The Tale of Agdug: Part 1 – The Slaving Hub at Ulylthemar

Agdug was making his rounds, checking in on the various operations at the orcs’ slaving hub at Ulylthemar. Sometimes, he missed the days when he was a simple slaver with a smaller operation and could focus all of his time and efforts on breaking, training, and selling slaves himself. But Agdug had a stellar reputation as a slaver, able to turn the most defiant female human slaves, be they peasants, soldiers, queens, or any other sort, into submissive and slutty and obedient slaves. That stellar reputation, along with the fact that he was from Grimnor’s Blood Fangs Clan and a close ally of the War Chieftain, had caused him to rise through the ranks and take on larger and larger slaving operations, where he often spent more of his time supervising slavers than actually slaving himself. Agdug’s rise through the ranks had culminated with him being placed in charge of the slaving hub at Ulylthemar.

For now, almost every elf maiden captured would be processed in Ulylthemar before being sent through the portal from Elevosia into Aegor. The raiding and pillaging of Argothrond was going well, at least outside of the capitol. Every day, hundreds, and often times thousands of new slaves arrived in Ulylthemar. It meant that the orc slavers had to be efficient in processing, assessing, breaking in, and training the slaves. They did not fully train all of the slaves, but they wanted to break or train them enough that they could be transported without difficulty to Aegor. Agdug had hundreds of slavers under his supervision here. In addition to the slavers, there were several thousand orc warriors in the city, who served a dual role: they guarded the city and were there to protect it in case any elf forces attacked, and they were also there to fuck the slaves and help break them into submission. It meant that often times, Agdug spent most or all of his day supervising those working under him rather than getting to break and train the slaves himself. But he tried to do some hands-on slaving whenever he could find the time. Slaving was his passion, not just his job.

Today, Agdug was overseeing the slavers’ efforts at breaking in the more defiant or troublesome slaves, or the “Slow Learners” as Agdug called them. Some of the Slow Learners were actually defiant. Others did not really have a defiant streak, but desperately clung to their honor or virtue, and resisted becoming the submissive little sluts that they were expected to be as slaves. Others were caught trying to escape. Others were really just true slow learners. For most such problematic slaves, the solution was easy. They would be shipped off to a labor camp. But for those that had already been claimed by an orc, an orc who expected his slave to be an obedient slut when her training was done. And there were others deemed particularly alluring or attractive, such that the orcs did not want to waste them in a labor camp. So, rather than shipped off to a labor camp, these slaves would be segregated from the other slaves and more aggressive tactics would be used to break them in.

Agdug stopped first at one of the processing stations, where new arrivals were first processed. There was a long line of new arrivals, and pained screams rang out as they were branded. Agdug moved bast the intake line to see one of his slavers, Brokhul, who was there dealing with some new arrivals that had already been flagged as Slow Learners, either because they had tried to escape, or had shone some sort of defiant or disobedient streak, when they were captured or were being transported to Ulylthemar. Brokhul had already separated out those deemed to not to be pretty enough to be worth the trouble. They had been removed and would be very viciously broken and then after they were completely shattered, they would be sent straight to labor camps. But what remained were a couple dozen prettier elf maidens. These would be the Slow Learners that the orcs would work hard to break so they could be conditioned into fine slaves.

The slaves’ status as Slow Learners was easily identifiable because their wrists and necks were locked in slave yokes and they were gagged. They had all been recently-branded and many were crying; it seemed that having a hot brand sear their flesh had already done much to break them of their disobedience. The slaves were all kneeling on the ground at Brokhul’s feet. Brokhul glared down at the slaves, annoyed to see some of them were kneeling with their legs together.

“Sluts, you always kneel with your knees apart and your thighs spread wide, so that your orc Masters can always see your cunts!” he snapped. He raised his whip. This was enough to make most of the new slaves quickly part their thighs. However, one brunette did not, and she glared up at Brokhul. The slave apparently did not yet understand that her cunt, and the rest of her body, was now orc property. She would need to be corrected of that misunderstanding. Brokhul stepped in front of her and brought his whip down hard across her breasts. The slave was gagged but she let out a muffled wail and fell to the ground. Brokhul did not stop. He laid blow after blow up on her flesh, savagely whipping her over and over, until she was thrashing around on the ground, screaming through her gag. The other slaves watched, horrified, and many of them parted their thighs even wider. Agdug nodded in approval at Brokhul. It seemed like most of these new arrivals would get on the right path pretty quickly and the orcs would not need to resort to harsher methods.

Agdug eyed a young, pretty redheaded elf maiden who was next to the brunette slave being whipped. The redhead’s eyes were wide with terror as Brokhul continued savagely whipping the brunette. Agdug stepped over to the redhead and pulled her gag from her mouth. “And what did you do to displease your orc Masters, slut?” he growled.

The redhead looked up fearfully at Agdug. “When we were being transported here, my sister and I tried to escape after we were removed from the coffle to collect firewood when we had stopped for a rest,” she whimpered. Her voice trembled as she spoke. She clearly regretted her past error.

“An unwise decision, slut,” Agdug said. “Will you be an obedient little slut now or do you want to end up like her?” Agdug said, gesturing towards the howling brunette, who was still screaming and thrashing around as she was whipped.

“I will be a good little slut,” the redhead whimpered.

“Prove it,” Agdug said, and he stuck his boot out between the slave’s parted thighs. “Hump my boot. If it is not glistening with your cunt juices before Brokhul stops whipping this insolent slut here, you will be whipped too.”

The redhead stared, horrified, at Agdug’s boot.

“Now slut!” Agdug snapped. The redheaded elf maiden quickly scooted forward and straddled Agdug’s boot. She began to grind her crotch against it. She started slowly at first but quickly increased her pace, grinding her sex hard against Agdug’s boot. She closed her eyes and her cheeks reddened with humiliation as she humped away.

Finally, Brokhul stopped whipping the brunette. She lay limp, sobbing weakly. It meant that time was up for the redhead. Agdug pulled his foot away from the brunette and examined his boot. There were a few streaks of fluid on his boot but it was not glistening as he had commanded. “Whip this one too,” Agdug said casually to Brokhul and the redhead wailed in fright as Brokhul stepped over to her. He raised his whip and a second later there was a loud crack of leather against flesh and then a pained scream. Agdug watched as Brokhul disciplined the wailing redhead, and noticed another redhead on the other side of the brunette who had just been whipped. She was crying as she watched the first redhead being whipped, and Agdug noticed the resemblance between the two redheads. He stepped over to her. “Is that your sister, slut?” he asked her.

The second redhead looked up and eyed Agdug fearfully, and nodded and whimpered, “Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to be whipped like her?” Agdug asked her.

“No, Master,” the slave whimpered.

“Then lick my boot clean, slut,” Agdug sternly commanded.,

The slave did not hesitate. She leaned in and began gliding her tongue up and down Agdug’s boot, cleaning off the juices deposited on it by her sister. Agdug let her lick the boot until Brokhul was done whipping her sister. He pulled his boot away. “Continue teaching these insolent sluts some manners,” Agdug instructed Brokhul and then he departed for his next stop as he made his rounds for the day.

Agdug walked through the city until he reached a large stone building. It was where the newly-arrived Slow Leaners would end up if they did not quickly prove themselves obedient and pleasing. The building had once been the city’s jail when it had been controlled by the elves. Now it was a dungeon where the orc slavers used particularly harsh methods to break slaves. All slaves that arrived in Ulylthemar were broken before they could be conditioned and trained into slavery. But the dungeon was where the orcs were particularly brutal in their methods. No slave wanted to end up here.

As soon as Agdug stepped inside, he heard the loud cracks of whips and the pained screams of elf maidens. There were numerous slaves chained up against the wall, all being whipped by orc slavers. Agdug walked through the room into a smaller room. Inside were two of his slavers. The first, Ogrus, was whipping the backs and asses two slaves, a redhead and a brunette, who were chained up facing the wall. The whip he was using was much longer and heavier than the standard slave whip Brokhul had been using. Brokhul. It was a much more vicious device. The elf maidens screamed in agony as Ogrus whipped them, and they pressed their bodies hard against the wall, trying in vain to escape the whip that tore into their flesh.

Agdug continued over to the other orc slaver, Lugrmul, who was seated. “How is breaking these sluts going?” he asked.

“Good,” Lugrmul said. “They were both defending their city when they were captured. But they were volunteers and were not soldiers.” Agdug nodded. After being harshly broken, warrior elf maidens were sent straight to labor camps or occasionally a breeding camp, since they were deemed to be too high a risk for any other form of slavery. But elf maidens who were not professional soldiers who nonetheless took up arms against the orc invaders did not automatically get sent to labor or breeding camps. They were usually sent here for harsher breaking than other elf maidens received, to ensure they would be fully compliant and submissive. Such was the fate of these two.

Ogrus stopped whipping the pair of slaves. Both fell limp against the chain holding them up by the wrists, blooding dripping down their backs and asses. Ogrus unchained the brunette and dragged her over to Lugrmul.

Agdug looked the slave up and down. She was by no means ugly but there was nothing exceptional about her either. She was on the younger side, and was skinny with small breasts. Perhaps her face was normally prettier, but was scrunched up in agony at the moment. She was just pretty enough to have avoided being sent to a labor camp right away. Agdug knew she had better prove herself the submissive little slut quickly, or she would simply be sent to a fuck pit or labor camp. The orcs had so many slaves coming in now, they did not have to waste time with sluts that were not exceptionally beautiful.

“Will you be a pleasing and obedient slut?” Lugrmul asked the slave.

“Yes, Master! Please do not whip me anymore! I will be a good little slut!” the slave whimpered in between her sobs.

Ogrus pushed the slave over to Lugrmul. “Prove it, slut!” he growled.

Lugrmul was naked and he pointed to his erect cock. “Ride my cock, slut,” he growled. The slave hurried over and climbed onto his lap. She took his cock in her hand and positioned her sex over it and sank down so that his cock impaled her. The slave began gyrating her hips, bouncing up and down. “Squeeze down on my cock with your cunt! Milk my cock slut! Your entire focus should be on giving me pleasure; that is your sole purpose now.” Lugrmul barked at the slave, instructing her.

While the first slave was riding Lugrmul, Agdug looked over to the other slave, the redhead, who was pressed against the wall and sobbing. Blooding was still running down her back and ass from where she had been whipped. Agdug stepped over to her and reached out, roughly grabbing her ass. The redhead let out a pained squeal as her tender, whipped ass was grabbed.

“What are you slut?” Agdug growled.

“This slut is a slave, Master,” the elf maiden whimpered weakly.

And what is your purpose?” Agdug asked her.

“This slut’s purpose is to serve her orc Masters and give them pleasure with her holes,” she whimpered. Agdug nodded. She seemed to be coming along well. Agdug released the slave’s ass and wiped his hand on her hair to wipe off the blood. Then he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, so that he could examine her. The slave had nice curves and ample tits. With her fiery red hair, she looked quite stunning. She might be given a little more time than her friend to be broken in before the orcs grew impatient and tossed her in a fuck pit or sent her to a work camp.

Agdug reached down and forced his hand between the slave’s thighs, shoving a couple fingers into her cunt. She was quite dry down here. It was unsurprising, given that she was new to slavery and had just been savagely whipped. But it was unacceptable nonetheless. Agdug pulled his hand away from the slave’s cunt and grabbed her chin. “How will you give pleasure to your orc Masters with a bone-dry cunt, slave?” he growled.

“I... I am sorry, Master,” the slave cried.

“You will be if your cunt is not slick soon,” Agdug growled. “Watch your friend riding orc cock. Hopefully that will turn you on. If your cunt isn’t dripping by the time Lugrmul here cums, then you will be whipped even more savagely, both your front and back.” He turned to Ogrus. “Give her 100 lashes if her cunt is not dripping when Lugrmul is done. Agdug glanced over at the other slave who was bouncing up and down on Lugrmul’s cock as she rode him. Lugrmul’s eyes were closed and he was groaning. The redhead would not have long. He looked back at the redhead and with her hands chained above her head she could not pleasure herself with her hands. Instead, she was rubbing her thighs together with her eyes closed. Desperately trying to grow aroused and get herself wet. Agdug knew she would fail. Here, in the dungeon, the slaves were usually set up to fail. She would not avoid the whip, and that was the point.

Still, Agdug decided both slaves were coming along well. He decided to continue on. On the other side of the room was a door. Agdug opened it to reveal a stairwell leading down. As soon as he opened the thick metal door, loud, agonized screams could be heard coming from below. Agdug could tell by the piercing screams that the necessary work was being done down there. The basement below was where particularly problematic Slow Learners went, those that did not quickly improve. It was also where slaves who had committed egregious acts of disobedience were sent down for harsh punishment. Agdug headed down the stairs. In the basement, a handful of slavers were giving their attention to a couple dozen slaves, who were attached to various torture devices. The pained screams of the elves echoed through the room. Slaves in the basement underwent the most brutal methods of torture and breaking. Elves were durable and they would survive. But sometimes their minds completely shattered. If they did, they would simply be sent to a fuck pit or labor camp. If their mind survived, they would leave the basement with an attitude adjustment and would be good slaves. They would not leave the basement until one of those two results was achieved.

Some of the slaves were being whipped. Blood sprayed across their tortured flesh every time the whip slashed them and they screamed n agony until their voices gave out. The slavers down here were using the orcs’; most vicious form of whip, even harsher than the ones being used upstairs. The whip was set with bits of iron embedded in the leather, and was traditionally used to whip a human slave to death for an egregious crime. But for the more durable elves that healed, it was an effective form of punishment or to break the most insolent slaves.

Not all of the slaves were being whipped. Others were strapped down on tables or torture racks and various forms of torture was being inflicted on them. The goblin Gnarlug had shared with the orcs his newly-devised torture method of plunging needles coated in diluted basilisk venom into the sensitive parts of elf maidens. One poor slave was receiving that torture method. She was strapped own on a table and her breast and labia looked like pin cushions, with so many needles sticking out of them. She was not moving and her eyes were closed and Agdug thought perhaps she had fainted from the pain. But as an orc leaned down and used his fingers to slowly retract her clitoral hood, exposing her clit, her eyes shot open. “No, please…” she cried, knowing where the next pin was going, and her plea turned to an agonized scream when the orc plunged a venom-laced needle into her clit. Her back arched against the straps holding her down on the table and she began bucking in agony as her screams echoed through the room.

Agdug next turned to watch a half dozen elf maidens perched on wooden horses. Most were crying out from the intense pain as the sharp wood dug into their sexes, but a couple were slouched limp and unmoving, their minds broken for the moment. One was begging to be taken down, her words almost incoherent as her body weight forced her sex to bear down on the sharp wood. But as an orc approached with a whip, it was clear her session was not over.

Agdug did not stay in the basement long. It was clear the orcs down here were doing their jobs. He did not relish in watching slaves being brutally broken. He was not sadistic; this was merely a means to an end, to break these elves so they could be molded into fine slaves. Agdug headed back upstairs. As he passed Lugrmul and Ogrus, he saw that they were both whipping the brunette and redhead; both slaves had apparently failed their tests, as expected.

Agdug headed out of the dungeon. As he stepped outside, an orc was dragging two slaves over.

The first slave, a brunette, was gagged and had a defeated look on her face. But the other one, a very pretty young blonde, was ungagged and was angrily protesting. “You can’t do this to us! We are not animals! You cannot treat us like this!” The orc, a slaver named Bolush, backhanded the slave hard across the face, sending her crumpling to the ground. “These two cunts were reported by some of their slave sisters for plotting an escape,” Bolush reported.

Agdug smiled. It was disappointing that these two slaves had plotted an escape. But it was good news to learn that others had reported them. It meant those slaves understood and accepted what they were and they were loyal and obedient.

“What were they planning?” Agdug asked.

The blonde was lying on the ground still stunned, but Bolush pulled the gag from the brunette’s mouth. “Tell him, slut.”

Fearfully, the brunette whimpered, “We were on work detail, repairing a wall in the city and we tried to convince the others to try and slip out of the city and run,” the slave whimpered.

“And how long have you been here, you disobedient slut?” Agdug asked.

“A… a few weeks, Master,” the slave whimpered.

“Then you should know better than to try to escape, chattel.” Agdug growled. He turned to Bolush. “Don’t let me delay you, take them straight to the basement,” he instructed Bolush. “And if they don’t quickly shape up, sent the brunette to a labor camp and have the blonde assessed; she may be pretty enough to go to a breeding camp.” This news woke the stunned blonde up from her stupor. “No! Please Master, I will be a good slave!” she wailed. It seemed fear of being sent to a breeding camp had stripped the elf maiden of her defiance. Agdug knew a few hours or days in the dungeon basement would finish the job. Bolush nodded and grabbed the blonde slave by her hair and hauled her to her feet. He dragged them inside.

Agdug continued making his rounds, inspecting other areas of the slaving hub.

………………..

Urzkhal walked through the orcs’ war camp until he found Grimnor, who was standing alone, glaring at the walls of Kaalhone off in the distance. Urzkhal approached and stood next to him. He was silent for a while but then finally spoke. “We were unable to dig into the tunnel. It appears the whole thing has collapsed.” For the past several days, Urzkhal had been leading the efforts to try and open up the collapsed tunnel to find any survivors. But they had been unable to. There had been almost 4,000 orcs in the tunnel, led by Grimnor’s likely successor as leader of his clan, Grakam, and they were all presumed dead, after the elves had detonated exploding powder through the tunnel. At this point, even in the unlikely event that there were survivors trapped in the tunnel, they would have died of dehydration or would soon enough, and Urzkhal knew there was no way to get to them in time. “We will avenge them, War Chieftain,” Urzkhal said. “They will come to regret their trickery. They will pay dearly for it.”

Grimnor nodded, but said nothing. The fact was, he was not sure how he would take the city. They had taken plenty of other elven cities now but had advantages in those attacks that had allowed them to do so. The element of surprise. Weaker walls or sparse defenders manning them. Or the ability to sabotage the defenses from within. Kaalhone’s walls were thick and 50 feet high. They were manned by thousands of well-trained soldiers. And the orcs’ plan to sabotage the elves’ defenses had collapsed with the tunnel.

Grimnor was now faced with two options, neither of which was appealing. He could launch a frontal assault against the city and try to breach the walls. Even if the orcs succeeded, their losses would likely dwarf what they lost in the tunnel. And the chances of success seemed slim to none. The city had way more defenders than any of the cities they had taken previously, all of them trained soldiers. Any time the orcs tried to charge towards the wall, they were met with volley after volley of arrows. The elves even had massive mounted crossbows mounted on their walls, which the goblins reported that the elves called “ballistas,” that were capable of making quick work of the charging orcs and their battering rams.

Taking the city by force seemed impossible. So alternatively, Grimnor could lay siege to the city and starve them out. But the goblins reported that the elves had ample supplies, and the ability to grow food within the walled city. The orcs might not be able to ever starve them out and if they could, it might take years.

So, neither of Grimnor’s options to take the city was a viable option. But to give up taking the city was also not an option. It would mean that the orcs that had been slaughtered in that tunnel would not be avenged. And it would suggest that Grimnor’s forces were weak and this might embolden the elves, in particular, the other elven kingdoms who were surely watching the war between the orc horde and Argothrond closely, and deciding whether to sit back or take on the orcs themselves. And even more worrisome, any sign of weakness or defeat would embolden Grimnor’s rivals on the orcs’ Council of the Horde. Grimnor had already started hearing rumors that some of the clans were starting to have doubts about the current strategy given the major losses the orcs had suffered, capitalized by the disaster in the tunnel. Grimnor had to find a way to take Kaalhone. The orcs chances of conquering Elevosia and Grimnor’s continued rule over the orc horde depended on it.

Finally, Grimnor said to Urzkhal. “Send word the clans that are raiding and pillaging to start sending us slaves here. It sounds like we will be here a while, so we should get a more permanent camp set up and might as well get a big fuck pit dug for the orcs to use. We may not be able to take this city right away. But as long as we have their only remaining army trapped in this city, the rest of the kingdom is ours to take. Send word through the portal to send more orcs. We can raze this entire kingdom and take every elf cunt in it while these cowards remain holed up in their fortified city.”

Urzkhal nodded and started to depart, but then Grimnor stopped him. “I also need you to focus on finding out how the elves learned of our plans to take the city through the tunnel. They must have known for them to have set up that trap,” he said to Urzkhal.

“Yes, War Chieftain,” Urzkhal replied and then he departed. Grimnor turned again to glare at the walls of Kaalhone, consumed by his desire for revenge and to conquer this adversary.

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

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