The Tale of Agdug: Part 3 – Fildarae is Broken

As Agdug approached the orc whipping the slave, he heard her pained cries as the whip struck her breasts. The orc, a slaver named Olfirg, was not holding back. He was whipping her very hard, and her entire body below her neck, front and back, was covered in angry red welts, and cuts where the whip had broken her skin. Agdug had instructed his slavers to break this slave very hard. Her name was Fildarae and she was former elf royalty, a baroness. The orcs viewed royalty they captured and enslaved as being particularly in need of a hard breaking, to strip them of the dignity, nobility, and honor that had been ingrained in them all of their lives. On top of that, Fildarae had been claimed by Kordoth Tuskthunder, a member of the orc’s Council of the Horde and a powerful chieftain of the Dread Tusk Clan. He had sent her to Ulylthemar to be molded into a fine slave and before she could be trained and molded, she would have to be completely broken first. Because of her status as royalty, and as the property of an orc clan chieftain, Agdug was personally supervising her breaking.

Fildarae sobbed as Olfirg lashed her breasts over and over. She was shaking her body, desperately trying to shield herself from the painful whip. But tied to the whipping post as she was, she could not shield any part of her body. The whipping post was simple in design, two wooden posts embedded into the earth a few feet apart, with rope securing her wrists and ankles to the posts, to hold her arms out and away from her body and her legs parted wide so that an orc could whip any part of her body that he chose.

Olfirg lowered the whip for a moment. “Shall we pause and see if your cunt is wet, slave?” he asked. Fildarae dropped her head in defeat and started to sob. She knew that her cunt was not wet. There was nothing arousing for her about being painfully lashed over and over. 

But that was the object of this little exercise. It was designed for her to fail. Olfirg had told her that as a slave, she was expected to always be an eager little slut with a wet cunt. So, he would whip her repeatedly and then check her cunt. If she was not wet with arousal, which she never was during this exercise, then Olfirg would whip her again, and the process would repeat itself. He had been doing this for hours. Fildarae cried softly as Olfirg stepped over to her and forced his hand between her parted thighs and roughly shoved a couple fingers into her pussy. “Still not wet. What an insolent little cunt,” Olfirg growled. “Perhaps whipping your cunt will encourage you to be a good little horny slut.” Olfirg stepped back and set down his whip, then picked up a flogger, which was much better suited to whip a slave’s cunt. Fildarae continued sobbing but she did not bother to plead for mercy. She knew by now there would be none.

Olfirg swung his arm upwards, aiming the flogger between Fildarae’s legs and with a loud slap, the leather strands connected with her sex. She lurched forward and let out an agonized wail, desperately straining against the ropes holding her legs spread, trying in vain to close her legs and protect her sex from further lashes. But, of course, she could not close her legs. Olfirg whipped Fildarae’s pussy again and then again when Agdug stepped forward. “How is this slut coming along?” he asked.

“Insolent slut refuses to get her cunt slick and ready to be fucked,” Olfirg growled. Agdug reached down and cupped Fildarae’s sex, causing her to wince in pain as his hand pressed against the tender flesh that had just been lashed with the whip. “Is this true, slut?” Agdug said calmly.

“Please Master, I am trying to be a good slut,” Fildarae whimpered. “I am in so much pain; it is impossible for me to be aroused.”

“An obedient slave is always in a state of arousal; always ready to be fucked, for that is her only reason for being kept alive,” Agdug said sharply. He turned to Olfirg. “I will take over the breaking of this cunt for now. This insolent cunt can’t get aroused while she is punished. But I will show mercy and will give her another chance. If she can grow aroused in service, perhaps she can avoid more whipping.” Olfirg chuckled and then departed. He knew that whatever service the slave was tasked with, it would not likely be something that would allow her to easily get aroused, and she would suffer more punishment. That was the point; they would break down this once-proud elf so they could rebuild her into being the perfect slave.

Agdug untied the rope holding Fildarae’s limbs and attached a leash to her collar. He began to drag her away. He took her a couple blocks to an open square where the orcs had set up rows of “fuck racks,” or pillories that a slave could be locked into in a bent over position so she was easily accessible to be fucked. There were hundreds of fuck racks, and most had an elf maiden locked in them and an orc positioned behind her, fucking her.

Like Fildarae, most of the slaves in the fuck racks were being broken. Many had spent hours or even days in their fuck rack, and when they weren’t in their fuck racks, they were suffering some more horrible form of punishment or torment. Only a few were crying out or struggling as they were fucked. Most were limp and silent in their racks, either too mentally broken or too exhausted to struggle or protest. But the sound of orc grunts and flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the square.

Agdug turned and faced Fildarae. “Would you like to be put back in a fuck rack, slut?”

Fildarae’s eyes lit up. “Yes, Master! Please” she begged. For days, Fildarae had spent almost every waking moment locked in either a fuck rack or a whipping post. And the fuck rack was much, much preferable between the two options. That was part of the design of the orcs’ breaking and conditioning of the former baroness. She was learning that being fucked was a much better fate than the other fates she could suffer as a slave, and it made her yearn to be fucked.

“Then beg for it, slave?” Agdug snapped, dropping her leash.

Fildarae quickly fell to her knees and then bent forward pressing her face into the dirt next to Agdug’s feet with her arms outstretched in front of her, to signify her complete submission. She turned her head to the side, pressing her cheek into the ground so that she could talk and started begging. “Please Master, this slave begs to put in a fuck rack,” she whimpered. She leaned her head forward and began planting kisses all over Agdug’s boots to further signify her submission, before she started begging again. “Please Master, this slave begs to be fucked!”

“Is your cunt wet, slut?” Agdug asked.

Fildarae closed her eyes. “No, Master,” she whimpered.

“An orc has no interest in chafing his cock in a dry elf cunt,” Agdug growled. “But if you can’t be of use getting fucked, then we can put you on cleanup duty. Crawl and follow me,” he commanded and he picked up Fildarae’s leash and turned and walked towards the rear side of one of the rows of fuck racks. A defeated Fildarae began to crawl along, following along, trying to keep up so that Agdug did not have to tug at the leash.

When they reached the elf maidens, Agdug reached down and unclipped the leash. He pointed to the rear of an elf maiden who was currently not being fucked by an orc. “Clean up all the cum from her holes using your mouth and tongue,” he growled. “If you can’t be an enjoyable fuck then you can make sure these sluts are nice and clean for the next orc that fucks them.” Orcs had no qualms about using a slave that had been fucked by other orcs. They were not grossed out with fucking the hole of a slave that was filled with cum of other orcs. Even when they left this slaving hub and ended up back in Aegor, most of the slaves would be fucked all day before they got any chance to bath or clean themselves. But the point of this exercise was not to clean the slaves. It was to humiliate Fildarae and strip her of more of her dignity.

Fildarae looked up at the rear of the elf maiden. She could not see the elf maiden’s head, which was placed through one of the slots of the pillory. But she could see the rivulets of cum flowing from her swollen orifices and down her ass and thighs. Fildarae was disgusted with what she had been commanded to do. But she did not dare refuse. It was still better than going back to the whipping post. She sat up on her knees and pushed her face in between the elf maiden’s parted thighs and began lapping at her slit, slurping up the cum that coated it.

Agdug watched as a humiliated Fildarae first lapped up the cum coating the outside of the elf maiden’s sex. When she had licked up all the cum, she moved her face down and began licking the globs of cum from her thighs and ass cheeks. “You better get every drop of cum from her holes,” Agdug commanded sternly and Fildarae pushed her face in deeper and stuck her tongue inside the elf maiden’s pussy, swirling it around, lapping up the cum. As she began sucking and slurping away, trying to suck up all the cum, Agdug smiled. He knew that only a few weeks ago, this former duchess would have never imagined herself performing such a demeaning task. And in a few weeks, she would do so without the slightest bit of humiliation and shame. And a few weeks after that, she would crave doing it.

As Fildarae lifted her face higher and pushed her tongue into the elf maiden’s ass, Agdug said, “I am going to leave you here. Clean up every hole of ever elf maiden in this row of fuck racks. And offer to lick clean any orc’s cock after he is done fucking one of these sluts.” Agdug turned to depart. He knew he would not have to chain Fildarae up. He knew she would not dare try to run. She knew by now there was no escape.

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Screams rang out as orcs rampaged through the city of Tasyinor. It was the latest city in the kingdom of Argothrond to be pillaged by the orcs. With Argothrond’s only remaining army pinned down in the capitol that was under siege, more orcs had poured through the portal to invade and sack the defenseless kingdom.

The Burning Blade Clan, led by its chieftain, Omgum Boldsword, was sacking Tasyinor. The city had little defenses and had not put up much of a fight. The bodies of male elves were strewn all over the streets and elf maidens were being ravaged on the street while others were stripped and dragged away to be coffled.

Omgum emerged from a home with a stripped, flailing, sobbing elf maiden over his shoulder. She had been in a home with a male, who Omgum had swiftly killed. Then he had taken the elf maiden. He had no idea if the dead male elf was her father or husband or brother. It mattered not. Now she was a slave and her past life was irrelevant. Omgum had stripped the elf maiden in her home and then given the new slave her first slave rape. Now it was time to take her to be coffled. All of the elf maidens in this city would be heading to Ulylthemar to be processed.

As Omgum carried off his captive, he saw another stripped elf maiden crawling weakly on the street. He could tell she had been well-ravaged from the cum oozing from her swollen sex and down her chafed thighs. There was already a collar locked around her throat, so Omgum knew she had been claimed as property by one of his orcs.

Sure enough, one of Omgum’s officers, Borgran stepped over to her and bent down and locked a leash to her collar. “Where do you think you are going slut!” he growled to the sobbing elf maiden. “On your feet. Time to take you to the coffle.” When he saw Omgum, Borgran grinned. “Got me a nice elf cunt, Chieftain,” he said.

Omgum nodded. He dumped his elf maiden to the ground in front of Borgran. “Take this one to the coffle too.” Omgum was about to head to another house to look for more captives when another one of his officers, Durbrul, approached. “Chieftain, we finally got through the door to the elves’ armory. You should see what we found inside.”

Omgum nodded and followed Durbrul. They walked through the street, passing numerous dead elves and orcs ravaging elf maidens, towards the wall on the edge of the city and to a large stone building. When Omgum entered the building, he saw a couple dead male elves that had been slain. They had been soldiers. There were also 3 female soldiers. Two were being stripped and bound. The third was already stripped and bound and she was on her belly, her ass raised, and one of Omgum’s soldiers was roughly pounding her from behind. “It is a shame you are a soldier; you have a nice, tight cunt,” the orc called down to her. “If you weren’t a soldier, I would keep you.” Since these three captives were soldiers, they would end up in a labor camp.

“These coward elves tried to hide in this armory but we got in. And inside we find this… it looks like some sort of advanced weaponry,” Durbrul said, pointing to a large wooden contraption.

Omgum looked at the strange wooden device. It was not like anything he had ever seen. Omgum stepped over to one of the elf maidens who was being stripped and bound. She was completely naked at this point and an orc was tying her wrists behind her back. Omgum grabbed her hair and yanked her head up to face him. “Cunt, what is that?” he asked, pointing towards the wooden contraption.

“A siege weapon,” the frightened elf maiden whimpered.

“And it was made here? Who made them?” Omgum asked.

The elf maiden shook her head. “No, it has been sitting in the armory forever. It has not been used in many decades, maybe even centuries. We did not make it,” the elf maiden said.

Omgum frowned. He reached out and gripped the elf maiden’s nipple between his thumb and finger and then twisted it hard, making her squeal in pain. “Are you lying to me, cunt?” he growled.

“No!’ the elf maiden cried through her sobs. “I heard it was made by engineers in Enyanahil.”

Omgum turned to Durbrul. “Interrogate these cunts and find out more about this weapon. It looks quite advanced. And send word to the goblins about it and see what they can learn.”

Durbrul nodded, and Omgum turned to head out of the armory. There was plenty more elf cunt to capture in the city.

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A few hours had passed since Agdug had dropped Fildarae for “cleanup duty” at the fuck racks, and he decided to check on her. When he returned to the fuck racks, he found her where he had left her. Her face was shoved in between the ass cheeks of an elf maiden in one of the fuck racks, and she was licking and slurping the cum away from her orifices.

Agdug stopped and watched Fildarae, waiting for her to finish her task. When Fildarae pulled her face away. Agdug called to her, “Kneel, slut!” and Fildarae turned and looked to Agdug and then quickly fell back and sat on her heels and parted her knees wide. Agdug stepped over to her. Her mouth. nose, and chin were covered in orc cum. Her eyes were filled with tears, and shame. “Have you done a good job cleaning the holes of these elves of all the orc cum?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” Fildarae whimpered fearfully, terrified that Agdug would not find her efforts satisfactory.

“And do you enjoy sticking your tongue in elf cunts and asses to lick up orc cum,” Agdug said.

Shame in her voice, Fildarae tried to give the answer she thought Agdug wanted. “Yes, Master.”

“Who would have known that would be the only thing a former baroness would be good for,” Agdug remarked. He turned to the elf maiden in the fuck rack and reached down, shoving a couple fingers into her cunt, swirling them around a few times before pulling out his fingers and inspecting them. There was no trace of orc cum. He reached down again and forced two fingers into the elf maiden’s ass. She did not move or even make a noise. She was clearly pretty broken at the moment. After twisting his fingers around, Agdug pulled them out and inspected them. Again, there was no orc cum. He turned back to Fildarae and pushed his fingers to her lips. She opened her mouth and began to suck his fingers clean.

Agdug let Fildarae suck on his fingers for a moment before he pulled them from her mouth. “Present your cunt, slut,” he commanded. Fildarae quickly complied, getting on all fours with her thighs parted widely and she raised her ass up high. Agdug crouched down and shoved two fingers into her cunt, causing Fildarae to grunt with discomfort. “Your cunt isn’t wet, you insolent, worthless bitch,” Agdug snarled.

Fildarae started to cry. “Please, Master, I am trying. I… I am not aroused right now but perhaps if you fuck me, I will get aroused,” she stammered.

“Why would I want to fuck your dry cunt!” Agdug snapped. His fingers still buried in her cunt, he ordered, “Start humping my hand slut.” Desperate to avoid Agdug’s wrath, Fildarae began thrusting her hips back, fucking Agdug’s fingers. Agdug watched the slave desperately humping away. It was clear the orcs’ efforts had done a good job at stripping away her dignity and virtue. Agdug let the former Baroness hump away for a couple minutes before he withdrew his fingers. He inspected them. They were glistening with her juices. “Not wet enough; your juices should be dripping down my fingers,” Agdug growled. Of course, no matter how wet his fingers were, it would not have been enough. “I guess another day on a whipping post might inspire you to be a good slut.”

Fildarae began sobbing as Agdug snapped the leash onto her collar and yanked her up. He began to walk off. Fildarae followed, knowing if she resisted, it would only earn her a more severe punishment. But as they walked past another row of fuck racks, Fildarae suddenly froze. Then she ran towards to fuck racks, so hard that it yanked the leash from Agdug’s grip. She ran straight over to the fuck racks and one of the elf maidens in them. Wailing, she cradled the face of the elf maiden. It was her daughter, Ynaselle. Fildarae had not seen Ynaselle in Ulylthemar until this point and had clung to the hope she had managed to escape. Seeing her daughter locked in a fuck rack had dashed that hope. Sobbing, Fildarae continued cradling her daughter’s face. No orc was fucking Ynaselle at the moment but a torrent of cum was oozing from her orifices and pooling on the ground between her feet. Ynaselle had been used hard in the fuck rack. Her eyes were glazed over and she barely reacted when her mother embraced her. It was clear she was pretty broken at the moment.

Furious, Agdug raced over and grabbed Fildarae by the hair and yanked her away. “You disobedient little cunt!” he snarled.

“Please Master, this is my daughter! Please take her from this fuck rack. She does not deserve this!” Fildarae cried.

Agdug looked down at Ynaselle. He debated making Fildarae watch as he fucked her. But then he had a better idea. “Fine slave, I will grant you your request,” he responded coldly. “You will take your daughter’s place in the fuck rack. And your daughter will go to the whipping post instead.”

Fildarae’s eyes widened in horror and she let out a dismayed cry. “No! Please Master! Take me to the whupping post! Not her! Please!” Agdug ignored her cries. He called over another orc slaver and shoved Fildarae over to him. “After I remove this one from the fuck rack, put her in it. Then gather as many orcs as you can find. I want this one fucked nonstop while she is in there. But every orc is to lash her ass at least 20 times before he fucks her. And then give her another 50 if she doesn’t cum before they do when they fuck her.” Fildarae began sobbing, more worried about her daughter’s fate than her own, as Agdug unlatched the fuck rack and opened it and pulled Ynaselle from the device. Ynaselle was still in her broken state, and barely reacted as she was pulled up. But Agdug knew she would wake up quickly when she felt the bite of the whip. He began to drag Ynaselle away as the other orc locked Fildarae into the fuck rock. Fildarae watched distraught as Agdug led her daughter away. A moment later she felt the fierce sting of the whip slash into her tender ass and she cried out in pain.

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Queen Velatha was sitting with her daughters, Princess Neia and Princess Jhilsara, in Neia’s bed chambers. “If the orcs breach the castle, you are to come here, together. Your guards will station outside the door, but I want you both to put as much of the furniture as you can in front of the door to block it,” Velatha said. “Do not let anyone in here until you hear from me, or your father. Block the door, to give yourselves as much time as possible, so that reinforcements might arrive to repel the orcs.”

“But mother, if the orcs have breached the castle, what reinforcements will there be?” asked Neia. “Will that not mean they have taken the whole city?”

“The orcs cannot take the city; it is too well defended. But it is possible the orcs or goblins could try to sneak in here,” Velatha responded. But she knew that was unlikely. If the orcs had reached the castle, it likely meant the entire city had fallen. She knew Neia was right. There would be no reinforcements to arrive. And her daughters would only be delaying the inevitable. But Velatha did not want to acknowledge this openly to her daughters. She wanted them to have some hope. “And I want you to continue your training with your daggers. If the orcs get through the door, defend yourselves with the training you have been taught.”

“How will we beat the orcs that just made it through our guards?” Jhilsara asked.

Velatha continued to try and put on a brave face and stay optimistic. “You just have to delay your capture as long as possible. To give more time for the reinforcements to arrive,” she said, trying to reassure her daughters. But both Jhilsara and Neia were smart. They knew what Velatha could not bear to say. If the orcs breached the castle, Velatha’s, Jhilsara’s and Neia’s fates were sealed. They would be captured and enslaved, just like Velatha’s middle daughter, Miriella.

“Go, I want you to go train now with your head guard.” Velatha wanted her daughters focused on their self-defense training so that they were hopefully not thinking about the brutal fates that awaited them if the orcs managed to take the city. Velatha left Neia’s bed chambers and down the long stairway of the tower in the castle that both her daughters lived. She thought of Miriella, who had also once lived in this tower. Velatha was not only desperate to keep Neia and Jhilsara safe; she was also desperate to save Miriella from her cruel fate. Velatha was going to go find her advisor, Tarasynora. Perhaps some deal could be made with the orcs. As a mother, she was fiercely determined to protect her daughters. And there was nothing she wouldn’t do to protect them, even if it meant sacrificing herself or others.

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Fildarae moaned weakly. She was still in the fuck rack and had been there overnight. It was hard to tell how much time had passed, as she had been drifting in and out of consciousness. Her pussy and ass were so sore from the near constant rapes she had suffered in the fuck rack. But that pain paled in comparison to the fierce stinging that she felt all over her back and ass from the frequent thrashings she had received.

No orc was fucking Fildarae at the moment, but then she felt hands spreading her ass cheeks and she braced herself to be sodomized again. She was just relieved that the orc had apparently forgotten to thrash her ass before he fucked her.

But then she felt a face pressing in between her parted cheeks and a tongue lapping at her sex. “Slurp up all the orc cum in her holes or you will be punished even worse than before,” Fildarae heard Agdug growl and she realized another elf maiden had been put on “cleanup” duty, like she had been the day prior. As the elf maiden began licking and slurping away, Agdug circled around to Fildarae’s front. He grabbed her chin and pulled her head up so that they were looking at each other. “Are you being a good little slut and cumming every time you are fucked?” he asked her.

“Not every time, Master, but I am trying and I am cumming a lot,” Fildarae whimpered. Indeed, every time she was fucked, she desperately focused on the sensation, trying to grow aroused quickly and cum. She orgasmed frequently, but not every time she was fucked. And every time she failed to cum before the orc fucking her did, he viciously whipped her back or ass. She had even tried faking an orgasm once, but the orc had known and had given her twice the thrashing. She had not dared to try and fake it again.

“Well, you are expected to cum like a good little slut every time,” Agdug said. “But time to put you to the test. I am going to fuck you. You had better work hard to milk my cock with your tight little elf cunt. And you better cum. If I do not feel your cunt spasming around my cock and your juices gushing around it before I cum, I will give you 50 hard lashes with my favorite wooden cane. Understand, cunt?”

“Yes, Master,” Fildarae whimpered. Agdug circled around to her rear again and she felt the elf maiden who was lapping at her pussy and ass pull away. Then Fildarae felt Agdug’s hands on her hips. A second later, she felt his cock against her pussy lips and he began pushing forward. As his cock sank into her, Fildarae closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation. Her cunt was quite wet and his cock slid into her without much difficulty. As he began thrusting, almost at once, Fildarae began feeling intense tingles of pleasure. Her pussy grew even more slick as Agdug continued thrusting into her. Despite the revulsion she felt in her mind at being raped by this vile orc, the sensation of his cock driving in and out of her undeniably felt good. Fildarae focused on that, moaning as Agdug continued pounding her. Her arousal built and built… but then suddenly Agdug groaned and she felt his cock twitching inside her. She had not orgasmed before him. Fildarae groaned in defeat as Agdug pulled his cock from her twitching cunt.

She closed her eyes and trembled as she waited for what she knew was coming. A few seconds later she heard the swish of a cane slicing through the air and a split second later, she felt a searing flash of intense pain burning across her ass cheeks. Fildarae’s screams echoed loudly through the open square. Before she could recover, the cane bit into the tender flesh of her ass a second time, causing another explosion of pain and another agonized scream from the elf maiden.

A third stroke landed and then a fourth, adding two more burning, searing lines across her tender flesh. Soon, Fildarae was sobbing as Agdug beat her ass over and over, 50 lashes in total.

When Agdug finally finished, Fildarae’s ass felt like it was on fire. She was gasping for breath, practically hyperventilating, as she sobbed. “Next,” she heard Agdug call out. Then she felt a pair of hands grabbing her hips. “Another orc is here to fuck you, slave. Perhaps this time you will be smart enough to orgasm before he does.”

The orc drove his hops forward and plunged his cock inside her sodden cunt. After only a few thrusts, Fildarae’s arousal returned and she moaned loudly from the intense pleasure. The orc began hammering away at a furious pace. As his hips slapped against her tender, beaten ass cheeks, she felt intense flashes of pain, but they were quickly forgotten as the waves of pleasure overcame her. Soon Fildarae was moaning and squirming as she was roughly fucked. Her pleasure quickly built and in only a couple minutes’ time, she cried out as an intense orgasm ripped through her body and she bucked and writhed against the cock reaming her. The orc groaned and climaxed a moment later but Fildarae had managed to cum before him. Panting and covered in sweat, she fell limp against the fuck rack holding her.

“Good little slut,” Agdug said to her. “Next,” he called.

Another set of hands grabbed Fildarae’s hips. As an orc cock plunged into her slick cunt, Fildarae closed her eyes and tried again to focus on the sensation of the cock thrusting in and out of her. She could not deny that it felt really good and her arousal quickly built again. But she had just orgasmed. She knew it would likely take some time before she came again. She tried to focus her entire mind on the pleasure she felt. But then the orc groaned as he climaxed. Fildarae moaned in defeat.

“She didn’t cum,” the orc that fucked her announced.

“Insolent slut,” Agdug growled. Fildarae heard the cane slice through the air and then she felt a searing explosion of pain across her rear end. She cried out in agony. Fildarae screamed and screamed as Agdug caned her ass over and over, another 50 times. When he finished, she was sobbing and once again hung limp in the fuck rack. Her stinging, burning bottom felt like it was on fire.

Fildarae was given no time to recover. The next orc stepped up behind her and he plunged his cock into her cunt. At first, she did not feel pleasure, which had been severely dampened by her latest thrashing. But as the orc began thrusting away, Fildarae’s body arched and rippled in ecstasy. Soon she was moaning loudly, pushing her hips back to meet the orc’s thrust. And she cried out when the second orgasm overtook her and she squealed loudly as the spasms of pleasure washed over her body.

After a few more pumps, the orc fucking Fildarae climaxed loudly. “Next!” Agdug called, and immediately, a new orc was fucking her.

This continued over and over. Soon, Fildarae was orgasming less and less frequently. Which meant her ass was viciously caned more frequently. By the time Agdug finally ended the exercise, Fildarae’s ass was being beaten every time, and she could feel blood dripping down her ass cheeks where the cane had broken the skin. Her voice had grown hoarse from her pained screams and all she could do was weakly cry.

“Clean up the cum,” Agdug ordered the elf maiden who was still kneeling behind Fildarae and she felt a tongue once again lapping at her pussy and ass. After a few minutes, the elf maiden’s face pulled away. “Come, slut,” Agdug ordered and he took the elf maiden by the hair and led her around the fuck rack to the front, so she was in Fildarae’s views. Fildarae’s eyes widened in horror. The elf maiden was Ynaselle. Her own daughter had been forced to lick clean her orifices. Cum was running down her chin. But that was not what caught Fildarae’s attention. Ynaselle’s entire body was covered in angry red welts and cuts. The same welts and lashes that covered Fildarae’s body. She had been severely whipped. Ynaselle knelt on the ground her head down. She was trembling. Clearly the orcs had done a number on her.

Fildarae let out a distraught wail as she looked at her poor daughter.

“This slut here is looking forward to going back to the fuck rack. She much prefers that to the whipping post; isn’t that right, slut?” Agdug said.

“Yes, Master,” Ynaselle whimpered in a weak, soft voice.

Agdug turned to Fildarae. “Do you think your daughter will be a good little slut. Does she deserve to be fucked by orc cock?”

“Yes, Master, she will be a good little slut. She will be an enjoyable fuck for our Masters,” Fildarae said quickly. It horrified her to say this but she knew this was a much better fate than to be on the whipping post.

Agdug stepped over to the fuck rack, unlocked it, and opened it at its hinge. He grabbed Fildarae by the hair and yanked her up, pulling her away from the rack. He turned back to Ynaselle. “In the fuck rack, slut,” he growled, and Ynaselle picked herself up and slowly made her way to the rack. She bent down, placing her neck and wrists in the slots, and Agdug closed and locked it again, securing Ynaselle in her bent over position. Almost at once, an orc lined up behind her, and Ynaselle let out a sharp squeal when he drove his cock inside her.

Fildarae watched helplessly as her daughter was ravaged. But Agdug stepped in front of her view, attaching his leash to her collar. “Come slut, since your spot in the fuck racks is taken, it is back to the whipping post for you.” A defeated and anguished Fildarae sobbed as she was dragged away, back to the dreaded whipping post. Her only consolation was that she would be whipped and not her poor daughter who would receive the much preferable fate of being fucked.

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Grimnor sat in the camp outside of Kaalhone. He was receiving an update from Urzkhal and his chief spy, the goblin Vagrat. Urzkhal was reporting on the state of the war campaign, outside of siege of Kaalhone. “All of the clans participating in the pillaging of Argothrond are reporting very light resistance. They are collecting thousands of slaves. Some are even reporting that some cities are agreeing to our terms of surrender, realizing they stand no chance. It means we have been able to take many cities without sustaining losses. The war is going very well.”

Grimnor nodded. This was indeed good news. But it mattered little if the orcs did not decisively take Kaalhone. And so far, that did not seem possible. The orcs had now tried attacking the city from every angle, trying to test for any weaknesses in the elves’ defenses. But every charge the orcs attempted was instantly met with massive volleys of arrows and ballista bolts, and the orcs had been quickly forced to retreat every time. Grimnor’s failure to take the capitol would be the narrative among the orc horde, not their decisive wins against defenseless cities and towns. So Urzkhal’s good news did little to improve Grimnor’s mood.

Vagrat reported next. “My scouts have infiltrated every kingdom. Each of the kingdom’s is preparing to defend against an orc incursion. But none have the stomach to come to Argothrond’s aid,” he said. He paused and then continued. “The other thing of interest we have discovered is just how rich this world is with resources. Sprawling forests. Lots of iron and other metals. Very fertile land for crops. This world could sustain a massive orc presence forever.”

Grimnor nodded again. Indeed, this news was perhaps even better than Urzkhal’s. For weeks now, Grimnor had been contemplating proposing to the Council of the Horde that the orcs not just conquer the elves here. But that that they move numerous clans through the portal to take permanent possession of the world. Orcs were nomadic and travelled where there were slaves to capture and resources to consume. The orcs had pillaged Aegor for centuries and there was not much more there to plunder. This new unspoiled world could sustain the orcs for centuries. And not just sustain. It had a wealth of resources and slaves. The orc horde would prosper here. But Grimnor could not justify a full-scale occupation of this world if he could not even take one kingdom. He needed to conquer Kaalhone. Everything rode on conquering Kaalhone. Yet he still had no idea how he would do it.

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Fildarae hung limp from the whipping post, barely conscious. Blood dripped down her body onto the ground below her. She was barely moving, not making a noise. For the moment, she was not being whipped.

Agdug arrived to check on her status. As soon as he did, the slaver that was overseeing her handed Agdug the whip. “You want a go at her, boss?” he asked. Agdug looked over the slave and shook his head. He could tell that right now her mind was shattered. She might not yet be fully broken in permanently, but at least for the moment, she was broken. Whipping her more would do little good.

Agdug circled around Fildarae and slid his hand between her spread thighs and began rubbing her sex. Fildarae’s head had been down and her eyes were closed but as soon as Agdug hand slid to her sex, her head shot up and her eyes flew open. Immediately, she began gyrating her hips and grinding her pussy against Agdug’s hand. Agdug chuckled. Fildarae’s cheeks reddened as she humped Agdug’s hand but she kept going at a frantic pace. It was clear to Agdug that she was humiliated but was eager to please. “What are you slut?” Agdug asked Fildarae.

“I am a slave, Master, an obedient slave,” she responded.

“And what is your purpose, slave?” he asked.

“To serve my orc Masters and to give them pleasure with my holes,” Fildarae replied.

Agdug observed Fildarae as she responded. It was not clear to him whether she truly believed her words. Whether she had fully embraced slavery. But it was clear that all dignity and defiance and resistance had been stripped away from this slave.

Agdug pulled his hand away. “Then back to a fuck rack you go slave, to prove that you are a worthy slave, with a worthy cunt,” he said. He untied the rope holding Fildarae to the whipping post. As soon as her limbs were free, she collapsed to the ground. She was too weak to stand. Agdug attached a leash to her collar. “Crawl,” he commanded and he started walking. Fildarae started crawling, struggling to keep up. When they reached the rows of fuck racks, Agdug took her straight over to the row that Fildarae’s daughter was still secured in one of the racks. An orc was standing behind her, fucking her ass. The elf maiden barely reacted. Her eyes were glazed over. And as Agdug observed Fildarae, he saw that she barely reacted to seeing her daughter being sodomized. It was a sign that perhaps she was starting to see them both as slaves whose purpose was to be fucked, rather than as a mother who must protect her daughter.

The rack next to Ynaselle was open and Agdug ordered Fildarae to get into it. She crawled over, slowly picked herself up, and then bent over and placed her head and wrists in the rack. Agdug closed the rack and locked it, securing Fildarae. He called over a slaver. “Gag these two,” he ordered. He did not want them to be able to communicate with each other and offer each other comfort or support. And then Agdug was off. There were plenty more new arrivals to be broken.

Fildarae soon found herself gagged. And then she felt an orc’s hands on her hips. A moment later, he drove his cock into her cunt, which was already slick and ready for him. As the orc began pounding away, she closed her eyes, focusing on the pleasure and on trying to enhance the orc Master’s pleasure by clenching down with her pelvic muscles and squeezing his cock.

Fildarae heard a muffled moan and she realized it was Ynaselle moaning through her gag in pleasure as she was fucked. Then Fildarae realized that she too was moaning.

Fildarae did not want to be slave. But she knew that she was a slave regardless, and would always be a slave. And she understood now that was her purpose as an elf. She knew now that orcs were not some vile, inferior race of creature. They were a superior race, and it was the destiny of elves to be their slaves. Fildarae knew she would strive to be a good and obedient slave and that Ynaselle would too.

(End of Part 3, to be continued...)

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