The Tale of Velatha: Part 1 – The Fall of Kaalhone

Note: This story resumes immediately where we left off at the end of The Tale of Agdug

From the safety of the castle walls, Queen Velatha watched, horrified, at the unfolding carnage and violence in the city below. Hours ago, the orcs had breached the walls of the city of Kaalhone. They were now overrunning the city. Only the castle, protected by its own walls, had yet to be overrun. Velatha watched as orcs chopped down elves or captured as they fled in terror on the street. Any male elf was quickly killed. The elf maidens were captured and stripped and ravaged on the street by the marauding orcs. Other orcs charged into homes and other buildings, dragging out screaming elf maidens who were also stripped and the ravaged on the street. Velatha had received many reports of this happening to other cities in the kingdom. Now she was witnessing this horror with her very own eyes and it was even worse than she had imagined.

Velatha knew that her husband, King Vamir, was almost certainly dead or prisoner. He had been on the wall when the orcs had attacked. If the orcs were in the city, they had made it past him. And it was clear from the carnage that was unfolding that the orcs were sparing few, if any male elves. She knew he was likely dead.

But she did not have the time now to mourn her husband. If he was dead, it meant that she was now in charge of the kingdom. But there was nothing left of their kingdom. This city had been the last major city of the kingdom unconquered by the orcs. And they now had the city. Only the castle remained free from the orcs’ grasp. And Velatha knew that if the orcs had breached the city walls, they would breach the defenses of the castle in the city soon enough. They had hardly any defenders in the castle. The vast majority of soldiers had been on the wall of the city.

The orcs would take the castle. She would be enslaved. Her daughters, Neia and Jhilsara, would be enslaved. Every female elf in the city would be enslaved and every male would be killed. Velatha felt like she was about to throw up. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her head was spinning. She was filled with dread. Not for her own fate but that of her daughters.

“Your highness, we should retreat inside the castle,” a voice called behind her. It was Nyterian, an advisor to the king and queen. Velatha could see the orcs were getting closer to the castle. But she knew retreating inside would do nothing but delay her inevitable fate. They would take the castle; it was only a matter of time.

Still, she heeded the advice of her advisor and retreated inside. “Where are Neia and Jhilsara?” she asked him.

“They are in their tower. It is sealed off by their guards,” Nyterian replied.

Velatha knew her daughters had a few dozen guards. There were thousands of orcs overrunning the cities. Their guards would only delay her daughter’s fate a little. “Put every other soldier we have apart from my daughters’ guards on the castle walls,” she commanded. “Including my guards.” She knew their best defensive position was the castle walls. Her guards would be of better use there. But again, she knew that it would only delay the inevitable.

Nyterian nodded and departed to issue commands to carry out the Queen’s orders. Velatha returned inside the castle. She went to the throne room and sank down on her throne. She knew technically she should sit on her husband’s larger throne, that was to the left of her smaller throne. His throne was reserved for the head of the state. She was the head of the kingdom now, assuming her husband was dead or captured, which was a virtual certainty. But she sat instead on her own smaller throne, reserved for the spouse of the head of state. What did it matter where she sat, she thought. There was no more kingdom to rule.

Velatha wanted to retreat to her daughters. But she knew she needed to remain here to direct what remained of her subjects as they tried desperately to defend the castle. An effort she knew was doomed to fail. There was no escape. There had been underground tunnels that could be used to escape the castle and the city. But those had been collapsed with explosives after the orcs tried to use them to sneak into the city using them. That had been a great victory for the elves. But now they were facing a brutal reckoning from the orcs. A reckoning that Velatha knew would ultimately be inflicted on her. And her poor, innocent daughters.

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Grimnor marched through the streets of Kaalhone, watching as his orcs took the city. They had breached the walls several hours ago. Orcs had poured into the city to kill and enslave its subjects. Once they had breached the walls, the elves’ remaining defenses were weak, practically non-existent. The orcs were rampaging through the city with little resistance.

All around him, elves were being dragged from their homes. All of the male elves were slaughtered and the elf maidens were being stripped, ravaged, and bound or chained into coffles. The street was filled with orcs violently ravaging captive elf maidens. They were the spoils of war, and the orcs had waited many, many weeks to enjoy these particular spoils.

Grimnor watched as a pair of orcs thrust into the mouth and cunt of a stripped and bound elf maiden, who was lying on her back over a stone bench. She was splattered with cum all over her body; it was clear that these were not the first two orcs to ravage her. And they would not be the last, either. She better get used to it, Grimnor thought. This was now her purpose in life as orc chattel.

Though many of the orcs were enjoying the spoils of war, most were still hard at work. They were going from building to building to kill any male elves inside and to capture and strip the elf maidens. Other orcs were locking already-stripped elf maidens into slave coffles. He watched as a pair or orcs with whips lashed at one coffle of stripped, sobbing elf maidens as they were led away to the center of the city where the orcs were gathering their spoils. Grimnor enjoyed the sight of naked elf flesh marching down the street, locked in coffles, their delicate flesh striped with whip marks, and orc cum oozing from their swollen red cunts or anuses and down their thighs. This was now all elf maidens should look, Grimnor thought.

He watched as another coffle of elf maiden captives was led through the street. These elf maidens were younger, all children. Unlike the older eld maidens, these elf maidens were not fully stripped. They were allowed a few shreds of clothing to cover their intimate parts. And they did not show signs of being used sexually. They would be taken to camps to be trained as slaves but would not be available for sexual use until they reached maturity. Still, they were being whipped to keep them moving in the coffle. It was important that, even in their young age, they understand they were slaves now, and the whip would help to break and condition them to their new reality.

As Grimnor watched elf maidens being ravaged on the street or led away in coffles, his top general, Urzkhal, approached. He was on foot and must have dismounted his centaur. Grimnor knew that must mean that the last of the elves’ defenses must have been defeated. “We have crushed the last of the defenses in the city, save for the castle,” Urzkhal reported, confirming what Grimnor assumed. Grimnor looked at the castle in the distance, in the center of the vast city. “Bring in the siege weapons,” he ordered. “Take the castle.”

Urzkhal nodded and departed to carry out the War Chieftain’s orders.

Grimnor saw an elf maiden crawling through the street. She was naked and bloodied. He debated going over to ravage her himself. But he decided his orcs could have her. The first elf cunt he would fuck in this city would be the Queen’s.

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Velatha was alone in the throne room. Every able-bodied elf, apart from those guarding the princesses, was defending the castle walls. Those not capable of fighting, some of the elf maidens and most of the very young and very old of both sexes, had retreated to an underground chamber below the castle. Her daughters were still in their tower, their guards ready to defend them. Velatha had briefly returned to the wall herself to assist in the defense but Nyterian had insisted again that she stay back. They had already lost one monarch defending the city he had insisted. Velatha reluctantly heeded her advisor’s advice. Though she realized the notion was silly. If the orcs made it through the castle walls, what did it matter whether she was on the wall or in the throne room? She had no kingdom to rule. And they would seize her regardless. She would get to remain monarch for a few more moments until the orcs rampaged through the defenseless castle and seized her.

Her only rationale for heeding Nyterian’s advice was that if she died on the wall, it would thrust her eldest daughter Neia into the position of Queen. Velatha knew her daughters were already going to suffer horrible brutalities at the hands of these orcs when they made it through the castle’s defenses. But she had to assume that it would be even worse for Neia if she was also the head of the kingdom and not just a princess. Velatha would try to stay alive so that she would face whatever consequences the orc would inflict on the queen of the kingdom. It was the only thing she could do, to try to lessen slightly the brutalities that would be inflicted on her daughter.

For the past couple of hours, there had been loud crashing of iron and rock against stone. The orcs had brought advanced siege weapons into the city and were slowly bringing down the castle walls. It was how they had breached the walls of the city, Velatha surmised. And it was how they would breach the castle walls too. If the orcs had breached the city walls with its thousands of defenders, they would much more easily breach the castle walls with its hundreds of defenders, the vast majority of them not trained soldiers.

As Velatha sat in the throne room, suddenly the loud crashing of iron and rock against the stone walls stopped. And then she heard screams and the roar of orcs. She rose from the throne. A terrible dread spread through her. The orcs must have breached the castle walls! The sounds of orc roars grew louder. They were in the castle grounds! Velatha suddenly had the urge to go to her daughters. There was nothing more she could do here. She wanted one last moment with them, to hug them and hold them, before the orc nightmare descended on them. She ran for the door to the throne room.

But before Velatha reached it, the door came crashing open. Orcs began to pour into the throne room. Velatha screamed as they seized her. She failed wildly, trying in vain to fight off the orcs as they threw her to the ground. But they outnumbered her and each was vastly stronger than her. She was quickly pinned helplessly to the floor. Then she heard the ripping of fabric. Her gown was being cut from her body. Then her underclothes. She suddenly found herself naked.

Velatha was pulled up onto her knees. In front of an orc. She was staring down at the ground in front of her at a pair of boots. As her eyes trailed up, she realized she was looking at the orc war chieftain, Grimnor. He was holding her crown, which had fallen from her head when the orcs had captured and stripped her. He was looking down at her, grinning. “I told you, Queen, that the next time I saw you, I would fuck you as my slave. Your husband is dead. Your kingdom is defeated. And now, as I promised, you are my slave,” Grimnor said. His eyes trailed down her body and to her thighs which were pressed together. “When you kneel in front of orc Masters, you are to part your knees and spread your thighs, so your cunt is exposed.”

Velatha glared up at him and she defiantly pressed her thighs together even tighter. Though she was trying to defy this cruel orc, her heart was pounding in her chest. But the terror she felt was more for her daughters, still in their tower. And tears began pouring down her cheeks as Grimnor confirmed what she feared. Her husband was indeed dead. But through her anger and her fear, Velatha was determined to defy this vile orc that was the cause of all her misery. She kept her knees together.

Grimnor chuckled. “It seems my new slave does not yet understand what she is.” He turned to a pair of orcs. “Kurgab and Drak, string up this insolent slave to be whipped.” The first orc, Kurgab, nodded and stepped forward. He grabbed Velatha by her hair and yanked her up to her feet. Velatha cried out, grabbing the orc’s wrists and trying to wrench his hand free from her scalp but Kurgab’s grip was strong and he ignored her struggles as he began to drag her over to one side of the throne room. The other orc, Drak, fetched some rope and slung it over a rafter in the ceiling. Velatha was taken by Kurgab over to the rope and her wrists were pulled high above her head and bound with the rope. Her arms were new held high above her body.

Grimnor stepped over to Velatha and reached out and roughly groped her breast. With Velatha’s arms tied above her, she was helpless to shield her body. “When my slavers are done with you, you will be an eager little slut, just like your daughter Miriella,” Grimnor said. He turned and nodded to Kurgab and Drak, who both had unfurled whips. “Begin,” Grimnor commanded.

Kurgab moved behind Velatha while Drak stood in front of her. Suddenly, there was a loud crack of leather against flesh, and Velatha felt an explosion of searing pain across her back as Kurgab’s whip struck her. Her body lurched forward and she threw her head back and let out a sharp, pained scream. As she screamed, the whip struck her back again, causing her to scream even louder and thrash around in pain. Then another blow landed low on her right ass cheek, leaving it in scalding agony. Velatha abandoned all semblance of dignity and let out an agonized scream while she writhed around, her feet stamping on the floor. She tried to shield herself, turning her body so that her back and ass were faced away from Kurgab.

But that only angled her back towards Drak. Drak swung his whip and slashed Velatha’s back. She screamed again and turned, only for Kurgab to cruelly lash her ass again. No matter where Velatha angled her body, either Drak or Kurgab were able to whip her back and ass. Over and over, the pair of orcs whipped Velatha, until she was sobbing and begging them to stop. But they would not stop. They continued whipping her, causing the queen to writhe around and dance, screaming in pain. until her voice went hoarse. She was whipped dozens of times until her back and ass and backs of her thighs were left striped with red welts, some of them bleeding.

The orcs paused and turned to Grimnor. “Please, I do will what you want, just spare my daughters,” Velatha whimpered weakly.

Grimnor laughed and replied, “When we last met, you offered me a deal to spare your daughters before I took your city. I refused it then. Why would I accept it now? And besides, I do not bargain with slaves. I will do with you as I please, whether you want me to or not. As I will also do with your daughters.” He turned to Drak or Kurgab. “Continue,” he ordered.

Velatha let out a wail of dismay as Kurgab raised his whip. This time he aimed for her front, slashing his whip into her breasts, earning a renewed hoarse scream from Velatha. She bucked wildly as Kurgab took aim again, slashing her belly. The pair of orcs continued whipping her front side as she thrashed wildly and screamed, striping her breasts and stomach and the front of her thighs. When Grimnor finally raised his hand to stop them, Velatha was hanging limp from her wrists, sobbing uncontrollably.

Grimnor stepped over to her and grabbed her chin, pulling up her head so she was looking at his face. “What are you?” he growled.

“I am a slave,” Velatha whimpered weakly, defeat in her voice. She so desperately wanted to resist. But she could not bear to be whipped anymore. And she realized that her defiance was pointless. It only earned her pain, and for no benefit. She was at the mercy of these orcs and would be their slave whether she wanted it or not, and whether she admitted it or not.

“And what do you call me, slave?” Grimnor growled angrily.

“You are my Master,” Velatha whimpered.

“Do you submit, slut?” Grimnor growled.

“Yes, my Master,” Velatha whimpered.

“Good, slut.” Grimnor said. He released her chin and slid his hand down her body, tracing a pair of fingers down it, circling her breasts then sliding them down her belly and between her thighs. He cupped her sex with his hand and then plunged two of his fingers inside her, causing Velatha to grunt and squirm. “Hump my hand slave, until your cunt is nice and wet,” he ordered.

Humiliated, Velatha began gyrating her hips so that her pussy began sliding up and down on Grimnor’s fingers. Ever since the orcs had invaded her kingdom, Velatha had feared this day. But she was quickly learning that slavery to the orcs was more brutal, degrading, and humiliating than she had even imagined. Her humiliation grew after a couple minutes when her body began to react to the fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy and she felt herself beginning to grow wet. Grimnor smiled when he too felt the slickness of her pussy and the wet noises of his fingers plunging in and out of her began to sound through the throne room.

Grimnor pulled is fingers from Velatha’s sex. He held his fingers up to his nose and gave them a sniff, then licked them. “A fine, tasty little cunt you, have slave.” He pushed his fingers under her nose so she could smell her arousal. “You elf cunts pretend you so are so desperate to avoid slavery. You pretend it so much that you even convince your own minds of the lie. And yet your bodies quickly accept what your minds will not. At least at first. Soon your mind will also accept your fate as well. You elf cunts are meant for slavery. You are natural slaves. This is what you were meant to be.” Grimnor unsheathed his dagger from his belt and cut Velatha’s wrists free from the rope. She collapsed to the floor. Knowing what was expected for her she slowly got onto her knees, this time parting them wide so that her glistening cunt could be viewed by the orc that was now her Master.

“Collar this slut,” Grimnor ordered and an orc hurried over. He was holding an iron collar and he bent down and closed it around Velatha’s throat. It clicked shut and locked automatically. Grimnor began removing his clothing. “I have been eagerly waiting for this moment, my new slave,” he said. “On all fours, with your ass in the air. Present yourself to be fucked.”

Crying, Velatha got on her hands and knees. “Arch your back more. Present your ass. Spread your thighs wider,” Grimnor ordered. Velatha complied, humiliated at the way she was lewdly presenting herself to be ravaged by her orc captor. Velatha trembled as she glanced over her shoulder as Grimnor took position behind. “Ass higher and put your head down, slave” Grimnor sternly commanded.

Velatha turned back around and rested her head on her forearms. She continued trembling as she waited for Grimnor to give her what she knew would be the first of countless ravishments by these vile orcs.

Velatha felt something rubbing against her pussy lips. She knew it was Grimnor’s cock. She choked back a sob. She had only ever been intimate with her husband, King Vamir. Now she was about to be ravaged by the cruel orc that was responsible for the destruction of her kingdom and the murder of her husband.

Hands gripped her hips. Then suddenly Grimnor slammed his hips forward, driving his cock into her with one brutal thrust. Her mind swirled with a vertigo of pain, humiliation, and despair, and she cried out as his cock stabbed into her, painfully stretching her pussy around its massive thickness. Grimnor pulled back and slammed his hips forward again, brutally driving his cock into her once more. She could feel his cock batter her cervix. Grimnor’s massive cock filled her completely.

Grimnor began to thrust in and out of her, grunting loudly as he did. Velatha cried out with each thrust as her poor pussy was reamed and stretched by the orc’s massive cock. Grimnor’s thrusts were slow at first but then he gripped her hips harder and quickened his pace, pounding into her. Velatha’s cries grew louder, echoing through the throne room. Tears poured down Velatha’s cheeks as she was roughly taken and her poor pussy was stretched and violated by the fierce pounding from the orc that had now claimed her as a slave. Each brutal thrust drove home further that she was now a sex slave.

Grimnor pulled one hand from Velatha’s hips and reached forward, curling his hand in her hair and yanking her head up and back, hard. Grimnor than resumed his thrusting. With each thrust, he pulled out fully until the head of his cock was nudging inside her, and then slammed back inside her to the hilt, battering her cervix with the head of his cock. Grimnor settled into a fast rhythm, his hips snapping back and forth and clapping into her ass cheeks. Soon the throne room was once again filled with the sound of his grunts, Velatha’s cries and squeals, and the wet thwack of flesh on flesh. He continued holding her hair as reigns as he pounded into her.

With her head now yanked up from the floor, Velatha could see the other orcs in the throne room, surrounding her and Grimnor, watching as she was ravaged. Many of the orcs had disrobed and were slowly stroking their cocks. At first, Velatha assumed they were simply getting pleasure in watching her being ravaged. But then it dawned on her that they were getting themselves hard and maintaining their erections, in anticipation when they too would get a chance to fuck her. She realized her brutal defilement would not end when Grimnor was done with her.

Grimnor’s cock drove deep into her and then he roared as he climaxed, filling her womb with his seed. She could feel the cock throbbing inside her and feel his seed spraying the walls of her battered pussy. Grimnor released her hair and returned his hand to her hip as the spurts continued. When he finished cumming, he pulled back, his cock making a wet section noise as it departed from her slick channel. Velatha knew that much of the slickness was her own pussy and not the orc’s cum, and this shamed her. Her ravishment had hurt. But it also sent pleasurable ripples through her body. As the head of Grimnor’s cock popped out of her sore, ravaged pussy, Velatha felt Grimnor’s cum leaking from it and down her thigh.

“Kneel again, slut.,” Grimnor commanded. Velatha slowly picked herself up from all fours and turned her body and knelt at Grimnor’s feet. She started sorrowfully down between her parted thighs at her red, swollen sex, and the orc cum leaking from it.

“When an orc finishes fucking you, you are to use your mouth to clean off his cock,” Grimnor ordered. He pointed down to his softening cock, which was coated with cum and Velatha’s sex juices.

“Yes, Master,” Velatha whimpered, her voice trembling as she struggled to hold it together. She raised up on her knees and began to lick and suck Grimnor’s cock, tasting the orc’s cum and her own juices as she cleaned it with her mouth and tongue.

When the cock was clean and glistening with saliva, Grimnor pushed her head away. “Back on all fours, slut, and present yourself to be fucked,” he ordered.

Choking back a sob, Velatha once again returned to all fours with her ass raised and her thighs parted.

“Orcs!” Grimnor called to his orcs assembled in the throne room. “Enjoy the use of my slave. Her cunt and mouth are available for your use. But not her ass. Not yet, anyway. I will be the first to fuck that, in a little bit.” With Grimnor’s announcement, Velatha could not hold back. She began to sob as the orcs in the throne room closed in.

An orc crouched down in front of Velatha. “Please, no…” she whimpered, but her protest was cut off when the orc grabbed her hair and yanked her head up.

“Open your mouth, slut” the orc ordered. Velatha reluctantly parted her lips and the orc positioned his cock between her open lips and thrust forward, driving it into her mouth and into her throat, causing her to violently lurch. As the orc began to thrust, slowly driving his cock in and out of her mouth and throat, making her profusely gag, another orc settled behind her and she felt his cock begin to push inside her already sore pussy.

The orc with his cock in her mouth leaned forward and gave her ass cheek a hard smack. She cried out in pain; her ass was already quite tender from her whipping. “Open your mouth wider, slut! I don’t want to feel your teeth!” the orc growled. Drool began spilling down Velatha’s chin as she opened her mouth wide, and the orc continued pounding her throat.

The orc behind her had buried his cock inside her pussy and he too began thrusting. Velatha’s screams were muffled by the cock in her mouth as she was pounded from both ends.

The orcs thrust away until the one in her pussy climaxed, followed shortly by the one fucking her mouth. Velatha was forced to swallow the spurts of cum that filled her mouth. She was given no time to recover. The two orcs were immediately replaced by another set. All Velatha could was kneel there on all fours as her mouth and pussy were violated over and over. Every time an orc climaxed into her mouth or pussy, he was immediately replaced by a new orc. Tears poured down her cheeks as she was brutally fucked over and over and over.

It dawned on Velatha that by now, the orcs might very well have seized her daughters’ tower. They too might be suffering this brutal treatment. This only made he cry harder.

Grimnor saw the tears pouring down Velatha’s cheeks and he crouched down and stroked her cheek. “Worry not, slave. Your daughter Miriella had the same reaction at first. But now she is an obedient little slut, who craves getting fucked like this. She lives for it. Soon, you will too. As will your other daughters.” These words were no consolation for Velatha as the orcs continued ravaging the dethroned queen, now sex slave, over and over.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)