The Tale of Agdug: Part 11 – Ryllae is Purchased

Ryllae held herself in display position with her fingers interlaced behind her head, her legs parted wide, and her chest thrusted out. Her cheeks burned red as she held the position. She was too scared not to obey and hold herself in position when commanded, but doing it still brought her great shame and humiliation, even this many months into her slavery. Unlike most the elf maidens captured by the orcs, Ryllae had a strong motivation that kept her from fully accepting and embracing that she was now a sex slave. For Ryllae was a servant of a higher power than these orcs. She was a priestess, a servant of the gods.

Before her capture and enslavement, Ryllae had been the High Priestess of the city of Omylelin. As its head priestess, she was the chief religious figure of the city and was in charge of the other priests and priests of there. She had lived a devout, pious, and virtuous life, dedicated to worshipping the gods. All that came crashing down when the orcs had captured and pillaged Omylelin. She had been captured, stripped, brutally gangraped and dragged off as a slave, along with every other elf maiden in the city. Since then, she had spent the last months of her miserable life in Ulylthemar being broken and trained.

But in all that time, she had refused to surrender fully. In her heart and soul, she knew she was a servant of the gods, not a slave to the vile orcs. They could force slavery on her and make her degrade and defile herself. She did what she had to in order to survive. But never would she accept and embrace this forced submission.

Ryllae was lined up and in display with about a hundred other slaves, all of whom had been priestesses. A handful had been priestess who had served under her in Omylelin. The others were from other cities in Argothrond that had been sacked by the orcs. A pair of orcs was moving down the line inspecting the slaves. Ryllae kept her head forward but glanced at the orcs from the corner of her eye.

The two orcs were Agdug and Zurdras Hellbinder. Zurdras was an influential and powerful orc warlock, who had managed to seize and take control of the magical portal through a dark ritual. He had travelled to Ulylthemar in search of a couple slaves, and was interested in former priestesses. Defiling the former religious leaders of a conquered foe was especially appealing to the orc warlock. Agdug was now showing Zurdras the ones he currently had in stock.

Zurdras had travelled with a couple hundred orcs from his clan, the Crazed Legion Clan. The orcs’ War Chieftain, Grimnor, insisted that Zurdras always travel with many guards, since his life and safety was so critical, being that he controlled the portal between the orcs’ world and the elves’ world. If Zurdras were killed, the orcs risked losing control of their portal to this world. Nott that there was any danger between the portal in the Great Forest and Ulylthemar. Any elven city, town, or settlement within hundreds of miles had been completely pillaged. The only living elves in the area were the slaves being broken and trained in Ulylthemar. But the guards were happy to travel with Zurdras; it was a chance to do something other than their mundane task of guarding the portal in Aegor, and on top of that, all of them would get a chance to purchase a slave in Ulylthemar. The guards were all off browsing the chattel available in the city while Agdug showed Zurdras the priestesses.

Agdug stopped in front of a young redhead. From the corner of her eye, Ryllae could see that it was Elyona, who had been the newest and youngest priestess in Ryllae’s temple in Omylelin. She held herself in display like the others, her eyes lowered in shame.

Agdug reached out and squeezed Elyona’s breasts together. “These are nice and pert, and she has a young and innocent look about her. And redheads are popular. How about her?”

Ryllae knew that Elyona was certainly young, but she was not sure if she looked that innocent anymore. She was covered in dirt and bruises and dirty handprints where orcs had groped or grabbed her when they were inspecting or using her. Her ears were now pierced, which elves considered to be a defilement of their body. And there was dried cum on her lips as well as on her inner thighs. Of course, pretty much all of the elf maidens in the slave camp looked his way or worse, so perhaps Elyona still looked innocent, comparatively, because of her youth, Ryllae thought.

Zurdras reached out to grope the young elf maiden’s breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples. “Perhaps,” he said casually as he reached out to pinch her nipples. Elyona emitted a small pained squeak as her nipples were pinched, but Zurdras quickly realized them and observed them to see how much they had stiffened. “Let me see her holes better,” he said.

“Bend over slut and present your holes,” Agdug strictly commanded, and Elyona quickly turned around so that her back was to the orcs, bent over at the waist and stuck her ass out, and then reached back and spread her ass cheeks, preventing her anus and vagina for the orcs’ view.

Zurdras reached out with his hand and jammed two of his fingers into Elyona’s sex, causing her to grunt. She grunted more loudly when Zurdras started to force his thumb into her ass. “Nice and tight holes,” he remarked and then withdrew his fingers from her orifices. “But being so young, I suspect she is not that experienced as a priestess. Do you have any of their leaders? I think they call them high priestesses?”

“Ah, I believe we have a couple. Agdug was holding a list on a scroll and he scanned it and then walked down the line of slaves before he stopped at an older brunette elf maiden a few slaves up the line from Ryllae. He grabbed the elf maiden’s collar and turned it to examine the number stamped on it, comparing it to the roster on his scroll. “Yes, this one was the High Priestess of one of their larger cities, Mathlhone. Her name is…” Agdug glanced back down at the scroll and found her name. “Almedha.”

Ryllae had met and interacted with Almedha several times prior to the orcs’ arrival, through their positions as high priestess of cities in Argothrond. She had known Almedha to be a respectable and dignified elf. But as Zurdras began inspecting her and pushed his hand between her parted legs and begin to rub and finger her sex, Almedha quickly began moaning and shaking. It seemed she had surrendered to submission faster than Ryllae, or was at least putting on a good show.

That was all Zurdras had to see. “I will take this slut,” he announced. “Any more high priestesses?”

Agdug looked down at his scroll. “Yes…” he said as he started down the line again. He moved down it until he reached Ryllae. He reached out to grab her collar, turning it so he could see the number stamp. “Yest his one was a high priestess in another city. Her name is Ryllae.”

Zurdras hurried over to examine her. “Also a brunette,” he remarked as he looked her over, disappointment in his voice. “The first one was a brunette. You have another high priestess that is a blonde or redhead?” Agdug scrolled down the list, and shook his head. “These are the only two High Priestesses we have. If you want to wait until the orcs take their capitol, I understand that city has many High Priestesses, part of some kind of ruling council in their religion.”

“Zurdras shook his head. “Grimnor has promised me some of them already but I would like to take two back with me now. Let me examine this one though.” He reached out and pinched the flesh around Ryllae’s cheeks, belly, and thighs. Then he reached out and began to roughly grope her breasts. As soon as he did Ryllae clamped her eyes shut. Her lip began to tremble and her cheeks burned red. But Zurdras was focused on her breasts. “Nice tits,” he remarked. “Slut, bend over and show me your ass.”

Reluctantly, Ryllae turned around and bent over, grabbing her ankles. A moment later, Zurdras began squeezing her ass cheeks. “Nice ass too,” he observed.

Agdug nodded. “Slut show this orc your holes,” he commanded. Humiliated, Ryllae released her ankles and reached back and spread her ass cheeks. She whimpered in discomfort when Zurdras forced a pair of fingers into her pussy.

“This one doesn’t juice up like the first one,” Zurdras grumbled. “A niece tight cunt though. He started forcing fingers from his other hand into her ass. “Tight ass too. But I wished she juiced up more quickly.”

Agdug started reading more information on the scroll. “Yes, this one has proven to be a slow learner and not a very good slut. She has clung to her gods and resisted accepting what she is. With as many cunts as we are bringing in, we did not even bother trying harder tactics with this one. We were actually about to send her off to a fuck pit or labor camp. But if you want this one, we can try some more aggressive tactics to break her in and hopefully get her to accept what she is.”

Zurdras pulled his fingers from Ryllae’s orifices. He grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her up and turned her around. He looked her up and down again, and then nodded. “Yes, see what you can do with this one,” he said. He held out his fingers that had just been in her vagina, as well as the various orifices of Almedha and Elyona. “Clean my hand, slave,” he ordered. Humiliated, Ryllae leaned forward and began licking and sucking his fingers clean.

Agdug called over a pair of his slavers as Ryllae was made to turn her attention to cleaning Zurdras’s other hand, and the fingers that had just been in her ass. Agdug pointed to her. “Do what you have to, to break this slut,” he ordered.

Ryllae’s heart started pounding in her chest. She was terrified what was in store for her. But she was determined more than ever not to surrender. They could not make her surrender her honor and dignity. They could force her to bend over or get on all fours or spread her legs for these orcs. But they would not make her forsake her gods!

………………..

It had all happened so fast. Queen Thaconia was in a state of shock and disbelief. The orcs had sacked her kingdom of Alyoshara so quickly. They had stormed the capitol and her castle. Thaconia had watched in anguish as her sons, Prince Durlan and Prince Kemmyth, were chopped down by the orcs. Then she had to witness her daughters, Nylathria and Tehlarissa, being stripped and raped in the throne room, along with Thaconia herself.

Thaconia was locked in a pillory now, what the orcs had called a fuck rack, out in the courtyard of her sacked castle. She had been fucked over and over in it, though at the moment no orc was raping her. She could feel orc cum oozing from her sore, swollen, anus and vagina and down her chafed thighs. That soreness paled in comparison to the searing pain she felt on her thigh where she been branded a few hours prior. But she was not focused on her own pain. She was watching in horror and anguish as her daughters, locked in fuck racks across from Thaconia, were still being ravaged. Their wails and sobs echoed through the courtyard.

As Thaconia watched helplessly, an elf maiden slave and an orc approached her. She recognized the orc first, It was Grimnor, the leader of the orcs. It had been him who had led the charge into her castle and it had been him that had killed Durlan. He had also been the one to strip and the first one to rape Thaconia. Next to Grimnor was a slave. When Thaconia realized who it was, she was shocked. It was her sister, Laerdya. When Thaconia’s and Laerdya’s father had died and Thaconia was crowned queen, she had betrayed her younger sister and turned her over to the orcs, both to remove a rival and also to try to appease the orcs. The latter effort had failed clearly, and now Queen Thaconia and her daughters had joined Laerdya in bondage.

Her sister was naked with an iron collar around her throat. But she was also wearing a crown. It was Thaconia’s crown. Laerdya strolled over to Thaconia, an evil grin on her face. “Do you like my new crown, sis? Our Master says I can have it now. You won’t need it anymore, slave.” she said in a mocking tone. She turned to watch Nylathria and Tehlarissa being raped in their pillories. “Nylathria was your oldest child, no? I suppose she will never get a chance to wear this crown. In fact, I spoke to our Master, and convinced him to send your two daughters to a breeding camp. They are quite pretty and will make some fine slaves for the horde.”

Thaconia’s eyes widened in horror. “Laerdya, please convince Grimnor not to subject them to such a cruel fate. They are your nieces!”

Laerdya glared at Thaconia and then slapped her hard across the cheek. “And I was your sister. Yet you had no trouble subjecting me to my cruel fate. The only joy I will get is knowing that you will have to spend the rest of your life knowing that your daughters will spend the rest of their lives spitting out babies, only to have those babies, your grandchildren, taken from them to either be killed or enslaved.”

Thaconia started sobbing, and Laerdya mockingly rubbed her cheek as if to console her. “Hush, sister. If you are unpleasant like this, you will be whipped. You will learn that soon enough. In fact, it looks like some new orcs have decided to use you. Make sure you do your best to give them pleasure. That is your only purpose in life now.”

Thaconia could not see behind her, locked in the pillory as she was, but she felt hands roughly gripping her hips. A moment later a thick cock drove into her sore pussy, causing Thaconia to scream. But as the orc began thrusting away, the pain began to melt away. To Thaconia’s horror, it started to feel good. She started moaning and shaking her head, angry that her body was betraying her like this. How could she be growing aroused, while being raped, and being forced to watch her daughters being raped? She was ashamed! But still her arousal began to build and build. Soon Thaconia was panting, and on the brink of orgasm. As the orgasm ripped through her, Thaconia cried out…

Thaconia cried out and shot up in her bed. She realized she had been dreaming. A horrible nightmare. Her cry had alerted her guards outside her bed chamber and a guard stormed in. “Is everything OK, your Highness?” the guard asked.

“Yes, it was just a nightmare” Thaconia said quickly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She realized she was drenched in sweat. And she felt dampness between her thighs that was not sweat. “Have a servant run me a bath,” she ordered the guard. She knew she would not be able to fall back asleep and so she would have her bath and get ready for the busy day ahead of her. She was meeting with King Agandaur of Senadorei, the elven kingdom that bordered her own. He had come to propose a grand alliance of the elven kingdoms to defeat the orcs.

………………..

Ryllae choked and gagged as the orc drive his cock fully into her throat and his cock began spurting cum into her mouth and down her throat. She coughed up some of the cum down her chin, but thankfully none spilled onto the ground. She knew she would have been punished for that. Ryllae was exhausted. Her throat, anus, and vagina were so sore. But that was nothing compared to the searing pain she felt across her back and ass from being whipped. For the entire day, Ryllae had been roughly used and abused by the orcs. They fucked her and whipped her and then fucked her and whipped her some more. She had not been given a break all day.

“Get on all fours and present yourself to be fucked!” an orc commanded, and Ryllae quickly got into position. “Now beg to be fucked!” the orc commanded.

Ryllae fought back tears ands she barely managed to not start sobbing. She knew the drill. She had been going though tis same exercise all day. She parted her legs wider and raised up her ass, presenting her ass and cunt to the orcs behind her. “Please fuck this slave, Masters. This slut begs to be fucked in her holes,” she whimpered, trying her best to sound needy and lustful. “Please fuck this slut!” she cried.

 

There was a pause, and then there was the sound of leather slicing through the air and Ryllae felt an explosion of pain across her back. She howled in pain and fell from her position. “That begging isn’t good enough, cunt!’ the orc snarled. So back in position. You will be whipped instead of fucked.”

Sobbing, Ryllae picked herself and got back in position. Her begging was almost never good enough. So, she had been repeatedly whipped, and it was savage every time. A second after she got back in position, the whip slashed across her ass cheeks. And Ryllae screamed in agony. She barely managed to hold her position, but when the whip struck her across the ass, she screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in pain as she reached back to grab her inflamed ass cheeks. “Back in position, cunt!” the orc screamed. “Every time you leave your position, the count starts back at zero. And I will not stop until I reach 20 lashes. So you better hold your position.”

Sobbing, Ryllae got back in position. A second later, the whip struck across her lower back. Then her ass. Then her upper back. Then her ass again. Ryllae struggled to hold her position as the whip but into her tender flesh but managed to hold herself up. Then the whip struck again. This time it struck between her legs and slashed into her tender pussy. Ryllae screamed in agony and fell from her position, once again writhing in pain.

“Back in position. Count starts over!” the orc screamed. A wailing Ryllae managed to pick herself up. As soon as she was back on all fours the orc began raining blows down on her. This time Ryllae managed to hold her position until the orc reached 20. As soon as he did, Ryllae collapsed int a ball. But the orc only gave her a few seconds’ respite. “On all fours and beg to be fucked!” he commanded.

Ryllae slowly picked herself up. In between her pained sobs, she began begging. “Please fuck this slave, Master. This slut begs for her cunt or ass to be pounded by a thick orc cock. Please Master! Please!” she cried.

The orc struck her with the whip across her ass again and Ryllae screamed until her voice went hoarse.

Agdug heard Ryllae’s pained screams as he approached. When he reached her, she was being savagely whipped by the orc. “How is her progress coming?” he asked.

“Some progress but she still isn’t the slut we expect her to be,” the orc slaver replied.

“Then send he down to the dungeon. Perhaps a few days down there will motivate her,” Agdug said.

“No! Please no!’ Ryllae wailed as the orc began dragging her off. She had not been in the dungeon before but knew what went on down there. The orc ignored the sobbing elf as she thrashed around wildly. He continued dragging her away.

………………..

“The reports we are getting from Argothrond are horrifying, just horrifying,” Queen Thaconia said.

King Agandaur of Senadorei was sitting across from her at a table and he nodded. “Yes, what the orcs are doing is unimaginably brutal. “I am sure that, like me, you worry about your own kingdom being subjected to the same fate. I did not want to risk drawing the ire of the orcs. But it is clear to me now that we will face this fate unless we unite and vanquish the orcs from our world.”

Thaconia nodded. “Yes, I believe you are right. At the same time, we must remember that Argothrond attacked them and that is what made the orcs target them. The only kingdoms the orcs have attacked are Argothrond and Kahshara. And those are the two kingdoms that attacked the orcs. We must carefully consider our next move. But I agree with you, that if the orcs attack another kingdom, we must all unite and crush the orcs.”

“Should we wait until they attack another kingdom. Ever day more elves from Argothrond are slaughtered. And more elf maidens are dragged away to slavery. We cannot afford to wait,” Agandaur replied.

“My heard breaks for them,” Thaconia replied. “But I fear acting too rashly. Argothrond attacked without planning a well-thought-out strategy. We must not make the same mistake. But I agree with you. We should not delay any longer than we absolutely must, in order to formulate a plan to crush these orcs. Let us meet with our respective advisors and assess, and then I will come to you and we will propose a grand alliance to crush the orcs.”

Agandaur nodded. He had wanted to move more quickly. But he knew he could not move without Thaconia and Alyoshara. He rose and nodded to Thaconia. He would return to his kingdom. It was time to begin planning.

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Agdug tugged at the leash as he moved toward the courtyard. Ryllae followed behind him, crawling on all fours, trying to keep up so that Agdug did not have to tug the leash harder. She did not want to risk raising his ire. In the courtyard, Agdug found Zurdras. Almedha was on her knee in front of him, licking his cock. Ryllae watched Almedha working the orc with her mouth and tongue. 

Almedha’s back and ass were covered in red lines where the whip had slashed into her flesh and broken the skin. Ryllae knew her own body was covered in much worse cuts and welts than Almedha’s. She had spent almost a week in the dungeon and then another few days being harshly trained outside the dungeon after that. But brutal tactics had worked. Ryllae had learned to let go of her weak gods now. They had not protected her from slavery; they were not worthy of her adulation. She understood that, for all intents and purposes, the orcs were her gods now. And she was eager to get on her knees beside Almedha and worship their new owners’ cock. Zurdras was her god now.

“Your second slut is ready,” Agdug called over to Zurdras, gesturing towards Ryllae. He then looked down at her. “Go to your Master, slut,” he commanded and he unclipped her leash.

Yes, Master,” Ryllae replied and she quickly crawled over to Zurdras and knelt at his feet, parting her knees wide to show her Master her slave cunt that now belonged to him. Keeping her gaze on his feet, she said softly, “Greetings, my Master.”

Almedha was still slobbering all over Zurdras’s cock and he pointed down at her. “Join your slave sister in worshipping my cock,” he commanded.

“Yes, my Master,” Ryllae replied and she eagerly got up on her knees. She pushed her face next to Almedha’s and began softly kissing Zurdras’s balls. She gazed into Almedha’s eyes and both slaves smiled. They began running their mouths up Zurdras’s erect shaft, planting a trail of kisses up either side. When they reached the tip of his cock, they locked lips and passionately kissed each other before they pulled away and then kissed a trail of kisses down Zurdras’s cock, until they reached his balls and each slave took a ball onto her mouth and began sucking. Zurdras grunted in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his two slaves’ mouths slobbering all over his balls.

Ryllae continued sucking on Zurdras’s testicle and flicking at it with her tongue. Almedha began slowly sliding her tongue up and down Zurdras’s shaft, and Ryllae took both of his balls into her mouth and gently sucked on them. After Almedha had licked a few strokes, the two slaves switched places and she began sucking on Zurdras’s balls while Ryllae licked up and down his shaft. They switched places again, alternating back and forth so that one slave’s mouth was on their Master’s balls while the other was sliding her tongue up and down his cock. Both slaves moaned softly as theory worshipped their Master’s cock, their sounds mixing with Zurdras’s grunts and groans of pleasure.

After a while, both slaves began licking up and down Zurdras’s shaft in unison. His cock was throbbing at this point, on the verge of cumming. Feeling his cock throbbing, Ryllae and Almedha moved their mouths to the head of his cock and they began kissing each other so that the head of his cock was between their moths and they sucked and licked on it as they kissed each other.

Zurdras’s groans grew louder and Almedha took the head of his cock into her moth and her head began bobbing as she started sucking and licking the head of his cock. Ryllae lowered her mouth and once again began licking her Master’s balls and then trailing her mouth up his shaft. When she reached Almedha’s mouth, Almedha pulled it away from the head of Zurdras’s cock and the two slaves kissed passionately for a split second before they switched places and Ryllae took the head of Zurdras’s cock into her mouth and began sucking and swirling her tongue around while Almedha licked and kissed a trail down his shaft to his balls, and then back up again. The two slaves once again alternated, going back and forth. As Almedha was kissing and licking her way up Zurdras’s cock one final time, the two slaves, they once again kissed each other, engulfing the tip of his cock in both their mouths and letting their tongues dart around it.

Zurdras groaned loudly and his cock started twitching and both slaves pressed their lips over the head of his cock and felt his cock begin to spurt cum in their mouths and all over their lips. The two slaves locked lips and began sucking and licking the cum from each other’s kips and mouths and after they had swallowed all his cum, they licked up and down the shaft of his cock again to clean that as well.

As Ryllae licked up the last of the cum, she felt an inner peace and tranquility that she had not felt since before the orcs had arrived in her city. It was feeling she had previously felt when she was praying to her gods. It felt so good to show her devotion and submission to her new owner. Zurdras snapped leashes onto his two slaves and ordered them onto their feet. “Time to go back to our base on the other side of the portal, sluts. There you will serve me for as long as I remain there.” Ryllae hurried along, beside her slave sister, eager to begin the rest of her life as an obedient slave. Ryllae’s heart was racing. She felt such bliss, knowing she would spend the rest of her live worshipping, serving, and showing her devotion to her new Master.

(End of Part 11, to be continued...)

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