The Tale of Agdug: Part 12 – Minuvae is Conditioned
As the orc roughly fucked Minuvae’s throat, she tried her best not to gag, and ran her tongue along the underside of the orc’s cock to enhance his pleasure. She was struggling; the orc had a very large cock and she was gagging each time he drove his cock into the back of her throat. All she could do was ignore the soreness in her jaw and open her mouth as wide as she could so that her teeth did not scrape the orc’s cock and earn her a punishment. He was proving to be a much more difficult orc to pleasure than the previous one, who had fucked her mouth minutes before. That orc’s cum was running down her chin; Minuvae had managed to make him cum in only a couple minutes. But it seemed like this latest orc had been fucking her mouth and throat for ages. She wished she could use her hands but they were bound behind her back. She was expected to bring the orcs to pleasure using only her mouth. The only consolation to her plight was that the orc was doing all the work, gripping her head as he thrusted away into her mouth. She just had to do her best to endure it and use her tongue to slide along the cock as it drove in and out of her mouth and throat.
The orc was oblivious to her struggles, grunting in pleasure as he gripped her hair and thrusted away. Minuvae was thankful for his grunts. He seemed to be enjoying himself, which was good for her sake. She did not want to be beaten or whipped if he was displeased.
As she gagged and tried to lick the orc’s cock driving down her throat, Minuvae thought of all that had happened to her in the past few months. After the orcs had started rampaging through Argothrond, her entire village had tried to flee Argothrond to the adjacent kingdom of Senadorei. But they had been stopped at the border, and Senadorei would not grant them entry, fearful that taking them in would bring the wrath of the orcs against them. So Minuvae’s village had taken refuge in the city of Enyanahil, which was on the Argothrond side of the border. But their refuge there had been short-lived. The orcs had attacked the city soon after their arrival. Minuvae and some of the other young elf maidens from her village had hidden inside a home. Her mother, father, and older brother had joined the desperate battle to fight off the orcs. Their efforts were to no avail. The orcs had quickly overwhelmed the defenses. Minuvae never saw her family again. She knew her brother and father were almost certainly dead. She assumed her mother had survived and had been enslaved like her, but Minuvae had not seen her since her own capture and enslavement. She wondered if she was also in Ulylthemar. There were so many slaves in the city that it was entirely possible her mother was here and Minuvae had just not seen her.
Minuvae remembered being dragged from the home in Enyanahil, along with her friends and classmates that had been hiding there, and the elf maiden who had lived there and tried to shelter them. Before that day, Minuvae had been quite innocent. She had been young and sheltered. That innocence had been shattered when she was dragged from the home in Enyanahil. She had been viciously raped over and over by the marauding orcs all day and the following night. Then she had been put to work, forced to dig a massive pit that she later learned was a “fuck pit” for the orcs to keep slaves to fuck. She was forced to keep working by whip, to the brink of collapse. And then, when the pit was finished, she was kept in the pit and raped again, nonstop, over and over, for hours. But she had been relatively lucky. Minuvae had spent less than a day in the fuck pit before an orc had selected her as his personal chattel and she had been taken from the pit and sent here to be trained. She often thought of her friends and classmates. She wondered if they were still in that dreaded fuck pit. As horrible as her nightmare had been here, she could not imagine spending another day in that fuck pit, let alone months. Or years. She wondered if they would spend the rest of her lives there. It put things into perspective. As bad as things were for here as a slave, she knew they could be much, much worse.
The orc groaned and as he started cumming. Minuvae did her best to swallow all of the cum. The orc withdrew his cock from her battered throat. He looked down at Minuvae and then crouched down and stuck his fingers between her parted thighs, forcing a couple fingers into her sex. He swirled them around and then frowned. “Your cunt is barely wet, slave!” he snapped. “Are you not grateful that I let you suck my cock?”
Fearfully, Minuvae whimpered, “Yes, Master, very grateful. I beg forgiveness that my cunt is not wet for you.” Minuvae hid her frustration. After months of training, her body did grow aroused quickly. If the orc had thrust his fingers inside her pussy a few more times, she would have quickly started to grow wet. But how could she expected to be aroused simply by having her throat abused?
“Perhaps you would be better suited for a labor camp,” the orc remarked.
“No, please Master, I beg you, I will be a good slut! Do not send me to a labor camp!” Minuvae cried. “If you fuck me, I will grow wet for you quickly! I promise!” The thought of a labor camp terrified her more than a fuck pit.
The orc looked Minuvae up and down. “Eh, you are pretty enough. A shame to waste you in a labor camp. Perhaps you just need some more conditioning.”
Minuvae was relieved she had been spared the cruel fate of a labor camp, for now. But she nervously wondered what was in store for her and what her conditioning would entail.
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“So, if the orcs breach the castle, what is the first thing you do?” Immianthe asked. Immianthe was one of the royal guards in Argothrond and had been tasked by King Vamir to be in charge of the security for his daughters, Princess Jhilsara and Princess Neia. She was quizzing the princesses on what to do if the orcs breached the castle.
“We barricade our door with as much of the furniture in here as we can,” Neia said.
Immianthe nodded. “And then?”
“We put on our chastity belts,” Jhilsara said, her cheeks reddening a little with embarrassment. “And we grab our daggers so that we can defend ourselves.”
Immianthe nodded again. “Correct. And I and your other guards will be outside the door to fight off any orcs. But just in case the orcs get through us and get through the door, you want to give yourselves as much protection as possible. The more time it takes them to… hurt you, the more time we will have to get more reinforcements in here to save you. The belts give us a little more time to try and save you. So, what else do you do after your belts are on?”
“We hide under the bed,” Neia replied.
“And if they find you and drag you out from your hiding spots?” Immianthe asked.
“We take our daggers and try to stab them,” Jhilsara replied.
“Show me where,” Immianthe said, gesturing towards the “dummy” orc that she had set up, a figurine made of leather and straw stuffed in burlap sacks that was approximately orc-sized and shaped.
“Here in the eyes,” Jhilsara said, pointing her dagger towards the ‘face’ of the dummy. “Or in their sides, where they usually have no armor.”
“Good,” Immianthe said. “Tomorrow, we will practice more with your daggers. But it is late now, so get some sleep. But you are doing well. You are prepared. I don’t think the orcs have any chance of getting through our defenses but even if they did, you are prepared.” After she offered that reassurance, she departed.
Jhilsara sat on the bed and shook her head, a worried look on her face. “If the orcs get past our walls into the city, we are doomed to slavery, like Miriella,” she said softly, dread in her voice. “These daggers and chastity belts, any barricades we set up, they only delay the inevitable.”
Neia sat down on the bed beside her sister. She wanted to offer her comfort and reassurance, even though Neia herself was terrified. “I heard father and mother speaking with General Rhothomir. The orcs have given up even attacking our walls. They know they are impenetrable,” she said. “And we may soon have military aid from some other kingdoms. We are not doomed. We have hope.”
“I never told you this but months ago I also overheard father talking with Rhothomir,” Jhilsara said. “It was after that elf maiden arrived here and delivered the news to father that the orcs knew about the tunnel out of the city. The elf maiden that saw Miriella.” She paused and then continued. “That elf maiden told father that she offered to take Miriella away and rescue her from the orcs, but Miriella declined. She said that Miriella seemed broken. Miriella told the elf maiden she could never go back. Do you… do you think we will end up like that, so shattered that we could not ever return to freedom and our normal lives?”
Neia quickly shook her head. “Do not think such things. The orcs will not get us. You do not have to worry that you will end up like that!”
“I am not worried,” Jhilsara said quickly. “I am just thinking that if we are captured, it would probably be for the best that we learn to accept slavery. Maybe having our minds shattered will be a good thing. Maybe then it won’t be quite as miserable.”
Neia said nothing. For her, the thought of being turned into a willing and obedient slave was the scariest thing about the looming orc threat.
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Minuvae moaned softly. She was drenched in sweat and panting, trying to recover. Rivulets of cum and her own juices oozed from her pussy down her thighs. For the past couple of hours, goblins and orcs had fucked her and licked her to orgasm after orgasm. So many orgasms had ripped through her body that it had started to hurt. Her clit still ached and throbbed. But finally, the orcs and goblins had stopped, leaving her locked in and bent over in the stockade “fuck rack.”
As Minuvae tried to catch her breath and she came down from the series of orgasms, she watched as other elf maidens around her received similar treatment. She was in an area of the city where the orcs were conditioning slaves, helping to reduce them into submissive, lustful little sluts. Most were being fucked, fingered, and licked to orgasms over and over, as Minuvae had just been. The air was filled with the sounds of grunts, moans, and flesh slapping against flesh. It reeked of sex, both orc cum and aroused elf maiden pussy.
A pair of elf maidens were locked in fuck racks directly in front of her. Like Minuvae, they were bent over at the waist, with their neck and wrists locked into the slots of the stockade, their legs forced to be spreads wide with a large bar locked between cuffs around their ankles.
An orc was standing behind one of the two elf maidens, a brunette, and he was sliding his erect cock up and down her slit, teasing her. An orc moved behind the other, a young blonde, and began to do the same to her. The blonde was gagged, and all she could do was mewl into her gag as she wiggled around. But the brunette was not gagged and she was begging to be fucked, having been teased and tormented for too long. “Please Master, please fuck this slut!” she cried. “This slut begs to be fucked!”
“Where do you want my cock, slut?” the orc behind her.
“In my cunt! Please Master, in my cunt!” the brunette replied.
“Oh, not this hole?” the orc said in a mocking tone and he used his hand to guide his cock upward until it pressed against her anus.
The brunette slave arched her back and cried out. “No Master! Please not there! In my cunt Master! Please, my cunt!”
The orc adjusted his cock again, lining it up with her slit. He started to push his cock in between her labia ands the brunette moaned loudly and began wiggling her ass and thrusting her hips back, trying to bury his cock even further inside her. But the orc stopped pushing forward and pulled back. The brunette cried out in protest and tried to push her ass back further but as she did, so did the orc, so that only the tip of his cock remained inside her.
“Please Master! Please ram your cock into me!” the brunette wailed. “I beg you!”
The orc thrusted forward hard, driving his cock inside her and the slave threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy. She began slamming her ass back over and over, humping away so that the orc’s cock slid in and out of her sex. The amused orc stood there, not thrusting, letting the slave do all the work as she desperately tried to get herself off.
The blonde was still being teased. The orc continued sliding his cock up and down her slit without pushing it inside her, and the blonde slave was throwing her hips back and wiggling her ass up and down, desperate to get his cock inside her.
“You are eager little sluts,” the orc said, to both the blonde and brunette before he drove his hips forward and buried his cock inside the blonde. She screamed in pleasure through her gag as he began thrusting away. The first orc started thrusting too, into the brunette, and soon both elf maidens were moaning and gasping, their bodies spasming and squirming and their hips jerking as they were fucked. The orc fucking the blonde pulled his hand up and then brought it down hard across her ass cheek, making her moan even louder into her gag. The brunette’s moans and gasps grew more frantic and louder as the other orc began spanking her as he fucked her.
As Minuvae watched the slaves being fucked, she felt a warm tingle start to grow in her loins. She was already growing aroused again. The sights, sounds, and smells all around her were making her arousal grow quickly. She wanted to rub her thighs together to try and get some relief but her legs were forced spread wide by the bar forced between her ankles. As she continued watching, her arousal only grew more intense.
Minuvae heard orc voices off to her side but she could not turn her head with her neck locked in the pillory. But as the voices drew closer a small group of orcs entered her periphery. She recognized one of them as Agdug, who she knew was the head slaver in charge of the slaving hub here in Ulylthemar.
Agdug was giving a tour the chieftain of a smaller orc clan and some of his officers. Their clan had just come through the portal to participate in the invasion of Elevosia. They were here in Ulylthemar to see the fruits of their invasion: the elf chattel that was being taken. “In this area, we work on conditioning the elf cunts. Make them embrace their slutty nature. Elf maidens are naturally wanton sluts and naturally submissive. But some deny this nature and we have to wake it up in them.” As if on cue, the blonde and brunette slaves being fucked in their fuck racks cried out in ecstasy. Other elf maidens gasped and cried out as they too were fucked or teased. All of the touring orcs could smell their arousal wafting through the open air.
Agdug glanced towards Minuvae locked in her fuck rack. He could see that she was squirming. “Look at this one, desperate to be fucked,” Agdug said. He turned to a couple of his slavers who were idling around and pointed towards Minuvae. “Burguk, Zuramog. show our guests what sluts these elf cunts are,” he instructed.
Burguk and Zuramog grinned and stepped over to Minuvae. Standing in front of her, Burguk reached out and gently caressed Minuvae’s cheek. “You want to be fucked, don’t you slut?” he asked.
Minuvae was humiliated, but she as too aroused to pretend she wasn’t. “Yes, Master,” she whimpered. “I am desperate to be fucked.”
Zuramog stood at Minuvae’s side and reached out with both his hands to cup her breasts, which dangled below her in her bent over position. He began to squeeze them then flick at her nipples with his thumbs. “Beg to be fucked, slut,” he commanded.
“Please fuck me, Master! This slut begs to be fucked!” Minuvae whimpered, desperation in her voice. Burguk released Minuvae’s cheek and then moved behind her. He reached out and squeezed her ass before he slid his hand between her parted thighs and began slowly sliding his fingers up and down her wet slit. Minuvae moaned loudly and began squirming harder. “Please Masters, I beg to be fucked!” she cried as Burguk’s fingers slipped between her folds and began to tease at her swollen clit.
“You are so desperate to be fucked, aren’t you, slut?” Zuramog teased as he roughly mauled Minuvae’s breasts with his hands and pinched and twisted her hardened nipples, while Burguk continued massaging and teasing her clit. After a moment, Burguk plunged two of his fingers into her slick cunt, slowly pushing them in deep and then slowly withdrawing them, in a teasing fashion, while his thumb rubbed her clit in a circular motion. Minuvae began squirming harder and moaning more loudly, and her hips began jerking, thrusting back towards the hand that was playing with her sex.
Burguk reached forward with his free hand and gripped Minuvae by the hair and jerked her head so she was looking up at Agdug and his guests who were observing her. “Tell these Masters what you are, slave,” he commanded.
“I am a needy slut!” Minuvae cried.
“And you are meant to be a slave, aren’t you?” Burguk barked. “That is your purpose in life.”
“Yes! Yes! I am a wanton slut who craves to be in submission and bondage!” Minuvae cried, her need to be fucked to climax overcoming any shame or resistance she might have otherwise felt.
Burguk released Minuvae’s hair and pulled his hand away from her sex and held it up to show the observing orcs how shiny and slick it was with Minuvae’s juices. He unfastened his belt and withdrew his large erect cock from his pants, and then positioned himself right behind her. “Beg! Beg to be fucked, slut!” he commanded.
“Please Master! Please fuck me! Please fuck this slut!” Minuvae cried as she shook her ass and tried to spread her legs even wider than the bar fastened between them allowed. She was mad with arousal. The heat between her legs and deep in her loins had turned to an intense inferno. Gripping his cock, Burguk began to stroke it along Minuvae’s moist slit, siding it up and down, while his free hand roughly squeezed and occasionally slapped at her exposed ass. Minuvae moaned and strained against the fuck rack, desperately trying to push her hips back further so that his cock pushed inside her.
Zuramog was still roughly playing with her breasts and pinching and twisting her nipples. Minuvae began panting and gasping, bathed in sweat, as her body was teased. Burguk finally relented, and he slowly began to push his cock inside of Minuvae’s needy cunt. She moaned loudly as he slid inside her. Then Burguk thrust forward hard, burying himself to the hilt in Minuvae’s cunt and she cried out in pleasure. The orc began thrusting in and out of her, slowly at first, but then picking up his pace. Minuvae was moaning and gasping and crying out, in the throes of ecstasy, as Burguk started fucking her.
Minuvae did not last long and she threw her head back and screamed as an intense orgasm ripped through her body. As he pussy clenched and spasmed around Burguk’s thrusting cock, he groaned loudly and unleashed a torrent of cum into her womb.
As Minuvae‘s spasms of pleasure finally subsided, her head dropped and she panted trying to catch her breath. But now Zuramog was eager for his turn. He let go of Minuvae‘s tits and positioned behind her, dropping his pants. He shifted forward and began to push his cock in between Minuvae‘s slippery folds, with a loud wet slurping sound. Minuvae‘s eyes went wide open and she gasped loudly. Zuramog reached grabbed Minuvae’s hips and began thrusting away hard. Within seconds, Minuvae was once again gasping and moaning as she was quickly pounded into another state of intense arousal. Zuramog fucked her hard and deep, releasing one hand from her hip and sliding in between her thighs to rub her clit as he fucked her. Minuvae‘s moans of pleasure echoed through the air.
“Cum, slut!” Zuramog barked and Minuvae thrashed around in ecstasy as her insides were plundered by the thick orc cock. She threw her hips back as she moaned, her fists clenching and unclenching in their locked positions in the stockade. She threw her head back, slamming it into the pillory, and she arched her back and screamed loudly as she was overcome with another orgasm. Zuramog grunted as he too climaxed, pumping his seed into Minuvae.
Agdug and the others continued observing as Minuvae was fucked. “As you can see, elf maidens are clearly natural slaves,” Agdug said to his guests. The words registered with Minuvae but in her post orgasmic bliss, she was not ashamed. In fact, at the moment, she believed the words to be true. Truly this felt like her purpose in life and she assumed all elf maidens were just like her, craving to be fucked by superior, strong orcs.
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Kordoth watched as the latest captives were locked into a coffle. These latest refugees had been fully stripped. The orcs had some fun with them for a few hours and now the exhausted, ravaged elf maidens had a long journey ahead of them. Their wrists bound behind them, rope was used to secure them together by their throats in a line. Some were crying. Others stood there in either resigned or shocked silence. Kordoth chuckled. It was interesting to him the different reactions of elf cunts when they were first captured. But he knew that soon enough they would all be broken and molded into obedient sluts.
These captives were refugees who had tried to flee Argothrond to the kingdom of Senadorei. With most of the cities in Argothrond now sacked, and the remaining elves scattered, the elves in the kingdom were not receiving any information about what was happening in the rest of the kingdom. Thus, every day, refugees were trying to flee Argothrond in the direction of Senadorei, ignorant of the fact that Kordoth’s clan was stationed there, ready to kill any of the male refugees and collect the females for enslavement.
Kordoth was stationed in the city of Enyanahil, near the border with Senadorei. Or what had been Enyanahil. The former Argothrond city was now an orc base. The only elves there were the slaves in the fuck pit or those who had been kept at the base to do labor and serve the orcs. And any refugees who were captured, before they were shipped off to Ulylthemar
As Kordoth watched the stepped captives being coffled, his lieutenant Kraregg approached. He handed Kordoth a sealed scroll. “This arrived for you, Chieftain,” he announced. Kordoth took the scroll and looked at it. It was sealed with a simple wax seal that had no insignia or other identifying mark. When he opened it and read the message, it did not identify its sender. But he knew who it was from, from its contents, and the fact that the sender was going out of her way not to identify herself, lest the message be intercepted. It was Queen Thaconia. And she was warning Kordoth that the kingdom of Senadorei was trying to rally the elves to attack the elves.
Kordoth finished reading the scrolls and frowned. His own orcs were standing between Senadorei and the rest of Argothrond. If Senadorei attacked, it would be his clan that was attacked. Under different circumstances, Kordoth would relish the chance for the elves to attack and his clan to get their first taste of real battle. But such a battle might also screw up his plans with Thaconia. He turned to Kraregg. “Have word sent to Grimnor. Tell him our spies have intercepted communications that the elven kingdom of Senadorei may be planning to attack.”
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Minuvae moaned loudly as she bounced up and down on the orc’s cock. Her wrists were tied behind her back, so she could only use her hips and legs to bounce up and down on the orc’s cock. She was panting and bathed in sweat from her exertions. This was the ninth orc she had ridden like this, having brought the eight previous ones to orgasm in succession. But she was so aroused, that she barely noticed her exhaustion. The wet squelching sounds of the orc’s cock driving in and out of her slick cunt mixed with her loud moans, the grunts of the orc, and the slap of her ass cheeks against the orc’s thighs as she bounced up and down.
Minuvae concentrated on giving the orc pleasure. She squeezed down with her pelvic muscles each time she rose up, to milk his cock as she rode him. She was overcome with pleasure herself but still focused on giving the orc Master’s pleasure, for that was her purpose.
The orc groaned loudly as his cock began spurting inside her. Minuvae was leashed with a chain attached to her collar, but as soon as the orc finished cumming, he released her leash. Minuvae lifted herself up from the orc’s now-softening cock. Nine down, one more to go. There were ten orcs in a line, nine with softened or softening cocks coated in cum and her juices after she had ridden them. And one more orc at the end of the line, his cock as of yet unfucked. Minuvae hurried over and crouched down in front of the orc. She lowered her face into his crotch and took his cock into her mouth and began licking and slurping away, trying to get him hard quickly. Though as she glanced back at Ynaselle, she realized she was in no rush. Ynaselle was only on her sixth orc. Minuvae was not the only slave working her way down a line of orcs she was fucking. She and the slave Ynaselle were in a race. The orcs had placed Minuvae and Ynaselle into a competition. They were in a race to bring ten orcs to orgasm by riding them. They had been told the loser would be punished. Minuvae had only met Ynaselle a few moments before their competition began. Ynaselle was a young blonde, even younger than Minuvae. She was bouncing up and down on the cock of the sixth orc in her line of ten orcs, trying desperately to catch up to Minuvae.
Minuvae quickly got the tenth orc hard with her mouth. She pulled her mouth away and then straddled the orc, lowering herself. The orc used his hand to guide his cock so that it slid up inside her wet cunt. As soon as she was impaled on the orc’s cock, Minuvae began gyrating her hips. She knew she was on the verge of winning the race. Minuvae was the more experienced slave. She was easily beating poor Ynaselle. Minuvae sympathized with the other slave. But at the moment, she was not focused on the competition or Ynaselle’s fate. She was focused on giving the orc pleasure as she rode him. And on her own pleasure. It felt so good to have these thick cocks driving in and out of her hot, slick cunt. She had orgasmed so many times she had lost count while working her way down the line of orc cocks. And another orgasm was bubbling up inside her as she rode this final cock. Minuvae missed her old life. She missed her freedom. But when she focused on the pleasure, the immense pleasure, she didn’t have to think about what she had lost. And in these moments of immense pleasure, she was so glad to be a slave.
(End of Part 12, to be continued...)
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