The Tale of Agdug: Part 16 – Eloimaya’s and Ilyrana’s New Lives

The creaking of floorboards awoke Ilyrana. Her eyes shot open and she sat up in the bed. Eloimaya was awake too and was looking at her mother, wide-eyed and frightened. It was still daylight. And from the sound of it, someone was downstairs.

Then there was the sound of footsteps quickly bounding up the stairs. Ilyrana grabbed Eloimaya’s arm and started to move off the bed. She wanted them to hide, perhaps under the bed. But before they could, the door flew open. And two naked, collared elf maidens entered the room. As soon as they saw Eloimaya and Ilyrana, the two slaves froze and gave them a confused look. “Who… who are you?” one of them asked in a low voice as she looked between the mother and daughter.

“We are fleeing the orcs,” Ilyrana said. “Who are you? Are you also fleeing?”

The second slave shook her head. “No,” she replied in a low voice. “We are from a nearby labor camp. The orcs discovered this place a couple days ago and sent us here today to haul away anything of value.”

“You need to stay hidden up here!” the first slave said. “There are numerous orcs outside.”

Eloimaya clutched her mother’s arm in fright.

Just then there were more footsteps downstairs. “Anything of value up there?” a gruff voice called. It was an orc.

One of the slaves, turned and looked towards the stairway, her eyes filled with fright. She hesitated a moment and then called back down the stairs, stammering, “N… no, master, n… nothing up here.”

Heavy footsteps began up the stairs. An orc burst into the room. He looked around, and gave a confused look at the four elf maidens and then his eyes narrowed in anger. “I said that TWO of you should check out the house and the rest of you should collect the fruit in the orchard and the livestock! Why the fuck are four of you up here!” The orc’s eyes then rested on Eloimaya and Ilyrana. “And why the FUCK are you both wearing those dresses!?!” the orc snapped. “You know slaves are not permitted clothing. And you were brought here to work, not play dress up! Get those dresses off and kneel to be whipped!”

Eloimaya and Ilyrana gave each other a frightened, dismayed look. Ilyrana realized the orc thought they were both slaves from his labor camp. Ilyrana gave her daughter a quick nod and then she began to pull off her dress. Eloimaya did the same. Trembling with fear, Ilyrana got in position to be whipped, kneeling on the floor and then bending and leaning forward so that her head was to the floor and her back and ass were raised and exposed for the whip. Eloimaya did the same beside here. Ilyrana’s face was pressed into the floor so she could not see, but she heard the footsteps of the orc approaching. A moment, later there was a loud crack of leather against flesh, and Eloimaya screamed out in pain. Ilyrana braced herself for the fierce sting of the whip. But it didn’t come. Nor did the whip strike Eloimaya again.

The orc had paused. “Where the fuck are your collars!” he shouted angrily. A hand suddenly grabbed Ilyrana by the hair and yanked her up to her feet. “We were not enslaved, we live here!” Ilyrana cried.

The orc looked Ilyrana up and down and his eyes rested on the brand on her thigh. “Lying slut!” he growled and with his other hand he backhanded Ilyrana hard across the face, sending her crumpling to the ground. The orc turned and shouted down the stairway, “Horknuth, Urug, I found two runaway slaves!” Two orcs came bounding up the stairs.

Outside the farmhouse, the elf slaves from the labor camp were busy gathering anything of value from the farm. Chickens had been placed in a cage and goats were being herded together. Other slaves were in the nearby orchard and were picking all the fruit and placing it in burlap sacks for the m to carry out. Those close to the farmhouse could hear the sound of whips striking flesh and the pained screams of two elf maidens.

The slaves worked hard to gather all of the farm’s resources. As they were finishing, orcs exited the farmhouse. They had with them two sobbing two elf maidens, one older and one younger, their wrists bound, and leashed with rope around their necks. Their backs and asses were bleeding from where they had been savagely whipped. They were added to the other livestock that the orcs were taking back to the labor camp.

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Grimnor and Urzkhal stared down into the fuck pit at the orcs roughly fucking the slaves in it.

Urzkhal recognized some of the slaves in it as the former engineers that the orcs had brought here to work on the siege weapons. The one he saw was on all fours, her eyes glazed over as she was roughly fucked from behind. “I thought we had made some deal with those engineer elves?” Urzkhal asked Grimnor.

“We told them that,” Grimnor replied. “But with the project they worked on, they have special insight in our war efforts and strategies. So, in the fuck pit they go to shatter their minds, and make sure they cannot spill any secrets.”

Urzkhal nodded. He generally thought it uncouth not to keep one’s word. On the other hand, the were captured elf slaves. He was not particularly concerned with their fate. “So, if they are in here, the project is completed?”

Grimnor nodded. “Vagrat reported to me that they finished the testing of the weapons and so we can begin training orcs on how to use them. And are we at full strength to attack? How many orcs have arrived in the last couple weeks?”

“A few thousand, and more arriving in the coming days” Urzkhal replied. The orcs had needed to send a substantial portion of their forces to bolster Kordoth’s forces to the east, as elves from other kingdoms had started to amass on Argothrond’s eastern border. But more and more orcs were pouring through the portal every day and the forces that they orcs had to assault Kaalhone were being replenished.

“Get our orcs trained on how to use the siege weapons. And start readying our troops and begin your preparations for a full assault. It is finally time we take Kaalhone,” Grimnor said.

Urzkhal nodded. He had been waiting for this for months now. Finally, they would take this city, the last bastion of defense and last remaining city of Argothrond. Finally, they would avenge the orcs killed by the elves’ explosives trap in the tunnel into the city. He was eager for battle and he could tell Grimnor was as well. The two orcs started climbing down the ladder into the fuck pit to celebrate by using some of the slaves in it.

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Ilyrana screamed in pain into her gag as the whip slashed into her breasts. Her whole body was a blazing agony of pain.

She had been whipped over and over since being captured and then brought to this labor camp. At the moment, she was fastened to a whipping post, her wrists locked into metal bars parallel to her head that prevented her from shielding her body as the whip slashed into her over and over. Beside her, poor Eloimaya was screaming into her gag as she too was whipped by another orc.

Both slaves were learning the severe consequences of being captured runaways.

An orc stood in the back of the room and watched as the two slaves were savagely whipped. His name was Yukgnath; he was an elder of the Hell Maul Clan and he was the orc in charge of this labor camp. The camp was run by orcs from his clan. The camp had been constructed around a coal mine in Argothrond. He had a couple thousand slaves working in the mine and around the camp, mining, farming, and gathering resources. He knew that number would soon double as more and more slaves were captured, enslaved, broken, and trained. But he had taken a break from overseeing the forced labor in the camp to check on the status of the two runaways they had captured. The two slaves were in a large building that had been converted to a room to punish disobedient or lazy slaves. These two had been whipped over and over, every few hours, for over a day now. The consequences for being a runaway were severe.

But Yukgnath was now ready for answers. “Remove the gag from the older one and make her talk,” he ordered.

One of the orcs with the whips stopped whipping Ilyrana and removed her clan. “Talk, slut. Tell us where you came from and how you escaped.”

Ilyrana was sobbing, overwhelmed by the pain from the harsh whippings she had received. She turned and looked over at Eloimaya who was still being whipped and was screaming in pain. Ilyrana knew that any delay or resistance would just prolong their torture. She told the orcs they were captured in the kingdom of Senadorei. She told them that they had been broken and trained in Ulylthemar. She told them how they had been given to an orc named Viggulm from the Rage Roar Clan. And she told them how they had escaped. “Please Masters, do not punish the other slave. It was me whose idea it was to escape. It was me who made her come with me when we fled.” Ilyrana told the orcs everything, except one key detail. She left out that Eloimaya was her daughter. She was trying to take the blame for the attempt to escape. And she feared that if the orcs knew that Eloimaya was her daughter, they might hurt or kill her as a way to punish Ilyrana. She was nervous omitting that fact. There was a noticeable resemblance between mother and daughter. She feared revealing that Eloimaya was her daughter. But she also feared what would happen to Eloimaya if she did not. In the end, she decided to remain silent about that fact.

But if Yukgnath or the other orcs noticed the resemblance between the two slaves, they didn’t care.

“You both were foolish to escape and so you both were punished. I still need to decide what exactly do with you two cunts. But while I decide, you can work in the mines.” He nodded to the other orcs in the room and then departed.

The orcs began to unchain Eloimaya and Ilyrana from their whipping posts. “Time to go to the mines, sluts,” one of the orcs growled. “You will find the mines are way less pleasant than getting fucked by the Master you fled. For your sake, you better hope we track him down so you can be returned to him and your time in the mines is short. Though he may very well have you killed as punishment. We shall see.”

The orcs began dragging Eloimaya and Ilyrana from the room.

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Agdug was in the market area of Ulylthemar, observing as trained slaves were being sold off to slavers from various orc clans to be taken back to Aegor. He watched as one of his slavers was displaying a slave to orcs from the Red Axe Clan. There was cum around her mouth, down chin and her chest, and leaking from her cunt down her thigh. Other orcs had sampled her earlier in the day but decided not to buy her. Agdug knew the slave had better hope these orcs decided to sample her and then buy her. Slaves that were not selling in a day or two were being shipped off to labor camps.

The slave had a glazed over look and she barely reacted as she was displayed.

She was either exhausted or perhaps in a state of shock from some form of abuse that had been inflicted on her. It was unfortunate for her. Unless she woke up and started showing what an eager slave she was and started begging the orc Masters to buy her, she was likely destined for a labor camp.

As Agdug continued observing this slave and the others being displayed and sold, one of his subordinates arrived. The subordinate handed him a scroll. “This arrived from the War Chieftain,” the orc told Agdug,

Agdug opened the scroll and read it. “It seems we are readying our attack on Kaalhone,” Agdug informed his subordinate who had delivered the scroll. “When we take the city, they think there may be almost 100,000 new slaves to break and train. Grimnor is having me come there, to set up a second slaving hub in that city after they take it. Easier to train 100,000 cunts there then to bring them all here. And there isn’t room for 100,000 more cunts here.”

Agdug smiled. The slaving hub here in Ulylthemar was now running quite smoothly. And on top of that, the stream of slaves into the city had drastically slowed. There were hardly any more villages or cities left to pillage in Argothrond. Most of the elf maidens the orcs were capturing at this point were in small isolated settlements, or were fleeing refugees or elves hiding away. Slaves were still coming in, but at a number that any slaver could easily handle. A slaver of Agdug’s experience and skill didn’t really have to be here. Kaalhone was where the action would be. Agdug was eager for his next slaving endeavor.

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Ilyrana struggled to swing the pickaxe into the hard stone. Her hands were blistered. Every muscle in her body was throbbing. Her lower back was spasming. She was exhausted and starving. She was drenched in sweat and it stung the numerous cuts on her body from where the whip had broken her skin. She was also covered in black dust from all the stone that was being hacked at by the slaves. The dust had also filled her lungs and she was constantly coughing. Beside her, Eloimaya was struggling even harder to continue swinging her pickaxe. They had been working with no break for hours. But the fear of being whipped by one of the overseers in the mine kept them going. All of the slaves in the mine tunnel were equally overworked. The air was filled with the stench of sweat from the laboring slaves.

The blisters on her hands made it hard to grip the pickaxe, which in turn made it hard to strike the rock wall hard. Which meant she had to swing more times to break off any rock. Which made her grow more exhausted and sorer, making her task that much harder. The whole cycle was pure torture.

There was a loud crack of leather against flesh as a slave to Ilyrana received two fresh lashes to her back by an orc overseer. The slave screamed out in pain. “Pick up the pace, cunts!” the overseer snarled. He was walking up and down the line of slaves targeting any who were not working fast enough to his liking. Or just striking out randomly to keep them all working. Ilyrana picked up her pace.

There was a loud crack and Ilyrana nearly collapsed from the pain as the leather bit into the back of her thighs. Apparently, she had not been going fast enough for the overseer. Ilyrana tried to ignore the pain in her blistered hands as she raised the pickaxe and then brought it down as hard as she could into the stone wall in front of her.

Ilyrana struggled to keep going but fear kept her swinging her pickaxe. More time passed. Was it minutes? Longer? It was impossible to tell in the dark tunnel, dimly lit by only a few lanterns. At this point Ilyrana was pretty sure her mind was starting to grow delirious and it was hard to know how long she had been down here. It felt like an eternity. But Ilyrana suspected it had not been that long at all. Which is what made slavery in a place like this seem so dreadful. She could not imagine spending a few days here, let lone the rest of her life. How long could she even stay alive being worked hard like this?

Out of the corner of her eye, Ilyrana saw Eloimaya lower her pickaxe. She turned to see her daughter standing there, her legs wobbly, her body wavering. She was on the verge of collapse. “You have to keep going,” Ilyrana whispered. “I know you are tired but you have to keep going.”

“I can’t. I am so tired. I am so sore. So thirsty,” Eloimaya whimpered.

“I know but you have to keep going,” Ilyrana whispered, choking back a sob. It was torture to see her daughter suffering like this. But she weas terrified what would happen to her if the orcs saw that she had stopped working. As they had been working in the mine, Ilyrana had watched as numerous other slaves in the mine had collapsed, from sheer exhaustion. When they did, they were savagely whipped. And if they could not get back up and resume working orcs dragged them off. By the way the sobbed and begged to be allowed to keep working, Ilyrana assumed that whatever happened to them was not pleasant. By the way they panicked, she wondered if they were killed. She did not want to find out. And she especially did not want her daughter to find out.

There was another loud crack and Ilyrana felt a searing pain across her back. Then another crack and she felt a fire erupt across her ass. “No talking cunts, and get back to work!” the orc overseer barked. He brought his whip down several times across Eloimaya’s back and ass and she cried out and lifted her pickaxe again and resumed swinging.

The orc returned his attention to Ilyrana and roughly grabbed her by the hair and spun her around. “You prefer to gossip with your fellow cunts rather than work, lazy cunt?” the orc snarled.

“No, Master, I beg forgiveness,” Ilyrana whimpered, respectfully averting her eyes to the ground. The orc raised his whip again and slashed the whip into Ilyrana’s chest, causing her to cry out in pain and fall to her knees.

“On all fours, slut,” the orc growled. Ilyrana complied and closed her eyes as the orc circled around to her rear. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into the ground and a moment later she felt his cock pushing in between her labia. The orc rammed forward, driving his cock inside her and he began thrusting away, savagely. Ilyrana was actually relieved. Being raped by the orc meant she got a break from swinging her pickaxe.

But unfortunately, the orc didn’t last long. He groaned and dumped his seed inside Ilyrana after only a couple minutes. He ordered Ilyrana to lick his cock clean and then ordered her back to work. Fighting back tears, Ilyrana picked up her pickaxe and returned to swinging.

Ilyrana hammered away at the stone wall for what seemed like hours. She had no idea how she managed to keep going. Well, she knew. It was fear of the whip. And fear of being killed. But she had no idea how her body had not yet shut down, with as sore and exhausted as she was.

She focused on her work but a loud crack of leather and Eloimaya’s pained scream made her turn to look at her daughter. The overseer seer struck Eloimaya two more times. “Work faster, you lazy cunt!” he angrily shouted.

“Master, please I just need a little break,” Eloimaya sobbed.

“I will give you a break, cunt,” the orc growled and he spun her around. The orc dropped his whip and then grabbed her hips with both his hands and lifted her up and pressed her into the stone wall of the mine shaft. He moved in between her thighs and ordered her to wrap her legs around his hips. Eloimaya complied and the orc positioned his cock at the entrance of her sex and soon he was thrusting away into her, just like he had been with Ilyrana a few hours later. Ilyrana actually felt happy for her daughter. She was being fucked, which gave her muscles a little time to recover. And thankfully the orc took a little longer with her than he had with Ilyrana.

When the orc finished, he dumped Eloimaya on the ground. “Back to work, cunt” the orc growled and he picked up his whip and started down the line of slaves again, striking out randomly at them with his whip to keep them working at a frantic pace. Eloimaya managed to pick her self up. She picked up her pickaxe an went back to work.

More time passed, and Ilyrana was completely worn out. She could barely lift the pickaxe. She was terrified she was on the verge of collapse.

“Alright cunts, break!” an overseer shouted. “Come get your slave gruel.” The slaves in the mine stopped their labor and all got in line to head to the entrance of the mine so they would be fed and watered. But as Ilyrana and Eloimaya stated to file out of the mine, they saw Yukgnath. He ordered them from the line. “Display,” he commanded, and Ilyrana and Eloimaya quickly got into position.

Yukgnath looked them up and down. “Pretty I guess, but nothing exceptional,” he casually observed, reaching out to squeeze one of Eloimaya’s breasts. “Well cunts, I have good news and bad news. My clan has no love for the Rage Roar Clan and so we have no reason to turn you over to the orc from that clan that owned you. So, the good news is you will avoid whatever horrible fate he would have inflicted on you for running away. We are going to keep you instead.” Yukgnath was holding two collars, and he held them out.

He locked one on the throats of Ilyrana and Eloimaya. “Sluts, you are now chattel of the Hell Maul Clan. But now the bad news. There is nothing remarkable enough about you to justify making either of you anything other than hard labor slaves. Enjoy spending the rest of your miserable lives in these mines. We work our slaves hard here and if they are lazy and refuse to work then they get added to the slave gruel, like the others who fail to do their work. So, you better keep up. Now go get slave gruel; you will need your energy.” He swatted Ilyrana’s ass to get her moving.

Ilyrana started crying. She realized she had been foolish to try to escape Viggulm. She had been foolish to think they had any chance of evading the orcs. She had been foolish to take such a huge risk with her daughter’s life. They could have lived long lives as sex slaves for some drunk orc. Instead, it looked like they would be worked to death in a mine. Eloimaya was also crying as it sunk in what their lives entailed now, and the two new hard labor slaves hurried to the mine exit so that they could hopefully get some slave gruel before they were put back to work.

(End of Part 16, to be continued...)