The Tale of Agdug: Part 17 – Isilynor Is Transported

Isilynor moved along with the other slaves in the coffle. Occasionally, an orc slashed at them with his whip to keep them moving, but the slaves needed no encouragement. They were fully trained after their time in Ulylthemar. And they knew well the sting of the whip and were eager to avoid it.

The slaves were chained together by their collars in a coffle but their wrists were not manacled or bound, like when they had arrived in Ulylthemar as newly captured, fresh slaves. Their ankles were not hobbled. There was no risk the slaves would try to escape. They had been broken and trained well. Like the other in the coffle, Isilynor was a fully conditioned slave. She accepted and embraced slavery and was eager to spend the rest of her life serving her orc Masters.

Despite her eagerness, Isilynor was exhausted. It was the end of the day and her feet were quite sore. They had travelled in the coffle all day. Her back ached from the large sack of valuables draped over her back that the orcs were transporting back to Aegor. But the soreness of her feet and back were not what bothered her. What bothered her was her aching swollen clit. And her tingling, dripping cunt. She was desperate for an orgasm. Desperate to be fucked. She wanted to reach down and pleasure herself. But she was not permitted to touch herself without permission. The cunt between her legs belonged to the orcs, not her. It was theirs to use as they pleased, not hers to use as she pleased. Isilynor’s sister Zestari was directly in front of her in the coffle. When they had stopped for a break a few hours earlier, the orcs escorting the coffle had selected some slaves from the coffle to be fucked. Zestari had been one of the lucky slaves chosen. Isilynor was not. Isilynor looked with jealousy at the dried cum that had leaked from Zestari’s cunt down her thigh.

Isilynor, Zestari, and several hundred other slaves were being transported by coffle to Aegor. Isilynor knew that her mother, Eshenesra, was also somewhere in the coffle, behind her. These particular slaves were all slaves that had been claimed by orcs before being sent to Ulylthemar. The slaves had all completed their conditioning and training in Ulylthemar and were now being transported to Aegor to begin their lives of servitude. Once through the portal into the orc world, they would be heading into different destinations, depending on the clan of the orc that owned them. Isilynor knew she would miss her mother and sister, both of whom she considered more as her close slave sisters now, rather than blood relatives. But she was eager to begin her new life serving her orc Masters. Isilynor, Zestari, and Eshenesra were all going to different clans. Zestari belonged to the orc general Urzkhal, of the Burning Blade Clan. He was in Elevosia participating in the conquering of the elves, and so Zestari was being sent to the territory of the Burning Blade Clan until he returned. Similarly, Eshenesra belonged to Orgzul Stoutbeast, chieftain of the Ear Ripper Clan, and she was being sent to his clan’s territory while he participated in the invasion of the elven world.

Isilynor’s fate was a little more up in the air. She had been clamed by an orc named Grakam of the Blood Fang Clan. But her Master had been killed in the war. So, she was now the property of the Blood Fang Clan itself and would likely eventually end up being gifted to one of his sons. Isilynor did not know Grakam well. She had only been in his possession for a few days before she was shipped off to Ulylthemar. She thought of what she had been like during those first few days of slavery. How distraught she had been the first time orcs had raped her. How she continued being a screaming, sobbing mess after she was given to Grakam and ravaged by him. She wished he could have seen her now and what an eager little slut she had become.

That sobbing, scared elf maiden seemed like a completely different elf to Isilynor. She barely recognized that elf she had once been. Even more of a stranger to her was the innocent elf maiden she had been before the orcs had conquered her city of Mathlhone. She had lived a sheltered life of luxury, the daughter of the city’s governess and a member of the royal family. How mundane and boring her life had been then. How silly she had been back then, falsely thinking she was some high and mighty elf and a royal one at that. Now she properly understood her place. Elves were lowly animals, meant to be in bondage and service. She was grateful that the orcs had spared her life so that she could serve them. And she knew that in her lowly slave status, she was no better than any other slave. Former princesses, duchesses, merchants, and farmers alike all were judged now by how tight and juicy their cunts were and how skillful they were with their mouths at worshipping orc cock. And she was perfectly happy with that. Nothing in her old life felt as good as being fucked by a powerful orc Master, and being a helpless, vulnerable slave at his feet.

As the coffled continued to walk, Isilynor stared at her sister’s ass. She enjoyed the sight. The way it juggled as Zestari walked. The way it glistened in the sunlight from her sweat. Isilynor longed to push her tongue into Zestari’s tight little ass. Or her juicy little cunt. She longed to do that for so many reasons. First, to maybe slurp up any orc cum that orcs had deposited into her sister’s orifices. Oh, how Isilynor loved orc cum. Second, she wanted her tongue in her sister’s holes to entertain their orc Masters. How the orcs enjoyed watching two former sisters passionately licking and fingering each other. And Isilynor lived to serve and entertain her orc Masters. That was now her sole purpose in life. And third, Isilynor was now just in a constant state of arousal and longed to lick any orc cock or elf cunt or ass that she was permitted. Isilynor was desperate for orc cock, but lying on the ground head to toe with her sister and licking each other’s cunts and asses also was also an enticing thought.

As Isilynor thought about being fucked, the tingle in her loins burned even more intensely. She could feel juices dripping from her aroused cunt and oozing down her thighs. In Ulylthemar, she had been fucked almost constantly. Not a day passed that she was not fucked numerous times. Now, being forced to travel in the coffle, she had gone longer without being fucked than she had ever gone since her capture and enslavement. And her arousal was overwhelming her. She was so sperate to be fucked. And she was not the only one. She could smell the arousal in the air, from all the elf maidens desperate to be fucked after being locked in the slave coffle for so long. She wondered what her life would be like being owned by the Blood Fang Clan. She hoped he was fucked even more than she had been in Ulylthemar.

“Halt, sluts! Time for a break.” an orc shouted to the coffle of slaves. The slaves stopped walking. Many quickly fell to their knees right away from exhaustion and others knelt more slowly. But soon they were all kneeling, their knees parted wide as slaves. Isilynor was glad to be off her aching feet. But she was more excited at the prospect of being fucked.

There were a handful of orcs escorting the slaves to the portal. For them, any break was a chance to fuck a slave of their choice. For the slaves it presented a chance to be fucked. The orcs started walking down the line, deciding which slave they wanted to use. As soon as they did man of the slaves got on all fours, sticking their asses in the air and parting their thighs wide to present their cunts for the Masters.

Isilynor was one of these slaves. She got on all fours and then lowered her front half so that her face was planted in the dirt and her ass was thrust out. “Please Masters, please fuck me” she cried, the desperation clear in her voice. She wiggled her ass enticingly and could feel her pussy dripping down her thighs. She was so aroused

As one of the orcs passed her, she parted her thighs wider and started shaking her ass more frantically. “Please Master please choose me!” she wailed. But the orc kept walking.

There were only a couple dozen orcs and almost four hundred slaves in the coffle. So, most slaves would not get chosen. As the orcs chose their slaves, Isilynor grew more desperate. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, to display for the orcs her asshole and dropping cunt, hoping to entice them with her holes. But alas, she was not chosen. She let out an anguished wail as the orcs unchained different slaves and pulled them from the line. Beside her Zestari was also moaning and begging to be fucked. But she was not chosen either. Isilynor looked resentfully at Zestari. She had at least been fucked last time. Isilynor had not been fucked since the slaves began their journey.

Isilynor noticed then that one of the slaves picked to be fucked was her mother. Eshenesra had been pulled from the line of slaves and was now on all fours with an orc behind her, thrusting away, driving his cock in and out of her. She was moaning loudly and drooling, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Isilynor was overcome with jealousy as she watched her former mother and now slave sister being fucked. Why couldn’t they have chosen her instead, Isilynor thought. She wanted so dearly to thrust her hand between her thighs and masturbate. But she did not dare, not without permission. And she knew she would not get permission. The orcs liked all of the slaves hot and aroused and desperate to be fucked, so they rarely permitted the slaves to pleasure themselves unless it was for the orcs’ entertainment or to get themselves ready to be fucked. She would not get relief until an orc chose her, in some subsequent break as they made their way to the portal. Isilynor dropped her head and cried softy, so distraught and frustrated that she would have to wait several more hours before she even had a chance at being chosen to be fucked.

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Agdug walked through the dungeon. Inside cells, a number of the slaves saw him and begged to be released from the dungeon.

“Please Master, I will be a good slut now! Please take me out of here! Please! Please!” one young redheaded elf maiden wailed, clutching the bars and looking at Agdug as he passed her. But Agdug ignored her. Of course, she and the others were desperate to leave the dungeon. It is where the orcs sent misbehaving or displeasing slaves or slaves that needed special attention to be broken. Agdug knew they would not be allowed to leave the dungeon until the slavers determined they were ready. And then they would leave as broke, submissive, eager sluts.

Agdug headed through the dungeon until he found who he was looking for. It was his chief deputy slaver, Zunodagh. Zunodagh was busy whipping a slave. She was hanging limp from her chains, barely conscious. She had once been a priestess, and had desperately tried to cling to her dignity and virtue. Zunodagh was seeing to it that this former priestess let go of her old life and embraced her new one. When Zunodagh saw Agdug, he paused his whipping.

“No, continue,” Agdug said. “I won’t be long. I have been summoned to Grimnor’s war camp. They want me to help set up a second slaving hub in the elves’ capitol, after they take it. So, I am putting you in charge of this slave camp after I depart. I depart in a few days.”

Zunodagh slashed his whip into the elf maiden’s breasts, sending a fine mist of blood spraying. As the whip cut into her flesh, the elf maiden threw her head back and screamed in agony, bucking wildly against the chains holding her. “So, they took the capitol! That is great! I imagine the elf cunt we seized there is fine!” Zunodagh said excitedly. He then turned his attention back to the slave, slashing her breasts again and then her belly. The slave screamed in pain and thrashed around wildly. She was sobbing and began pleading to the orcs that she would be a good slave. But Agdug and Zunodagh ignored her.

Agdug shook his head, in response to Zunodagh’s question. “They haven’t taken the capitol yet. But it must be imminent, if they are sending for me. Well, carry on. And the camp is yours. Break the sluts that come though this camp and transform them to fine slaves.”

“Of course, Agdug. You trained me well. I shall make sure that our slaving hub here continues to live up to the reputation you built for it,” Zunodagh said.

Agdug turned to depart. As he did, the whip cracked against the former priestess’s flesh and she let out another pained scream.

As Agdug exited the dungeon, he saw the young elf maiden from before, who had pleaded to him to be released from the dungeon. She and two other elf maidens were kneeling in front of the bars of their cell, all licking an orc’s cock. One of the other elf maidens was also redheaded and closely resembled the first. Agdug figured they might be sisters. A third elf maiden, a brunette who looked a little older than the two redheads, was also joining in on worshipping the orc’s cock.

The orc was holding a single bowl of slave gruel. It was a meager portion. Agdug knew the drill. The elf maiden that did the best job worshipping his cock would get the bowl of gruel. The other two would be sent to be whipped or harshly punished in some other way. All three slaves were eagerly worshipping the orc’s cock. The bowl of slave gruel was barely enough to make a meal but the slaves in the dungeon were usually fed very little, so Agdug knew all three slaves were likely starving. And they were very eager to avoid the whip. That eagerness was a good first step as they were transformed into submissive slaves and stripped fully of any defiance or reluctance to embrace their slavery.

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Isilynor screamed in ecstasy as the orc pounded her from behind.

The sound of flesh slapping fresh, the wet noises of the orc’s cock driving in and out of her sopping cunt, and the orcs grunts were largely drowned out by Isilynor’s aroused screams. She was finally getting fucked. She had not been fucked in days and finally she was getting the orc cock she craved.

She had already cum once and she could already feel another orgasm quickly building up inside her burning, throbbing loins. The orc too was close to cumming and he grabbed Isilynor’s ass. She felt a harsh sting as the org grabbed her ass cheek. She had been whipped harshly a few days earlier and her back and ass were still not fully healed. She had deserved it. Her horniness had overtaken her discipline and one night as the coffle of slaves lay in the dirt to sleep, she had tried to sneakily masturbate to give herself some relief. But she had been caught and harshly whipped. But now, finally she was getting the sexual relief, and the orc cock, she craved.

Isilynor threw her had back and screamed loudly as another orgasm ripped through her, her cunt gushing even more juices around the orc’s cock driving in and out of her. As her cunt clenched down on the orc’s cock, he groaned and he too climaxed. As the orc and slave came down from their orgasms and caught their breath, the orc withdrew his cock and here was a loud slurp as it withdrew from Isilynor’s juicy cunt. She turned around and obediently cleaned off his cock using her mouth. When she was finished, she looked around at the stone walls around her. She was at some temple in the orc world, built by the humans that also lived in this world. They had just come through the portal, and in this world the portal led to this temple. She knew she would likely never see her own world, Elevosia, again. But she did not mind. Her place was kneeling at the orc’s feet, or on all fours with her ass jutting out so she could be fucked by her orc Master’s, and the actual land she knelt on mattered not to her. Cattle cared not what land they grazed and slaves should care not where they served their Masters.

The orc hauled Isilynor to her feet and attached a leash to her collar. “Time to get you coffled again to head to your new home,” he announced.

“Yes, Master,” Isilynor obediently replied. She knew she was likely heading to the territory of the Blood Fang Clan. The orc began to lead her away. As they walked, the orc stopped to speak with another orc who had a coffle of about a dozen slaves with him. One of them was Isilynor’s sister, Zestari. Isilynor knew that Zestari was being taken to the territory of the Burning Blade Clan. This was likely the last time she would ever see her sister. Isilynor was sad about that fact but she knew her sister would live a happy life serving the orcs, just as Isilynor would. As the orc holding Isilynor’s leash spoke with the other orc, Isilynor whispered to Zestari, “Serve your Masters with fiery passion, slave sister.”

Zestari smiled brightly. “You too, slave sister,” she replied and she leaned and pressed her lips to Isilynor’s lips. The two sisters kissed passionately and Isilynor pushed her tongue into Zestari’s mouth and let it dance around with Zestari’s tongue. She felt Zestari’s hand reach out and grope her breast and Isilynor moaned into Zestari’s mouth.

The orc tugged on Isilynor’s leash and she reluctantly but obediently pulled away from her sister. She gave one last affectionate look to her sister before they parted ways. As Isilynor walked, she saw another group of slaves. Among them was her mother, Eshenesra. Isilynor knew this coffle must be going to the lands of the Ear Ripper Clan. Mother and daughter exchanged glances and smiled brightly to each other. Both were proud of the other for their progress in becoming such obedient, eager slaves. Isilynor did not pass closely enough to her mother to give her one last lustful embrace or kiss, so the loving glance would have to be their final goodbye. Isilynor was happy that her mother had found happiness in slavery, just like Isilynor had.

The orc took Isilynor to a coffle of about 20 slaves and she was chained in at the end. “Alright sluts, we have a long journey ahead of us,” an orc called out. “Today begins the rest of your lives serving the Blood Fang Clan!”

As Isilynor waited for the coffle to depart, she watched as another orc approached, with a leashed slave, blonde like Isilynor. She was not added to the coffle but the orc stopped in front of the coffle and commanded her to kneel at his feet. The slave immediately complied. As Isilynor looked at the slave, she seemed vaguely familiar. Then Isilynor recognized her. It was her cousin, Miriella. The former princess of Argothrond. Isilynor had not seen Miriella in years. The last time they had seen each other, Miriella was a young princess and Isilynor was the daughter of a duchess, both living their sheltered lives of luxury. Now they were two naked, branded sex slaves. And Isilynor could see by the smile on Miriella’s face that she was just as happy in slavery as Isilynor.

The orc that held Miriella’s leash looked down at her and addressed her. “These sluts are owned by the Burning Blade Clan, like you, slave,” he said. “Say hello to your slave sisters.”

Miriella looked up and smiled at the coffle of slaves. “Greetings slave sisters, serve our Masters with fiery passion.”

Isilynor smiled towards Miriella, but Miriella did not notice that her own cousin was among the coffled slaves.

“Soon you will many more slave sisters,” the orc holding Miriella’s leash said. “We will be taking your father’s city soon. Your mother and sisters will be joining you in bondage any day now.”

As Isilynor watched Miriella, she thought she saw Miriella’s face flash with worry. “Yes, Master, soon they will learn the joys of bondage and servitude,” Miriella replied. Isilynor thought she heard anxiety or stress in Miriella’s voice. It was puzzling to Isilynor. Surely, she would want her mother and sisters experience the joys of slavery? It did not seem that way…

But as Isilynor pondered this, there was crack of the whip. “Alright sluts, get moving!” an orc barked and the coffle began to shuffle forward. Isilynor turned her attention away from Miriella. She was heading to her new home.

(End of Part 17, to be continued...)