The Tale of Agdug: Part 13 – Ynaselle is Trained

Ynaselle pumped the orc’s cock with her hands, getting the orc fully erect. The orc was the biggest orc she had ever seen and he had a cock to match. It was so massive, she could not even fully wrap her hand around it. She had to use both hands to stroke the orc’s cock.

Ynaselle struggled to jerk off the orc but she was far from embarrassed. Ynaselle had been completely stripped of her dignity and pride many weeks ago. After her capture, the orcs’ brutal treatment had quickly broken her. She fully accepted she was a slave. She had learned to become a submissive little slut. But it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, her submission, obedience, and sluttiness were never quite good enough. Her back still stung from the whipping she had received after losing a “race” between herself and another slave to get off 10 orcs by riding their cocks.

She knew her extra harsh treatment was because of who she was. Or, more accurately, who belonged to. Before her capture and enslavement, Ynaselle had been a part of Argothrond’s royal family; her mother was a baroness and a cousin of the king. And so, after her enslavement, Ynaselle was given to an orc officer from a powerful orc clan, named Kraregg. Being that she was owned by a prominent orc, the slavers were working extra hard to mold her into a perfect slave. Ynaselle wanted to be a good slave. But getting there was quite the ordeal. Slavery was brutal for any elf maiden here in Ulylthemar, but it was especially brutal for slaves like Ynaselle.

Ynaselle wondered how her mother, Fildarae, was doing. Fildarae had been claimed by an even more powerful orc, the chieftain of the same clan as Kraregg, and Ynaselle assumed her mother’s training and conditioning was just as harsh. Ynaselle had not seen her mother in many weeks. The last time she had seen her, mother and daughter had been secured in fuck racks side by side and had been beaten and fucked over and over. Ynaselle remembered how awful it had been, at first. But then it started to feel good as orgasm after orgasm was forced from her body as she was fucked. It had been in that fuck rack that Ynaselle had started to accept slavery. She and her mother had moaned loudly as they were fucked again and again. It had been a bonding moment between them. Not as between mother and daughter. But as two slave sisters, reduced to obedient little sluts so that they could serve their orc Masters well.

Ynaselle’s thoughts about her mother were interrupted by the orc whose cock was in her hands. “Alright slut, stared sucking,” the orc barked. Ynaselle pulled her hands away, and a string of precum stuck to one of her hands as she withdrew it.

She stared at the massive cock, terrified. She had hoped the orc would let her jerk him off to completion. She had been so close to getting him off. But she thought there was no way she could suck this orc’s cock. Forget any issue with a gag reflex; she knew she could not open her mouth wide enough to fit it inside her mouth. She supposed she should count her blessings that her mouth was the hole he had chosen to use, and not one of her other orifices.

Ynaselle opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to wrap her lips around the head of the cock, hoping she might be able to at least suck on that. Even that proved impossible. The cock was just too big. The orc grunted, growing impatient as he stared down at Ynaselle on her knees in front of him. Ynaselle did the only thing she could think to do, and she stuck her tongue out and began sliding her tongue up and down the orc’s massive shaft. She glided her tongue along the shaft, drool spilling down her chin as she did her best to give him pleasure. She hoped that perhaps the orc would be satisfied with just her tongue.

He wasn’t. “I ordered you to suck it, not lick it!” he snarled.

“Master, I am trying but it is too big,” Ynaselle whimpered.

The orc yanked Ynaselle’s leash, hauling her to her feet. “Useless cunt!” he growled. “If you won’t pleasure me with your mouth, perhaps I will just fuck your cunt or ass!”

“Master, please, you will split me in half!” Ynaselle cried. She got on her knees again and began frantically licking the orc’s cock but the orc slapped her across the face, knocking her back. He hauled her up again and began to drag her off by the leash.

Agdug watched from a short distance away and chuckled. He had come to observe Ynaselle’s training. She was former royalty and he wanted to make sure her training was going well. She had been set up to fail with her current task. The orcs knew that Ynaselle was quite small and would never manage to get that orc’s massive cock into her mouth, let alone down her throat. But they were working hard to strip away any last shreds of that extra bit of dignity and virtues she might have as a former royal. He knew she would suffer through the next several hours. But it would help mold her into perfection.

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“Prisoner coming through!” an orc shouted as he and another orc led a stripped, redheaded elf maiden through the camp. The orcs took the elf maiden straight to Omgum. Omgum’s Burning Blade Clan was still sacking small villages and settlements in Argothrond. All of the major cities outside of the capitol were now pillaged. The orcs presented the redheaded captive to Omgum.

“This elf cunt is a soldier,” one of the orcs announced as he approached his chieftain. “We were on a scouting patrol and she walked right up to us and surrendered. She stripped naked right in front of us and fell to her knees. We interrogated her but she is not an officer and she didn’t know anything useful. Should we turn her over to the goblins for harsher interrogation or just put her in a coffle heading to a labor camp?”

Omgum looked the elf maiden up and down. Her cheeks were stained from tears and there were minor cuts and bruises and welts on various parts of her body. Orc cum was oozing from her swollen, red cunt and down her thighs. It was clear she had been interrogated the traditional orc way. Omgum saw no reason to send her to the goblins. Perhaps if she had been an officer and therefore likely to have valuable information. But even that seemed more and more pointless as the orcs’ campaign continued. Every city in Argothrond had been sacked. Only small pockets of soldiers remained. The orcs had decisively won, outside of the capitol. There was no useful information to be gleaned form any elf cunt in this kingdom.

“Send her straight to a labor camp,” Omgum said, waving his hand dismissively at the elf.

But she suddenly fell to her knees. She even parted her thighs wide and thrusted out her chest, like a proper slave. “Please Master! I will be a good slut! I will be an obedient little slave! Please do not send me to a labor camp! I know captured soldiers get sent to labor camps but I was not captured. I did not raise a weapon against any orc! I surrendered, because I will be a good slave! Please!”

Omgum looked down at the trembling, kneeling slave, amused. She was quite pretty, with fiery red hair, perky tits, and shapely thighs and ass. But she was a soldier. “Soldiers go to labor camps, cunt. What is your name?” Omgum asked her.

“Aerith, Master,” the elf whimpered. “Or whatever you wish to call me! I am a slave, I have no rights, not even the right to a name! Please Master, I will be a good little slave! Please spare me from a labor camp! I beg you!”

Omgum continued to look at Aerith, quite amused. He could see the fear and desperation in her eyes. He reached for his belt and unfasted some rope that was tied in a coil, and then bent down and tied one end of the rope loosely around her throat so she was leashed. “Come cunt, on your feet. Let’s see if you are worthy of being anything other than a hard labor slave.”

Omgum started to drag Aerith away and she obediently followed.

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Ynaselle squealed painfully into her gag as she desperately tied to remain standing on her toes. But her calves were throbbing. She knew she would have to lower herself soon. Even on her toes, the coarse rope buried in between her labia dig painfully into her tender pussy.

Ynaselle’s wrists were bound high over her head, attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling. She was straddling a thick rope, which ran tightly between two posts. The rope was digging into her poor sex, spreading her labia. Unfortunately, the chain holding her wrists above her head was slack enough that she could not pull herself up by her wrists to take any of her weight off the rope. Meaning the only way she could get any relief from the coarse rope digging into her pussy was to stand up on her toes. But her calf muscles were quickly tiring, and starting to throb. She was frequently having to lower herself, causing the painful rope to bury even deeper inside her and increase its biting, burning sting. It felt like her poor pussy was being split in half. Gagged, she could not even plead for relief. She just had to endure it for as long as the orcs desired.

Ynaselle’s throbbing calf muscles gave out and she sank down on the rope, digging it painfully into her crotch. She wailed into her gag, both in pain and frustration at the helplessness of her situation. Ynaselle looked pleadingly towards the orc slaver Guthug, who was overseeing her disciplining. The orc smirked back at her and reached down and gripped the rope and tugged on it. This cased it to saw back and forth in between her labia, and roughly chafing her poor sex even more, and Ynaselle squealed in pain through her gag and tried to stand back up on her toes. As she did, her calves began to cramp and she had no choice but to sink down on the rope after only a few seconds. She screamed in pain from the painful burn as she sank down. She knew her poor pussy was being chafed raw from the rough hemp.

“You see slut, that cunt between your legs belongs to us orcs,” Guthug said. “We can do with it as we please. We can use it in ways that give you pleasure. Or we can use it in ways that cause you pain.” He tugged at the rope again, sawing it back and forth between Ynaselle’s labia, and she wailed. Guthug continued. “You of course have no control or say in how we use your cunt, because you are a slave. But if you are as pleasing and obedient as possible, then perhaps you will be lucky and we will mostly use your cunt and the rest of your body in ways that will give you pleasure rather than pain. Remember that the next time you fail to properly suck an orc cock.”

Guthug stepped away from Ynaselle and moved to the other side of the room. Ynaselle tried desperately to get back on her toes but her calf muscles had given out. All she could do was try her best to ignore the sharp pain as the rope dug painfully into her pussy.

Guthug returned to Ynaselle a moment later. He was now holding a leather riding crop. Seeing it, Ynaselle started whimpering and shook her head as she looked pleadingly at Guthug. The orc raised the riding cope and then brought it down hard, smacking it across Ynaselle’s ass cheek. This caused her to jump and lurch forward. The sting across her ass was intense but it was nothing compared to the severe pain it caused as the rope once again sawed between labia when she jumped and lurched forward. Guthug began striking her ass over and over, forcing Ynaselle to lurch and jump and squirm until the young slave was in agony from the searing pain between her legs as the rope scratched and chafed and scraped her poor pussy raw. Through the pain, Ynaselle was even more determined to be a pleasing and obedient slave. She knew that she had to be completely pleasing and obedient so that she would avoid such harsh discipline. She had only herself to blame for her current predicament.

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Omgum sat on the dirt, pleased as Aerith eagerly licked his cock, her tongue sliding up and down his erect shaft.

“Suck my cock, slave,” Omgum ordered, and Aerith stretched her lips around the orc chieftain’s cock and stuffed the head of his cock into her mouth. She pumped this shaft with her hand as she sucked on the head of his cock and flicked at it with her tongue.

Omgum observed that her skills were quite advanced for an elf maiden that had only been a slave for a few hours. She was a natural slave. Omgum pushed his hips forward, driving his cock further into her throat, and Aerith moaned. Her head began to bob up and down as she took Omgum’s cock down her throat to the hilt. She had no noticeable gag reflex as she licked and sucked the orc’s very long cock that was pushed into the back of her throat.

By this time, Omgum’s cock was fully erect, and he had no intention of cumming in her mouth. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. “Straddle me and ride my cock, slut,” Omgum ordered.

Without any hesitation, Aerith climbed up on top of Omgum, straddling his hips and then sinking down so that his cock slid up inside her cunt. She moaned as she sank down, her slick pussy tightly gripping around Omgum’s cock.” Omgum was impressed how tight and slick her cunt was. She clearly had the qualities of a fine slave.

Aerith planted her hands on Omgum’s chest and began rocking her hips back and forth and then bouncing so that her pussy began sliding up and down Omgum’s cock. Omgum reached forward and grabbed her ass cheeks in a tight grip and groaned in pleasure as the slave rode him.

As Aerith impaled herself over and over, she began gasping and moaning. She quickened her pace from gyrating her hips to rapidly pumping her body up and down, riding Omgum’s cock harder. Her tits bounced as Omgum rode them and he pulled his hands from her ass and roughly grabbed her bouncing tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. This elicited more aroused noises from Aerith and she threw her had back as she moaned. Everything about her reactions convinced Omgum she was a natural slave.

Her body suddenly stiffened and then she cried out as waves of pleasure overcame her from the orgasm that ripped through her. As her pussy began clenching around Omgum’s cock, he could not hold back and his cock began spasming, spending spurt after spurt of cum inside her.

When he was done climaxing, he fell back limp into the dirt and tried to catch his breath. Aerith fell down against his chest and lay against him, panting. Omgum had planned to make his fucking of her last, and test out her ass as well as her cunt. The fact that she had made him cum so fast was to her credit as a natural little slut. She was quite skillful.

“Use your mouth and clean off my cock,” Omgum ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Aerith said softly and she climbed off of Omgum and then crouched down and took his cock into her mouth and began licking and sucking her way up the shaft cleaning the cum and juices from it.

When she was gone, Omgum gestured over one of his soldiers. He pointed to Aerith. “That one is a natural slave and her features are pretty enough. She should be sent to a breeding camp rather than a labor camp so she can pop out many natural saves for us.”

The other orc nodded and grabbed Aerith by the arm and hauled her to feet. Aerith’s eyes widened in horror when she realized her fate. “Master, no, please! I have shown myself to be an obedient and submissive slave, have I not? Do not send me to a breeding camo, I beg you! Let me be given to an orc Master to serve!”

“There are only two fates for soldiers. By surrendering yourself and then showing yourself an eager little slut, you have earned mercy. You will live much longer as a broodmare than you would have as a hard labor slave.” He waved his hand dismissively and the orc began to drag the sobbing Aerith away,

Omgum chuckled. These elf cunts still thought they had any say over their fates. The elves had put up so little fight, they had not earned themselves any mercy. He knew Aerith would understand that soon enough. She would produce many superb slaves for the orc horde.

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Ynaselle filed out of the slave pen. It was the morning and after a quick meal of slave gruel and water from the troughs in the pen, it was time to begin her day of training. As she walked, she was relieved to find that moving did not cause her too much discomfort. Her pussy was still sore from the rope burn from her disciplining the day prior. But, like any elf, she healed quickly, and the pain had significantly diminished overnight.

As the slaves foiled out of the slave pen, orcs took them to sort them into groups that would then be sent off for whatever training, survive, or disciplining was on the agenda for that that day. But when Ynaselle reached the front of the line and an orc examined the markings on her collar to identify her, she was not sent to a group. Instead, an orc snapped a leash on her collar and ordered her to follow. She wondered what was in store for her that day.

Ynaselle was taken to a small building. Inside there was an orc standing over two elf maidens on their hands and knees. The two elf maidens were facing away from each other, their rear ends a few inches apart. As Ynaselle’s eyes adjusted o the dim light inside, she saw that there was a long wooden pole or rod of some sort between them and then she realized it was embedded in their sexes. It was some kind of double-ended dildo. It was covered in leather but Ynaselle assumed it was made of wood and wrapped with leather. She had been made to perform plenty of perverse acts with similar devices during her training.

Ynaselle looked at the two elf maidens. They were both clearly in distress, and both their cheeks were red with humiliation. Their asses and backs were painted with red welts and cuts; it was clear they had both been harshly whipped recently. Ynaselle realized they looked strikingly similar, though one was clear older than the other. The younger looked to be Ynaselle’s age, the older her mother’s age. Ynaselle realized they were likely family members, perhaps mother and daughter.

And then Ynaselle saw the other slave kneeling in the corner of the room and realized it was her own mother, Fildarae. The orc standing over the two elf maidens on their hands and knees called out, “Ynaselle, Fildarae, on your hands and knees with your asses facing each other, like these two slaves.”

Ynaselle and Fildarae hurried over. Ynaselle gave her mother/slave sister a warm glance before she got down on her hands and knees, her back to Fildarae, as instructed.

“Ynaselle and Fildarae, meet Ilyrana and Eloimaya. These two sluts here are mother and daughter, like you. They are from the kingdom of Senadorei. They had been struggling to accept complete submission and obedience and so we are going to help them to further understand that today. We are going to have a competition of sorts to see whether the Kingdom of Argothrond or Kingdom of Senadorei makes sluttier elf cunts. You are going to have a race. You are going to fuck a nice big double-ended dido ass to ass and the pair that cums first wins. The pair that loses will spend the rest of the day being harshly punished. The winning pair will get to spend the rest of the day in fuck racks.”

Ynaselle was determined to win. She had lost her last competition and was not eager to lose again. Not just because of the harsh disciplining she knew she would suffer. But also, because she was eager to please. And the thought of spending the day in a fuck rack was quite arousing.

The orc bent down and placed one end of the dildo against Ynaselle’s pussy, rotating and pushing it until it began to push inside her. He then did the same with the other end and inserted it into Fildarae’s pussy. “Alright, start fucking each other,” the orc commanded the four slaves. Ynaselle began wiggling her ass as she pushed her self backwards, pushing more of the dildo inside her. Fildarae did the same, thrusting her hips backwards so more of the dildo was engulfed in her own cunt.

Both slaves stopped when their ass cheeks pressed against each other. Then they started thrusting against each other with their hips so that the dildo speared both their cunts, fucking each other. They started slowly at first, working to a rhythm so that the dildo was driving in and out both of their throbbing pussies.

Ynaselle glanced over at Ilyrana and Eloimaya. They were doing the same, though it was clear they were thoroughly humiliated and not enjoying themselves. But Ynaselle did not want to lose. She picked up her pace and so did her mother. Ynaselle thrusted and bucked her hips, moaning loudly in pleasure. As her mother did the same, it pushed the dildo deeper into Ynaselle’s cunt, driving her wild with ecstasy. Loud claps echoed through the room as Ynaselle’s and Fildarae’s ass cheeks slapped against each other. Soon that clapping was joined by the sound of Ilyrana’s and Eloimaya’s ass cheeks slapping as well. The other two slaves were trying hard to overcome their humiliation so as not to lose this race and face harsh punishment.

Ynaselle moaned as she rocked herself back against her mother. Fildarae was moaning even more loudly than Ynaselle. As good as it felt, Ynaselle still felt a lingering burning soreness from where the rope had chafed her pussy. She knew the pain might delay her reaching climax. She glanced over at Ilyrana and Eloimaya, and the younger of the two was now moaning loudly. She was moving her hips rapidly, humping the dildo buried inside her and slamming her ass back against her mother. The young elf maiden’s body suddenly stiffened, her movements growing even more frenzied, and then she arched her back, and she emitted a long gasp and then a loud cry before she fell limp. She had reached her orgasm.

“One down, three to go,” the orc called. Now fearful she would lose, Ynaselle quickened her pace. As she did, her arousal built and the pain began to melt away. Fildarae suddenly cried out loudly in ecstasy as she orgasmed. Ynaselle was close herself. She moaned loudly, her moans and Fildarae’s orgasmic cries mixing with the sounds of their asses smacking against each other.

Ynaselle was closer and closer to orgasm. Her pussy was throbbing. The orgasm struck Ynaselle suddenly and she screamed in pleasure as her pussy gushed and spasmed around the dildo inside her. As her orgasm dwindled, she glanced over at the other two slaves. The mother was still frantically humping away, trying to achieve orgasm. Apparently, she was not as fully broken as Fildarae, as Ynaselle could see the tortured look on her face. No doubt out of dismay for the plight of her daughter. But Ynaselle knew that soon enough she would be happy for her daughter and happy for herself that they got to serve the orcs as sex slaves.

The orc grew impatient and unfurled a flogger. He brought it down hard across the younger’ slave’s ass, causing her to cry out in pain. “Cum quickly, slut, or your daughter’s ass will be thrashed!” the orc growled.

The mother kept humping away until she suddenly started to shake and she cried out. She had finally reached climax. But she had her daughter had lost the race.

The orc ordered the four slaves to remove themselves from their dildos. With a wet slurping sound, Ynaselle and Fildarae pulled themselves from the creamy dildo. Ilyrana and Eloimaya did the same and the orc clipped leashes to both their collars. “I am taking these two to punishment,” he told Ynaselle and Fildarae. “Clean those dildos and then report to the fuck racks.

“Yes Master,” Ynaselle and Fildarae said in unison. As the orc led Ilyrana and Eloimaya away, who were both now crying and pleading to be spared, Fildarae picked up the dildo that had just been in their cunts and began to lick it clean. Ynaselle picked up the dildo that had just been inside Ilyrana and Eloimaya and she began licking that one. She pitied Ilyrana and Eloimaya. But she pushed er concern aside, blissful from her recent orgasm and from the knowledge that she had won the race along with Fildarae and pleased their orc Masters.

After the didoes were cleaned, the former mother and daughter, who were now two eager and submissive slave sisters, held hands as they eagerly exited the building to head across the city to the area where the orcs kept the fuck racks. Both were excited to spend the day in fuck racks being roughly fucked by orcs.

(End of Part 13, to be continued...)