The Tale of Kordoth: Part 5 – The Rape and Pillage of Enyanahil

Thasinia braced herself against the door of her home, as an orc slammed into from outside, trying to break it in. Each time the orc slammed into the door, Thasinia lurched forward, almost falling before she fell back and desperately pressed against it. She could hear the door creaking and cracking each time the orc slammed into it. Thasinia knew it was inevitable that the orc would get through this door. But she desperately braced herself against it, if only to prolong for a little bit the horror that awaited her and the other elf maidens inside her home.

Thasinia was from Enyanahil. The orcs had attacked the city that morning. It had been only a couple hours since the orcs had attacked, and they had already overwhelmed the city’s defenses. They were now attacking homes. As the orc slammed into the door again, Thasinia stared at the frightened faces of the young elf maidens huddled together inside her home. She did not even know most of their names. They were refugees who had arrived in Enyanahil the day prior, desperately fleeing the approaching orcs. The city had taken them in, and Thasinia had agreed to house some of them. When the orcs arrived, the male refugees she hosted had left to help with the defense of the city. They were likely dead now, along with any other males in the city who had tried to fight against the orcs.

The refugees had only come to Enyanahil as a last resort. First, they had tried to cross the border between Kingdom of Argothrond and the Kingdom of Senadorei but soldiers from Senadorei had blocked their entry. Orcs had sent messages to Senadorei, warning them that if they gave refuge to any elves from Argothrond that the orcs would invade them next. Terrified by that warning form the orcs, Senadorei had sealed off the border and was not allowing any elf from Argothrond into the kingdom. Thasinia had herself learned this a few days prior, when many of the elves of Enyanahil had tried to flee their city and take refuge in Senadorei, but had been turned away. The only easy way into Senadorei was the road that had been blocked by the Senadorei soldiers. Most of the border was blocked by mountains and it was a treacherous journey to try to cross them. So, the elves of Enyanahil were forced to return to their city, and pray that the orcs did not come there. But their prayers had not been answered. Thasinia knew that she was doomed, along with all of the other residents of Enyanahil and the refugees they had taken in.

The orc smashed into the door and the hinges creaked and then snapped and the door collapsed in, sending Thasinia crashing to the floor. She heard terrified screams of the elf maidens inside and then the roars of orcs as they poured into her home. Thasinia’s screams joined the chorus of the other screaming elf maidens when hands suddenly seized her and pulled her out from under the ruins of her door. She suddenly felt herself being dragged from the home. She kicked and failed as she was dragged out onto the street. More orcs began dragging out the screaming refugees. Thasinia wailed in anguish as orcs began tearing off her clothing, ripping it away in shreds.

 

A moment later, Thasinia was pushed onto the ground on her hands and knees and then her face was smashed into the ground. She started thrashing wildly as she felt a pair of hands roughly grabbing her hips. A second later, she felt a sharp, burning pain as an orc forced his cock inside her vagina. She screamed as the orc began roughly thrusting into her, violently taking her. She turned her head to the side, away from the ground, and through her tear-blurred eyes, she saw the refugee elf maidens being pinned on the ground like her and ravaged. Right next to her was one of the few of the refugees for whom she knew the elf maiden’s name: Minuvae. Minuvae had red hair like Thasinia’s and could have passed for being Thasinia’s younger sister. As an orc began raping Minuvae, whose wailing joined the chorus of others, Thasinia realized they would now likely spend the rest of their lives as slave sisters. Terror overwhelmed Thasinia as she was ravaged, and it sunk in that she was about spend the rest of her life being brutally ravaged by these monsters.

Kordoth watched, pleased as his orcs made quick work of the elves of Enyanahil. It was the biggest city they had taken to date, and even had walls, albeit wooden ones, giving his clan a chance to participate in what resembled a real fight. But the orcs had quickly breached the walls and overwhelmed the city’s defenses. There appeared to be well over 10,000 elves in the city. The orcs would leave with a large bounty of slaves.

Kordoth watched as a group of his orcs were ravaging a group of elf maidens they had pulled from a home. They were all young but one was a little older than the others and she had been wailing, but now lay limp, a defeated look on her face as an orc thrust into her from behind. The others were younger, some so young that they were not being ravaged, but were being bound to send away to a camp for child slaves. The rest were being ravaged, some screaming or sobbing, others shocked to silence as they were roughly introduced to slavery. Kordoth glanced down at his feet where Itireae was leashed and kneeling, watching the scene unfold in front of her. Tears were in her eyes. Kordoth yanked at her leash. “Slave, you were serving a queen who was all too willing to doom the other elven kingdoms to this fate. You even came to deliver a message to the orcs to help that happen. Now that you are seeing it yourself, it is too much to bear?”

Itireae’s head dropped. Her voice trembling and filled with shame, she whimpered, “I did what I had to in order to keep me and my family safe.”

Kordoth chuckled. “Well, it seems you doomed yourself to share the same fate as these elf cunts from Argothrond. But if it is any consolation, you ending up a slave at my feet, rather than making it to our horde’s War Chieftain, may very well save your family from sharing in your fate.   At least for longer than they would have otherwise had.” He turned to an orc and handed off Itireae’s leash to him. “Put this one to work. And when you are done fucking these other new slaves, put them to work too. We are going to make this city a base, to block off elves from this kingdom to avoid fleeing to the adjoining kingdom. Have these elf cunts start digging a fuck pit in the middle of the city.”

The orc nodded and took Itireae’s leash as Kordoth departed. He waited as, one by one, the orcs finished ravaging Thasinia and the refugees she had kept in her home. They were hauled to their feet. “Come sluts, lets get you shovels and put you to work.” He began to lead the new slaves away.

………………..

It was the next day. Thasinia was struggling to remain standing as she continued digging. She and a bunch of the elf maidens had been forced to work through the night digging the fuck pit. Her back stung fiercely from being whipped by orcs that were supervising them working. Fear of the whip kept her going but she felt like she was about to collapse. She was starving and her throat was parched. Her only hydration since being put to the task of digging had been some water she managed to suck from the mud as they dug into the earth.

Beside Thasinia, similarly struggling to continue working, were Itireae and the young elf maidens who had taken refuge in Thasinia’s home. And they were joined by dozens of other elf maidens who had been put to work digging the fuck pit. By the next morning, it was quite deep. The orc’s decided it was deep enough. They carried down a few troughs, which had once been for livestock in the city, and filled them with water and slave gruel.

“Eat and drink, sluts,” an orc called and Thasinia, Itireae, and the others crowded around the troughs. As the slaves ate and drank, orcs lowered ladders into the fuck pit and began climbing down. The fuck pit was finished. It meant the slaves in it were available to be fucked.

As Thasinia hungrily slurped up slave gruel, an orc suddenly grabbed her by her hair and yanked her away from the trough. A moment later, she found herself on her hands and knees, with orcs roughly fucking her mouth and pussy. Soon, all of the new slaves in the fuck pit were being fucked.

From above the pit, Kordoth watched as the fuck pit slaves were brutally taken. He smiled, seeing Itireae sandwiched between two orcs being roughly fucked. He had decided it would do his new slave some good to spend a few weeks in the fuck pit. It would help to break her and strip away any remaining independence or dignity she had. Kordoth turned to Kraregg, who was standing beside him. “I want you to oversee this city being converted into a base. I will be gone for a few weeks.”

“Yes, Chieftain,” Kraregg replied. “I wish you good fortune on your journey and may it reap you and our clan many benefits.”

Kordoth nodded. He would be departing that night for Alyoshara for a secret meeting with Queen Thaconia. Kordoth would be travelling through the mountains into the Kingdom of Senadorei and through that kingdom into Alyoshara. He was travelling with only a small handful of guards and hoped to travel without being seen by any elf. Any elf that spotted them would have to be killed. It was critical that he was undetected by any elves and also that no orcs, save for Kraregg and a small handful of other orcs from his clan he knew and trusted. If elves found him travelling through Senadorei, he knew they would try to kill or capture him. And he knew that Grimnor or his allies would seek to kill him if they learned he was in secret talks with Thaconia.

As Kraregg and Kordoth discussed his plan, an orc approached them. It was one of his soldiers, Mogrel. “Chieftain, we bring you a gift,” he announced. Kordoth smiled. Mogrel had been one of the orcs he had sent to capture the escaped daughter of Fildarae.

Mogrel led Kordoth and Kraregg through Enyanahil to the edge of the city. There, Grulnamub was waiting with a young, blonde elf maiden. Ynaselle was seated on a rock, her wrists bound behind her. Her knees were together but when Mogrel, Kordoth, and Kraregg approached, Grulnamub kicked Ynaselle and she quickly parted her legs wide.

“I present to you Ynaselle, Chieftain,” Mogrel announced.

Kordoth looked down at the young, trembling elf maiden. He turned then to Kraregg. “She is yours,” he told his lieutenant. “A royal slave for my most loyal of officers.”

“Thank you, Chieftain,” Kraregg said, and he hurried over to Ynaselle and yanked her up by her hair. He began inspecting her, running his hands all over her body. He shoved her forward and, with her wrists bound behind her back, she was unable to brace herself and she crashed face first into the ground. Kraregg grabbed Ynaselle’s hips and pulled her up, positioning behind her, eager to fuck his new slave. As Kraregg lined up his cock at Ynaselle’s slit and drove his hips forward, impaling her, Kordoth asked him. “Will you keep this one here or send her to Ulylthemar to be trained?”

“I will have some fun with her for a few hours but then send her to Ulylthemar,” Kraregg responded over Ynaselle’s loud cries as he began thrusting into the sobbing elf.

“Enjoy your new royal slave cunt,” Kordoth said to Kraregg and then he turned to Mogrel and Grulnamub. “Good hunting orcs. Go enjoy some of the new slave cunt in the fuck pit. Or there is plenty of other new slaves here in the city to sample before we send them off to Ulylthemar.”

Kordoth departed. It was time to select a few trusted guards to travel with him. It was time to travel to his secret meeting with Queen Thaconia.

………………..

Thasinia lay limp in the mud at the bottom of the fuck pit, lurching forward each time the orc slammed into her as he thrusted away, using her body for his pleasure. She did not make a noise. Her eyes were glazed over. Thasinia was in a state of shock. She had been fucked nonstop for hours, always by at least one but sometimes even two or three orcs at the same time, suing two or trhee of her orifices at the same time. As soon as orcs got done fucking her, one or more took their place.

At the moment only one orc was fucking her, roughly driving his cock in and out of her sore, swollen pussy. Another orc stepped in front of her and roughly grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. She assumed he intended to use her mouth. “This one has red hair,” he said excitedly. He looked to the orc fucking Thasinia from behind, and said, “When you are done fucking this one, I am claiming her. Gonna have her sent to Ulylthemar to be trained.” The orc fucking Thasinia nodded and a moment later he groaned as he climaxed. As soon as he was finished, he pulled out of Thasinia’s limp body and lumbered off, to exit the pit and resume his duties. The orc holding Thasinia’s hair yanked her up. “Congratulations, slut. You avoided being kept here in the fuck pit. You are now my personal property.” He turned and called out, “Brother, I found my redhead!”

Another orc appeared. He was holding Minuvae by the arm. She could barely stand. She was covered in besides and mud and orc cum. It appeared she had been used just as hard as Thasinia. “I found my redhead too,” the orc said. “Let’s get these sluts locked in one of the coffles heading to Ulylthemar.” The orcs began to drag Thasinia and Minuvae from the fuck pit.

………………..

The orcs roared and clanged their weapons against their shields. It created a deafening noise, loud enough that all of the elves manning the walls of Kaalhone were sure to hear it, even from their distance. Grimnor’s forces had amassed in front of the city’s southern wall, a thousand yards back, out of range of the elves’ bows and ballistas. It was the dead of the night but the orcs were carrying touches. The elves would see the thousands of torches and would hear their roars. It was meant to drive fear in the hearts of the elves. It was also meant as a distraction. The elves would assume the orcs were getting ready to mount their assault here. But Grimnor’s forces were merely a distraction. Almost two miles away, Grakam had led several thousand orcs to the foot of the Belledurn Mountain, straight to the east of the city. It was there that the exit to the secret tunnel from Kaalhone was located. A secret tunnel that been built to allow elves to escape the city. Except now the orcs would use it to sneak into the city. They would attack the elves manning the walls from behind and force open the gate so that Grimnor’s forces could charge inside.

Grakam had been in the vicinity of Kaalhone for days now with a large contingent of the rocs’ cavalry. They had ridden ahead of Grimnor’s main forces to ensure that no elves could try to flee the city. But now that Grimnor’s forces had arrived, Grakam had relinquished command over the cavalry to Urzkhal. Now he had a new critical mission. Leading the assault through the tunnels. Goblins had located the hidden exit to the tunnel based on information they had gathered from interrogating captives. The door had been concealed with wood and earth but the orcs had removed it. They slid the door open.

“On the other side of this tunnel will be the orcs’ greatest victory in decades!” Grakam bellowed. “Show no mercy on the other side. We will make our way to the wall and slaughter its defenders!” He charged into the tunnel and his forces poured in behind him.

The tunnel was long, almost two miles. It was pitch black but the orcs lit lanterns as soon as they were inside. They were eager to reach the other side and begin their slaughter. They raced through the tunnel in a frenzy. In the orcs frenzy, and in the dim light of the tunnel, they did not notice the barrels of explosive powder concealed along the ceiling of the tunnel.

The elf soldier Mathienne watched from her hiding spot as the last of the orcs poured inside the tunnel. For several days, she had been hiding in a crevice a couple hundred yards up the mountain from the exit of the secret tunnel. She had been waiting for this moment. As soon as the last of the orcs disappeared in the tunnel, Mathienne ignited an arrow. Taking her bow, she shot the arrow into the sky. A distance away, in the direction of Kaalhone, another group of soldiers were waiting for Mathienne’s signal. As soon as they saw the fire arrow streaking through the sky, they shot another fire arrow into the sky. This one was close enough for the elves manning the walls of Kaalhone to see. They knew the orcs were in the tunnels.

Grakam raced through the tunnel. He was filled with blood lust, eager to get to the other side and begin the slaughter. He guessed they had made it halfway through the tunnel by now. Halfway to glory! Suddenly there was a blinding flash and a deafening roar. A massive shockwave struck Grakam smashing hum into the tunnel wall. He was stunned for a second but as he looked around in the dim tunnel, he saw fire and carnage all around him. The mangled bodies of dead orcs. The mangled bodies of living but injured and mutilated orcs, who were screaming in agony. It was then that Grakam noticed the stump where his arm had once been. He heard another loud roar. He looked up as the ceiling of the tunnel collapsed, sending down earth and rock onto the orcs. It was the last thing Grakam ever saw.

(The End of The Tale of Kordoth...)

Epilogue:

Queen Thaconia walked past the reinforced gate and entered the fortress. It was a fortress on the edge of her kingdom, at the border Alyoshara shared with the kingdom of Senadorei. It was the dead of night. Hardly anyone in her kingdom knew she had travelled here, save for a few of her guards that had travelled with her. The fort was old and in disrepair for decades. It had been abandoned years ago. It was the perfect place for a surreptitious meeting. Thaconia entered the fort with her guards in tow. Her brother, Prince Hastios was inside, alone.  She had sent him first before she risked arriving.  “Our guest is in the basement,” he said and he led Thaconia to the stairwell. Thaconia stopped at the doorway, and glanced down the stairway, dimly lit with lanterns. “All of you wait here. I will go alone,” she announced to both Hastios and her guards. Thaconia headed down the stairs. At the bottom was a door and she pushed it open and stepped inside to find a single orc.

“Queen Thaconia, I presume?” Kordoth said.

Thaconia nodded. “And I assume you are Kordoth Tuskthunder of the Dread Tusk Clan.”

“I am indeed. I thank you for meeting me, Queen,” Kordoth said. “I gather by your presence you are interested in hearing my offer for us to work together?”

“I came to hear your offer. I am not interested or disinterested, for I know not what you are offering,” Thaconia said.

Kordoth smiled. “I am offering you something that you clearly are desperate for. A way for you to preserve your rule. And to save you and your daughters from slavery. I assume you are desperate, given the fact that you surrendered your own sister and cousin to slavery in an effort to secure those protections.”

“I made certain sacrifices to try to avoid bloodshed between your horde and my kingdom, and to secure safety and security for my kingdom,” Thaconia said.

“You characterize your goals as being selfless and noble. It is a shame. That is not the sort of leader I am looking to align with. I am looking for one guided by self-interest.” Kordoth said. “But we both know you are the exact sort of elf that I am looking for.”

Thaconia studied Kordoth. “And why is it exactly I should align with you? You are the chieftain of but one clan in your horde. And you yourself said that the orc horde’s most powerful leader, the War Chieftain Grimnor, will never make a deal with me or any other elf. So, what can you even offer me?”

“Grimnor is a fool who will gladly sacrifice the lives of countless orcs because of his foolishness and his pride. There are others who might lead the horde who are more pragmatic. Who might be willing to make a deal with someone like yourself to acquire the slaves they need but minimize the sacrifice the orcs must make to acquire them.”

“It seems I am not the only one trying to disguise their own self-interest and ambition under the cloth of serving the greater good,” Thaconia said. “So let us dispose with the good intentions. What is it that you purpose?”

Kordoth smiled. He liked this elf, at least as much as it were possible to like an elf. “You made an offer to Grimnor that if we spared your kingdom, you would help us against some of the other elven kingdoms and to acquire the slaves we need. If I or someone I can control is put in charge of the horde, I can see that such a deal is reached with you,” Kordoth said.

“I did make such an offer, but that was many months ago. I made it more than once in fact. But that was before your horde failed so spectacularly in taking the capitol of Argothrond. Or maybe you have not yet heard?”

“I received the message just yesterday,” Kordoth replied. “Grimnor survived but many orcs were lost. It has likely left his stature in the horde injured. It will help to put new leadership in charge, who is willing to make a deal with you.”

“The fact that your horde is struggling to take Kaalhone makes me think making a deal with you might be unnecessary,” Thaconia said. “I made my offer when you seemed strong. Now it has been shown that the orcs can be beaten.”

“Do not mistake one setback by the orcs for a victory for the elves. I have already discussed how much of a fool Grimnor is. But there are many, many orcs pouring into your world every day. We will eventually take Argothrond. And then we will start taking other kingdoms. It is only a matter of time before we come for yours. Your messages imply you are confident you can defeat us. But if you were that confident, you would be working with the elves to vanquish us from your world. Not making secret deals with the orcs that would betray your fellow elves.”

“I am confident that we would defeat you, but that does not preclude me from avoiding risk,” Thaconia said. “But I am still not clear what you are proposing. You say that if you or someone you control takes over the horde, that a deal can be made. But how exactly do you plan to gain control of the orc horde. The fact that you have sought to meet with me implies you think I can help you somehow in this endeavor, and would be willing to do so.”

“You are half right. I know you will be willing to work with me,” Kordoth said. “The time will come that the orc horde attacks your kingdom. And then the only thing preventing your destruction and enslavement will be me. I can help set up Grimnor to fall in a trap. I can give you the information you need to destroy him. I cannot attack Grimnor’s forces. But your army can, if I set him up for defeat. But where you are wrong is I do not yet know whether you can actually help me. And that is the big question. You claim your kingdom is the most powerful. But most of Argothrond fell so easily. Why should I believe you have the power to repel an orc attack or crush Grimnor?”

Thaconia smiled. “Well, we have a much larger army that is better armed and better trained. But I have a quicker way to show you. Perhaps it is time we take a short journey to one of our temples. It is time you saw the powerful magic of our Kingdom’s sorcerers and sorceresses.”

Kordoth smiled. “Lead the way, my dear queen.”

(The End of The Tale of Kordoth; To be continued, in The Tale of Agdug...)

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