The Tale of Agdug: Part 5 – Ikeshia and Valindra Are Punished

In Ulylthemar, orcs were milling about in an outdoor tavern, where slaves were serving them ale. In the center of the space was a wooden platform, a makeshift stage, where slaves were made to entertain the orc patrons.

At the moment, two slaves were on stage, the twin sisters, Ikeshia and Valindra. They had been taken in Mathlhone and both had been claimed as property by an officer from the Ear Ripper Clan. They had been undergoing training for many weeks in Ulylthemar. They were well trained, though Ikeshia still had a fiery and defiant streak that sometimes got the two slaves in trouble.

At the moment, both were being good, obedient slaves. They were dancing on stage, though dancing really just meant shaking their ass and tits for the crowd. They were adorned in ornate golden chains and their arms were secured with manacles and a metal bar that was behind their back. Orcs often enjoyed putting their slaves in bondage to make the slaves that much more alluring. The bondage that Ikeshia and Valindra were in limited the mobility of their arms, but they did not need their arms to shake their asses and tits.

One of the orcs, Drekmol, was sitting near the stage. He was a slaver that was in charge of overseeing the training of the two sisters, among other slaves, that day. For the twins were not there simply to entertain the crowd. Their conditioning into obedient and submissive slaves was the true purpose for their task.

“Alright sluts, I order you to cum,” Drekmol ordered. And now the reason for their arm bondage was clear. With their arms secured by the bar, they could not reach their pussies with their hands and pleasure themselves. Ikeshia struggled, trying to reach her sex. But when Valindra discovered she could not touch herself, she gave up quickly and looked around in a panic. She knew that when ordered to cum, they were expected to do so quickly. She eyed Drekmol and then fell to her knees, and then leaned forward and planted her head on the stage floor with her ass jutting out and facing the orc. “This slut begs you to fuck her, Master!” she cried. She hoped she would achieve orgasm by getting fucked by Drekmol.

Drekmol stood up and climbed onto the stage and Valindra parted her legs wider, in anticipation of being fucked. But Drekmol leaned down and swatted her as. “No slut, I am not going to make you cum. But you can make each other cum.” He gestured toward Valindra.

Ikeshia and Valindra looked at each other nervously. They were sisters and the thought disgusted them. Their introduction to slavery had involved their new Master forcing them to kiss, finger each other, and eventually perform oral on each other. And they had been slaves for weeks now and many orcs enjoyed making the identical twins do stuff to each other. Not only was it thoroughly entertaining for the orcs, but it was a great way to strip the two slaves of their dignity.

They had been repeatedly forced to perform sexual acts on each other, but Ikeshia and Valindra still hated it. But they dared not refuse. Valindra slowly picked herself up and walked over to her sister. With their arms in bondage, they could not easily finger each other. They pressed their bodies against each other as they tried to reach other’s pussies. But they had no luck. “Lick each other’s cunts, sluts!” Drekmol snapped. Ikeshia and Valindra could tell he was growing annoyed and impatient. Her cheeks reddening, Ikeshia quickly got done on the stage, lying on her side. Valindra followed, lying down next to her sister, head to toe.

Valindra pushed her face between Ikeshia’s thighs and she began licking her sister’s slit. Ikeshia did the same and soon both elf maidens were fervently licking each other’s pussies. As Ikeshia pushed her tongue in between Valindra’s folds and began flicking at her clit, she could feel her humiliation and anger build. It was one thing to be a fuck toy for these vile orcs. She had long ago accepted that was her fate. But why, when they were obedient and striving to be pleasing, did the orcs insist on humiliating and degrading them by making them committing such disgusting acts with each other? Ikeshia’s anger built but she kept focused on her task. Despite her revulsion at the act, Ikeshia felt her arousal quickly building as Valindra’s tongue played with her clit. And the taste and smell of Valindra’s arousal filled Ikeshia’s mouth and nostrils, as she licked her sister’s sex. Their bodies’ aroused reactions only humiliated and angered Ikeshia more.

As Ikeshia continued licking away, suddenly she felt Valindra’s thighs squeezing against the thighs of her head and Valindra shuddered. A gush of juices filled Ikeshia’s mouth. Humiliated and disgusted, Ikeshia stopped licking, her task completed. Valindra continued servicing Ikeshia unto she too orgasmed. The two humiliated sisters limp on the stage, catching their breath.

Drekmol bent down and removed the metal bondage holding the sisters’ arms. “Which one made the other cum first?” Drekmol asked.

“She made me cum first, Master,” Valindra replied.

“Then your sister wins,” Drekmol said. “Go eat your sister’s ass as a thank you. Then after, bend over with your ass facing the crowd. She gets to cane your ass. She gets pleasure and you get pain.” He handed Ikeshia a wooden cane.

“Yes, Master,” Valindra whimpered and she got on her hands and knees and began crawling over to Ikeshia, prepared to eat her ass as commanded.

But it was too much for Ikeshia. “Why do you torment us so! We are obedient! We do everything asked of us! We strive to serve and please you in every way! Yet still you abuse us! Still, you degrade us!” she cried out angrily.

Drekmol glared at her and then he lunged towards her. Fearfully Ikeshia jumped back and she instinctively raised the cane she was holding, as if to ward the orc off. When she realized what she had done, she dropped the cane. But it was too late. Drekmol stopped and stared at her, his eyes widened in shock. Had this slave dared to raise a weapon against him? Valindra also stared at her sister in shocked silence. She knew that to refuse a command earned a harsh punishment. And to dare to physically resist or attack an orc was unthinkable.

But then an angry voice called out. “We abuse and degrade you because you are animals and we can do with you as we please!” It was Agdug. He was passing by and had witnessed Ikeshia’s outburst. He turned to Drekmol. “Take both of these two sluts to the dungeon. They need to learn some manners.”

Ikeshia’s demeanor instantly changed. “Master, this slave begs forgiveness!” she cried. “Please I am sorry for my outburst! Please, I beg you! Do not punish Valindra for my transgression! It was my fault, not hers!” But it was too late. Drekmol began dragging the two twins away.

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“If we surrender, at least some of our males might live! And our elf maidens will suffer less!” a voice called out.

“They will spare only a handful of our males. And do you really thing the slavery they subject us to will be any less brutal?” another voice called out.

“I do not want to be a slave but when they arrive here, we will have no choice. I would rather surrender and receive some semblance of mercy!” another responded.

The elves of the village of Ulyfelona were debating what to do. They had received word that an army of orcs was heading their way. The orcs were expected to arrive in less than a day. And the elves already knew the terms of surrender they would be offered. It would be the terms the orcs offered every city and village. If they surrendered, a small handful of the adult males would have their lives spared and would be turned to breeding “studs.” The lives of the male children would be spared but they would be enslaved and then sent to labor camps to be worked to death once they came of age. And if they surrendered, the female elves that were not soldiers would avoid the harshest forms of slavery: being sent to a labor camp or breeding camp.

The elf maiden Darunia listened as the villagers debated. Some of the elves argued they should try and flee. But they were well aware that almost all of the elves fleeing were being captured on the road. Other elves argued they should try to defend the city. That fighting would lead to certain defeat, but for some elves, it was better than surrendering and willfully accepting death and slavery.

Finally, the mayor spoke. “I will not surrender to these vile creatures. I would rather go down fighting. But I do not blame those who would prefer to surrender. We will leave it up to every elf to decide what to do for themselves. Those who wish to surrender can surrender when the orcs arrive. Those who wish to try to flee the village can do so. And those who do not wish to surrender or try to flee can stay and fight. That is what I will do.”

Darunia felt sick to her stomach as she pondered what to do. The thought of being a slave was unbearable. But as the orcs closed in on their village, she knew that slavery was an unavoidable fate. She closed her eyes. She would surrender. Better to give in and avoid what could be a much more horrible fate.

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Agdug walked through Ulylthemar. He was holding a scroll, one he had just received from Grimnor’s camp. Grimnor’s forces were looking for particular slaves from Enyanahil and wanted them sent to Grimnor’s camp on the war front immediately. The sluts from Enyanahil were far from trained and ready to serve, but Agdug figured Grimnor had his reasons. And it mattered not to him. Chattel was chattel and Agdug had plenty of new chattel arriving every day to break and train. He would send these slaves with the message that they had not been broken or trained yet. But if Grimnor wanted subpar slaves, that was his business.

Most of the slaves from Enyanahil had been broken at this point and were now being conditioned and trained. Agdug was heading for a large courtyard where he understood that a large number of sluts from Enyanahil were.

In the courtyard, Thasinia was training. She was on her knees, in front of an orc. Her chin was lifted up and she was licking and sucking on the orc’s balls. She was being taught how to properly worship an orc’s cock and balls. While she licked and sucked the orc’s balls. She had one hand thrust between her legs and was masturbating. The orc had instructed her that she could stop worshipping his balls after she had 10 orgasms. She had been masturbating for what seemed like an eternity. Her clit was so sore that touching herself was painful. But she was only at 7 orgasms. And getting to the eighth was quite the chore.

Worse than the soreness was the humiliation. She was being forced to pleasure herself while she licked this orc’s disgusting, sweaty, smelly balls. On top of that humiliation were many others. Her thighs were smeared with her juices. She was covered in sweat from her exertions. Drool was spilling down her chin onto her breasts. She wondered if the entire exercise was just to humiliate her? Or maybe it was to condition her so she associated licking orc balls with arousal. Either way, she hated every moment of this.

“Sluts, stop what you are doing and give me your attention!” a voice bellowed. Thasinia pulled her face away from the orc’s crotch. She stopped rubbing herself and was relieved to pull her hand away from her tender, sore clit. She turned to see Agdug.

Agdug paused as he looked over the slaves, and then he continued. “I am looking for certain sluts from Enyanahil. Were any among you engineers from that city?” He paused and then added. “I advise you to speak up, sluts. We will find you eventually, and if I find out any of you did not identify yourselves, you will suffer greatly.”

For a moment there was silence and then a small, frightened voice behind Thasinia called out, “I was an engineer, Master.”

Agdug turned to a couple of orcs next to him and nodded, and they hurried over to grab the elf maiden who had called out. Like Thasinia, she too had been on her knees masturbating and worshipping an orc’s balls. She was hauled to her feet and taken over to Agdug.

“You were an engineer, slut?” Agdug asked her and the slave nodded. “And do you have any family who was captured with you and brought here?” he asked.

The elf maiden hesitated but then nodded and said, “A daughter. And my mother and sister were taken here as well.”

“Are they in this courtyard with you?” he asked.

The elf maiden turned to look at the other slaves in the courtyard and then shook her head. “I have not seen them since we were brought here.”

Agdug called over to some guards. “Take this slut and head out in the city and find her family. Then bring them all to me.” The orcs dragged her off. Agdug turned to the remaining slaves. “Any others? I would advise you to speak up. Lying to your Masters is a grave crime. If there are any other engineers here, we will identify you eventually, so speak up now and save yourself much suffering.”

Agdug waited, and none of the other elf maidens spoke up. “Alright back to your training, sluts,” Agdug said. He turned to depart.

“Alright, back to working on my balls,” the orc in front of Thasinia ordered. Thasinia to the orc. Sighing, she lifted her face up and took his balls into her mouth. Her hand once again slid between her thighs and she once again began rubbing her sore clit. Only three more organs to go she told herself.

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Omgum Boldsword and his Burning Blade Clan were making their way towards the elven village of Ulyfelona. It was their next target to rape and pillage. The orcs were close now, and the village was only a few hours’ march away. But as the orcs marched, some of Omgum’s scouts had reported back to Omgum. The city had refused to surrender. But a number of elf maidens from the village had decided to surrender themselves and were making their way towards the approaching orcs. Others were attempting to flee north. Many others were still in the village, presumably to try and defend their village. Omgum had decided to send his cavalry to intercept the elves fleeing north. And the orcs prepared to process the elf maidens who were heading in their direction to surrender.

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Darunia fought back tears as she moved down the road. She had managed to avoid sobbing so far, but she could not avoid the tears or her terrified trembling as she moved towards the approaching orc army. Many of the other elf maidens marching with Darunia could not hold back and were crying softly. They were all terrified about what awaited them when they surrendered to the orcs. There are about 100 in total from Ulyfelona who had decided to surrender and they were now walking in a group towards the approaching orcs.

Darunia had decided that surrender was the least terrible of numerous terrible options. It had become abundantly clear to her that slavery was inevitable. The orcs were close, there was nowhere to run, and the orcs were unstoppable. At least surrendering might mean that the slavery she suffered might be comparatively less brutal. Many of the elf maidens that had decided to stay had sons or husbands that faced certain death. They had decided to spend their last freedom with their loved ones. But Darunia was young and unmarried. She had no husband or children. It made the choice that much easier for her. Not that it was easy. She knew the rape and torment and brutality she faced when she surrendered. She would lose her freedom forever. But at least she might avoid being sent to a labor camp and worked to death, or put in a breeding camp and forcefully bred for the rest of her life.

As Darunia looked around, it appeared most of the others that had decided to surrender were similarly young and Darunia guessed they were in a similar situation to her, with no sons or husbands to worry about. There were also a few mothers with their daughters. Darunia could not imagine how hard of a decision that must have been for them.

A couple elf maidens suddenly cried out in alarm and a few others started crying harder. Darunia looked up and saw the reason. A large contingent of orcs, several hundred by the looks of it, was moving down the road in their direction. They were fast approaching.

The elf maidens stopped walking as the orcs drew near. More of them started crying. As Darunia looked around, she saw next to her an elf maiden named Rosanhi who was a teacher at her former school. Rosanhi was hugging her sobbing daughter trying to comfort her. Darunia could not imagine how traumatic it must be for a mother to have to decide that willfully surrendering herself and her daughter to the orcs to be enslaved was their best option. Darunia’s heart started pounding in her chest. She wondered if perhaps she had made the wrong decision. If she had stayed in the village, she would have gotten to experience a few more hours of freedom before being subjected to slavery for the rest of her life. On the other hand, that “freedom” would have been filled with terror and dread of the fate that loomed. It mattered not now. She had made her choice and her fate was sealed.

The orcs approached, weapons drawn, and one of the elf maidens called out in a frightened voice, “We have come to surrender.”

The orcs encircled the elf maidens. “Strip sluts and hurry up!” an orc called out sternly.

The elves looked at each other fearfully, reluctant to get naked. One of the orcs draw a whip and slashed it at the group. It struck one of the elf maidens and she cried out in pain. “Hurry it up, slaves. Get naked now!” the orc bellowed. The elves began removing their clothing.

Darunia could not hold back the tears any longer. She started to sob as she began unlacing her boots. She unlaced them slowly at first, not at all eager to strip, but then she heard more cracks of whips, and a couple elf maidens cried out. The orcs were growing impatient. Darunia yanked off her boots and then began undressing quickly, removing her pants and shirt and tossing them to the ground. Slowly, she peeled off her underclothes. She had heard whispers that the orcs always kept their slaves naked and she wondered if she would ever be permitted clothing again. She guessed that would be the least of her worries. Humiliated and terrified, Darunia tried to cover her nudity with her arms. All around her, the other elf maidens were stripping or naked. Rosanhi was trying to sooth her daughter as she stripped off her clothing, telling her it would be alight. Darunia could tell by the look on Rosanhi’s face and tears running down her cheeks that she knew her words were a lie. It would not be alright for any of them.

Suddenly, Darunia felt a sharp searing pain across her ass as an orc whipped her, and she cried out in pain. “Hands to your sides, sluts!” an orc bellowed. ‘You are not allowed to shield your bodies from your orc masters. Your bodies belong to us now!”

Reluctantly, Darunia lowered her arms. She tried her best to ignore the fierce sting across her rear end.  “Aright sluts, use your hands and get your cunts wet so you are ready for your first slave rapes!” an orc bellowed. The elf maidens looked around at each other, humiliated and terrified. “Hurry it up sluts!” the orc growled. “You have a minute to get your cunts wet and then you are getting fucked hard!”

Humiliated, Darunia slid her hand down between her thighs and began masturbating. Soon, all of the elf maidens were doing the same. Darunia slowly rubbed her clit before she began to feel a warm tingle in her loin and then she lowered her other hand and plunged her fingers into her pussy. It was completely humiliating to do this in front of a crowd. But Darunia did no dare disobey and she wanted to get her body prepared for the brutal fucking she knew was coming. She glanced towards Rosanhi who was nodding her head, encouraging her daughter to pleasure herself. As dismayed and terrified as Darunia felt, she could not imagine what Rosanhi was going through.

“Aright sluts, time to experience your first slave rapes!” an orc called. A few dismayed wails rang out from the elf maidens. Before Darunia could even register what was happening, an orc stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair. He yanked her down hard to the ground, forcing her onto her hands and knees. “Raise your ass higher. Spread your thighs. Present your cunt to be fucked!” the orc snapped. Humiliated and terrified, Darunia did as she was commanded. She started sobbing harder as the orc positioned behind her, roughly grabbing her hips. A second later, she felt a sharp, burning pain as the orc suddenly rammed his hips forward and drove his cock inside her. As the orc began thrusting hard, Darunia started wailing. She was not a virgin but she had never been fucked in such a brutal, rough fashion. Soon the air was pierced with more cries as all of the elf maidens were raped. As she was violently fucked, Darunia clamped her eyes shut, not wanting to watch the horror around her. She could not believe the rest of her life would be filled with such brutality.

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Ikeshia threw back her head and screamed in agony through her gag. She was straddling a wooden horse and its sharp wedge was digging mercilessly into her crotch as her body weight pressed her down onto it. She desperately tried to squeeze her thighs together and push against the wood with her knees, anything to gain relief from the agonizing pain as the triangular wedge of wood stabbed into her most sensitive of areas. Her wrists were tied behind her back and there was nothing Ikeshia could do to gain any relief from the agonizing pain. Helpless, she screamed through her gag.

Next to the wooden horse, Valindra was kneeling at the feet of an orc, and she was being forced to watch her sister’s torment. The orc, a slaver named Trorg, was also watching and then he looked down at Valindra. “Remember slut, you can help your sister. Just beg me for you to take her place on the wooden horse.” Hearing Trorg, Ikeshia looked towards Valindra, and Valindra saw the panicked desperation in her eyes. Ikeshia began pleading through her gag to her sister. Only indecipherable gibberish escaped the gag but there was no doubt what she wanted. She was desperate for her sister to take her place so she could gain some relief from the unbearable agony she felt between her legs.

Trorg chuckled. This was even more fun than he had imagined it would be. This method of punishing slaves had been conveyed to them by the goblin Gnarlug, who had invented it as an innovative way to interrogate two family members or close friends. One would straddle the horse and would be forced to ride it until the other one volunteered to take her place. Then the second one would be perched on it until the first volunteered to go back on. This would continue back and forth until one of them was in too much pain to go back on the horse to give relief to their friend or loved one. Then she would be forced to watch as the one perched on the horse suffered and begged for relief, crushed by guilt that she was not offering any relief. The mental and emotional torture was almost as effective than the physical torture. And the physical torture was no picnic. With the way Ikeshia was screaming into her gag and thrashing around, desperately trying to shift her body weight to find relief that was impossible to find, it was pretty clear she was in intense agony.

Valindra could not bear to watch anymore. “I will take her place, Master,” she whimpered, dread in her voice. She wanted to help her sister. But she could tell from her sister’s tortured sounds and squirming that the pain would be unbearable.

Trorg stepped over to Ikeshia, grasped her hips with his hands, and lifted her form the horse. He set her down on the floor and she collapsed into a limp pile, crying softly. Trorg removed Ikeshia’s gag and then strapped it around Valindra’s head, gagging her. “Up you go slut,” he said and he grabbed her sides, under her chest and lifted her up. He carried her over and then set her down over the horse so that she was straddling it.

This was Valindra’s first time straddling the horse. She did not know what to expect. But as soon as the sharp edge of the wood dug into her sex, her eyes widened in shock. Her feet began flailing and she extended her feet, desperate to find the floor and lift her self from the cruel, sharp wooden edge. But the wooden horse was mounted high and her feet could not reach the ground. Like Ikeshia, Valindra’s wrists were tied behind her back. There was nothing she could do to ease the crushing, stabbing pain into her sex. She started shifting her body, trying to find the area of her tender pussy that was the least painful to sit on the wooden edge. But no matter how she shifted her position, the pain was intense and it only grew more and more unbearable by the second. Valindra threw back her head and wailed into the gag. It had not even been a minute and already the pain was unbearable.

Ikeshia was not paying attention to her sister. She was writhing around on the ground, still in pain. With her pussy now free from the wooden wedge and her weight no longer pressing down to it, blood once again to flow back into the area between her legs. This caused a new intense throbbing pain and Ikeshia moaned in agony. The throbbing pain was not as intense as when she was riding the horse, but it was still unbearable. And she knew that returning to the horse would make the intense pain in her inflamed pussy even worse than the last time

Trorg grabbed Ikeshia by her hair and yanked her up onto her knees. “Kneel and watch your sister,” he commanded. Ikeshia tried to ignore the throbbing pain as she watched her sister struggling on the wooden horse. As the minutes passed, Ikeshia could see that Valindra’s agony was increasing and she was growing more and more desperate to be removed from the wooden horse. Tears pouring down her cheeks, she started pleading at Ikeshia through her gag. But Ikeshia’s pussy was still a throbbing, burning mess. She knew that even a second straddling on the horse would be unbearable. Ikeshia took deep breaths, trying to calm herself and prayed she recovered soon. She knew that eventually, she would have to give her sister relief and take her place on the horse.

As the minutes passed, the pain between Ikeshia’s legs had hardly diminished. But the suffering of Valindra got worse and worse. She screamed into her gag as she rocked back and forth, desperately trying to find a place to put her weight that didn’t cause agonizing pain, but unable to find one.

Ikeshia watched her sister’s agony. She knew she was the only one that could help her. Ikeshia could not bear the thought of returning to the hose. But if she did not, her sister’s unbearable suffering would get worse and worse. “Master, please take her off the wooden horse and put me on it,” she whimpered, in a trembling voice.

“Very well, slut,” Trorg said. He pulled Valindra from the horse and dropped her into a pile on the floor. The gag was removed from her mouth and stuffed in Ikeshia’s. Ikeshia started to sob as she was lifted up by Trorg and carried over to the dreaded wooden horse. Already she was regretting her decision. But it was too late.

As soon as she sank down on the wooden edge, Ikeshia realized she had needed way more time for her poor, bruised pussy to recover. The pain was even worse than before. Her pussy, already so tender and inflamed, felt like it was being seared by a brand as it pressed down on the unforgiving sharp edge of the horse. She once again tried to grip the side of the wooden wedge with her thighs and push herself up, but it was no use. Throwing her head back and screaming, Ikeshia started rocking back and forth, trading excorticating pain in one part of her sex for another. That was all she could do, to try to spread the pain out from one part of her pussy to another. But within a couple minutes, her entire pussy was once again in unbearable, excruciating pain. She rocked back and forth from one painful position to another. Sweat began pouring off her body and her wails into her gag grew more desperate and tortured.

Ikeshia screamed, praying she would pass out from the pain but the mercy of unconsciousness would not come. It was only a few minutes before she was begging through her gag for Valindra to take her place. But Valindra was still writhing around on the ground moaning in pain and trying to recover.

As the minutes passed, each minute seemed like an eternity for Ikeshia. The pain in between her legs overwhelmed her as she desperately tried in vain to shift her body and find a position that was not excruciating.

As Ikeshia continued pleading through her gag, Trorg yanked Valindra up to a kneeling position and made her watch. “Your sister is in such pain. Are you ready to give her a break and take her place?” he asked.

Valindra started to sob and dropped her head in shame. “No, I am not ready to go back. I need more time. Please, Ikeshia and I will be good slaves. Please stop this, Master. I beg you! Take us both down! Please Master! We have learned our lesson. Please let us rest!”

“I am not here to teach you a lesson,” Trorg replied calmly. “I am here to punish you. And the only way your sister is coming off that horse is if you take her place. So, what will it be, cunt?”

“I can’t go back on yet,” Valindra cried as she looked with guilt-ridden eyes at her thrashing sister.

Ikeshia had given up pleading. The pain had shut down her ability to make rational thoughts. All she could do was scream and thrash around and rock her body. Finally, the pain fully overwhelmed her and she slumped forward, unconscious. But as soon as she did, Trorg went over to the wall where was a shelf and grabbed a small glass bottle. It was smelling salts.  He returned to Ikeshia, opened the cap of the bottle, and placed the open bottle under her nose.

A second later, Ikeshia’s eyes shot upon and she jerked up from her limp position. Then as her sense returned, and she once again felt the unbearable pain between her legs, she lifted her head up and screamed in agony. Trorg capped the bottle but continued holding it. He would not allow Ikeshia to escape her torment through unconsciousness. He turned back to Valindra. “Ready to take her place yet, slut?” he asked. Valindra once again dropped her head in shame. She said nothing. She wanted to help her sister but she could not bring herself to going back on the dreaded horse. She had seen how bad it was for Ikeshia on her second ride. She was terrified of how much worse it would than what was already an unbearable pain the first time. “If you have decided you won’t go back on, we can just leave your sister here for the rest of the day and night? Is that what you prefer, slut?” Trorg asked.

“No, Master,” Valindra whimpered. She tried to mentally prepare herself to go back on the horse.

But the minutes ticked by, and Ikeshia was in unbearable agony for every second of it. Finally, Valindra was ready as she would be. “Please let me take her place, Master,”: she whimpered.

A few moments later, and Valindra was straddling the horse and Ikeshia was back on the ground. Ikeshia was in so much pain that her mind had largely shut down. She barely heard her sister’s muffled cries and pleas. More than 15 minutes passed before Ikeshia’s mind cleared enough for her to notice her sister’s agonized wails. She looked up to see her rocking back and forth, as Ikeshia had done, trying to find a position that was not unbearable torture.

“Are you ready to back on?” Trorg said.

“I can’t,” Ikeshia whimpered, in between her sobs. She looked helplessly at her sister. Ikeshia wanted to help her. But she knew the third time would be even worse, if that were even possible. And she knew how long it had taken Valindra the last time to agree to go back on. It would be much longer this time, if at all. Ikeshia turned her head away o she did not have to watch Valindra suffering.

The minutes passed, and the small room was filled with Valindra’s gagged wailing. Finally, Trorg spoke up again and made the same offer to Ikeshia that he had made to Valindra earlier. “You ready to give your sister relief? If you cannot go back on, we can always end the game and your sister can spend the rest of the day and night here. What will it be, slut?”

Ikeshia looked back to her sister. She knew that one of them would end up spending the rest of the day on the dreaded wooden horse. And she was terrified that if she replaced her sister this time, that her sister would not be able to take another session on the horse and it would be Ikeshia that was perched on the horse until the next morning. Ikeshia did not think she could take another 10 seconds on the horse, let alone numerous hours. “I am sorry, Valindra,” she whimpered, shame in her voice. She turned back to Trorg. “I cannot go back on, Master; it hurts too much.” She dropped her head and started crying, ridden with guilt that she had condemned her sister to this hell for the rest of the day.

Trorg stepped over to Valindra and grabbed her chin, yanking her chin up so he could look her in the eye. “You hear that, slut? Your sister here is making you stay on the horse. I have some good news and bad news. The bad news is you will be here until tomorrow morning. The good news is you will not be alone. Since the game is now over, I have no other use for your sister here so she can spend the night here with you.” He turned and walked briskly over to Ikeshia and grabbed her. When Ikeshia realized what was happening, she wailed in dismay. She realized she had now condemned them both to spend the night straddling the horse with no possible relief for either of them. As she was lowered and sank down on the sharp wooden edge and it stabbed into her cunt, Ikeshia screamed in agony. She was facing her sister she they stared at each other with their pain-filled, panic-ridden eyes. Trorg removed Valindra’s gag and soon the piercing screams of both elf maidens filled the room.

“Have a good night, sluts,” Trorg said and he turned and departed the room.

………………..

Darunia lay in the dirt. Her eyes were glassy and she as in shock. She had been ravaged repeatedly over the past couple of hours. Cum was oozing from swollen, battered pussy and anus. She was covered in dirt, sweat, and cum. She was quickly learning that slavery was just as bad as she had feared it would be.

All around Darunia were the other elf maidens from Ulyfelona. Most were lying limp in the dirt like Darunia but a few were still being ravaged. But as the minutes passed, the last of the orcs finished up. They began hauling the elf maidens to their feet. “Come sluts! Time to take you back to our camp. Our orcs will be attacking your village in a couple hours, but I am sure some may want to have some fun with you before the battle starts.”

Darunia moaned in dismay at the new. She was sore and exhausted and the thought that even more orcs were planning to rape her before the day was over was not welcome news. She slowly crawled to her feet. Her legs were wobbly and she had trouble standing. “Line up sluts!” an orc growled. The elf maidens moved into a line and the orcs began leading them away.

They did not walk long. In less than an hour they reached a larger contingent of orcs. Thousands by the look of it. As Darunia was led through the gathering of orcs, she could see their eyes on her naked flesh. Darunia instinctively reached up to cover her bare chest.

As soon as she did, a whip slashed into her back and she quickly dropped her arm again.

“Here are the slaves that surrendered,” an orc that had escorted the group announced.

Omgum stepped forward. “Have fun with them orcs but be quick about it. We depart in about an hour to take the rest of the cunts from their village. He turned to the orc that had escorted them. “After we depart to sack the village, take these cunts and bring them to Grimnor. He needs slaves for hard labor.”

“I thought if we surrendered, we would not be sent to do hard labor!” an elf maiden cried out in protest. It was Rosanhi. Omgum turned and glared at her incredulously and then swung his arm and backhanded her across the face, sending her crumpling to the ground.

“Have that one whipped,” he called before he looked down at her. “The deal was you would be spared hard labor if your entire village surrendered. Your whole village did not surrender. It was all or nothing. We are giving you the chance to surrender so we don’t have to go through the hassle of attacking cities and villages. If we have to attack them anyway, then your surrender gives us nothing. But don’t worry. The other sluts in your village will be joining you in hard labor soon enough.”

Darunia groaned in dismay. She realized her surrender had gained her nothing. As she was pulled down onto the ground by an orc and he settled on top of her, she realized she should have just stayed in Ulyfelona. She could have enjoyed a few more hours of freedom before the lifetime of miserable slavery began. She closed her eyes as she felt the orcs cock pressing against her sore slit and she tried to mentally prepare herself to be fucked again.

………………..


Agdug headed towards one of the gates of the city. Lined up in front of the gate were two small coffles of slaves. A group of 5 orcs were standing between them. “These are the engineers from Enyanahil and their families?” Agdug asked one of the orcs. The orc nodded and pointed to the first coffle, consisting of 11 slaves. “These are the engineers,” he said, and then pointed to the second coffle of a little over 30 slaves. “And these are their family members – daughters, mothers and a few sisters. We interrogated both groups to make sure we didn’t miss any.”

“Good,” Agdug replied. “Well send them on their way. Grimnor needs them.”

“Alright move it sluts! We have a lot of travelling ahead of us” the orc snapped, and he slashed a whip at the coffles. The slaves starting moving through the gate and the orcs followed them. Agdug watched them depart, and then it was off to his next task. There was plenty more work to be done.

(End of Part 5, to be continued...)

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