The Tale of Agdug: Part 6 – Kaylessa Is Broken

Trorg opened the door and stepped into the small room where Ikeshia and Valindra were being punished. It was the next day, and both elf maidens were still perched on the wooden horse. They were unconscious and were slumped against each other. A combination of pain and exhaustion had caused them to pass out. But with all of their weight still bearing down, pressing their pussies into the sharp edge of wood, he knew they were likely drifting in and out of consciousness, and he could see from the tortured looks on their faces that they had suffered greatly. Trorg lifted each of the sisters from the horse and dumped from the ground. There were reddish stains on the wood and Trorg glanced down at twins’ abused cunts. They were horribly bruised and swollen, and their thighs were also stained red with smears of blood. It looked bad but Trorg knew elves healed quickly. Their bodies anyway. Their minds would always remember this, and it would hopefully keep them much better behaved. But unfortunately for them, their punishment was not over yet. Trorg grabbed the unconscious slaves by the hair and began dragging them from upstairs and then out of the dungeon.

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Kaylessa knelt in the dirt, her knees parted widely. She stared down at the fresh brand on her thigh. She had been branded a few hours ago, but the throbbing, burning pain was still unbearable. And the thought of permanently having that ugly mark on her flesh, like she was some kind of animal, was worse than the pain.  She had wondered if it would ever heal.  As deep as the burn was, she feared it would be forever scarred.  Forever marking her as chattel.

Kaylessa and the other slaves from Isye Edhil had arrived in Ulylthemar early that morning. They had been taken immediately to be branded and collared. And now they were to be “broken” and trained. Kaylessa did not know what was in store for her. She had already suffered through nightmare after nightmare since being captured and enslaved. Near constant rape and abuse. But through it all, she was determined not to surrender.

She knew these orcs were trying to shatter her mind and turn her into a submissive and mindless slave. And she would say the words they wanted to hear. She would do what they commanded. She knew she had no choice. So, she would act the part. Anything to try to minimize the abuse that was inflicted on her. But she would never surrender her desire to be free. She would never accept this cruel fate. She would never be a willing participant in her abuse and degradation. She would act the part but she would never surrender her mind and soul to these vile monsters!

Kaylessa had been a proud elf. She had come from a good family. She had excelled in school and become a legal scribe and risen to the ranks of magistrate. She had been married to another prominent elf from Isye Edhil named Aumanas, who had been the town’s mayor. They had been trying for their first child. But now Aumanas was dead and Kaylessa was a slave. Everything she had loved, everything she had worked for, everything she had been, was taken from her by these vile orcs. But she would never surrender!

The pained muffled cries brought Kaylessa’s focus back on what was in front of her and she looked up. Perched on what the orcs had called a wooden horse were two elf maidens, a redhead and a brunette. They were gagged but screaming into their gags as the sharp wooden wedge of the horse stabbed up into their sensitive groins. Kaylessa and the other arrivals to Ulylthemar were all kneeling in a circle around the two elf maidens perched on the wooden horse, forced to watch.

On either side of the wooden horse were two pairs of stockade pillories, which Kaylessa had heard the orcs call “fuck racks.” They were empty at the moment but it was fairly obviously what would be done to an elf maiden strapped into the pillory, bent at the waist with her ass jutting out. Standing next to the wooden horse and the two slaves riding it was Agdug. He was gently caressing the cheek of the redhead and talking to her in a mockingly soothing tone. “I am sure it hurts slave. It hurts so much. Was it worth stealing those morsels of meat?” Agdug turned to address the new arrivals kneeling around him. “Sluts, the first lesson you better get through your thick skulls is that absolute obedience is demanded. You will do everything commanded of you and will never disobey. These two sluts here were working in the kitchen preparing stew for orcs to eat. As slaves, they are only permitted to eat food that is given to them, which is usually slave gruel. But these two cunts decided to steal some scraps of meat to eat. So now they get to spend a week getting punished.” Agdug released the cheek of the elf as she continued wailing into her gag and squirming around in pain.

As Agdug was addressing the new arrivals, Trorg arrived, still dragging the unconscious Ikeshia and Valindra by the hair. “Ah, two more insolent slave cunts,” Agdug said as Trorg dragged Ikeshia and Valindra over to him. Agdug turned to address the new arrivals. “These two cunts also forgot what they were. They forgot they are animals now, and still saw themselves as sisters who were too good and proper to eat each other’s asses. So, they both got to ride the wooden horse as well.” The kneeling elf maidens saw Ikeshia’s and Valindra’s grotesquely bruised and swollen pussies, and the blood smearing their inner thighs, and now understood fully how unpleasant riding the wooden horse was.

Agdug turned to Trorg. “Set them up in the fuck racks. Then set these two cunts up in the other pair.” He pointed to the redhead and brunette, who were still crying into their gags and squirming helplessly on the wooden horse, in pure anguish. Agdug turned back to address the kneeling slaves. “You see sluts, these two slaves here forgot what they were. They were under the illusion that they were still proud elf maidens and of course no proud elf maiden would commit perverted sexual acts with her own sister. Too good to lick ass. But they are not proud elf maidens anymore. They are animals. Chattel. And their pride and dignity are things of the past. Now they will do whatever we order, whenever we order it, and they will not hesitate or scowl. And you will too, or you will end up like these sluts.”

Trorg had finished locking Ikeshia and Valindra into the fuck racks and had strapped gags into their mouths. He knew they would be quite loud during the next stage of their punishment. Trorg now had the bottle of smelling salts in his hand and he opened it and placed it under the nose of Ikeshia first and then Valindra, waking them up. Then it was time to get the other two slaves in their fuck racks.

When Ikeshia woke, she was hit instantly with the intense, throbbing pain between her legs and she moaned into her gag. She knew at once she was off of the wooden horse but she was disoriented for a moment, and did not know where she was. But as she tried to move and realized her neck and wrists were locked into a pillory, her eyes widened and she went into a panic, bucking wildly against the rack holding her in place. She had spent time in a fuck rack plenty of times during her time here, and knew its purpose. And she knew with the intense pain her poor pussy was in, it would not be pleasant at all to be fucked. It would be downright torture.

Orcs had already started lining up. They knew the drill. Any elf maiden locked in a fuck rack was supposed to be fucked, a lot, to help break, condition, or train them. Ikeshia felt hands on her hips and a moment later she felt a searing pain as an orc began pushing his cock into her tender, swollen, bruised pussy. She screamed in agony into her gag. A moment later, Valindra’s screams joined hers. And after a few minutes, the brunette and redhead were screaming again into their gags, after they were set up in their fuck racks and orcs began fucking them.

The kneeling elf maidens watched in horror. Agdug smiled, seeing the horrified looks on their faces. It appeared the purpose of this exercise was working. These slaves watching were now starting to better understandd the consequences of letting their pride, virtue, or sense of decency interfere with their duties as slave. And now it was time to test that out fully.

“Alright slaves,” Agdug barked. “You are in a circle. Stay that way but get on your hands and knees, all facing the same direction so you are facing the ass of the slave in front of you.” Agdug waited until all of the elf maidens were in position, on all fours in a circle. “Alright sluts. Prove that you understand you are worthless animals. Eat the ass of the slave in front of you.”

Kaylessa stared in disgust at the ass jutting out in front of her face. She knew the elf maiden in front of her; her name was Amaranthae and she had been Kaylessa’s friend in Isye Edhil. Kaylessa was glad at least that Amaranthae was not related to her and she wondered how many other elf maidens in the circle were not so lucky. Sighing, Kaylessa leaned in and began tentatively licking Kaylessa’s ass cheeks. A second later she felt a face pushing in between her own ass cheeks and a tongue began sliding up and down between them. Kaylessa was determined not to be that intimate with her own mouth; she would keep her tongue on the outside of Amaranthae’s cheeks and not between them.

But then suddenly there was the sound of a loud crack of leather against flesh and Kaylessa felt a fierce sting across her back. An orc was walking around the circle of elf maidens, observing them, and he was not pleased with Kaylessa’s efforts. “Get your tongue in there, slut!” he growled.

Fighting back tears, Kaylessa pushed her face in between Amaranthae’s ass cheeks, her nose nudging deep into her crack. Kaylessa began dragging her tongue up and down the crack of Amaranthae’s ass. Kaylessa was humiliated and disgusted that she was being forced to do this. She despised these orcs with every fiber of her being. “I said get your tongue in her ass, slut!” the orc growled again. A reluctant Kaylessa pushed her tongue in further and began licking Amaranthae’s asshole before she pushed her tongue harder until it wormed its way into her anus.

Agdug watched, pleased, as the circle of elf maidens began licking the asses of elf maidens in front of them. It was a sight to behold as these once proud elf maidens were all formed in a circle with their faces buried in each other’s asses. Agdug knew they were humiliated and disgusted. That was the point. But he was pleased how quickly they had complied. It just proved in his mind how submissive and weak elf maidens were. They were natural slaves. “Now move your mouths down and start licking their cunts!” Agdug commanded loudly.

Kaylessa heard Agdug and slid her mouth down, sliding it in between the folds of Amaranthae’s sex, and she began licking her slit. As Kaylessa pushed her face in deeper, she smelled and tasted almost at once the strong musky smell of her friend’s aroused pussy and she realized she as being turned on by this. When Kaylessa felt a tongue slipping in between her folds and flicking against her clit, she shuddered and tried to ignore the surge of arousal she felt. She focused on her own task, licking Amaranthae’s sex until her mouth was filled with Amaranthae’s feminine juices, salty, sweet, and musky. The fluids began running down her chin. Kaylessa had never been intimate with any female before, but this was just one of many sexual firsts she had experienced since being captured by the orcs, and this one was at least not as painful or rough as so many of the others with the orcs had been.

“Alright sluts, turn around and begin worshipping the ass of the slave on your other side!” Agdug barked. Kaylessa pulled her face away from Amaranthae’s ass and pussy. She began to shuffle around on her hands and knees until she was facing in the opposite direction. Now Kaylessa was facing a new the ass, the ass of the elf maiden who had just been licking Kaylessa’s ass and pussy. Kaylessa pushed her face in between her ass cheeks and began tonguing her asshole. She felt so humiliated and degraded. Her once proud life had been reduced to a life of being raped by orcs and now apparently sticking her tongues into the assholes of the orcs’ other elf maiden victims. But she still clung to her determination not to give in and accept that she was a lowly sex slave. She would do what was commanded of her but she would never embrace slavery!

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“No, please do not throw me in there!” an elf maiden cried. Her pleas were ignored, and the orc shoved her forward sending her falling into the fuck pit. She was caught at the bottom by an orc. He immediately threw her to the ground and began roughly fucking her. With a loud wail, the next elf maiden was thrown in. She too was caught at the bottom of the pit and soon thereafter was on the ground being ravaged.

The two small coffles of elf maiden slaves from Enyanahil had arrived at Grimnor’s base camp, after travelling there from Ulylthemar. Now the coffle of 11 engineers were being made to watch as the other coffle was being tossed one by one into the fuck pit. The elf maidens going into the fuck pit were the mothers, daughters, and sisters of the engineers. The elf maiden engineers watched helplessly and in anguish as their loved ones were subjected to rough, violent sex down in the pit.

Vagrat spoke up. “Alright cunts, you see what has become of your families. They will stay in here until you complete your task.” He paused, looking over the elf maidens as they eyed him, desperation in their eyes. He smiled, knowing they would do whatever he commanded. Seeing the fuck pit in action was a good motivator. He continued. “We have some of our goblin engineers in the forest that is about three miles south of here. They are overseeing as slaves chop wood and transport iron and stone to them. We want siege weapons. Siege weapons like you knew how to make for your kingdom. You do what we want, and your loved ones will be removed from the pit and all of you will get to experience a much gentler slavery. I suggest you hurry so that the minds of your mothers, daughters, and sisters aren’t completely shattered in that fuck pit before they are removed.” Vagrat turned to one of the slavers who had escorted the slaves to him. He nodded and the slavers began leading the coffle of engineers away, towards the forest in the south.

As Vagrat watched them go, he knew for their sake they had better be able to reproduce those siege weapons. And also for the orcs’ and goblins’ sake. Without those weapons, they had no viable option for conquering Kaalhone. Vagrat turned to go find Grimnor so he could report that the engineer slaves had arrived and were beginning their work on the siege weapons

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King Vamir stared sullenly at the latest message scroll that Argothrond had received by bird from another elven kingdom. It said the same basic message as those from the other kingdoms that had responded to King Vamir’s latest plea for help. The other kingdom invariably prayed for the safety and wellbeing of Argothrond and that it would prevail against the orc threat, but it was unable to send military assistance.

“The orcs still have no way of taking the capitol. We will slaughter them when the try and then we can push out from the capitol and begin to conquer their remaining forces,” General Rhothomir said.

“But in the meantime, there is nothing protecting the rest of the kingdom. The orcs will ravage every city and town and kill and enslave every elf outside of the capitol,” Queen Velatha said, dread in her voice.

“You said we have plenty of resources to outlast a siege,” King Vamir said. “But with the orcs controlling vast swaths of the kingdom and taking more every day, will they not have the supplies to continue the siege indefinitely?” he said.

Rhothomir said nothing for a moment and then nodded. “Yes, that is probably the case,” he said softly.

“So, we can last a long time but not forever. Meaning they will eventually outlast us. They have more access to supplies than we will. It will only be a matter of time,” Vamir said, his face pale.

“Perhaps, but we can survive a long time…” Rhothomir began but then Vamir interrupted him.

“A long time but eventually, we will run out of supplies here. We can delay for a long time but eventually, they will starve us out.” Vamir crumpled up the scroll he had received.

“Your highness, I wish I had a better solution for you,” Rhothomir said. “But sending out forces out to engage the orcs is too risky. It is more than risky. It is suicide.”

Vamir nodded. He knew there was nothing they could do. The meeting ended but Velatha did not return with Vamir to the throne room. She instead went to see her advisor, Tarasynora. When Velatha outlined what she wanted, Tarasynora gave her a surprised look. “You want me to send word to the orcs that you wish to meet with them? Your highness should we not go through the King?”

Velatha shook her head. “No, this meeting with the orcs will only be with me. Send the message. And be discreet.”

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Kaylessa howled in pain as the cane once again slashed into her ass and she danced around, shaking her butt, trying anything to make the intense sting diminish. She had lost count how many times the slaver Vothug had caned her. It was many dozens of times. Maybe hundreds. Her entire ass felt like it was on fire.

It had been several days now since Kaylessa had arrived in Ulylthemar. And for every day since her arrival, she had suffered unrelenting abuse, being constantly beaten, roughly fucked, and beaten more. She had been determined to cling to her honor and virtue. Now she was just desperate for the abuse to stop. But no matter what she did, the orcs did not relent.

With her wrists and ankles locked in manacles, there was no way she could shield herself as Vothug caned her ass again and again. “Please stop, Master, I will be a good slave! I will be a good little slave” she wailed. Vothug ignored her pleas and struck her ass a few more times, causing Kaylessa to howl in pain again. She tried to catch her breath as she waited for the next blows.

But instead, Vothug set down the cane and then he placed his hand on Kaylessa’s tender, beaten ass, causing her to wince in pain. “What are you, slut?” he asked her.

“I am a slave, Master!” Kaylessa whimpered.

“And what is a slave?” Vothug asked.

“I am three holes for my orc Masters to fuck for their pleasure,” Kaylessa whimpered

“And what is your duty as a slave?” Vothug asked.

“To give absolute obedience to my Masters, to be a pleasing little slut and to service my Master with all of my holes,” Kaylessa whimpered quickly.

“And which hole do you enjoy an orc fucking the most, slut?” Vothug asked.

“My cunt, Master,” Kaylessa said. “It feels so good when my slave cunt is stuffed with orc cock.”

Vothug slid his hand down Kaylessa’s ass and between her thighs. As soon as he did, she parted her legs wider to give him access to her pussy. He pushed a couple fingers into her sex and began thrusting them in and out. After only a few thrusts, his finger began making a wet, squelching noise as her pussy slickened. Kaylessa began moaning and throwing her hips back to meet his fingers’ thrusts.

Vothug continued finger-fucking Kaylessa for a couple minutes before he withdrew his hand. He inspected his fingers, which were glistening, but frowned. “Not wet enough, you ungrateful little cunt,” he growled.

Fear filling her eyes, Kaylessa shook her head. “No, Master, please, I am good little slut. I beg you to finger me more. Or fuck me! Please Master!” She spread her thighs wide and raised her ass up as much as she could, thrusting it back into the air repeatedly, inviting him to finger her or fuck her. But Vothug leaned forward and wiped his fingers off in her hair. Then he picked up his cane. A second later, there was a loud crack as the cane sliced into the flesh of her ass, and Kaylessa screamed in pain. She knew she would receive countless more lashes and there was nothing she could do. Pain and hopelessness overwhelmed her.

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“Open the gate,” Queen Velatha repeated, in a stern voice.

The guard who at the gate stared at the queen nervously. “Queen, you should not go out there. We should speak with the King,”

“The King is not here. I am. And I gave you a command!” Velatha snapped angrily. Reluctantly, the guard turned and nodded to a pair of elves and they began turning a large metal wheel. The gate began to raise. As soon as it was open enough for Velatha to slip through, she exited the gate. Only a small handful of guards were with her. She started walking, away from the city and towards the massive orc horde. The orcs had received her message and sent a message back. They had promised her safe passage to parley. She prayed they were true to their word. But it was a risk she had to take. Velatha had not told her husband about her message or this meeting. She knew he would be furious. If she returned safely to him, she would explain her actions. She was desperate to save her daughters. Of course, if she was successful in saving them, it might very well mean she never returned to Vamir or her daughters. But it was a sacrifice she would not hesitate to make. As Velatha moved towards the line of orcs she saw a small handful had moved closer, just outside of the range of the elves’ ballistas. She headed in that direction to meet them.

Grimnor was waiting with a few of his lieutenants, including Orgzul and Urzkhal, as the Queen approached. When she reached them, Grimnor spoke.  “I was most curious about your message, Queen. What is it you have come to discuss?” he asked her.

“It is clear by now you have no means to take this city. You have been here for many weeks now, and every attempt you have made to attack has been quickly repelled. You will never conquer the city. But I have come to offer you terms,” Queen Velatha said.

“Queen Elf, we have already sent your husband proposed terms for surrender; they are the same terms we offer every city,” Grimnor replied.

“Those term are laughable, and unlike the other cities, we can actually defend against your attacks,” Velatha said. “You have an entire world of elves to capture slaves. Most of it not so nearly fortified as our capitol. Yet I assume you want to save face, and show your strength, and so you continue to target this city,” Velatha said. “So here are my terms. You will agree not to attack this city. You will lift your siege. You will take your forces from Argothrond, and attack some other kingdom. And finally, you will return my daughter, Miriella, to my husband. In return, I will give you the prize you cannot get because you cannot conquer this city. You will have me, a queen, as your slave.”

Grimnor looked Velatha up and down and chuckled. “You are right about one thing. I do desire to have an elf queen on her knees, naked, and collared at my feet. But there is no deal to be made. I will have you, and all your daughters, and every elf maiden in your city. After we take your city.”

An orc behind Grimnor called out, “Can we at least have her strip and show us her tits, ass, and cunt before we turn her down?” Grimnor chuckled but held up his hand to silence the orc.

“If you could have taken our city, you already would have. You will never get my daughters. And this deal is the only way you will have me,” Velatha said.

“If you truly believed that we cannot take your city, you would not be here offering me your cunt. I will take your city, and you, and your daughters. I do not need to make deals,” Grimnor said.

Velatha had tried to exude confidence but her demeanor changed. Desperation in her voice, she said softly, “Then if you will mot make that deal, at least allow my daughters safe passage and refuge to another kingdom. You can have me now, and if you manage to breach the walls, you will have all the other elf maidens. Just let me daughters go.”

Grimnor shook his head. “If you want to help your daughters, I suggest you return to your castle and have a few guards roughly fuck them. Elf cock isn’t nearly as big as orc cock, but that will at least help them prepare just a little for when we storm your castle and ravage your daughters over and over.”

Velatha glared at Grimnor and then turned to depart back to the castle. Her guards quickly followed.

“The next time I see you, it will be to fuck you as my slave!” Grimnor called to Velatha as she stormed off.

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Kaylessa moaned loudly as the orc thrusted into her. He was the latest of dozens of orcs that had fucked her. She had been left on her knees, her arms bound and suspended above her head and her ass thrust up in the air so that all of her holes were available to be used. The orcs had been using her holes hard for hours. And Kaylessa was in absolute heaven. She had been a slave in Ulylthemar for several weeks now. And Kaylessa fully accepted what she was. She no longer resisted or denied it. She was a slutty little slave. And she was in heaven right now as the latest orc pounded her. Kaylessa had lost count of how many orgasms had racked her body as she was fucked over and over.

Kaylessa was covered in cum but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed it. It helped to reinforce what she as now, a receptacle for orc cum. Kaylessa felt some cum on her upper lip and she eagerly licked it up with her tongue. The latest orc fucking her groaned as he climaxed. He pulled his cock from her gaping, sopping wet cunt and circled around. Kaylessa eagerly opened her mouth and took his cock into it and began licking and sucking it clean. As she did, she felt a cock pressing against her anus and then began to push inside her. Kaylessa moaned in pleasure through the cock in her mouth. She loved having an orc cock in her ass almost as much as she loved one in her cunt.

The orc pulled his cleaned cock from Kaylessa’s mouth and lumbered off as the orc behind her began pounding her ass. She moaned again, enjoying the feeling of her ass being reamed. Gone was the former magistrate. Gone was the proud former wife of the mayor of Isye Edhil. All that remained was an eager slut.

Agdug was making his round, when he saw Kaylessa, covered in sweat and cum, and being ass fucked. He stepped over to her, crouched down, and grabbed her chin, pulling up so he could look into her eyes. He saw how they were filled with lust. He watched as she tried to take his thumb into her mouth and suck on it. She had been broken. She was ready to be molded into a valuable slave. Agdug released Kaylessa’s chin and stood up. He looked past Kaylessa to the orc fucking her ass. “This one is broken. When you are finished fucking her, untie her and take her to begin her training.” The orc nodded and then returned his focus to fucking Kaylessa’s tight ass.

Agdug moved on. He was glad that the slaves from Isye Edhil were coming along so well.

(End of Part 6, to be continued...)

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