Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 19 – Aelina's Fate

Ursula gagged, struggling not to lurch and struggling to breath, as an orc held her head and roughly drove his cock in and out of her throat. She was on her knees in front of the orc, helpless as he fucked her mouth. Drool spilled down her chin and she struggled to breath as her mouth and throat were pounded by the thick orc cock. But she was not concerned at the moment for her own plight. Ursula was worried about her daughter, Emeline.

Ursula and Emeline had been taken to a small encampment in the forest where the orcs were gathering the human women they had captured. Ursula and Emeline were not the first women they had captured; the orcs had a half dozen other women already there. The orcs were waiting for some of the other slave hunters to return before they transported their new slaves to a labor camp. While they waited, the orcs and goblins had decided to use their captives.

On her knees, facing the crotch of the orc fucking her mouth, Ursula could not see her daughter. She heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the cries of a woman. But she knew those cries were from another woman behind her who was being ravaged by a goblin.



That woman was being ravaged by the goblin when Ursula and Emeline arrived at the camp. The other women were also being ravaged by orcs and goblins. It was a brutal introduction for all of them to their new lives as slaves. But Ursula knew this was not the worst of what they would experience, not by far. They were not ending up as sex slaves. Rather, they were going to a labor camp where they would likely be worked to death. Sex slavery was a much preferable fate by comparison.

The orc groaned loudly. His cock began throbbing in Ursula’s mouth and then her mouth was filled with spurt after spurt of cum. Humiliated, she quickly swallowed it. When the orc finished cumming, he pulled her head away and lumbered off. With her arms bound behind her back, Ursula could not wipe the cum off her lips and so she reluctantly licked it up.

Ursula turned and scanned the camp for Emeline. She spotted her a few feet away. Emeline was on her hands and knees, in between a pair of goblins who were fucking her from both ends. Emeline had a look of shock on her face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Ursula desperately wanted to run over to her daughter and try to save her from this defilement. Or at least try to comfort and console her. But Ursula knew that to do either would earn both her and Emeline a harsh punishment. All she could do was watch helplessly as Emeline was ravaged. Ursula found herself glad that it was goblins and not orcs ravaging Emeline. Goblins would be comparatively less rough. And as she watched helplessly, she found herself wishing this would remain Emeline’s fate, to be a sex slave. At least poor Emeline would get to live. She knew the prospect of her daughter surviving in the labor camp for very long was grim. Ursula cursed the gods that she was in this terrible position, to be praying in vain that her daughter would receive the “mercy” or being a sex slave.


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The goblin tugged Aelina’s leash, leading her away from the other slaves shoveling and hauling away dirt.



 Aelina was pushing a wheelbarrow again; she had been tasked with that same job for the last several days. But each of those last several days, this goblin had pulled her out from the group to take her behind some trees to fuck her. Aelina welcomed it. It meant she got a break from the hard labor. And she hoped it meant that soon, this goblin would take her away from the nightmare of this labor camp and she would get to live a much longer life as a sex slave rather than being worked to death in this camp. Her “royal cunt” was hopefully paying off.

As they moved behind the trees, Aelina saw a trio of orcs. She wondered if they were there to join in fucking her. The more the merrier. The more masters she had to pleasure, the longer it would take and the longer she would have before she had to return to hard labor. But as she moved closer, Aelina realized one of them was a female orc. And as she moved closer still, she recognized the female orc. It was Ghorza, the former slave of the Oasis. Ghorza was glaring at her hatefully.

Aelina froze in her tracks as soon as she recognized Ghorza. But the goblin yanked her leash, forcing her forward. When they reached Ghorza and the other orcs, one of the male orcs stepped forward. He pointed to the ground in front of them. “Kneel, slut,” he commanded sternly.

Aelina quickly knelt, with her legs parted wide, like a proper slaver. She was trembling as she glanced up at Ghorza. She thought of all the humiliation and punishment she had heaped on Ghorza when Ghorza was slave. Her eyes briefly rested on Ghorza’s thigh and she saw the scarring where her slave brand had once been. “Is this the human cunt you are looking for?” the male orc asked.

“Yep, it is her,” Ghorza replied. Aelina could hear the venom in her voice. Ghorza looked down at Aelina. “It seems the tables have turned, slave. And I have been told that unless someone takes you from this camp, you will likely not last much longer. You will be worked until you die, or you will collapse and cannot work anymore, and then will be killed. That is your fate and the fate of every woman of the Oasis.”

“Yes, Mistress, but I am an obedient and pleasing slave, now. Perhaps you wish for me to serve you?” Aelina whimpered. She leaned down and began planting kisses all over Ghorza’s feet, trying to prove her submission.

Ghorza angrily kicked her face away. “Do not dare put your lips on me, slave,” she growled. “After what you and your ilk did to my sister and me, I was going to let you be worked to death in this camp. But then I decided you could serve a better purpose and a longer life near the female orc camp I live.”

“Yes, Mistress, I will gladly serve the female orcs,” Aelina whimpered. “I beg forgiveness for what was done to you. But I am no longer that cruel human. I am a pleasing and obedient slave. I will serve you and other others in the camp well!”

Ghorza shook her head. “I would never give you the mercy of serving me and the other females in a female orc camp,” she replied coldly. “I said you will be serving near the camp, not in it. We maintain a human breeding camp next to our camp. We keep it there so that the milk the human broodmares produce can be collected to give to our young in our camp. You will spend the rest of your life providing milk and pushing out new slaves. Slaves that will be reared until they are old enough to be broodmares themselves or put in labor camps.”

“No! Please not that!” Aelina cried and she tried to reach out to grab Ghorza’s leg but Ghorza kicked her again. One of the male orcs bent down and grabbed Aelina, hauling her to her feet.

“If you want, we actually have a camp adjacent to this one with some male human slaves, for some of the harder labor. You can breed her here so she is already with child when she arrives at the breeding camp,” the goblin said.

Ghorza nodded. “A splendid idea. We can get her started in her new life right away.” As Aelina wailed and cried, the male orc began to drag her off.


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An orc slashed at the coffle of the slaves. It struck the shoulder of the woman in front of Ursula and the woman cried out in pain. Ursula could feel blood oozing down her own back where she had been whipped a few minutes before. And she could see poor Emeline a few spots in front of her in the coffle and the cuts across her own back where she had been whipped. The orcs were driving the slaves hard with whips, keeping them moving at a fast pace. There were now a dozen women and girls in total, all sniffed out in the forest by the hellhound and captured by the slavers. They were on their way to a labor camp, where Ursula knew they would be forced to do backbreaking labor and would likely be worked to death. Ursula dreaded the thought of her daughter ending up in such a place.

Ursula watched as Emeline stumbled but she managed to stay on her feet. Ursula was relived; she had no idea what the orcs would do to her daughter if she fell. But she had no idea how much further they would be walking before they reached the camp. They had been walking all day. Perhaps they would be walking for hours more. Or perhaps days or weeks. Ursula prayed Emeline could make it. Ursula knew her own feet were throbbing. She was also exhausted and on the verge of collapse. And of course, once they arrived at the labor camp, they would not have any chance to recover. They would be forced to do backbreaking labor, until they died.

The slaves continued walking. Emeline stumbled again. And this time she fell. The slave in the coffle behind her stumbled over her and then also fell. The entire coffle halted to a stop. “Get up!” an orc screamed and he hurried over and began whipping Emeline and the other slave who had fallen. The other slave cried out in pain and quickly picked herself up. Emeline tried to get up but she fell again. It was clear she was too weak, too exhausted. She cried as the whip slashed into her.

“Stop!” Ursula cried. “Please stop!” She tried to hurry over to her daughter but locked into the coffle, she could not move forward enough to reach her daughter. Ursula’s head snapped back as the chain between her and the slave behind her grew taught and stopped her in her path. Ursula watched helplessly as the orc viciously whipped Emeline. Emeline writhed around on the ground and cried out weakly. She did not even try to get up again. She was too weak.

“Unchain that one and kill her,” an orc said. “She is holding up the others.” Another orc moved forward and began to unchain Emeline. Ursula wailed in dismay as she watched her daughter being removed from the coffle to be killed. “Please no! Please just let her rest! Please do not kill my daughters!” The orcs ignored Ursula’s pleas as they began to drag her off into the forest.


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Aelina wailed, shaking her head back and forth as the hooded man lay on top of her, thrusting away inside her. She was in complete anguish as she was fucked. She had thought the labor camp was the worst nightmare imaginable. But now she was facing one so much worse. Aelina was now a breeding slave. She knew she would spend the rest of her life being forcefully impregnated, only to have her babies stolen away from her to be raised as slaves. When her father had founded the Oasis, Aelina had assumed her own son or daughter would succeed her as king or queen. Now she would be forced to conceive and birth dozens of children, like livestock, all of whom would be doomed to slavery, either as labor slaves or breeding slaves. It seemed the orcs had little use for humans as sex slaves now that they had elves. Most of the women from the Oasis would die in the labor camp. Aelina now wished for that fate. Anything would be better than this.

Aelina was strapped down spreadeagle on a table and the orcs were leading a line of hooded male human slaves to climb on top of her and fuck her. After one man ejaculated inside her, he was pulled away and another was placed onto of her to fuck her.

Aelina bucked her hips, trying to throw the current man off of her. But of course, she could not. Even if she were strong enough to throw off any of these men, which she was not, she was tightly secured to the table with leather straps. She was completely helpless as man after man climbed onto her to breed with Aelina. She had lost count how many men had fucked her. But she knew it had to have been dozens.

The latest man began shaking and he grunted. Aelina realized he was ejaculating inside her. One more man had deposited his seed into her womb, increasing the chances she would be impregnated. An orc pulled the man off of Aelina. Using some ink, the orc marked her thigh with another slash. Each time a man ejaculated inside her, the orc added a slash to her hips or thighs, to track how many men had been mated with her.

“How many was that now that have bred with her?” an orc asked

Another orc counted he slashes on her hips and thighs and replied, “Over 70.”

“Ok that is enough for now,” the first orc replied. “We will start up again tomorrow.” The orc unstrapped Aelina from the table. “Get up slut,” he barked. Aelina climbed to her feet. Her legs were wobbly and she almost fell. “Move it slut. We have a nice cage for you sleep in and then tomorrow we can breed you again.” Sobbing, Aelina limped forward in the direction that that the orc had commanded her.



She knew that if she was not yet pregnant, she would be soon enough.


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Ursula screamed as an orc began dragging Emeline away into the forest. Emeline was going to be killed after she had collapsed and been unable to walk any further. Ursula watched helplessly as her only child was dragged away to be murdered by these vile orcs.

But then suddenly there was a clamor behind Ursula. There were shouts. Orc and human shouts. And the humans were men, not women. And then the clash of metal against metal rang out. And more shouts and then screams. Ursula spun around. A few dozen human men, all in armor, had suddenly surrounded them. They were attacking the orcs. The men outnumbered the orcs. There were less than a dozen orcs and at least three dozen men. The men slashed at the orcs with swords and spears. The orcs had been caught off guard and with the human’s superior numbers, they began to quickly pick off the orcs. Orc after orc was slayed. The pair of orcs that were dragging off Emeline let her go and tried to join the fray but they too were quickly killed. The orcs managed to kill or injure a couple of the men but then it was over. The last of the orcs was stabbed through the chest and he screamed and fell to the ground, writhing around before he fell silent and still.

“Quickly, one of the orcs probably has a key. Find it and unchain the captives,” a man called out. That man saw Emeline lying on the ground and he hurried over to her and helped her to her feet. He brought her over to the other captive women still locked in the coffle. She was close enough to Ursula, who threw her arms around her daughter, sobbing with joy that her daughter had narrowly avoided death. As Ursula embraced her daughter, the man who had helped her to her feet removed his helmet. “My name is Berold,” the man said, addressing the coffled women. “I am sure you are all exhausted but we need to move quickly, before any more orcs find us. We are going to take you to safety.”

“Some of the other orcs in this forest have a hellhound,” one of the women said, fear in her voice. “When they find their dead comrades, they will use the hellhound to track us!”

Berold shook his head. “Where we are taking you, no hellhound or orc will be able to track you. You will be safe.”


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“No!” Aelina cried, as the orc swung the top portion of the pillory down, locking her wrists and neck into place. She knew she was likely to spend the rest of her life locked in this “breeding rack.” 



A goblin had explained this all to her when she was transported from the labor camp to the breeding camp. The only time she would leave the breeding rack was when she went into labor. Otherwise, she would be locked in here, completely helpless and immobile.

Aelina had been dreading this moment ever since she had learned she was being made a breeding slave. Back at the labor camp, the orcs had bred human male slaves with her for a few days before transporting her to this breeding camp. It had taken over a week to travel here. Aelina had no idea if she was pregnant yet. But she knew she would be soon enough if she was not already. Locked into this breeding rack, the orcs and goblins would continue to breed her with male slaves until they were sure she was pregnant. Indeed, all around Aelina were other human women locked inbreeding racks, their bellies swollen with the babies growing in their wombs, and their breasts swollen from the milk their bodies were producing. Aelina realized she would be in a similar state soon enough. She would be livestock in this nightmarish, inhuman condition.

“Please do not do this!” Aelina wailed. Her pleas were cut off when the orc shoved a tube into her mouth. He pushed it in further until it began to slide down her throat. “A feeding tube,” he said. “I am sure you are hungry. We will feed you some gruel soon enough. With some nice hormones added to increase your milk production.” He reached between Aelina’s legs and began rubbing her slit. “And a nice bonus of the hormones is they will put you in a constant state of arousal and your cunt will be nice and juicy. It will be torture for you but for us, you will be fun to fuck. Though we will have to wait until you are pregnant before we get to fuck you. I look forward to it. But until then you will only get to feel puny human cock in your cunt.” He pulled his hand away from Aelina’s sex. “Alright, this one is ready to be bred!” he called out.

Aelina groaned in dismay though her feeding tube. She wanted to die. She wanted to be worked to death in the labor camp. Anything was better than this fate. But she would not receive the mercy of death. Locked in the breeding rack, she did not even have the ability to kill herself if she wanted to. She was completely helpless to avoid her fate. She was now a broodmare.

Aelina wailed again as she felt someone positioning behind her. A moment later, she felt a cock begin to push inside her. She heard the human man behind her grunt as he began thrusting, ready to deposit yet another load of human seed into her womb. Aelina knew it was only a matter of time before she was pregnant, if she was not already, and the first of many babies would be growing in her womb.


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Ursula, Emeline, and the other former captives had exited the forest and they were walking down a road. Escorting them were the men that had rescued them. Ursula was quite nervous. In fact, she was downright terrified. The orcs would surely find their dead comrades soon. The hellhound would be fetched to track them. The orcs would find them in no time. She did not want to think about what the orcs would do them when they found them. They would not just blame these men for killing their comrades. The women here would be viewed as escaped slaves. They too would face the brutal consequences.

Ursula was holding her daughter’s arm, helping her to walk. They were moving slowly. Emeline was not the only one overcome with exhaustion. And the slower they moved, the sooner the orcs would catch up with them, Ursula feared.

“Alright, we are here,” Berold called out and he stopped walking, as did the other soldiers. Ursula and the other women looked around, confused. They were in the middle of the road. Wide out in the open; the orcs would not even need their hounds to find them here. “We cannot stay here, we will be found,” Ursula said and a few of the other women murmured in agreement.

“We will not be here for long,” Berold said, and he turned to another soldier and nodded. The soldier stepped off the road into a small clearing. He began to murmur. Ursula could not make out the words, but they seemed to be in a different language. Suddenly there was a flash of red light. And then appearing in front of the man was a glowing red circle. Ursula had no idea what it was, but it was clear to her it was some kind of magic. “This is a portal; when you step through it, it will take you instantly to another place in Aegor, hundreds of miles away,” Berold explained. “We will close the portal behind us and it will disappear until we open it again, and neither the orcs nor their hounds will have any idea where we will have gone. Let us go quickly.” A few of the soldiers started stepping into the red blowing circle. The disappeared as soon as they did. Ursula stared at the portal nervously. But then she clutched her daughter’s arm sand led her forward. They stepped through together.

She felt a strange tingly sensation and suddenly she was somewhere else. She was no longer on a road; rather she was on a trail in the forest. There were women and men all around them. A woman was handing out bundles to the former captives. Ursula realized they were clothing. Another woman had a basket of bread and another of fruit. He was giving out the food to the former captives. A woman started to speak. And as she did, Ursula saw her ears. She was not a human. By her ears, Ursula realized that she must be an elf. Ursula had not even known elves existed outside of stories until this very moment. But she had just stepped through a magic portal. Nothing seemed unbelievable.

“Welcome,” Jastira said. “You are safe now. We have food and clothing for you. We will stay here for a little while so you can rest and recover. And then we have about a day’s walk to a place that can be your new home, New Hope.”

For the first time since her capture, Ursula realized she was no longer terrified and distraught for the fate of her daughter. For the first time since her capture, she felt hope again.


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Aelina moaned into her feeding tube. She was in abject misery. Her swollen breasts ached and she was badly in need of a milking. The goblins came around twice a day and it had been a while since they had come around. Aelina prayed they would come again soon.

Her swollen, aching breasts were not her only plight. She was oaked in sweat from the hot sun and was being swarmed with flies that were leaving stinging, itchy bites all over her body. And even worse was the tingling burning arousal she felt between her legs. The hormones she had been given to boost her milk production left her in a constant state of intense arousal. Her clit was swollen and throbbing. Her entire pussy was tingling and hot and felt like it was on fire. She could feel her juices oozing down her thighs. She was desperately in need of an orgasm. But an orc had not fucked her in over two days. Her breeding camp was adjacent to a female orc camp that had many elf maiden slaves. The orcs and goblins much preferred those elf slaves to the broodmare humans in the breeding camp. So sometimes Aelina would go days at time before she was fucked. Leaving her in a constant state of torment. The only thing paying attention to her pussy at the moment was the flies. The flies were attracted to Aelina’s dripping pussy and there was a constant swarm crawling over her swollen pussy and biting it, adding to her misery and torment. But that was still not the worst part of it. The worst part of her existence was her swelling belly. Aelina had a baby growing in her womb. She had no idea how long she had been in the fuck rack; she had long ago last track of time. But based on her swelling belly, she realized she must have been here many months. She figured it would only be a matter of weeks before she would give birth to the child growing inside her. And the baby would be taken away from her. She would never get to see her child and soon after she would be impregnated again to start over this nightmare. And every child she birthed would be raised as slave, to be made a labor slave or a breeding slave when he or she reached a suitable age. She would not have any princes or princesses. Only slaves doomed to live an existence as miserable as her own.

Aelina was not the only broodmare undergoing this miserable existence. The air was filled with the stench of sweat and female arousal and the sounds of moans and whimpers from all of the human broodmares locked in their breeding racks. The moans and groans were louder than usual. All of them were badly in need of a milking. Or badly in need of a fucking. Or probably both.

Aelina heard footsteps near her. It must be an orc or a goblin she assumed. She parted her legs wider and began shaking her ass and thrusting her hips in the air, desperately trying to entice an orc or goblin to fuck her to give her some much-needed sexual relief. She sensed someone behind her and she began gyrating even harder, moaning in desperation.

Then she felt a hand on her swollen belly. “Ah, it will not be me too much longer, broodmare, before you give birth. Perhaps a month or two,” a voice said. It was a female orc’s voice. Aelina realized in was Ghorza.

Ghorza circled around so that she as in front of Aelina. She placed her hand on Aelina’s chin and yanked her head up so that she could look at her face. “You stink, broodmare. No wonder the flies like you so much.” Ghorza said. “It seems a very different life for your now, from your past life of abusing and humiliating slaves.”

Selina starting pleading with Ghorza to be freed from this nightmare, or she tried to, but the feeding tube made her words indecipherable. Ghorza reached down and rubbed her own swollen baby. “It seems we are both serving the orc horde with our wombs. But my service does not seem quite so miserable as yours. I miss my sister dearly. I still have nightmares about what you and your fellow humans did to me and to her. But seeing you here like this provides just a little bit of consolation. Farewell, broodmare.” Ghorza realized Aelina’s chin and began to walk off. Aelina moaned in dismay into her feeding tube. She wanted so desperately to escape this nightmare. But she knew she never would.


(The End of The Tale of Jastira; to be continued, in The Tale of Velatha...)


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