer the consequences.”

“Please, I was on the council and told Eshenesra we should surrender!” Umilythe cried. “Do not make me suffer for her decision.”

Eshenesra felt sick to her stomach as Umilythe desperate pleas reinforced even more that Eshenesra had failed her citizens.

“Slut, we do not care what you tried to convince your city’s leaders. You failed because your city did not surrender. And now you shall suffer the consequences. We have spared the lives of a handful of the elf boys of your city so they can be sent out to warn your other cities what fate has befallen your city. Perhaps the leaders of the next city will not be so foolish and will surrender when they have learned what happened to you,” Orgzul said. He looked down at Eshenesra, who had tears streaming down her cheeks as she continued licking his balls. “It seems some of the elf cunts of your city are regretting your poor decisions,” he smirked. “Your tongue on my falls has gotten me hard. Present your ass to be fucked.”

Fighting back more tears, Eshenesra got on all fours and thrust up her ass. As she felt Orgzul’s cock began to force itself into her ass, she watched sorrowfully as Umilythe and the other elf maiden were dragged off, while Valindra and Ikeshia continued licking each other’s pussies, desperate to keep their new owner happy and to avoid being made broodmares.

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At the orcs breeding camp, Halaema and Tilvial were on their knees sucking off a pair of orcs. Tilvial prayed the orc she was sucking climaxed soon; she was badly in need of a milking and her swollen breasts were throbbing. She could only imagine how much discomfort the broodmares were in; Halaema and Tilvial had not had time to milk them since the morning.

Finally, the orc groaned and Tilvial’s mouth was filled with his cum. She quickly swallowed it. The orc lumbered off and Tilvial hurried over to one of the milkers, attaching the cups to her nipples. She began to pump the milker’s handle and she got a whiff of the scent of milk as it began flowing from her tits and into the collection bucket. She breathed a sigh of relief. Soon enough, Halaema had finished off the orc she was servicing and she then moved beside Tilvial and began pumping out her own milk.

As the two slaves were finishing up, an orc entered the room. “Come sluts, we have new broodmares that have arrived. Time to test out your new breeding portion.”

Halaema and Tilvial glanced at each other, sadness in their eyes. Forcing their fellow elves to breed was hands down the worst task they were forced to do. And this time, they would be using an experimental enhanced breeding potion. At best, it would force the poor maidens to produce even more offspring to be killed or enslaved. It worst, it might have horrible side effects.

“How much of the new potion do you have?” the orc asked.

“Almost 200 doses, Master,” Halaema replied.

“Well only dose the first 50 of the new broodmares with the modified potion,” the orc said. “We want to see what it does first before we start giving it to everyone. Give the other broodmares the regular potion.”

“Yes, Master,” Halaema said. She picked up a tray of the vials of the new potion and a couple trays of vials of the regular potion and they headed outside to the yard.

Outside, they saw a line of newly-arrived elf maidens. They were each secured in slave yokes and the orcs were removing them from their yokes one by one and then locking them into a third row of breeding stations that had been set up behind the others.

“Start getting them dosed,” an orc barked to Halaema and Tilvial and they hurried over to the first new elf maiden locked in a breeding station. It was the former physician Yumanea

And she was begging and pleading not to be impregnated again. The orcs ignored her pleas. Halaema and Tilvial had no choice but to do the same.

Tilvial moved in front of Yumanea and prepared to put a feeding tube down her throat. “Your modified breeding potion better work cunts or you will end up in breeding stations yourselves,” one of the orcs called over to her.

Yumanea looked towards Tilvial. “You are making breeding potion? I was a physician! I can help you if they spare me from being bred!” she whimpered.

When Tilvial heard Yumanea, she panicked and quickly shoved the feeding tube into Yumanea’s mouth and began pushing it down her throat, cutting off her words. She had feared if the orcs realized that they had another elf more knowledgeable of breeding potion that they might switch Tilvial and this physician. She glanced over at the orc but it appeared he had not heard Yumanea. She glanced down again at Yumanea who was continuing to try to plead but only indecipherable whimpers were now escaping her mouth, with the tube shoved down her throat. “I am sorry,” Tilvial whispered softly to Yumanea. Then she opened up a vial of the modified breeding potion and dumped it into Yumanea’s feeding tube.

As she wrapped that up, Halaema had inserted a feeding tube into the next new arrival and that broodmare was also dosed with the new potion. Halaema and Tilvial moved down the line, fitting each of the new broodmares with feeding tubes and then dosing them with breeding potion, the first 50 with the modified potion and the rest with the regular breeding potion.

Yalanue strained against the metal frame that held her but of course she was unable to free herself. She was in a full panic. It was starting to set in that she would be kept immobile in this frame, but that was not the reason for her panic. She had just been dosed with breeding potion. And she knew she was about to be forcefully impregnated again. She wailed into her feeding tube as she thrashed around. She hurled muffled wails all around her, from the other elf maidens that had just been secured into breeding racks and equally feared what was coming.

Locked in her rack, Yalanue could not turn her head to look down the line of her fellow elf maidens. But in front of her was another row of elf maidens, all locked in racks like hers. She realized the orcs were now breeding hundreds of elf maidens. All of them being forcedly impregnated to produced them more slaves. And soon enough, she would be impregnated again. Yalanue bellowed in frustration.

As she continued her thrashing, she began to hear sharper cries and grunts. As she listened, she heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. They were being bred. Yalanue wailed again. She had to free herself! She had to escape this! But there was no escape. The sounds grew closer as the elf maidens were bred one by one down the line. Eventually Yalanue heard a tortured wail right next to her. She assumed it was Essaerae, the former mayor of Salelenor. She had been directly in front of Yalanue in the coffle and was presumably now in the rack next her hers.

A second later, Yalanue felt something pressing in between her ass cheeks. It was face. Then she felt a tongue lapping at her pussy. She shook her head and groaned n frustration. Her body quickly reacted, thanks to the hormones coursing through her body. Her pussy started to grow wet in no time.

Tilvial lapped at Yalanue’s pussy with her tongue until the taste of her arousal grew strong. Tilvial pulled her head away and pushed a finger inside Yalanue’s pussy. She was quite wet. She was ready to be bred. Tilvial turned and behind her was a hooded male elf. Halaema was on her knees in front of him, servicing him with her mouth until he was hard. As soon as he was, Halaema rose and gently grabbed his shoulders and guided him forward, toward Yalanue.

Yalanue felt a presence behind her and then she felt something pushing past her labia into her pussy. At first, she thought maybe it was another finger. She prayed it was just a finger. But she quickly surmised it felt thicker and longer than a finger. Then she heard a grunt from a male elf behind her and he began thrusting. Yalanue wailed, thrown into a panic. She was being bred again and there was nothing she could do about it. The male elf behind thrusted away for a few minutes and then he groaned. She felt him stiffen up. She felt his cock throbbing inside her. She knew he had ejaculated. She had been inseminated. Yalanue let out another tortured wail.

“Which potion was this one dosed with?” an orc asked, gesturing towards Yalanue.

“The modified potion,” Halaema replied, giving her a look of pity., as the next stud was lined up to breed with her.

(End of Part 13, to be continued...)

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