The Tale of Agdug: Part 7 – Haciathra Is Trained

Haciathra was on her knees in front of the head slaver, Agdug. They were just outside the walls of Ulylthemar. Haciathra had lived in Ulylthemar until the orcs had sacked the city and she had been claimed as a slave by one of the orc officers of their army, named Zagg. She only occasionally thought of her former life now. She had been a student, a young and innocent elf. That elf seemed like a completely different person. There was little innocent about her now. It seemed like ages ago that she had been enslaved but she figured it was probably only a few months. It was hard to keep track of time. Every day for the last couple of months blurred together. All of her days were now spent training to be a slave. The specific day-to-day activities, training, and routines frequently changed. But it was all focused on the same end: making her an obedient and submissive slave.

Haciathra had accepted that she was a slave and that there was little or no chance she would ever be freed. She had largely excelled at becoming a pleasing and slutty little slave. Her cunt was always juicy and ready to be fucked. She was graceful when needed and an abject slut when needed. But there was one task that Haciathra still greatly struggled with: sucking cock. She could not overcome her gag reflex.

Which brought her to her present situation. She was on her knees, Agdug’s erect cock a couple inches from her face. With her arms and hands bound behind her back, the only thing she would be able to use to pleasure him was her mouth. And she knew she would fail. “Please Master, my cunt is nice and tight and juicy for you,” Haciathra said, hoping to convince the orc to use one of her other holes. But Agdug was not having it. He grabbed the back of her neck and began pushing her face towards his cock. “If I wanted to use one of your other holes, I would have ordered you in position to use one of your other holes. I am using your mouth. Suck my cock now, slut!” he growled.

Haciathra had no choice but to open her mouth wide and let Agdug force his cock into it. As he pulled her head down, more and more of his cock slid into her mouth and then, as soon as it began to slide into the back of her throat, she began gagging. Haciathra started bucking in Agdug’s grip, her eyes watering, as she gagged around the orc’s large cock, struggling to breath and panicking. Agdug let his cock sink deeper into her throat and then he began thrusting, slowly at first. This caused Haciathra’s gagging to increase, and she began lurching and retching struggling not to vomit as the cock pushed further into her throat.

Agdug began fucking Haciathra’s mouth faster and deeper, thrusting his hips hard as he held onto the back of her head. Haciathra’s gagging and lurching worsened, and every time Agdug pushed down her throat, he could see her neck expanding and bulging as his large cock roughly stretched her throat.

After a couple minutes, Agdug stoppled thrusting and withdrew his cock most of the way so that it was in only her mouth. Drool spilled down Haciathra’s chin as the cock withdrew and she fell limp, praying it was over and that maybe Agdug would now choose to fuck one of her other holes. But she was in so such luck. Agdug drove his hips forward again, causing renewed gagging and lurching from the helpless slave.

Haciathra closed her watering eyes, praying Agdug finished with her throat quickly. As he began thrusting his hips, driving his cock in and out of her throat, she began thrashing, as she struggled breath. Her throat muscles convulsed around the invading cock. Instinct kicking in as she choked, she tried to pull her head back but Agdug held the back of it, keeping his cock firmly embedded in her throat.

Agdug fucked Haciathra’s face, picking up speed again as she gagged, lurched, and drooled around his cock. He kept thrusting until he was on the verge of cumming and then he stopped, withdrawing his cock back into Haciathra’s mouth. She began coughing, trying to catch her breath. Agdug’s pause gave her a little time to recover, but his only intent was to keep himself from cumming so he could prolong his face fucking of the slave. After a couple minutes, he gripped her head tightly again and drove his hips forward, burying his cock fully into her throat before he resumed thrusting, fucking her mouth and throat for a couple minutes before he had to take another pause. This cycle continued off and on for almost thirty minutes.

But finally, Agdug was ready to cum. He shoved his cock fully down Haciathra’s throat and held her head, her face pressed into his abdomen, as she gagged and struggled to breathe. Agdug decided to make it even harder. He reached down with his other hand and pinched her nose shut. Haciathra’s bucking became more frantic and desperate as her air was cut off. Her gagging grew louder as she desperately tried in vain to breathe through her mouth.

Agdug gave a few more hard thrusts and then he groaned loudly as his cock began spurting, cum exploding into Haciathra’s throat. Her gagging turned to gurgling coughs as the slimy cum filled her throat. She tried to swallow as much as she could but she had trouble getting it down her battered, swollen throat. As she lurched and choked, and as Agdug released her nose, cum began shooting out of it.

After Agdug’s cock stopped pulsing, he pulled it from her throat and mouth and released her head. Haciathra started coughing again, cum and spit flying out of her mouth. Haciathra finally caught her breath and she reached up to wipe her mouth. She knew she was not allowed to let orc cum spill on the ground and so she licked her hand clean and swallowed up the cum.

Agdug glared down at her. “You have been training for some time and yet you are still awful at sucking orc cock,” he snapped. “It seems you are in need for some more rigorous training.” He stood up. “Come slut,” he ordered as he started to walk back towards the city gate. Fighting back tears, Haciathra followed. She was upset about what she knew was going to be an unpleasant day or days. But she was also upset that she had failed to please the orc Master, which she knew was her only purpose in life. She knew she deserved whatever harsh treatment was coming her way for her failure to be a pleasing slave.

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Darunia stumbled and almost fell, but she managed to stay on her feet. She was so sore. So exhausted. She had been travelling in the slave coffle for a couple weeks now. The only time she wasn’t locked in the coffle and forced to walk was at night. If she was lucky, she would get a few hours of rest at night. If she was unlucky, she would be one of the unlucky captives chosen by the orcs to “entertain them” and she would end up spending all or most of the night getting roughly fucked by orcs.

Many of the elf maidens in the slave coffle were the elf maidens from the village of Ulyfelona, both those that had chosen to surrendered and the rest who had all been captured. But others who were not from Ulyfelona, and had been added to the coffle. Darunia guessed they were elf maidens who were captured while fleeing other cities or villages, but she did not know for sure. The slaves were not allowed to talk to each other. Not that they had much opportunity to chatter anyway. They were either walking, hungrily scarfing down slave gruel and water during their one feeding a day, getting fucked by orcs, or passed out from exhaustion on the road, still locked in their coffle, during the brief periods they were allowed to sleep.

That morning the coffle of slaves had been roused awake before the sun had risen. Darunia had been lucky to avoid being chosen to be fucked that night. But the sleep she had gotten was barely restful. It was hard to sleep lying on the hard ground, naked in the chilly air, surrounded by unwashed slaves reeking of sweat and sex, the air filled with the grunts of orcs and the cries of elf maidens who had been chosen that night to be fucked.

Darunia wondered if she would ever get a restful sleep again. Every indication was that the orcs treated their slaves brutally. And Darunia knew they were being sent somewhere to perform hard labor, a fate she had tried to avoid by surrendering and turning herself into the orcs, but it had all been for naught because her entire village had not surrendered.

As the sun began to arise and the sky lightened, Darunia saw the large city in the skyline. She recognized it at once. It was Argothrond’s capitol, Kaalhone. They were marching in the direction of the city but as they drew closer, Darunia saw the sprawling orc camp in front of the city. It was clear that was where they were being taken. Darunia wondered what exactly was in store for her when they arrived.

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Haciathra tried to catch her breath as she startd at the dildo screwed into the stone wall in front of her. The massive leather phallus was so big; she had no idea how she was expected to get the whole thing down her throat. She wiped the drool from her chin and tried to muster the courage to take it into her mouth and down her throat. She had struggled enough with the last one. And it had just been switched out for this current one, which was thicker and longer than the previous one. Since the early morning, Haciathra had been forced to practice deepthroating dildos. The dildos had gotten progressively larger as the day wore one. She was exhausted. Not just from the training itself. She had gotten very little sleep. The night prior, the orcs had inserted a gag into her mouth. The gag had along phallic extrusion that inserted into her mouth and into her throat. She had started gagging as soon as it was jammed into her throat and her wrists were bound behind her back so se could not remove it. She was then tossed into a small cage for the night. With the long fake cock forced down her throat, Haciathra had spent most of the night in a panic, gagging, her throat twitching as it tried to expel the invader. She had gotten almost no sleep. The next morning, when the orcs retrieved her, Haciathra had assumed that was the discipline and conditioning she was to receive for her lackluster blowjobs. But that was just the start of it. Now she was onto the next stage of her conditioning, with these dildos.

Haciathra and the other slaves who were participating in the training were required to simulate fellating on the dildos, taking the dildos in and out of their mouths and throats. They had to take it the whole way into their mouth and throat and touch their nose to the wall. There were a handful of orc slavers observing, slave whips in hand to lash the slaves if they failed. If the slaves failed to touch their nose to the wall each time they took the dildo in, they got whipped. If they were too slow in bobbing their head up and down and taking the dildo in and out of their mouth and throat, they got whipped. If they paused to try and catch their breaths or give their throats a small break to recover, they got whipped.

Haciathra was struggling with this new dildo. Over and over, she forced it down her throat as far as she could, but every time she came up short. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and pressed forward until she choked and gagged too much and had to stop. She could not reach the wall with her nose. Tears, drool, and snot streamed down her face. Haciathra was lucky at the moment; the orc slavers’ attention was on other slaves. But she knew eventually they would see her failing and she would be whipped again. She tried yet again to take the dildo the whole way down her throat. She pushed forward until she lurched and had to stop.

Suddenly, she felt a fierce stinging explosion across her back. Haciathra screamed in pain. One of the orc slavers had returned his attention to her, and seen her fail. “Please Master, it is too long. I can’t do it!” she wailed.

“You can and will, if you don’t want to be whipped again,” the orc growled.

Haciathra reluctantly parted her lips and took the dildo back into her mouth. She pressed her head forward. “Deeper slut!” the orc growled behind her.

As soon as the top of the dildo pressed into the back of her throat, Haciathra gagged and tried to pull back, but the orc grabbed the back of her head and held it there so she could not withdraw. “Deeper slut!” the orc snapped.

Haciathra’s throat convulsed and she began choking. She tried to pull back again, desperately pressing her head back against the hand holding it. “Deeper! Relax your throat!” the orc growled. Her face red from her struggles, Haciathra forced her head forward. The gagging grew even worse but she ignored it and tried her best to relax her throat. She eased her head forward a little more and her nose brushed the wall. The orc let go of Haciathra’s head and she pulled back immediately. She lurched as her head pulled away but she had nothing in her stomach to throw up and only spittle spilled own her chin.

“Again,” the orc commanded.

“Please, Master, it is too…” her protest was cut off and she began making gagging noises again as the orc forced her head back onto the dildo and she was forced to open her mouth and let it slide inside into her throat.

“Relax your throat and push forward. Breath through your nose,” the orc sternly commanded. Haciathra pushed herself forward, lurching as the dildo pushed deep into her throat, but the orc’s hand on the back of her head prevented her from pulling back. She struggled as she pushed forward and barely managed to touch her nose on the wall again.

The orc eased his hand and Haciathra pulled back, gasping for breath. But the orc only gave her a couple of seconds respite before he started forcing her head forward again.

The orc continued forcing Haciathra to work the dildo with her mouth and throat for the next several minutes. The discomfort of the dildo pushing down her throat only eased slightly, and Haciathra’s gagging and lurching diminished enough that the orc was satisfied enough to stop forcing her head with his hand. He released the back of her head and picked his whip back up. “Pick up the pace slut, or you will feel my whip across your back,” he growled. “When I come back to you, we will switch that dildo out for a bigger one so you better get used to this one fast.” He moved on to monitor the progress of other slaves.

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The sweat stung Darunia’s back as she chopped at the trunk of the thick tree with her axe. Her hands were blistered form all her exertions. Her hands also had numerous splinters form carrying the wood she had chopped earlier. But her stinging hands were not nearly as bad as her throbbing back and arms from being overworked. Or the flesh of her back and ass, which stung fiercely from being whipped to keep her working, the pain intensified as sweat soaked into the cuts.

It was late in the day and Darunia wondered when they would be allowed to rest. They had arrived at the orcs’ war camp in front of Kaalhone early in the morning and had been immediately sent to this forest a few miles south of the camp. They were then put to work chopping wood and transporting it to a small clearing in the woods where orcs and goblins were building something with saws and other tools. The slaves had been given a short break for some water. That was it. Pangs of hunger added to Darunia’s torment.

The orcs were working Darunia and the other slaves hard. It was not just the slaves with whom she had arrived. Others were already there working when her coffle had arrived. She wondered what the orcs were building. But she did not have too much time to think about it. She had to focus on swinging that axe, embedding the axe into the tree. She did not want to feel the whip again.

Another slave was working beside her and they were alternating swinging their axes into the tree. She did not know the other slave; she was not from Darunia’s village of Ulyfelona. The slave looked weak, exhausted, and miserable. Darunia wondered how many days or weeks this slave had been forced to work. She wondered if she herself looked the same way.

When Darunia swung her axe again and it sunk into the wood, she heard a series of loud cracks of wood. They had cut the base of the trunk enough that the tree's weight was about to send it crashing down.  She and the other slave quickly moved to the side as the tree came crashing down. Now it was time to break the tree down so they could transport the wood to the collection point.

Darunia fought back tears. Her back hurt so much. She could not imagine what it would feel like tomorrow. She had imagined that slavery would be filled with rape, degradation, and humiliation. She had not imagined she would be turned into a beast of burden. She wished everyone in her village had surrendered to avoid this. They should have just accepted the inevitable. At least then they would only be sex slaves and not forced to do this back-breaking labor.

Darunia pushed aside her thoughts of woe. She knew she needed to focus on her work. She did not want to feel the whip again.

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It was nighttime. Haciathra was on her knees in front of an orc. His massive, erect cock was jutting out, in front of her face. It was not the first cock she had been made to service that night. After having spent the day deepthroating fake cocks, that night she had graduated to practicing on the real thing. The orcs had chosen from among them some orcs that had particularly large cocks. Haciathra had been made to service one after another. Her mouth and chin were covered in cum from her earlier efforts. She was whipped every time her cock sucking fell short of perfection, and her back and ass were pained with red stripes, adding to those that already covered her back from her exercise with the dildos. This was much harder than the practice with the dildos. The dildos didn’t whip her if they felt her teeth. The dildos didn’t whip her if she didn’t do a good enough job licking the shaft or suck as her head bobbed up and down.

All around Haciathra were other elf maidens undergoing similar training and sucking away on orc cocks, the sounds of wet slurping and sucking and orc grunts filled the room.

Haciathra nervously stared at the cock in front of her. It was the largest yet of the night. The orc grunted impatiently and Haciathra quickly opened her mouth wide and leaned in, taking the cock into her mouth. Her lips closed tightly around the head of the orc’s cock and she began teasing the head with her tongue.

“Get it down your throat slut,” the orc snapped. Haciathra began to ease the cock further into her mouth, letting it slowly slide into her throat. But the orc was not patient. He grabbed the back of her head and began pulling it hard towards him, forcing his cock down into her throat and causing Haciathra to gag. As she choked, she instinctively reached up with her hands and braced against the orc’s thighs. This angered the orc. “Hands down, you insolent slut!” he snapped. He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock fully down her throat.

Haciathra panicked, her throat convulsing as she choked, desperate for air. “Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat!” the orc barked, which seemed to always be their guidance. He stared down at Haciathra’s reddening face as she tried to relax. Soon, her head began bobbing up and down. She sucked with her mouth and let her tongue glide up and down the underside of the orc’s shaft. She had largely managed to suppress her gag reflex, at least for the moment.

“Put some enthusiasm into it, slut!” the orc growled. Haciathra began sucking with more vigor, and wet slurping noises and Haciathra’s moans mixed with the sounds of the other elf maidens in the room servicing orc cocks. “Better slut. You are starting to understand that your mouth is just another hole for orcs to use. That is all you are slut. A series of holes for orcs to deposit their cum. Isn’t that right, slut?”

Haciathra nodded as her head continued bobbing up and down. The orc grabbed Haciathra’s head again and began thrusting his hips hard, fucking Haciathra’s mouth and throat. She started gagging and choking again as the orc’s cock reamed her throat. All she could do was gasp for air in between the violent thrusts. The orc did not last long in all his excitement. He groaned as he climaxed, sending torrents of cum down the back of Haciathra’s throat. He pulled his cock from her mouth halfway through, sending the last torrents of cum all over her face.

As she coughed and gasped for air, Haciathra coughed up a bunch of cum all over the floor. The orc started at her irately. “Lick that up, you incompetent slut!” he growled.

Haciathra quickly knelt down and began licking all of the spilled cum on the floor. When she was done, the orc commanded her to kneel to be whipped. “That is ten lashes for the less than perfect blowjob and 15 more for letting orc cum spill on the ground,” he announced.

Crying softly, Haciathra got in position, remaining on her knees and falling forward to lay her chest and face against the ground with her ass raised. A second later, she felt a searing, stinging explosion of pain as the slave whip struck across her ass. She screamed in pain into the floor. As she was whipped, Haciathra knew she deserved it. She was ashamed at how her blowjobs still fell short of perfection and was humiliated she had let orc cum touch the floor. She knew she was supposed to be a better slave. The sting of her shame hurt more than the sting of the lash across her back and ass.

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Darunia hungrily licked the bottom of her bowl, trying to get every last bit of slave gruel. She had been given a meager portion and she figured she would need as much energy as possible, with what she assumed was a long day of chopping wood ahead of her. It was the next day following her grueling first day of hard labor. The sun had not yet risen above the horizon and the air was chilly. Darunia was in a fenced in area in the forest where the orcs had let the slaves sleep for the night. As she finished licking her bowl, Darunia saw orcs approaching to gather the slaves. The orcs started separating them into two groups, one much larger than the other. Darunia found herself in the larger group. Orcs began ordering the slaves in the group to line up. An orc moved between the slaves, securing their collars together with chains. They were being coffled. Darunia wondered where they were going.

The orcs finished coffling the slaves. “Alright cunts,” one of the orcs shouted. “We have almost all the wood we need. But we are in need of iron. The goblins located a nice iron mine in your kingdom. It is ours now. Congratulations, cunts, you are now mine slaves. That is probably how you will spend the rest of your miserable lives.” The orcs began whipping the coffle, forcing it to move forward. Darunia groaned in dismay. As bad as chopping the wood had been, she knew that being forced to toil in a mine every day would be much, much worse. And one day of hard labor had been so bad. The thought of doing this back-breaking hard labor for the rest of her life was too much. Darunia started to sob as she was forced to walk along with the other slaves in the coffle. Why couldn’t her village have surrendered, she thought angrily.

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It was the early morning and Agdug was making his rounds. He had stepped into one of the buildings where the orcs were training the slaves to suck cock. There were a bunch of slaves on their knees servicing orcs. Agdug noticed the slave that had sucked his cock a couple days prior and struggled at deepthroating. It appeared that the more rigorous training had paid off. She was eagerly sucking an orc’s cock, taking the whole thing into her throat, while she pumped another orc’s cock with her hand. She was absolutely coated in cum. It appeared she had received a lot of practice.

Pleased with what he saw, Agdug moved on

Haciathra was on her knees eagerly sucking an orc’s cock. On her other side, she was jerking off another orc, just enough to keep him hard until she was finished with the first orc and was ready to wrap her lips around the second orc’s cock. Haciathra was exhausted. She had been forced to practice sucking cock through the night. She was covered in cum. Some even leaked from her cunt; she had frequently been fucked by one orc while sucking off another. But always one orc was using her mouth. As exhausted as she was, Haciathra was as content as she could be. She knew her cock sucking skills had improved much over the past couple of days. She took pride in that. Her purpose was to please and give pleasure to orcs. She was fulfilling her purpose. She was eager to service more orcs and could not wait until her own Master returned form the war and she could show him all of the skills she had learned at being a shameless slut.

(End of Part 7, to be continued...)

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