Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 18 – The Labor Camp

“Work faster, sluts!” the orc overseer bellowed, slashing his whip at one of the labor slaves, a brunette woman. She screamed in pain, dropping her shovel, and fell to her knees. But she quickly picked herself and picked up her shovel and began digging again. She did not want to be slashed with the whip again, or worse.

Aelina knew the brunette woman from the Oasis. Her name was Elinor. She was only a little older than Aelina and had been a frequent guest at Aelina’s tea and wine parties. Aelina remembered the wine party she had held shortly after they had captured the blonde elf Jastira. Elinor was the next guest to sit on Jastira’s face after Aelina had finished with her. Now Elinor was a slave in a labor camp. All of the women and girls of the Oasis were here. At least those that had not already died after being worked too hard. Or so Aelina assumed. Many had collapsed and been dragged off by the orcs, never to be seen again, which Aelina assumed meant they were dead. Aelina knew it was only a matter of time before she and Elinor were similarly worked to death.   It was the inevitable fate of almost all slaves in a labor camp.

Seeing Elinor receive her lashing, Aelina tried to pick up her pace, pushing the wheelbarrow as fast as she could. Which was not very fast. She was completely exhausted. She was thirsty and hungry. It felt like very muscle in her body was throbbing. Her hands and feet were blistered and bleeding. Aelina had only been in the labor camp for about a week, but it had felt like an eternity. She had barely had any sleep since arriving. Aelina had spent every day digging or hauling away dirt. The orcs were searching for some mineral or other resource in the earth, she assumed, that they could use for their war machine. The orcs didn’t bother telling the slaves the purpose of their labor, but that was the only thing it could be. Every day, Aelina started working before the sun had risen and worked well into the night. Then the slaves were put in an outdoor pen to eat and sleep for a few hours. But usually, some of the orc and goblin overseers showed up to select some of the slaves to fuck. Which meant that many nights, Aelina did not even get a chance to sleep at all before she was put to work again.  Instead, she spent the night being brutally ravaged.

That day, Aelina had been assigned the task of hauling away dirt. She was pushing a wheelbarrow, which other slaves filled with dirt so she could haul it away. The wheelbarrow was empty at the moment, but Aelina was so exhausted and so sore that even pushing the empty wheelbarrow was a strenuous task. She had no idea how she could keep going when it was filled with dirt again and heavy. Perhaps she would collapse. She knew if she did not get up again, the orcs would drag her away and kill her. As miserable as her life was, she did not want to die. She prayed she had the strength to keep going. But she knew it mattered not. Maybe she would have the strength to go a few more days. Or a few more weeks. Maybe even a few months. But eventually she would not be able to keep going and she would die or be killed. And then added to the slave gruel, if the rumors were true.

Suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed one of Aelina’s ass cheeks and squeezed it. Aelina winced in pain. Her ass was quite tender from the numerous lashes from a whip she had received over the last few days. She turned and saw a goblin had grabbed her ass.

He looked her up and down, before he reached up and attached a leash to her collar. “Come slut,” he said and he began to drag her away.

Aelina fought back tears, praying she had the strength to keep going, hoping that whatever this goblin had planned for her was not too strenuous.

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Ghorza lay on the furs and groaned. Her leg was throbbing. She picked up some more of the dried root from the plate on the table next to her and stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it. It was bitter and disgusting but it was supposed to dull her pain. It seemed to only work a little, but it was better than nothing.

Ghorza looked down at her thigh. It was heavily bandaged. The flesh where she had been branded had been cut away a couple days ago. The orcs had insisted that she could not bear a mark of slavery. It was a great shame they said. So, they had cut away the brand. They told her she would have a horrible scar there after it healed. But at least there would be no slave brand.

When Ghorza had returned to the camp, she had been ushered away to tell a male warrior all that had happened. She had told him exactly what she had told Jastira and the others she would say. The orcs were now on the hunt, looking for the humans that had enslaved her. Of course, they were not lot looking anywhere near the Oasis. They had no knowledge of the portals, because Ghorza had not told them about the portals. So, the orcs assumed there must be a human encampment closer to the orc camp. Which had surprised them. They were deep in orc territory. But Jastira had played ignorant and they had not pressed her too much.

Jastira had been given a few days to recover from her ordeal before they removed the brand. And now she would have even longer to recover from the painful removal of her brand. While it healed, Ghorza was put in a small hut that she had all to herself. She had been told she would not be bred until she was mostly healed, and that might be a few weeks or even longer. She was glad for this. After her ordeal of sex slavery, she was not exactly eager to be put on all fours to be fucked, even if it was for breeding new orcs and not the sexual pleasure of a human Master.

“Would you like some water, Mistress?” a voice next to her said. It was a young elf maiden slave.

“I am fine, thank you, Yaelysia,” Ghorza responded, the tone of her voice soothing and kind.

Yaelysia gave Ghorza an uneasy look. She was not used to orcs in the camp calling her by her first name, rather than “slave” or “slut” or “elf cunt.” She was not used to being treated kindly by the orcs in the camp. But then Yaelysia slowly returned a small smile towards Ghorza as it sunk in that this was no trick and that Ghorza was indeed being kind to her. It was still sinking in for Yaelysia that Ghorza was not like the other orcs in the camp. Yaelysia had been assigned to Ghorza while Ghorza was healing and had been commanded to attend to her every need. Yaelysia was still getting used to her very different experience serving Ghorza rather than what she had experienced with every other orc since being enslaved.

“Would you like any water? Or some of this fruit?” Ghorza asked Yaelysia, gesturing to the plate of fruit that was on her table.

Yaelysia hesitated. Slaves were normally not permitted to eat anything other than slave gruel. But then she nodded, and said, “Yes please, Mistress, thank you.” Ghorza picked up a bunch of grapes from the plate and headed them over to Yaelysia, who hungrily ate them.

Ghorza smiled as she watched Yaelysia eating. Now that Ghorza was back in the orc breeding camp, she was in the presence of numerous elf maiden slaves who served the orcs there. But Ghorza now had a very different perspective about elf maidens and slavery. Ghorza knew she was only alive because of elf maidens who had helped her. And she was only free from slavery because of elf maidens and their human friends who had saved her. And Ghorza now understood that elf maidens were not natural slaves. The brutal treatment of any captive could break her and turn her submissive and obedient. Even orcs. Ghorza now knew that from firsthand experience. She had been every bit the submissive slave as her elf maiden and human slave sisters in the Oasis. The orcs could remove her brand but they could not remove her memory of slavery. And it had drastically changed Ghorza’s perspective on elf maidens, slavery, and how slaves should be treated. Ghorza would never be cruel to another slave again and would do her best to be kind to them and do what she could to make their slavery that much less horrible.

The animal skin flap to Ghorza’s hut opened and a head peeked in. It was an older female orc, Brula. “How are you doing, Ghorza?” she asked.

“I am well, thank you. This slave has been worshipping me and it helps distract me from the pain,” Ghorza replied. It was a lie. Ghorza did not make Yaelysia or any slaves sexually service her. But she had to lie about it; she did not want to alert any of her fellow orcs about her newly found feelings about slaves and the sexual use of slaves. She wished she could do more for Yaelysia and the other slaves. But she knew there was little to nothing she could do. She had no ability to free them. All she could do was to be as kind as possible to them. At some point, Yaelysia would be back to serving other orcs in the camp and would likely be treated harshly. But Ghorza would offer a little respite and kindness for the brief time Yaelysia was here with Ghorza.

Ghorza glanced down at Yaelysia, relieved she had finished the grapes quickly so that Brula had not seen her eating them. Hearing that Ghorza was fine, Brula nodded and pulled her head out of the hut and departed. Ghorza breathed a sigh of relief. She handed Yaelysia some more grapes and then stuffed some more of the bitter root in her own mouth and chewed it, hoping to dull the pain in her leg more.

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Ursula lurched forward as the orc yanked the rope leash he had tied around her throat. She gasped, struggling to breath as the rope tightened around her throat. She heard her daughter, Emeline, stumble behind her. Emeline had been tied behind Ursula. Emeline was still crying softly into her gag. Ursula wanted dearly to turn and console her daughter, but she knew if she stopped or slowed down to attempt such, they would likely both be whipped. And how could she even console Emeline? There was nothing she could say to console her daughter. Emeline and Ursula had been dragged from their beds in the middle of the night. They had been forced to watch as the orcs had killed Emeline’s father. Ursula had been forced to watch as the orcs viciously stole away Emeline’s innocence and ravaged her. Then they did the same to Ursula. And now they were being dragged off to slavery and a lifetime of abuse and humiliation. Ursula knew had nothing to offer Emeline to console her even if she could risk stopping to do so.

Ursula and her family had once lived in the human kingdom of Nyllenor, in a small village. But when the orcs had attacked the kingdom, Ursula and her husband had fled with Emeline to the forest. They had built a small hunt and lived off the land. They had been in the forest for several years. But that night, slave orc hunters had gone into the forest with a hellhound that had sniffed them out. The orcs had acquired two new slaves. And Ursula and Emeline were now living their worst nightmare.

A couple of the orcs were now leading Ursula and Emeline away while the other slave hunters and their hellhound continued their search for more humans in the forest. Ursula knew others from Nyllenor had fled to the forest. She hoped they fared better than her own family.

“Alright, let’s stop here and finish stripping them,” one of the orcs said and they stopped walking. The other orc stepped forward and began cutting away the last shreds of Ursula’s and Emeline’s pajamas. Ursula watched helplessly as the orc roughly groped Emeline’s breasts.

“This one is young and skinny,” the orc said. “She won’t last more than a week in the labor camp. Alright, let’s get moving.” The first orc yanked the leash and forced Ursula and Emeline to start walking again. Now Ursula was also sobbing. She had been terrified that her poor daughter would live a miserable life of sex slavery. Now she realized she would instead be brutally worked to death in a labor camp. Ursula felt completely helpless to save her daughter.

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“I can be of use to you,” Enzorhan pleaded. “I know powerful magic. Think of how useful the portals are!” He was kneeling with his head over a wooden block. A soldier was standing next to him with a sword, ready to decapitate him. The militia had tried Enzorhan and sentenced him to death the day prior. Jastira and Berold stood nearby and watched as observers to the execution. Enzorhan had been given a chance to offer his last words. He was using them to plead for his life to be spared.

The soldier Rolant was overseeing the execution and he stepped forward to address Enzorhan. “Even if we wanted to wield your dark, evil magic, we have arrested many of your priests and priestesses who can teach it to us. And we now have with us a dark elf who knows more about magic than you could have ever dream to possess. We have no use for you, even if we were inclined to pardon you for your many terrible crimes. And we are not.”

“I am the leader of the cult. The others will follow me. We can be a useful ally against the orcs,” Enzorhan cried. “I can be useful…”

Rolant nodded his head to the executioner and the executioner rose his sword and then brought it down, clean through the back of Enzorhan’s neck, decapitating and silencing him permanently.

Jastira watched but she found no joy in this. The man certainly deserved what he got but Jastira found no pleasure in getting vengeance on this man.  She was glad it was over and that justice had been served. She thought it was ironic his final plea had been to join in an alliance against the orcs. Nimeroni, Issarel, and Jastira had all offered him the same thing. He was more interested in keeping them as sex slaves instead. And he had not hesitated to brutally murder Nimeroni and planned the same for Jastira. The man was evil and could not be trusted in any alliance. He had just received the death he deserved.

Jastira turned to Berold. “We should go. We have some work to do.” Berold nodded. They were meeting up with some other soldiers and then they had a day’s walk to one of the portals. It was time to start utilizing the portals for good.

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As the goblin pulled her leash, Aelina assumed she was being taken to a new area to haul away dirt and she pushed the wheelbarrow in front her as the goblin led her away.

But he turned and barked, “Set down the wheelbarrow slut; you won’t need that.” She set it down and hurried to keep up as the goblin pulled her leash.

The goblin took her into a wooded area and then stopped. He looked Aelina up and down and licked his lips. “There is something special about you, cunt. But I can’t figure out what it is,” he said.

“I am… I was a queen, Master,” Aelina replied. “Would you like to fuck me, Master?” Aelina knew if this goblin was fucking her that she would at least get to take a break from the hard labor. Her royal status had failed to save her from being made a hard labor slave. But perhaps this goblin was more interested in her royal cunt than the orcs who had raided the Oasis were.

The goblin licked his lips and nodded. “On all fours, slut.” Aelina presented herself to be fucked and the goblin quickly got behind her, grabbing her hair with one hand and her hip with the other. “What was your name, slut?” the goblin said.

“Queen Aelina,” Aelina responded, deliberately trying to play up that she had been a queen.

As his cock began to slide inside her, the goblin groaned with pleasure. As he began thrusting into her, he said, “It is a shame a pretty young queen was sent to a labor camp. But I have a friend looking for a slave just like you. I will send word to him; we can probably put you to much better use than working you to death in a labor camp.”

Aelina closed her eyes as the goblin fucked her. She started to moan and thrust her own hips back as the goblin pounded her. She wanted to play up that she was a submissive little slut. For the first time since the orcs had arrived in the Oasis, Aelina felt hope. Not that she would escape slavery. She knew she would spend the rest of her life as a slave. But perhaps she would at least escape this horrible labor camp. As a sex slave, she would at least get to live much longer than she would have here. Finally, her royal status was paying off.

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Another week had passed. Ghorza was almost healed. Brula had just unwrapped the bandages and had examined her leg. It was horribly scarred but almost healed, Brula had reported. Ghorza knew that she would soon resume her normal duties. She would soon be bred. As Ghorza thought about her future, Yaelysia sat on the ground next to her, her cheek resting against Ghorza’s leg. Yaelysia had hardly left Ghorza’s side since Ghorza had been put in the hut to heal and recover. For Yaelysia, it was certainly a much better gig than what she would have faced serving the other orcs. But by the way Yaelysia affectionately nuzzled her cheek against Ghorza’s leg, Ghorza knew it was more than that. Ghorza’s kindness to the young elf maiden slave had made the slave care for her. Ghorza wished she could somehow free Yaelysia from slavery. But there was nothing she could do. As a female orc, and a young one at that, Ghorza had little to no say on how the orcs treated their captives.  She had little say over her own life now, since she was breeding age and must serve her duty and birth many new orcs.

The flap to the hut opened. Yaelysia quickly got into a slave kneeling position. Ghorza assumed it was Brula returning. But instead, it was a goblin. Ghorza recognized him. It was Varthurg, one of the many goblins who did scouting and espionage for the orcs of her clan. He was a cousin of the goblin Vagrat, who was a close ally of her father. And Ghorza hoped he had come for a specific reason.

“Hello again Ghorza,” Varthurg said. “I just received a message by bird. One of my goblins found that queen named Aelina you were looking for. She is indeed alive and she is with other slaves collected from a desert city, in a labor camp. So, it must have been them that abducted you. She is alive for now.”

Ghorza sat up straight her attention on Varthurg. She had asked the goblin to be on the lookout for Aelina. And Varthurg had found her.

“Make sure she stays alive then,” Ghorza said. “I would very much like to see her.”

“Are you sure this woman was involved in your abduction? My goblin said she was brought in from the city of Kam Ladur, in the middle of a vast desert. They could not have brought you there; that is nowhere near here. It would have taken you many, many weeks to travel there. And they would have had to travel through miles of territory controlled by orcs.”

“She is definitely one of my captors,” Ghorza said. “And I would very much like to pay her a visit.” She stood up. “Please help me find the orc Brula in the camp. I need to seek her permission to leave the camp with you and pay a visit to my former captor.” Varthurg nodded.

Ghorza reached down and gently stroked Yaelysia’s cheek. “I will likely be departing for a little while. Stay strong while I am gone.” Yaelysia nodded and said softly, “Yes, Mistress.” Ghorza hoped Yaelysia would be OK. But Ghorza knew that Yaelysia’s service to her was about to end soon, regardless, now that Ghorza was mostly healed. Yaelysia would be back to serving other orcs. But now Ghorza had something she wanted to take care of before she was mated to an orc.  It was time for her to get revenge.

(End of Part 18, to be continued...)