The Tale of Agdug: Part 2 – Thasinia is Processed

Thasinia whimpered through her gag as the latest orc fucked her. Her arms were bound behind her back and she was lying on the dirt below a tree, completely helpless as the orc roughly fucked her, his cock driving mercilessly in and out of her sore pussy. She thought back to a couple weeks prior, when the orcs had first sacked Enyanahil and she had been raped the first time. How shocked she had been. Now she had been fucked and degraded by so many different orcs that she had lost count. But each time she was fucked, she was repulsed and dismayed to have such a vile creature thrusting into her.

Nearby, a handful of other elf maidens from Enyanahil were also being ravaged. Thasinia and the other elf maidens had been driven by whip in slave coffles for a couple weeks now, after the orcs had sacked their city. There were more than 6,000 elf maidens being transported, by a couple hundred orcs. With so many slaves for only a couple hundred orcs, most of the elf maidens were fortunate, at least relatively speaking. When the orcs stopped to rest for the night, only a small handful of elf maidens were pulled from the coffle to be ravaged. The rest got to sleep. But Thasinia was almost never so lucky. She was incredibly unlucky, because one of the orcs transporting the new slaves was the orc that had claimed her, an orc named Mulummok. Every night, he was eager to pull his new property from the coffle and fuck her, and then offer her to his orc comrades. Mulummok liked to brag that he was “generous” and he always offered his property to be fucked by the other orcs. For poor Thasinia, it meant she was pulled from the coffle almost every night to be gangraped.

All of the slaves from Enyanahil were exhausted, sore, and miserable. They were forced to walk all day. Most of the slaves in the coffle were forced to transport the orcs’ supplies on their backs, as well as loot that the orcs had taken from Enyanahil. But most got to lie on the ground and sleep during the night. Not Thasinia. She was fucked all night and only got to sleep if she passed out in the middle of being fucked.

Thasinia closed her eyes and tried not to cry. Her pussy was chafed and sored, as was her ass. She was exhausted and she prayed she passed out soon. She knew that she only had a few hours before she was put back in the coffle and the orcs continued their journey to transport the new slaves. She knew she needed to rest and recover if she was going to travel in the slave coffle for another long day and avoid being whipped for slowing the coffle down.

The orc thrusting into her groaned and she felt his cock throbbing inside her as the orc’s seed spurted into her womb. The orc pulled out of her body and Thasinia closed her eyes and sank into the dirt, crying softly. Almost immediately she felt another orc grabbing her hips. He flipped her onto her belly and she felt his cock begin to push into her sore, swollen pussy. Thasinia moaned in dismay through her gag as the orc began thrusting into her. “Doesn’t she have a nice cunt?” an orc called out. It was Mulummok. The orc fucking Thasinia grunted in response. “You should try her ass; it’s even tighter,” Mulummok added. Thasinia wondered how many orcs would fuck her before the night was over. She just wanted it to stop. She wanted this all to stop! She didn’t want to be a slave! How could this be happening to her? Thasinia couldn’t hold back anymore. She started to sob loudly. Both Mulummok and the slave fucking Thasinia ignored her distressed state. Thasinia wallowed in her misery as the orc pounded away. Thankfully, she passed out soon after.

………………..

King Vamir and Queen Velatha stood with General Rhothomir on the ramparts of the wall of Kaalhone, staring at the massive orc army encamped outside the city. The orcs were almost 2,000 yards away, well out of range of the elves’ archers and ballistas. Thankfully, the elves defenses had kept the orcs at bay so far, and the orcs had not yet attempted a massive assault. The orcs had tried a few small charges, likely to test the elves’ defenses, but they had quickly retreated before they were mowed down with arrows and bolts from the elves’ ballistas.

“Our engineers inspected the tunnel from our side. They believe it completely collapsed where we laid the explosives and the orcs in the tunnel suffered a total loss,” Rhothomir reported. “Based on the reports we received from our scouts, we believe it was at least a couple thousand orcs, and likely several thousand.”

“So that bought us time, but how much time?” Velatha asked.

“If the orcs try a frontal assault, our defenses will hold, and the orcs would suffer devastating losses,” Rhothomir replied.

“But the orcs haven’t tried it. What are they waiting for? What else could they be planning?” Vamir asked, grimly.

“They could be planning to lay siege to try and starve us out, but we can outlast them,” Rhothomir replied.

Vamir nodded. “I will order everyone in the city to start rationing just in case.” The city had large food supplies and the ability to sustain the population for some time with farming from within the walls. But the city was currently exceeding its capacity. In addition to the 125,000 regular residents and citizens, they had added almost 25,000 additional soldiers stationed in the city to defend it. And nearly 40,000 refugees had flooded to the city before the orcs had closed in and shut off any passage to the city. “But surely the orcs know our ability to withstand a siege. So, what else could they be planning?”

“We are of course on high alert for any orcs or goblins trying to infiltrate the city and sabotage our defenses. Whatever, they attempt, our defenses will hold and we will prevail,” Rhothomir confidently proclaimed.

Velatha reached out and grabbed Vamir’s hand, squeezing it. She knew that the life of her husband and the freedom of her daughters and her depended on General Rhothomir’s optimistic prognostication. “What is the news on what is happening in the rest of the kingdom?” she asked. “Perhaps that is the orcs’ plan. To keep us holed up here while they plunder the rest of the kingdom.”

Vamir frowned and answered before Rhothomir could. He had received the reports daily. “The situation in the kingdom is not good. The orcs have razed many towns and cities and captured numerous refugees.”

“Is there nothing we can do for them?” Velatha asked, anguish in her voice.

“They are baiting us to send our warriors out from this city to engage them,” Rhothomir replied. “If we do, it is suicide. We cannot defeat an orc army of that size in open battle. And if they decimate our army we have within the city, then we will likely not be able to hold the city if the orcs assault it.”

“You say they are baiting us, but the ‘bait’ is our citizens who they are murdering and enslaving,” Velatha said. “Surely we can do something?”

“I will send word to the other kingdoms. Perhaps our victory against the orcs who tried to assault the city through the tunnel will embolden one or more of the other kingdoms to come to our aid,” Vamir said.

But he frowned and stared at the massive orc army facing them. He suspected that their clever trap would not be enough to inspire the other kingdoms to assist. And he was crushed with guilt that he was helpless to protect the rest of his kingdom. He would have gladly given his life to protect them. But that was not the choice he faced. Instead, by sending his army out from the city, he would risk surrendering the life and freedom of every elf within the city, nearly 200,000 of them. Including his wife and daughters. And tens of thousands of other wives and daughters.

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When Thasinia was shaken awake by an orc, she found herself once again locked in one of the slave coffles. After she had passed out, the orcs had apparently locked her in the coffle after they tired of fucking her. She was towards the front end of one of the coffles. Because she was removed at night to be fucked, Thasinia usually ended up chained into the front or back of a coffle. That morning, she had awoken to find herself towards the front of a coffle, with only a small handful of elf maidens in front of who had also been pulled from coffles to be fucked the night before. It was the next morning now, which meant they would soon be driven by whip again to Ulylthemar. 

The slaves were fed and watered and then they were made to start walking again.  After only a few hours of walking, Thasinia’s blistered feet were bleeding again. Her feet never had time to heal from so much walking. As the day wore on, Thasinia’s throat was parched, her muscles throbbed, and she was exhausted to the point she felt like she would collapse. But the constant fear of being struck by a whip kept her and the other slaves walking. The air was filled with stink of sweaty, unwashed bodies as the slaves exerted themselves to keep going. Thasinia truly felt like a helpless animal.

As the day wore on, Thasinia saw a city on the horizon. She realized it was Ulylthemar. She had travelled there several times in her life, though not for several years. As the city grew closer, she began to fill with dread. From the talk of the orcs, she knew she was to be “processed” as a slave there and “broken.” And then she would be shipped off to the orcs’ alien world, never to see her home world again and to spend the rest of her life a slave. She started to cry. Her sobs mixed in with numerous other elf maidens in the slave coffle crying. All of them understood their fates in this city.

By the time they reached Ulylthemar, the sun had begun to set. As they reached the gates of the city, Thasinia’s terror only heightened. Gone from the walls were the flags of the Kingdom of Argothrond, replaced by orc banners. Outside the city walls, there were countless slaves being abused. Slaves were being whipped and fucked. Some were crammed into tiny cages or hung up on posts and being whipped. It was a nightmarish scene.

 

The slaves had been coffled together in groups of around 500. The coffle that Thasinia was in was towards the front of the slave caravan. The orcs halted them in front of the gate. Mulummok approached and roughly grabbed Thasinia by the hair. “I was given the fortune of escorting you to the slaving hub, my slave, but now that you are delivered, I must return to raping and pillaging,” he announced. “When I see you again, I expect you will be a well-trained little slut.” He pulled Thasinia’s face into his and roughly kissed her, biting her lip hard and then forcing his tongue into her mouth. As he kissed her, his hand snaked out and roughly groped her left breast, squeezing and twisting it. Thasinia did not resist or fight, and she parted her lips passively, letting him kiss her. She despised Mulummok but she had learned quickly that any defiance or outward showing of her hatred earned her a harsh whipping. Mulummok pulled his mouth from Thasinia’s and released her hair and breast.

“Move it, sluts, into the city,” an orc shouted. The coffle began to move again and Thasinia was lurched forward as soon as the elf maidens in front of her started walking. The coffle of slaves entered the gates of Ulylthemar. They were the first coffle of slaves from Enyanahil to enter into the city. The other slaves from Enyanahil, coffled in groups of 500, were held outside; each group would be processed one at a time.

Inside the city, all hands were on deck. There were over 6,000 new slaves so most of the orcs in Ulylthemar would be needed to process them. It was late in the day and they would likely be working through the night. With so many slaves arriving, Agdug would need to help out himself. He was looking forward to it. As the first coffle of slaves arrived through the gates Agdug started barking commands. “Let’s take them to get branded and collared,” he called out and some slavers began escorting the coffle through the city.

As Thasinia walked through the city, all around her nightmarish scenes were unfolding. Elf maidens were being ravaged and whipped and abused in all sorts of ways. She looked away and stared straight ahead. Seeing the naked and whipped back and ass of the captive in front of her was preferential to seeing the hell unfolding all around her.

When the coffle reached the center of the city, an orc shouted “Halt, sluts!”

The coffle stopped and an orc stepped up to address them. “Greetings, sluts. My name is Agdug and I am the head slaver overseeing this slaving hub. Today, you begin your new lives as chattel to the orc horde. You will give us your complete obedience and submission. You will dedicate the rest of your lives to serving orcs and giving us pleasure. You once thought yourselves high and mighty elves. You are now mere property. Chattel. Animals. Your entire value is largely dictated by how much we enjoy putting our cocks in your cunts and other holes. Your next few weeks in this slaving hub will not be a pleasant experience. We will break you and begin your training to make you fine little sluts. If you do not quickly learn what you are now, and if you do not strive to be obedient and pleasing little cunts, your hell here will be much, much worse. We will make sure you quickly understand that.” Agdug then turned to address his slavers. “Get these sluts collared and branded!” he commanded.

An orc stepped up to the first elf maiden in line and unchained her from the coffle. She was a younger raven-elf maiden whom Thasinia did not know. She was trembling and silent, her head down as the orc grabbed her. Unlike Thasinia, she did not have an iron collar around her throat. Only the slaves like Thasinia that had been claimed by an orc already wore iron collars around their throats. Those that had not been claimed only had temporary rope collars around their neck. The orc cut away the elf maiden’s rope collar with a dagger. He then used another piece of rope, which was marked with lines, to measure her throat. Once he had the measurement of her neck, he dipped his finger into a small bowl of ink and draw a number on her breast, signifying the measurement of her throat and the size collar she should get. He grabbed her arm and shoved her forward to another orc. There were rows of branding racks lined up, all with orcs waiting with heated branding irons. They wasted no time. The orc took the raven-haired elf maiden to the first rack, pushed her against it, and began strapping her down, tightening heavy leather straps around her waist, her shins, and her chest below her breasts to hold her firmly down against the rack. Three straps were tightened around her left leg to keep her thigh completely immobile, where she would be branded. Lastly, her wrists were strapped onto the board above her head.

Agdug was waiting next to a branding iron heating in a large bowl of glowing coals. He was looking forward to branding the first slave. He lifted the branding iron from the coals and inspected it, seeing that it was glowing red. Without any delay or fanfare, he pressed it against the elf maiden’s left thigh. There was a loud hiss as the searing metal touched her flesh and a second later, the elf maiden let out an agonized scream. She arched her back and bucked wildly against the straps holding her against the rack, but her thigh remained immobile as Agdug held the brand against her flesh for ten long seconds, the amount of times the orcs had determined was necessary for elves to prevent the brand from healing. Agdug finally lifted the branding iron away from her thigh. The elf maiden sank down against the rack and sobbed loudly from the agonizing, searing pain.

Another orc stepped over to her. Following him was naked elf slave, pushing a cart full of iron collars. The orc examined the number on her breast and then called out, “Size 3!” The elf maiden bent down and grabbed a collar from the cart and then held it out for the orc. He took it and then grabbed the sobbing raven-haired elf maiden by the hair, yanking her head away from the rack so he could slip the collar around her neck. He closed it shut, and it locked automatically. The first slave was branded and collared. Another orc unstrapped her from the rack, attached a leash to her collar and yanked it. “Come, slut,” he growled, and the young elf maiden stumbled as she was led away.

As the first elf maiden was being branded, the orcs were moving down the line of slaves, pulling them from the coffle, measuring their necks, and then dragging them to the branding racks to be branded. Some went to the branding rack screaming or sobbing in panic, others desperately pleading with the orcs, and others with resigned silence. But all of them screamed when the brand was seared into their flesh. Soon, more and more screams rang out as the elf maidens were branded.

Thasinia began to smell smoke and burnt flesh. She watched in horror as each of the elf maidens in front of her in the coffle were collared and branded, one by one. Then she was next and an orc stepped up to her. He unchained her from the coffle. “This one is already collared!” he called out. He grabbed Thasinia by the collar and pulled her close. He started reading out loud the name and number on her collar. “Mulummok Axestorm, 1-3-6-6-5-0!” he called.

Having gotten to brand the first slave, Agdug had returned to his supervisory role. He was holding a paper scroll and as the orc called out the name and number on Thasinia’s collar, he scanned the scroll, looking for the name and number on it. He found it, and skimmed what it said, then called out, “The owner of this slut has requested that his chattel receive the standard brand on her thigh, and he wants her pierced, with four rings in each ear, and her nipples and clit.

An orc grabbed Thasinia’s arm and dragged her forward. She knew she was going to be branded but was just now learning she would be pierced too. It was further reinforcement that she was a mere animal now whose body could be marked or altered however her owner pleased. Thasinia was pushed down onto a branding rack and strapped in. She shook her head and whimpered, “Please no.” She saw an orc next to her holding a branding iron in the coals and as soon as she was secured on the rack, he stepped over to her. “No… please no…” she repeated but the orc ignored her and pressed the iron to her thigh. She heard the sizzle of her flesh a split second before the searing pain hit her. Thasinia screamed in agony as she bucked against the rack. She smelled the odor of her burnt flesh and the pain continued stabbing into her as the orc continued pressing the brand to her thigh. Finally, he pulled it away, but the pain did not relent, still hitting her in intense waves, and Thasinia wailed and wailed, gasping for breath. She stared down at the ugly red mark on her thigh, which she knew would scar her and forever mark her as a slave.

As Thasinia stared at the ugly, blistering, red and white mark on her thigh, she barely noticed when another orc stepped over to her. He grabbed her ear and then suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her ear lobe. She realized her ears were being pierced. The pain barely registered compared the agonizing pain she felt on her thigh. The orc pierced the lobe with a needle and then stuck a gold ring through the hole. He did this three more times, giving her four piercings up the length of her ear before her circled around and began piercing her other ear.

Though the pain was comparatively minimal, being pierced only reinforced for Thasinia that her body was no longer her own and these orcs could do with it as they pleased. Tears poured down her cheeks, both from the still intense, searing pain she felt deep in her thigh and sorrow and fear at what was happening to her.

The orc next began pinching Thasinia’s nipple, and this brought her attention back to what was happening. The orc pinched her nipple again and again until it stiffened. Then he took his needle and pressed it against the sensitive little nub. The needle was long and thick and as he began to push it through her sensitive nipple, Thasinia let out a sharp cry. The orc withdrew the needle and immediately placed another gold ring through the hole. Then he moved onto the next nipple and Thasinia felt another sharp pain as her remaining nipple was pierced and then ringed. She stared down sorrowfully at the rings now hanging from her nipples, a degrading sight.

But the orc was not done. He orc crouched down and slid his hand up between her thighs and used his fingers to part her labia. Still locked into the branding rack, Thasinia could not close her legs and was helpless as the orc took his other hand and began circling his finger over her clit, massaging it. Thasinia shook her head weakly. “No, please no,” she whimpered. The orc ignored as he continued playing with her clit until it began to swell. The orc pulled his hand away and grabbed a pair of metal pliers. Using the pliers, he clamped onto Thasinia’s clit and pulled it stretching it. Thasinia cried out again from the painful pinch. The orc picked up a needle and quickly pierced her clit, passing it through, causing a pained howl from Thasinia. He pushed a small ring through the fresh hole. Thasinia stared down at the new piercing as the orc began to unstrap her from the branding rack. She was pulled up from the rack and shoved over to another orc. A soon as Thasinia was removed, another elf maiden was pushed down on the rack. It was her turn to be branded. The orc attached a leash to Thasinia’s collar and began to drag her off. Thasinia’s leg was in such pain that she limped, barely able to hold herself up.

The orc took her down the street until they reached an open square in the city with rows and rows of whipping posts. After being branded, the elf maidens from Enyanahil were being whipped.to help reinforce for them how vulnerable and helpless they now were. When Thasinia saw the elf maidens being whipped and heard their cries, she froze, and the orc had to yank her leash to force her to keep walking. “Come slut, it is always important for a new slave to experience her first whipping at the whipping post, so she understands what awaits her any time she fails in her duties,” the orc growled.

“Master, please, I have already experienced being whipped, when we were made to dig the pit in our city, and to keep us moving when we were transported here, and my owner whipped me if I was not pleasing,” she whimpered.

“You have experienced being whipped but not the whipping post, slut,” the orc growled. “And it matters not. You better start getting it through your stupid slave brain that we can do with you what we please, when we please. You just earned yourself 10 more lashes, slut.”

Knowing her pleas would only earn her more suffering, Thasinia fell silent. As they approached the rows of whipping post, she watched in horror at the elf maidens that had been branded before her being whipped. Each whipping post consisted of a four-sided vertical wooden timber, 8 feet high, with a set of manacles affixed near the top of each side of the post. The posts allowed four different slaves to be chained to it and whipped at the same time, and Thasinia was taken to an open spot on one post, where two other slaves were already being whipped. The first was the young, raven-haired elf maiden who had been the first to be branded. She was pressed against the post, tears pouring down her cheeks, a look of shocked disbelief on her face as an orc stood behind her and lashed her back and ass with the slave whip. Each time the whip struck her flesh, she thrashed against the post and let out an anguished cry.

The other elf maiden being whipped was a blonde, who looked a little older than the raven-haired slave. Thasinia recognized her from their city but did not know her name. As an orc lashed her back and ass with a whip, she screamed in pain and thrashed wildly, trying to turn her body away from the whip biting into her flesh, lurching to the left and the right, stamping her feet and tugging at the chains holding her wrists high above her head. In between her pained cries and thrashing, she was begging for mercy, begging for the orc to stop whipping her, but the orc showed her no mercy.

Thasinia was pushed against one side of the wooden post and the orc roughly yanked her arms up above her head and affixed the manacles to them. The orc pulled his slave whip from his belt. He pressed the handle of the whip to her lips. “Kiss the whip, slave,” the orc commanded and a humiliated Thasinia complied, pressing her lips to the handle of the whip and kissing it. The orc pulled the whip way from her lips, stepped back, and raised the whip high. Thasinia closed her eyes and braced herself against the wooden post, preparing to feel the cruel bite of the whip. A split second later, the orc let the whip fly. There was a loud crack of leather against flesh and Thasinia felt an explosion of pain across her back. She screamed in agony, pressing against the wooden post harder and thrashing her body wildly. Before she could recover, the whip struck her again across the back and Thasinia let out another pained wail. Her back felt like it was on fire. The pain was not as intense as being branded but was still agonizing. The whip struck her again, this time across the ass, and Thasinia danced wildly, thrashing and bucking, desperate to escape the fierce sting of the whip that scorched her tender flesh. The orc began whipping her over and over until Thasinia’s pained screams were unbroken, mixing with the screams and cries of other elves being whipped and the sound of the leather cracking against their flesh.

After 35 lashes, the orc stopped. When the whipping finally ended, Thasinia was hanging limp from the chains holding her wrists and was sobbing uncontrollably. The orc pressed himself against Thasinia’s shaking, sweat-soaked body and grabbed her head yanking it back against him and growling in her ear, “Now you know how helpless and vulnerable you are, slut.” He let his hand slide down her tender back and then he gripped her freshly-whipped, welted ass, squeezing it, causing her to cry out in pain. “What are you, slut?” he growled.

“A slave!” Thasinia cried.

“Louder, slut!” the orc growled.

“I am a slave, Master!” Thasinia wailed. The orc started to slide his hand down her ass cheeks and between her thighs and Thasinia instinctively closed her leg and tried to pull away. The orc growled in anger and picked up his whip and swung it, bringing it hard across Thasinia’s ass cheeks over and over. Thasinia howled in pain and thrashed against the chains holding her to the post.

“A slave always keeps her thighs apart! A slave never tries to prevent access to her cunt!” the orc growled. He dropped the whip again and once again slipped his hand between Thasinia’s thighs. This time she did not try to close her legs or pull away. The orc pushed a finger and then two into her pussy. He began thrusting them in and out of her sex. “Hump my hand slut. Get your cunt wet like a good little slut, or I will whip you again.”

Terrified of being whipped again, Thasinia began grinding and gyrating her hips, humping the hand that was finger fucking her. The orc continued fingering her until he felt her cunt beginning to grow slick. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and shoved them in front of her nose. “Smell your aroused cunt, slut? This is the cunt of a proper slave. Not some prim and proper elf bitch. Now you smell what you truly are.”

He reached up and unlocked the manacles holding Thasinia’s wrists and she collapsed onto the ground on her belly. The orc reached down and grabbed her hips, yanking then up so that her ass was jutting up in the air. The orc crouched down behind her and used his hands to part her thighs wider. A moment later, Thasinia felt his cock pushing into her sex. The orc groaned, enjoying the feel of her cunt squeezing against his thick cock. He rammed his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt into her and then he began thrusting hard. Thasinia lifted her face up from the dirt. She saw that the other two elf maidens that had been whipped at her post where now also on all fours being fucked from behind. This was apparently part of the process. All around her she heard the cracks of whips, the cries of elf maidens, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as other elf maidens were whipped or fucked. She closed her eyes. She understood fully now what she was. And she knew she would do whatever was asked of her, no matter how humiliating or degrading, anything to avoid the whip again. She had given up any hope of freedom. She accepted she would be a slave and would strive to be an obedient and pleasing one.

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

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