The Tale of Agdug: Part 4 – Eshenesra is Trained

As Eshenesra carefully balanced the tray of mugs held high above her head and walked, she glanced around, looking among the numerous slaves training, hoping she might spot her daughters, Zestari and Isilynor. She did not spot them. She had hoped she might get to see them, but was not surprised she had not. In the weeks since she had arrived at Ulylthemar, Eshenesra had only seen her daughters only a small handful of times, usually just in passing. There were many thousands of slaves here, all being broken and trained, and so the number of times Eshenesra came in contact with her daughters was very limited. Eshenesra had wondered how their slave training was coming along. They had been in Ulylthemar for many weeks now. The first couple of weeks had been pure hell for Eshenesra, and she imagined it had been the same for Zestari and Isilynor. But eventually, the head slaver, Agdug, had decided that Eshenesra was sufficiently broken and was ready to be built back into an exquisite slave. After that, things weren’t so bad. Now she was undergoing slave training, and so long as she accomplished her tasks and excelled in her lessons, she avoided the harshest of treatment. Eshenesra fully accepted she was a slave. She fully accepted that her daughters were slaves. She understood their purpose and that their duty was to serve and give pleasure to their orc Masters. She certainly missed her old life and the freedoms that came with it. But as much as she missed those freedoms, she accepted that she would never again taste them. And she tried her best to focus on the better parts of slavery. For instance, how good it felt to be absolutely pounded by a strong, dominant orc. She hoped that Zestari and Isilynor were similarly learning to accept and embrace slavery.

Eshenesra was inside, in a large room in an even larger building. She had no idea what it had been before, perhaps a warehouse. Now it was a slave training facility for the orcs. Pretty much every part of Ulylthemar had been converted to be used to break and train slaves. After Eshenesra had finished scanning the crowd inside the sprawling room and determining her daughters were not there, she focused back on her task. She was being trained to serve drinks. She knew that if she were clumsy and spilled the tray she held above her head, she would be harshly disciplined. Like all the slaves, much of Eshenesra’s training was focused on how to use her body to give orcs pleasure. But as the slave of an orc chieftain, there were many other skills she was expected to learn. One of them was serving food and drinks to her orc Masters. She was learning how to move and serve in a sensual way that showed off her body and enticed the orcs she was serving. And she had quickly learned that usually she would end up being bent over the table to be fucked while she served.

But she did not complain. Getting fucked felt good. And she had quickly gathered that her life as a slave could have been way harsher, comparatively. Many of the slaves would spend virtually every waking moment of their lives doing exhausting work or being roughly fucked or abused. Eshenesra knew that would be a big aspect of her life as a slave as well. But as an orc clan chieftain’s slave, she would also have tasks that were comparatively much easier. She would be expected to be a refined, exquisite slave, not just some holes to fuck. She guessed that her Master, Orgzul, would frequently be hosting other powerful orcs and she would be expected to serve them.

Eshenesra was carrying a tray with a single mug on it, filled with ale. But simply carrying the drink and not spilling it was not the objective of her training. That was easy. It was how she carried it that mattered. A slave was expected to be alluring and visually pleasing with everything she did. As Eshenesra carried the tray, she tried to remember everything she had been taught. She swayed her hips sensually as she walked, keeping her shoulders back, her chest pushed out, and her head held high. Eshenesra had gotten good at walking sensually, and she glided across the floor as she moved, her feet hardly seeming to leave the ground. She headed towards a small table on one side of the room. Seated at the table was an orc, one of the many slave trainers that was helping to train the elf slaves in the building. When Eshenesra reached the seated orc, she stopped walking and stood in front of him, her back straight and her chest thrust forward. She sucked her belly in and stood with her legs parted. The orc’s eyes roamed up and down her naked body. He held her head high but averted her eyes down at the orc’s feet and legs.

“Serve,” the orc slaver ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Eshenesra replied and she leaned down and set the tray at the table, on the far side away from the orc. She picked up the mug from the tray and then circled behind him and leaned in, pressing her body against the orc so that her breasts pressed into his back. She slowly slid the mug in front of the orc and said softly into his ear, “Your drink, Master, I hope it is as delicious as I am.” The orc looked at the mug but then spun around in his seat, his focus more on the beautiful blonde elf slave than the ale. He snaked one arm around Eshenesra’s waist, his hand sliding down and firmly gripping one of her ass cheeks and giving it a hard squeeze.

Eshenesra playfully wiggled her ass in his grip, trying her best to entice him. The orc released her ass and he slid his hand around and between her thighs, cupping her sex. Eshenesra moaned and began grinding her sex against his hand, moaning even more loudly when he pushed a pair of fingers inside her. The orc slid them around inside the Eshenesra’s cunt for a few seconds before he withdrew them and inspected them. He nodded in approval, seeing that his fingers glistened with Eshenesra’s juices. The orc raised his hand to Eshenesra’s lips and she opened her mouth and slowly sucked his fingers clean, savoring the taste of her own arousal.

“On my lap, slut,” the orc ordered, pushing his chair back further away from the table. Eshenesra pulled her mouth away from the orc’s finger’s and she climbed onto his lap, letting her breasts brush against his face before she lowered herself and straddled his lap. She could feel the hard bulge in his pants and she placed her pussy right over the bulge, sliding against it, leaving a dark stain on his pants from her juices that were now leaking from her aroused cunt. The orc leaned past Eshenesra and picked up his mug. He handed it to her. “I will drink this from your tits,” he announced. He then gripped both of her breasts and pushed them together. Knowing what the orc wanted, Eshenesra smiled and lifted up the mug and began to pour the ale slowly into her cleavage so it flowed down the channel created between her breasts. The orc lifted his mouth to her breasts and stuck his tongue out, lapping up the ale as it flowed down between her breasts. More of it flowed down his chin and down Eshenesra’s belly than into his mouth and Eshenesra felt herself growing more aroused at the thought that he might lick it off her skin, and then let his mouth and tongue travel down to her needy cunt.

“When are you done with that slave?” a voice called out. The orc slurped up the last few drops flowing between Eshenesra’s breasts and he lifted his head away and turned. It was Agdug that had called to him.

“We just finished up, boss,” the orc replied. “You need her?”

“Yeah, I am gonna see how well this slave has come along with pleasuring orcs with her cunt,” Agdug said.

“Go one” the orc said to Eshenesra, giving her ass a swat. She climbed off the orc’s lap and hurried over to Agdug, kneeling at his feet. Agdug snapped a leash onto her collar and tugged it and Eshenesra quickly rose again.

“Come slut,” Agdug said and as he started walking, Eshenesra hurriedly followed. There was an intense tingle deep in her loins; she was quite eager to be fucked.

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King Vamir walked along the ramparts of Kaalhone’s south wall, looking out at the massive orc army in the distance. He was touring the walls and being updated by General Rhothomir on the city’s defenses. But as Vamir was touring the wall, a flourish of activity had begun in the orcs’ camp. Vamir watched as orcs began moving east. General Rhothomir cautioned Vamir that perhaps he should head back into the city, but Vamir insisted on staying and watching. As they did, suddenly a loud horn sounded, from the east. It was an elves’ horn, a warning signal from that portion of the wall.

“The orcs must be amassing there,” General Rhothomir said. “I should head to the east wall to command the defenses against any attack. Your Highness, you should consider retreating to the castle.”

“No, I want to see,” Vamir insisted and the King and his general began making their way east along the wall. About halfway to the east wall, they were met by one of Rhothomir’s lieutenants. “The orcs are amassing to the east, in a new area. We think they are planning to test another portion of the wall and defenses,” he reported.

When Rhothomir and Vamir arrived on the east wall, they saw that thousands of orcs had amassed, both cavalry and infantry. An orc bellowed and the charge began. Orc archers charged first and began firing towards the wall. Only a small handful of their arrows even reached the wall. Then the orc cavalry charge in, consisting of orcs on horses, centaurs, and hellhounds. And behind them the infantry charged, including orcs with battering rams.

The elves were ready. They began firing their ballistas, taking out dozens of charging orcs. As the orcs drew closer, the elven archers started firing their arrows, many hundreds of them. The range of the elvish ballistas and the elvish archers was much better than the orc archers. The orcs could not even get in range to effectively fire back before they started getting picked off. Almost as soon as it started, the orcs sounded the retreat. Dozens of orcs lay dead or grievously injured. The orcs had quickly learned that this portion of the wall was just as impenetrable as the other portions they tested.

Vamir watched the battle unfold and when it was over, he nodded to Rhothomir. Kaalhone’s defenses had once again proven sufficient. The elves in the city, including his wife and daughters, would remain safe another day.

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Whap! Eshenesra cried out through her gag as Agdug’s cane bit into her ass the fifth and final time. “Alright slut, ride the next orc’s cock,” Agdug commanded and Eshenesra slowly picked herself up from the dirt. With her arms bound behind her back, it was somewhat difficult but she managed to get back on her feet. She headed over to the next orc, who was sitting in the dirt, ready for her to straddle him and ride him.

For most of the afternoon, Eshenesra had been undergoing training in riding orc cock. With her arms tied, she could rely on only her hips and legs to bounce up and down on the orcs she was riding. Her legs ached but the pain wasn’t as bad as the fierce sting she felt all across her rear end from being caned. Agdug had made a game of the training. Each time Eshenesra rode an orc and the orc climaxed, he would rate her on a scale from 1 to 10. If she got a 10, she avoided having her ass beaten with Agdug’s cane. If she got a 9, she received 5 strikes. If she received an 8, it doubled to 10 strikes. A seven, it doubled to 20 strikes, and so on.

Eshenesra had become quite the skillful little slut in the past several weeks. But of the dozen or so orcs she had ridden so far, none had given her a perfect 10. Most had given her 8s or 9s but a couple orcs had her a 7. In spite of her high marks, her poor ass had received a hard thrashing.

Determined to avoid more lashes to her tender ass, Eshenesra hurried over to the next orc. He was sitting on the ground, his erect cock jutting up in the air. Eshenesra straddled him and slowly lowered herself down on his cock. Her cunt was slick and his cock slipped inside her with ease until he had fully impaled her. The orc groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Eshenesra’s tight, hot, slippery cunt squeezing down on his cock. Eshenesra began to slowly rock back and forth, push her hips up and down, allowing his cock to slide in and out of her pussy.

Eshenesra started slowly at first, but she soon quickened her pace until she was bouncing up and down on the orc’s cock. The orc reached out with one of his hands, and gripped her ass hard, which caused her to cringe from the pain of her tender, beaten flesh being squeezed. But she did not slow her pace, determined to give the orc the most pleasurable ride possible and hopefully avoid more lashes from the cane.

The movement and gyration of her hips was not the only skill that Eshenesra utilized to try to give the orc as much pleasure as possible. As she rode the roc’s cock, she squeezed down with her pelvic muscles, gripping his cock and sucking it up into her slippery folds and soaking it in her warm juices. As she bounced up and down, she let her cunt squeeze down on cock, tensing and releasing her pelvic muscles, milking the orc’s cock. The orc groaned loudly, thoroughly aroused, as Eshenesra’s cunt gripped and squeezed his cock.

Eshenesra was grunting through her gag right along with the orc but as she continued riding him, her grunts turned to gasps and moans. She started riding him even harder and faster, until she cried out through her gag and she started shaking as an orgasm rocked her body. As her cunt spasmed and clenched against the orc’s cock even harder, it sent him over the edge and he groaned and started bucking, as he thrust his hips, driving his cock up into her. Eshenesra felt his cock throbbing inside her and his cum spurting and she continued rocking her hips and bouncing until they both came down from their climaxes.

Eshenesra climbed off the orc and nervously waited for his assessment. The orc looked to Agdug. “I give her a 9,” he declared.

Agdug nodded. “Kneel to be whipped, slut,” he growled. Fighting back tears, Eshenesra got in position with her ass raised in the air. The orc she had just ridden lumbered over to stand next to an orc who was getting his cock sucked by another elf maiden. Agdug turned and glare at her. “Hurry it up slut, now you have another orc waiting,” he growled.

Eshenesra was not the only elf maiden Agdug was training at that moment. A young redheaded slave was on her knees sucking the cock of the last orc Eshenesra had ridden. This elf maiden had been tasked with cleaning off the orcs’ cocks after the fucked Eshenesra, and she had been commanded to lick and suck their cocks until they climaxed again. It was not the quickest task, as each of the orcs she was forced to suck had just blown their loads inside Eshenesra. And for every minute it took her to bring the orc to cum again, she received 5 lashes from the cane. Her ass was completely covered in ugly red and purple welts. And she would soon be getting a lot more. She had been struggling with the latest orc and had been unable to bring him to climax. It was likely not her fault; the orc himself was likely unable to achieve an erection and climax again so soon after fucking Eshenesra. But it was good lesson for the slave to reinforce for her how helpless and vulnerable she was now as a slave. She would understand that sometimes slaves were punished for things beyond their control.

Agdug eyed the sand flowing down an hourglass next to the elf maiden, timing the young slave as she frantically licked and slurped away. “Slut, you had better hurry. I have already started the time for the second orc that must now wait because of your incompetent cock sucking.” He knew the poor slave was about to receive a really harsh beating with his cane. But now it was time to discipline Eshenesra. Agdug stared down at her striped ass thrusted out and presented to him, and he smiled. He had told all of the orcs hat had volunteered for this training session that none should give Eshenesra a perfect 10. It was another important lesson. A slave should always strive for perfection. But she could never reach perfection and she must always strive to do better.

Agdug brought down the cane across Eshenesra’s ass. There was a loud crack and then a pained cry from Eshenesra through her gag. He brought it down again and Eshenesra screamed out and shook her ass but managed to hold her position. Agdug brought the cane down on her ass three more times.

“Alright slut, go ride the next cock,” he ordered and Eshenesra picked herself up and moved over to the next orc, who was eagerly waiting for a chance at her warm, slick cunt.

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Grimnor was sitting in the middle of the orcs’ war camp, in a foul mood. Their latest attempt at testing Kaalhone’s defenses had not gone any better than any of their previous attempts. It meant that to take the city, they would have to just launch an all-out assault and hope that they could overwhelm the elves’ defenses. The orcs’ best-case scenario would be that they took the city but with massive losses on their side. The worst-case scenario was that their forces were completely defeated and the city’s defenses held. He wondered if a long siege was the only option and whether that could even work. He was not optimistic about that either.

As Grimnor mulled his choices, Urzkhal approached. Urzkhal saw the look on Grimnor’s face and sensed his mood. “War Chieftain, I have some good news to report. Vagrat wants to see you. He said he may have something that could help us in our effort to take the city.”

Grimnor nodded. “Then let’s see him right away.” Urzkhal nodded and led Grimnor through the orcs’ camp to the rear, where there was a small encampment of goblins.

Among them was Vagrat, Grimnor’s close goblin ally and chief spy.

“Urzkhal said you may have some good news for me?” he asked.

Vagrat nodded and led Urzkhal and Grimnor over to a table and pointed to some papers that were spread on it. Goblins were circled around the table, examining the papers.

“What are those?” Grimnor asked.

“We found these in the city of Enyanahil, after Kordoth sacked it,” Vagrat said. “We didn’t even appreciate what they were at first. But Omgum Boldsword sent word to us that they found some sort of advanced siege weapon in the city they had sacked, and they interrogated an elf who told them they were made in Enyanahil. That city had a tower operated by elven engineers and their records had these papers. They are plans and designs for building certain advanced siege weapons, devices we are not familiar with. They look like they would be quite effective.”

Grimnor’s eyes lit up. “And can you build them with those plans?”

“Maybe,” Vagrat replied. “We have our own engineers studying them now. But it would be helpful to interrogate some of the elven engineers from Enyanahil. Unfortunately, by the time we discovered these papers, all of the male elves were dead and the females were shipped off to Ulylthemar. But if we can find any of the former female engines in Ulylthemar, that would be helpful.”

Grimnor turned to Urzkhal. “Send word to Agdug. Tell him that any slaves from that city of Enyanahil that were engineers should be identified and sent here right away.” He turned to Vagrat. “What else will you need?”

“As far as we can tell, lots of wood and iron,” the goblin replied.

Grimnor nodded. “Send word to the clans raiding the kingdom to send us slaves to chop wood. And send word to the labor camps in Aegor that we will need iron shipped here.” Vagrat and Urzkhal both nodded and departed to send messenger birds.

Grimnor turned and looked towards the walls of Kaalhone. For the first time in weeks, he had hope that they would take the city.

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Eshenesra hurried along as Agdug tugged her leash. The sun was starting to set and she had finally finished her lesson on riding orc cock. Her ass cheeks felt like they were on fire, and as much as she loved having an orc cock sliding in and out of her needy cunt, she knew her ass could not have handled too many more thrashings. She prayed that wherever she was going next, she would be pleasing enough avoid any further beatings. She knew as sore as she was, the other poor elf maiden that had been made to suck the orcs’ cock after they had fucked Eshenesra was in a much worse condition. She had been beaten to the point of unconsciousness and then Agdug had her dragged off, instructing she be harshly disciplined for failing in her task. Whenever she woke up, she would suffer a much harsher torment.

As they walked, Eshenesra noticed a group of orcs standing in a semicircle. An elf maiden was on her knees and was sucking off one of them. The others were all standing around with erect cocks, waiting their turn. As they drew closer, Eshenesra realized it was her oldest daughter, Isilynor. Isilynor was covered in cum. Her face was tear-stained but her eyes were glazed over at the moment. It was clear she was broken and exhausted.

But as Eshenesra watched, Isilynor took the entire cock down her throat and began noisily sucking and slurping away. The orc grunted in pleasure as Isilynor worked his cock.

Eshenesra smiled and her eyes teared up. They were tears of pride. Her daughter was becoming a good little slut, just like her mother. She wanted her daughters to survive and she knew that their survival depended on them being obedient, submissive little sluts. Isilynor was clearly making good progress. Eshenesra knew that good news would sustain her during whatever new training Agdug had planned for her next.

(End of Part 4, to be continued...)

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