The Tale of Orgzul: Part 14 – March for the Capitol

In Mathlhone, in what was once the city’s government headquarters, Grimnor and his senior orcs on the campaign were gathered. They had finished planning their attack on the next target: Kaalhone, the capitol of Argothrond. They would start their march soon. But now they were relaxing and celebrating before they began the march to what might be the final major battle in the war to conquer Argothrond. Orgzul and Grimnor were seated at a table and Eshenesra was serving them ale. Orgzul had asked for a refill and Eshenesra had refilled his mug and was now standing before him, holding the mug between her breasts, like she had been taught, and waited for him to take it. Orgzul reached out, giving one of her breasts a firm squeeze and brushing his thumb over her nipple a few times before he took the mug. Eshenesra barely reacted. She had suffered so many abuses and degradations over the past few days that having her breast groped barely registered anymore.

Orgzul turned to Grimnor. “You need a refill, Chieftain?” he asked Grimnor. Grimnor shook his head. Since Grimnor did not need Eshenesra’s service, Orgzul ordered her onto his lap. She quickly complied, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. As she lowered herself onto his lap, she could feel his hardening cock through his pants. “Get me fully hard, slut, using your ass,” he ordered.

“Yes, my Master,” Eshenesra said softly, and she spun around so that she was facing away from him, and her ass was planted on the bulge in his pants. She began gyrating her hips slowly, grinding her ass against his cock. It was yet another act that barely humiliated her now. But in her position, she was facing the center of the room, where she could see two of her daughters, Zestari and Isilynor. Both were being used hard by orcs. Zestari was on her hands and knees, positioned between Grakam and Urzkhal who were fucking her from both ends. Grakam was fucking her from behind while Urzkhal was fucking her mouth. Tears slid down Zestari’s cheeks as she was reamed from both ends. The flesh of her ass cheeks rippled each time Grakam slammed into her and Eshenesra could see the bulge of Urzkhal’s cock sliding in and out of her throat. It was an obscene sight that no mother should have to see.

Isilynor was being used by a group of commanders in Grimnor’s horde. She was straddling one orc, who was thrusting up into her from below, while another stood in front of her and held her head as he thrusted into her mouth. She was holding cocks from two other orcs in her hands and was trying her best to jerk them off as her mouth and pussy were reamed. More orcs were waiting nearby, leering at Isilynor, eager for their own chance to use the young elf maiden.

Eshenesra closed her eyes, unable to watch. She prayed that, like she was, they too were adjusting to this abuse, and that it was becoming easier for them. And then her mind wandered to poor Niossae, who she assumed was still on her way to a breeding camp, an unimaginably horrible fate. How would she ever adjust to being forcefully bred and having her babies stolen from her?”

Orgzul interrupted her thoughts. “Look at how your cunt is leaking all over my leg. You are becoming quite the slut,” he remarked. Eshenesra glanced down at the damp stain on her Master’s leg. She could feel the growing tingle in her loins. Normally, she tried to ignore the arousal or suppress it, feeling it to be a humiliating betrayal of her own dignity. But now she focused on it. It was better to focus on her arousal than to watch or think about her poor daughters.

Orgzul grabbed Eshenesra’s hips and lifted her up, bending her over the table. He yanked down his pants and positioned behind her and a second later he had buried his thick cock into her slick pussy. As Orgzul began to thrust away, Grimnor rose from his seat and walked over, grabbing Eshenesra’s hair and ordering her to open her mouth. She opened it wide and Grimnor drove his cock into her mouth. Soon she was being pounded from both ends just like her daughters.

Orgzul closed his eyes, enjoying the tight cunt of his new slave. But his mind was on Kaalhone. He knew the spoils of that city would dwarf those of this one. Way more elf cunts, including those of two princesses and a queen. And the ears of many male elves to add to his clan’s necklaces, including a king’s.

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Avshera was kneeling at Tawza’s feet, massaging them. She had just finished giving her feet a tongue bath and was now using her hands to ease the tension in them. Tawza was seated on a chair with her legs outstretched so that Avshera could give her feet attention. Eliana was kneeling in front of Avshera and between Tawza’s parted legs, with her face buried in Tawza’s crotch, her tongue lapping at her sex. Tawza was moaning and she was not the only one doing so. Eliana was moaning softly as she lapped away. Avshera smiled. Eliana had come along so well as a slave. Avshera could smell the arousal in the air and from the way Eliana’s pussy was dripping, she knew it was not just Tawza’s arousal. Eliana had clearly adjusted very well to her slavery. Gone was the strong dominant woman and in her place was an eager, submissive slave. Avshera realized she too had come along well since her early days in the fuck pit. She no longer feared slavery. Sure, she could easily be subjected to harsh punishment or abuse. And much of the work was hard or unsavory. But she accepted now that she was a slave and found fulfilment in service of her superior orc Masters and Mistresses.

Suddenly there was angry shouting, and Avshera turned to see what the commotion was about. Kneeling on the ground in front of a group female orcs were three elf maidens. They were three sisters, and new arrivals to the female orc camp. They had arrived only a couple hours ago, and their bound wrists still secured behind their backs. The three slaves had just been given a tour of the camp and now were on their knees facing a group of female orcs. One of the new arrivals shouted angrily. “You cannot do this to us! We are not going to worship your asses! I am not putting my tongue anywhere near your asses!”

Avshera sighed. She knew these new slaves had a lot to learn and would be in for a lot of pain and suffering if they did not quickly adjust to their new lives and accept slavery. One of the female orcs, an older orc who was a chaperone in the camp, snarled angrily and grabbed the elf and yanked her up onto her feet by her hair. She unsheathed a dagger and snapped, “You do not want to serve then you have no reason to be kept alive.” The elf maiden closed her eyes, prepared to die.

The slave’s sisters started pleading. “Please do not kill her; we are new to slavery, this is very hard for us,” one of them pleaded.

“We will be good slaves, we just need time to adjust,” the other cried. But the first elf maiden in the female orc’s grip said nothing. She kept her eyes clamped shut. She apparently thought death was preferable to slavery.

The female orc glared at the other two and then back to the one she had grabbed. “You are elf cunts; you are too valuable to kill. But if this one does not want to serve then fine, she can have a new role. She can produce new slaves.” The orc turned to one of the male orcs. “Have this one taken to the breeding camp. She can be a broodmare!”

The elf maiden’s eyes shot open. She had been prepared to die. She was not prepared to become a broodmare. “Please Mistress, I am sorry, I will be an obedient slave! Please I will worship your ass!” she wailed as the male orc started to drag her off. But it was too late. Her fate was sealed.

Her two sisters, horrified at their sister’s fate and not wanting to share in it, quickly leaned in and buried their faces into the asses of two of the female orcs. They began frantically licking away. The older female orc smiled and sheathed her dagger.

Avshera also smiled. She felt sorry for the one who was now going to spend her life being forcefully bred. But the other two would eventually find purpose and happiness here, serving their orc Masters and Mistresses. She turned back and focused again on Tawza’s feet, massaging them, doing her best to keep the orc, who was now likely with child, relaxed and stress-free.

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Orgzul groaned as he climaxed inside Eshenesra. Grimnor was pulling up his pants after having deposited his load down Eshenesra’s throat. Eshenesra opened her eyes. Her cheeks burned. She had orgasmed while being fucked by Orgzul, which humiliated her. As she looked around, she saw that the other orcs had largely finished up with her daughters. Grakam and Urzkhal had finished fucking Zestari. Isilynor had serviced all of the orc commanders in the room, save for one remaining orc, who she was finishing off with her mouth. She was covered in cum. She had been used hard.

 

“When you are done with that slut, take those two to the coffle to be taken to Ulylthemar,” Grimnor commanded the orc who was using Isilynor. He nodded and then a second later, he groaned and climaxed, spilling his loud down Isilynor’s throat. When he was done, he ordered Isilynor and Zestari to their feet. He leashed hem and then began to take them out of the room.

Eshenesra watched with sad eyes as her daughters were led away. Then she felt a slap on her ass. “Start cleaning our cocks,” Orgzul commanded. “Ours plus those orcs who just fucked your daughter. We have a long march ahead of us and don’t need sticky cocks.”

“Yes, Master,” Eshenesra said and she took Orgzul’s cock into her mouth and began licking and sucking away. She took her time. She was used to licking clean cocks that had just been in one of her orifices. But she was not at all looking forward to having to do the same to cocks that had just been in the orifices of her daughters. She wondered if the time would ever come that she was so broken and conditioned into slavery that not even that would bother her.

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Tilvial washed one of broodmares, showing some of the new slave attendants the process. Earlier in the day, a new group of slaves had arrived at the camp. They were all former physicians and, like Tilvial and Halaema, they had been made attendants who would care for the broodmares, assist with breeding, and produce breeding potion. Like Tilvial and Halaema, they were lucky slaves who had avoided being made into broodmares themselves.

Tilvial scrubbed the broodmare’s pussy. “Because of the hormone treatments, their vaginas drip with arousal and you have to wash them a lot to keep the flies away,” she explained to the new attendant slaves that were shadowing her. “These broodmares have only been bred for a couple days so they will be inseminated for about five more days. Then their pussies will be available for the orcs’ use and so you will have top\ be even more diligent with washing them down there.”

Most of the new attendants watched. A few looked horrified. A few looked nauseous. All of them looked ridden with guilt. But like Tilvial, they were willing to do whatever it took to avoid being made broodmares.

As Tilvial spoke, she heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and she glanced over at a single broodmare being bred with the first of two studs. She was thrashing in vain against the breeding rack that held her immobile, wailing through her feeding tube. The elf maiden had been delivered to the breeding camp a short while ago. She had been a slave in the female orc camp but had apparently done something to anger the orcs at that camp and had been sent here. She was undergoing her first breeding and was understandably quite upset about it.

Tilvial turned back to the broodmare she was washing and resumed teaching the attendant slaves how to care for the broodmares. As she continued, she watched Halaema walking over to them, straddled by a pair of male orcs. Halaema’s eyes were swollen and red; she had been crying. When Halaema reached them, she looked at Tilvial and said softly, “I am sorry.” Tilvial gave her a confused look as the pair of orcs stepped forward. They grabbed Tilvial.

“Come slut, time to get you in a breeding rack,” one of the orcs announced.

Tilvial’s eyes widened in horror. “Masters, I have been a good slave, I have done everything asked of me!” she cried.

“We don’t need you tending to the broodmares anymore, slut. We are bringing in more human slaves. Those humans can’t produce valuable elf slaves but you can. Your womb is worth much more than your labor,” one of the orcs said.

“And this one here said you know very little about producing breeding potion,” the other orc added, pointing to Halaema. “She said that she directs you on what to do and you follow her instructions but you have no real knowledge yourself. And now we have these former physicians with much more knowledge on how breeding potion works. So, they will fill that role and you will provide us new slaves.”

“No Masters! Please no! Please do not make me a broodmare! I can’t! I can’t!” Tilvial sobbed as the orcs dragged her to the other side of the new broodmare being bred, over to the first unoccupied breeding rack.

Tilvial wailed in dismay as she was forced onto her hands and knees in the breeding rack and then locked in place. “Please no! Please no!” she wailed, in a full panic. Her pleas were shut off as Halaema began pushing a feeding tube into her mouth and down her throat. “You have to push it in far, past her esophagus,” Halaema explained in a sad, trembling voice, to the observing attendant slaves. It seemed she would now be instructing the new attendants, by demonstrating on Tilvial.

Tilvial continued making incoherent whimpers and thrashing in the rack. “Bring out two studs!” an orc shouted and Tilvial let out a dismayed wail. It had all happened so fast! Now she was about to suffer her greatest nightmare. She could not believe this was happening. The thing she dreaded more than anything. She wished she had just stayed in the fuck pit. That was a much better fate than this!

Halaema gently touched Tilvial’s cheek. “I am sorry,” she whimpered softly. She turned to the observing attendant slaves. “The breeding potion goes right in the feeding tube. This one is being dosed with the modified potion,” she explained and she opened a vial of breeding potion and dumped it into Tilvial’s feeding tube. It flowed down the tube and down Tilvial’s throat into her belly. Tilvial was sobbing as she continued bucking and straining against the breeding rack. She knew what was coming.

Halaema circled around to Tilvial’s rear. “When they are to be bred, you have to use your mouth and tongue to get their vaginas nice and wet and ready for breeding,” she said. A moment later, Tilvial felt Halaema’s face pressing between her ass cheeks and then her tongue lapping at her sex. Tilvial shook her head and wailed through the feeding tube again. Despite her terror and distress, the tongue lapping at her sex made her quickly aroused. The warm tingle in her loins turned to a stead roar and she could feel her juices oozing down her thighs. The hormones in her body worked against her, making her aroused in spite of how scared and devastated she was. The face pulled away.

“Alright get her bred,” an orc said. As Tilvial felt something begin to slide into her pussy, she screamed. She knew it was the penis of a stud. The stud buried his cock into her fully and then began thrusting. Each slap of his hips against her ass caused renewed wails from Tilvial. Not from pain; the sensation was pleasurable in her aroused state, but from the knowledge that she was being inseminated. She knew that each thrust brough the stud closer to orgasm, and his seed would spurt inside her. And that soon she would be pregnant and forced to carry to term a baby that she would never get to see or hold, that would be killed or raised a slave. Even if this one did not impregnate her, the next would. Or the next. Or the next. There was nothing she could do to avoid being bred.

The stud grunted and stopped thrusting sand Tilvial started sobbing again. No sooner had the stud pulled back and his cock slide out of her that the next one was in place. His cock was pushed inside Tilvial and he began thrusting away, earning renewed sobs from the camp’s newest broodmare.

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Eshenesra was dragged from the former capitol building and down the street by one of the orc guards. She was taken to the center of the city. In it were thousands of elf maidens, all chained into coffles. They were all being taken to Ulylthemar, the orcs’ new slaving hub. Some would be kept in the city to serve the orcs there and perform labor. Others would be kept in the fuck pit there. But most were being sent to Ulylthemar. Eshenesra was chained into the back of a coffle. She looked around but did not see her daughters. It was unsurprising given how many elf maidens were here. Towards the back, all Eshenesra could see were the naked backs and rears of thousands of elf maidens. All of them surely as devastated and terrified as Eshenesra was to be driven away in coffles, away from their city, to begin the rest of their lives in miserable slavery. Orcs began slashing at the coffles with whips. “Get moving sluts!” an orc shouted. The coffle Eshenesra was in began to move forward and she was forced to walk

Orgzul watched as the slave coffles began moving, beginning their journey to Ulylthemar. He turned back to his troops. “Orcs!” he shouted. “You have served he horde well! We have destroyed their two standing armies. We have sacked two major cities. We have collected thousands of ears and thousands of elf cunts to take back with us! They will write stories about the victories we have accomplished!” Orgzul raised his sword and roared and his troops joined him. After the roars quieted, Orgzul continued. “But the work is not done! While some of the lesser clans will start sacking the undefended regions of this kingdom, we are part of the army that will crush the kingdom’s last defense. We move on to this kingdom’s capitol city! We will crush their defenses there and take back with us the vast spoils of a rich elven city! And most importantly, we will add thousands of elf cunts to our slave herd, and thousands of elf ears for our necklaces!” The orcs roared again. “March!” Orgzul roared and his troops began moving forward. The march for Kaalhone had begun.

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Miriella moaned as Hagger thrust into her from behind. Her moans were muffled, as her face was buried in Laerdya’s ass. She was eating Laerdya’s ass to give Hagger a show while he fucked her from behind. The orc and two elves were on the bank of the stream. Hagger had taken them out there to bathe him, though as of yet, they had not done any bathing; Hagger had yet to even get in the water. First, he wanted to celebrate capturing or killing the so-called Demonesses by fucking two former elven princesses. And because the Demonesses’ threat was gone, he could finally roam around again without bodyguards, which had been emasculating to the proud orc chieftain.

Miriella switched between tonguing Laerdya’s ass and licking her slit, her own arousal quickly building as the orc’s thick cock pistoned in and out of her slick cunt. Indeed, she had already climaxed once, drenching Hagger’s cock in her juices and she was fast approaching another orgasm. But then Hagger groaned loudly as he climaxed. Miriella was disappointed that Hagger had climaxed before she could cum again but was pleased that he had found pleasure by using her cunt. In giving him pleasure, she had served her core purpose as a slave, which always made her content.

Miriella felt a tug on her hair and she pulled her face away from Laerdya’s ass. Laerdya let out a protesting whimper and pushed her ass up, longing for Miriella’s tongue to be lapping at her sex or ass again.

“Alright, slut, get back to camp and find some work to go,” Hagger commanded Laerdya.

“Yes, Master,” Laerdya replied and she picked herself up and started to head back to camp.

“And you, bathe me,” Hagger commanded Miriella. He waded into the water and Miriella followed. Hagger sat down so that the water was up to his chest and Miriella started to bathe him. Hagger closed his eyes, relaxing as Miriella washed him. Miriella was leaning down, washing Hagger’s cock when suddenly he bellowed in pain. She looked up and her eyes widened in shock. An arrow was sticking out of his shoulder. Hagger roared and stood up, throwing Miriella off of him. The next arrow caught his throat, cutting off his roar. He grabbed his throat as blood began pouring from the wound. Miriella looked around in confusion when suddenly she heard splashing. She turned and saw an elf maiden charging into the water brandishing a long dagger. Hagger did not have any weapons. He turned, looking at his weapons and clothing on the shore and, one hand still clutching his throat, he started to move in that direction.

He did not make it. Jeardra reached Hagger before he made it to the shore and began hacking at him with her dagger. Hagger let out a gargling scream as he fell into the water. Soon, the water was clouded with his blood. The orc’s dead body floated in the cloud. Miriella stared in complete shock as Jeardra turned to her.

“Come with me, I can help you escape from here. Where are you from? I can take you back to your family,” Jeardra said softly.

Miriella stared at Jeardra, still in shock. After a moment, she finally shook her head and spoke. “I cannot go back,” she whimpered. “I am not who I once was. I am a slave now. This is where I belong.”

“This is not where you belong. I am sure you have friends and family who miss you. Who will help you heal from the terrible ordeal these monsters have put you through,” Jeardra replied.

Miriella shook her head again. “No, I can never go back,” she whimpered. She stared down at Hagger’s lifeless body and then back at Jeardra. “You should get out of here quickly. I will give you a few minutes before I call for help. Whatever direction you head, I will tell them I saw you headed in the opposite so that you can get away.”

Jeardra gave Miriella a sympathetic look. She debated whether to leave this poor elf maiden here, whose mind had clearly been shattered by the cruel treatment of the orcs.

“Please, you should stab me. Make it look like I was attacked too, so they do not think I did this. Please!” Miriella said, fear in her voice.

Jeardra saw the fear in her eyes. She nodded and then stepped forward. “This is going to hurt but you will heal obviously,” she said, and she plunged the dagger into Miriella’s shoulder.

Miriella cried out in pain but after a moment she looked up again and gave Jeardra a grateful look. “You should go,” she said softly.

Jeardra nodded and started to depart. She had killed the orc leader here. It had come at a tremendous loss though. All her comrades were now captured or killed. She did not know what she was going to do next. She knew that this area of the Forest would soon be teeming with orcs looking to kill or capture her. Especially now that she had killed one of their leaders.

“Wait,” Miriella called and Jeardra turned back.

“What kingdom are you from?” Miriella asked her.

“I was originally from Argothrond. The city of Salelenor, before the orcs destroyed it,” Jeardra replied.

“Can you deliver a message to my father?” Miriella asked her.

Jeardra looked curiously at Miriella. “Who is your father?”

“King Vamir,” Miriella replied, and Jeardra’s eyes widened when she realized who she was talking to. “Tell my father that the orcs know about the tunnels into the capitol. They are going to try to use them to take the city.”

Jeardra nodded and then turned to depart again.

(The End of The Tale of Orgzul; to be continued, in The Tale of Kordoth...)