The Tale of Agdug: Part 8 –Zestari Is Conditioned

Agdug stared down at the elf maiden as he thrust into her. He noticed the contradiction. She was glaring up at him defiantly, her cheeks reddened with either anger or humiliation or both, and her eyes stained with tears. If she had not had a large gag shoved in her mouth, Agdug assumed it would have been curled into a scowl. But at the same time, the rest of her body was reacting quite differently. Almost as soon as Agdug had stated thrusting into her, her cunt had grown very slick. Her nipples were hard. She was breathing hard and sweating. This slave’s mind was desperately resisting and clinging to her defiance. But her body was thoroughly enjoying slavery and submission. Agdug knew it would be only a matter of time before the mind followed

Agdug was giving this slave more personal attention than he gave the vast majority of the slaves that came through Ulylthemar. This slave, named Zestari, was the property of Urzkhal, who had risen through the ranks of the orc horde and was now one of the top generals leading the orcs’ invasion of Argothrond. He was a close ally of Grimnor. Agdug therefore wanted to make sure this slave was molded into the perfect submissive slut. As he continued pounding into Zestari’s tight, warm cunt, he stared down at her defiant face and debated what tact to take with this slave.

He could send her down to the dungeon and break her more. But that always came with risks. A slave with a completely shattered mind was often dull and emotionless, making her less enjoyable and passionate and therefore of way less value. Normally such a shattered slave could just be sent off to a labor camp or fuck pit. But this slave cunt had been claimed by an orc already. A prominent orc at that. He could not risk shattering her completely. Agdug would try a different tact, to get her mind to accept what her body had already accepted.

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Eleven elves stood before Omgum Boldsword of the Burning Blade Clan and a small party of orcs. The elves were from the small city of Raathlian, in the kingdom of Argothrond, and the two parties had met just outside the city. The 11 elves were the leaders of the city: the Mayor, Belanor, five members of the city’s council who advised him, and five officers in the Argothrond army.

Omgum was offering the elves of Raathlian the terms of surrender. “Every elf cunt in your city will walk out these gates, strip off her clothing and fall to her knees so that she can be collared. We will have some fun with the new slaves and then they will be coffled and led away. Afterwards, we will blow a horn to signal the next phase of the surrender, and the males will exit the city. The males should already be stripped completely when they exit, so we know they are not armed. They too will then fall on their knees to surrender. We will then enter the city and confirm that every elf has left the city and surrendered. Assuming you have, we will honor the terms of surrender. Only female soldiers will be subject to labor camps or breeding camps. Which probably means labor camps for all of them unless you have an exceptionally beautiful soldier. But the remaining elf cunts will all avoid those fates. For the males, all of the youngest males, the young children, will have their lives spared. They will be sent to slave camps to be trained until they are old enough to be made breeding studs or put in labor camps. For the remaining males, 1 out of every 100 will be spared and made a breeding stud and the rest will be killed.”

The assembled elves looked at each other. They had known the terms even before Omgum had offered them. Everyone in Argothrond knew the terms of surrender that the orcs were offering elven towns and cities; word had spread quickly. The terms were brutal. They were unimaginably cruel. But the elves knew they had no choice. Their small city stood no chance against the large army of orcs surrounding them. If they refused to surrender, the females would be subjected to even crueler slavery and every male would be killed, even the children. Surrender saved the male children. Surrender gave a small handful of males the chance to live. One out of every hundred was a cruelly low number, but it was better than zero.

Closing his eyes and dropping his head in defeat, Belanor mumbled, “We accept.”

“A wise decision,” Omgum said. “Return to your city and let your citizens know. We will expect the females to start exiting your city and surrendering within the next 6 hours.”

Belanor turned to return through the gate into the city. The other elves started to follow. But Omgum called out, “No need for you to return to the city, elf cunts. Your males can deliver the news. You can strip now and kneel.”

The elves halted and turned again to face Omgum. One of the elf maidens spoke, fear and desperation in her eyes. She was one of the council members, named Maescia. “Please, let us return so we can say goodbye to our husbands. To our sons!”

Omgum shook his head. “You should have done that before, cunts. You have surrendered. You are slaves. Strip and get on your knees!”

Maescia started to sob as did a few of the other elf maidens. There were five elf maidens in total, three council members and two soldiers. But they did not bother to plead more. They did not dare risk forfeiting the offer of surrender. They began to strip as the six male elves turned again to return to the city without their female counterparts. As Maescia removed her clothing, she watched helplessly as Belanor and the other male elves disappeared into the city.

Omgum watched as the females stripped. As soon as they were naked, an orc started barking at them instructions on how to properly kneel. Maescia and the other elf maidens fell to their knees and knelt as instructed. Orcs approached and snapped collars around their throats. As the iron closed around Maescia’s throat, panic began to set in, and she started to cry harder. The once proud member of Raathlian’s council had been reduced into a frightened, defeated mess. And into a naked, kneeling slave.

Omgum stepped over to Maescia, staring between her parted thighs as she knelt in the dirt. She was still sobbing, and trembling with fear. “I am going to sample this one first. Enjoy the others. Make sure the two soldiers have their collars marked so they can be set aside for the labor camp.” He snapped a leash on Maescia’s collar. “Crawl and follow me slut,” he growled. “I am going to take you to my tent to sample that delightful little elf cunt of yours.”

As Maescia crawled behind him, Omgum turned and glanced back at Raathlian. It would be the first city to offer complete surrender to his forces. The elves were starting to understand how hopeless their situation was.

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Zestari lay trembling as hands continued exploring her body. She was strapped down on a table, limbs spread. She was blindfolded and could not see who was groping and fondling her, but she heard voices that she knew belonged to elf maidens and goblins. If there also any orcs participating in this, they were silent.

Fingers were slowly tracing up and down her thighs, her belly, and upper chest. Some were soft, unmistakably belonging to elf maidens. She could also feel claws gently scratching against her skin, which were the hands of the goblins she surmised. The sensation felt good but Zestari was too humiliated and afraid to lie back and enjoy it.

Suddenly she felt someone’s lips on neck, planting soft kisses up and down her neck around her collar. They wee feminine lips and then the lips pressed to her ear and an elf maiden’s voice whispered softly, “Just surrender to the pleasure. Embrace it. We are slaves. Sluts. Pleasure is the gift that our orc and goblin Masters bestow upon us.” The lips returned to Zestari’s neck and began to nibble and suck. Zestari tried to ignore the sensation. She was no slut! Everything she had done since being enslaved, she had been forced to do. She would do what the orcs demanded! But she would never enjoy this! Never!

Zestari felt finger tips began tracing slowly down her belly and then back up again. As the fingers slid below her belly button, it sent a warm tingle in Zestari’s loins. She tried to ignore it. More fingers began tracing along her belly and inner thighs. More began tracing around her breasts. A second pair of feminine lips began nibbling and sucking in her neck, from the other side. A third mouth began nibbling on her earlobe.

Zestari began to sweat. Her heart started racing. Her body felt hot. They were clearly trying to tease her and it was working, but she was determined not to let them know. But as mouths and hands continued stimulating her but avoiding her most intimate and sensitive areas, she began to squirm, longing for more. As soon as she noticed she was squirming, she forced herself to stop. But she could not ignore the sensations stirring in her body as she was teased all over.

“Just let go and enjoy the sensation. You are a slut like all of us; this pleasure is our gift,” a voice said softly in her ear before the elf maiden who had spoken the words began nibbling on her other ear.

Zestari's mind was beginning to grow hazy with desire as the fingertips continued to flitter along her body and the mouths nibbled and teased at her neck and ears.

Suddenly, hands and fingers began tracing over her and gently caressing her breasts. The sensation was thrilling but Zestari redoubled her efforts to ignore it, to suppress her arousal. She felt goblin fingertips tracing around her nipples, but not touching them. She started to squirm again, as she was overcome with the desire for the hands to tweak her nipples. She was ashamed that she felt such desire.

Zestari could feel her nipples begin to tingle and soon they were stiff and she was humiliated at how her body was betraying her. Even more humiliating, the tingle in her loins was growing more intense and she could start to feel a dampness between her legs.

Just then, a goblin’s finger slid from her inner thigh, ever so gentle against her slit, as it traced up to her belly. The touch was ever so slight but Zestari gave out an involunarty gasp and she had to fight the urge to push up her hips in search of the hand.

The goblin must have noticed her reaction. “See, you are a little slut,” he remarked. “Embrace it, elf. This is your purpose, to be a slut.”

It felt like more hands were touching and exploring her body, though no more hands slid between her legs. The tingle in Zestari’s nipples and pussy had turned to a steady roar. She could not resist anymore. Zestari began writhing around as hands and lips caressed her belly, chest, neck, and thighs. She let out an involuntary soft moan and then bit her lip, desperately trying to suppress the noise.

Another hand traced gently down her slit and Zestari let out a loud gasp. This time her hips surged up, longing for the touch again. A few of the elf maidens giggled when they saw her reaction.

As goblin hands began massaging her breasts, Zestari once again began writhing and panting heavily. Her pussy was throbbing, yearning to be touched again. She could feel her pussy juices dripping down the crack of her ass.

Her pussy and nipples still went almost completely untouched, and Zestari was desperate for the hands and mouths to find those areas; she was desperate to cum. She gave up trying to ignore and resist the sensation and just tried her best to hide her arousal, so as not to give the goblins the satisfaction, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle.

“Please….” Zestari wailed before trailing off. At this point she was not even sure herself whether she wanted to beg them to stop or beg them to make her cum. The hands on her breasts and thighs were now replaced with goblin and elf maiden mouths and tongues. The mouths on her breasts licked and nibbled and sucked all over her breasts, but avoided her throbbing nipples. The mouths on her inner thighs licked and nibbled all around but avoided travelling to her sex that was so desperate for attention.

Finally, Zestari gave up any pretense of resistance. “Please I need to cum!” she whimpered, shame in her voice. Her hips began bucking again and she parted her thighs as wide as she good against the straps holding her down on the table. She could smell her arousal in the air. She could feel the air against her dripping sex. She longed for a finger, tongue, cock, anything, to slide inside her slick cunt.

A single goblin fingertip slid along her slit again and Zestari moaned loudly. As his hand traced up to her naval, she felt the slippery witness from her aroused pussy trail up her belly from his finger. “Please Master, I beg to cum!” she cried loudly. “This slave begs to cum!” For that moment, her resistance had been completely stripped away. She was just a needy little slut, desperate for an orgasm.

Her cries were cut off as lips pressed to her own, and Zestari parted hers to let an elf maiden push her tongue into Zestari’s mouth. Zestari eagerly sucked on the tongue. Their tongues swirled around one another.

Then a goblin spoke up. “Alright., let’s try these little paint brushes and feathers on her.” Suddenly Zestari felt soft tickles all over her body, which caused her to squirm more. A couple of her assailants began gently trailing brushes around her nipples, causing a surge of arousal. Her nipples were so aroused and stiff that they ached, and Zestari moaned loudly into the mouth that was still kissing her. Her man intensified and she started squirming wildly when another one of her assailants began gently tickling the folds of her sex. She pushed up her hips, desperate for more contact and she groaned in aroused frustration. She was so desperate to cum! She did not care anymore about her dignity. All she wanted was to cum!

The goblins and elf maiden slaves circled the brushes and feathers around her nipples, gently teasing the stiffened peaks, while they similarly teased the folds of her sex ever so slowly and gently. Zestari bucked her hips to get what her mind screamed for, her moans and gasps muffled by the mouth of the slave still kissing her. Zestari could feel her pussy dripping as the brushes and feathers continued teasing her, driving her wild with arousal but the contact was never enough to take her over the edge and give her the release she so desperately craved. The burning arousal between her legs was now an intense inferno. Her body shook and her pussy twitched from her intense desire to orgasm that coursed through every fiber of her body. But instead of getting the orgasm she so desperately craved, she was held at the very brink of agony and ecstasy.

The elf maiden pulled her mouth from Zestari’s and Zestari cried out. “Please Masters, this slut begs to cum! Please! Please! This slut needs to cum! Please Masters please fuck me! Please I beg you to fuck me!” Zestari could not believe the words were coming out of her mouth as she begged like a wanton slut to be fucked. But the throbbing, pulsating fire in her loins was driving her mad.

Suddenly, Zestari felt a hand slip to her sex and part her folds. A moment later, she felt the soft bristles of a brush circling around her exposed, swollen clit. Zestari squealed in ecstasy. Her legs strained against the straps holding her down and she arched her back as the surge arousal overcame her.

Then she felt a pair of mouths wrap their lips around her swollen nipples and the assailants began nibbling and sucking on them. Zestari’s mind erupted. She flung her head back and cried out. She was on the brink of orgasm as the brush continued flicking back and forth on her clit.

But then suddenly the brush was pulled away. Zestari let out a dismayed wail. “No! Please let me cum! Please Masters! Please!” Her pussy was constantly leaking now, dripping down her ass and thighs. She lifted up her hips presenting her pussy for the attention of the goblins or others slaves. “Please let me cum!” she wailed in between her frustrated sobs.

“Are you a good little slut! A slave who wants to get fucked?” a goblin asked.

“Yes! Yes!” Zestari cried. “Please fuck this slave’s cunt! Please! Please!”

And then two feathers returned her sex, two this time, and they once again began teasing at her clit. Zestari threw her head back and moaned, drool spilling from her mouth. The feathers worked her throbbing clitoris towards a crescendo… and then when she was again on the brink of orgasm, they once again pulled away.

Zestari let out an exasperated bellow, slamming her head into the table in frustration. She thrusted her hips up in the air repeatedly, as if she was trying to hump the air. A few moments later the brush returned and once again began teasing at her clit. The mouths returned to her nipples and began to nibble and suck on them. Zestari moaned loudly. “Please let me cum, Masters! Please let me cum, Masters! Please let me cum, Masters!” she repeated over and over again. But, as before, when Zestari was on the brink of orgasm, the feathers and brushes were pulled away.

She started to sob loudly, defeated, knowing the orgasm she so desperately craved was not coming any time soon. As she continued sobbing, she suddenly felt a new sensation between her legs. The rough tongue of a goblin began working its way into her sex, causing a new even more intense surge of arousal. The goblin’s tongue slid up and down her slit before it nestled in between her labia and began trailing over her clit. After he had lapped away for a minute, the goblin increased the speed and intensity of his tongue, once again playing havoc with Zestari until she was on the brink of cumming. And then the goblin’s mouth pulled away. Zestari started sobbing again in frustration, until another mouth found her leaking cunt and she felt lips wrap around her clit as her assailant began sucking on the sensitive, engorged nub. Zestari gasped and moaned. In between her aroused primal noises, she pleaded, “Please don’t stop! I beg you!” But yet again, the mouth pulled away at the last moment.

Zestari resumed thrusting her hips up and down, spreading her thighs as much as she could against her restraint. She moaned loudly and began begging. “Please fuck me, Masters! Please give this slut with your thick cocks! Please!” She heard chuckles from the goblins and giggles from the slaves as they watched her trying to entice a goblin to fuck her. But she did not care. She was past humiliation. Past shame. She just wanted an orgasm. That was all that mattered.

The goblins let Zestari’s arousal calm down before they went at her again. This time, she felt two tongues lapping at her slit, one plunging into her slick, burning cunt and the other attacking her clit. They brought her to the edge again and when they pulled back, Zestari started screaming. “Please Masters! I will do anything Please let me cum! Please!”

She felt a hand slide down her belly. Fingers began rubbing her swollen, aching clit. Fingers from another hand plunged into her sex. It was not long at all before she was back on the edge and the hands pulled away. Zestari let out a defeated, frustrated, scream. Before she had even finished screaming, the hands began masturbating her again and took her once again to the edge and stopped. She was a twitching mess, covered in sweat and her own cunt juices. Her pussy and nipples felt like they were on fire. Her throbbing clit a swollen, aching inferno. She begged over and over to be fucked. Promised she would be a wanton slut. A good little slave. That she would do anything her Masters asked from here on out. Tears poured down her cheeks from her utter frustration.

The fingers returned to her twitching sex, slowly trailing up her slit. Zestari bucked her hips wildly. She was lost in her need, no coherent thoughts running through her head anymore, driven solely by sexual arousal. As fingers plunged into her cunt and began to slowly thrust in and out, Zestari thrashed and moaned. It felt so good but she knew it was inevitable that she would be left on the edge with no relief and she sobbed, completely defeated even as she moaned in ecstasy and continued thrusting her hips and splaying her thighs wide.

Zestari squealed as the fingers thrust into her faster and hardier, making wet squelching noises as the goblin’s or slave’s fingers were sucked into her wet cunt. She was writhing and moaning in complete ecstasy, on the verge of climax, her impending orgasm ready to flood her when again the hand pulled away, leaving her teetering on the edge. She screamed until her voice grew hoarse.

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Omgum watched as a dozen more elf maidens filed outside the city walls from Raathlian. “Strip, slaves!” an orc commanded sternly and the elf maidens reluctantly began removing their clothes.

As soon as they were naked, orcs hurried over and grabbed them. One was deemed young and she was taken away and chained up with the other young elf maidens who had not yet blossomed into adulthood. The rest were thrown on the ground and the orcs began ravaging them. Soon, their cries and the orcs grunts mixed with the chorus of grunts and cries that filled the air. All around Omgum, his orcs were giving the elf maidens of Raathlian their initiatory slave rapes.

Many who had already been ravaged were now chained together in slave coffles, ready to be transported to Ulylthemar to be broken and trained. Only the youngest elf maidens who had not yet blossomed to adulthood and had avoided being ravaged would not be sent to Ulylthemar; rather, they would be taken straight to Aegor to be raised in a camp for child slaves. But soon enough they would blossom into adulthood and would be ready to join their mothers and older sisters in sex slavery.

By the city’s surrender, all of the elf maidens save for the soldiers had avoided labor or breeding camps. Omgum was somewhat disappointed that Raathlian had surrendered. He enjoyed fighting and war. But he knew that it served the horde. If the elves gave up hope and surrendered without a fight, there would be less orc lives lost as they subjugated the elven world. Plus, Omgum knew that this was only one elven kingdom. There would be numerous others to conquer and surely some of them would put up fights. There would be plenty more combat and battle for the orcs.

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Soaked in sweat, Zestari continued writhing around and moaning as the tongues and hands continued teasing her. When the mouth and fingers pulled away from her drenched cunt, she cried out in frustration and thrust up her hips, begging to be brought over the edge. She had given up verbally pleading. She wasn’t able to anymore. Occasionally, she would babble incoherently. Her mind was completely hazy. As all of the hands and mouths pulled away from her body, Zestari whimpered in protest. A goblin leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Do you understand what you are now, slave?”

It took Zestari a few moments to regain her senses and respond, but finally she whimpered, “Yes, I am wanton little slut! I am a bunch of holes that yearn to be fucked!” Zestari babbled. She felt something pressing against her lips. “Suck my cock, slut,” a goblin ordered. She eagerly began sucking and licking the goblin’s cock. A moment later she felt a goblin climb on top of her. Her heart began racing as he settled between her parted legs and she felt his cock began to push inside her. She was so eager for that cock to be inside her! As the goblin began thrusting, Zestari moaned loudly around the cock rammed into her mouth.

The goblin began thrusting in and out of her cunt slowly. “Slut, make my friend cum with your mouth! Quickly!” the goblin commanded. Zestari began eagerly licking and slurping away, deep throating the cock as best she could in her restrained position. After only a couple minutes, the goblin groaned and Zestari felt his cum filling her mouth in spurts. She eagerly swallowed it. As the goblin pulled his cock from her mouth, the goblin fucking her increased in intensity. Zestari threw her head back and cried out in pure ecstasy. Her scream grew even louder and she suddenly arched her back as an orgasm erupted through her, her entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure coursed through it.

The goblin kept fucking her and a second orgasm built quickly. It hit her just as intensely as the first. The goblin groaned and came inside her and as soon as he climbed off of her, another goblin climbed on top of her and began fucking her. Over and over the goblins fucked Zestari bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. She moaned, gasped, and screamed nonstop as the orgasms tore through her. She was completely overwhelmed with pleasure as she was fucked over and over. Finally, the last of the goblins fucked Zestari. She lay limp against the table, panting, covered in sweat and drooling, a look of complete bliss washed over her face.

The blindfold came off. Zestari blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light., and she saw the group of goblins and elf maidens surrounding her. And then she saw Isilynor, looking down on her and smiling. Zestari realized that her sister had been one of the slaves that had teased her and Zestari saw the juices, Zestari’s pussy juices, covering Isilynor’s mouth and chin. Isilynor smiled down at her sister. “You did good slave. You are a wanton slut like all of us. You will serve our orc Masters well.” She and leaned in and pressed her lips to Zestari’s and began passionately kissing her. Zestari recognized the feel of the tongue plunging into her mouth. Isilynor had been one of the slaves kissing her earlier. But Zestari didn’t care. They were not really sisters anymore. That was a relic of their past. Now they were just two slaves. Zestari pushed her tongue into her sister’s mouth and passionately kissed her back.

(End of Part 8, to be continued...)

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