The Tale of Velatha: Part 2 – The Princesses

Jhilsara was frozen, staring at the doorway that exited from her sister’s bed chamber to the hallway. She and Neia were in the bed chamber and their guards were outside. Jhilsara and Neia had been in there for hours, ever since their head guard, Immianthe, told them the orcs had breached the city. Earlier, from Neia’s windows, high up in a tower of the caste, they could see orcs rampaging through the city, but both elf maidens had shied away from the windows, unable to watch the unfolding horror. Both elf maidens were silent, filled with dread, understanding the implication of the orcs breaching the city walls, and the incredible danger they were now in.

Then, a few minutes prior, Immianthe opened the door and told them to put on their chastity belts and then bolt the door and barricade it behind her. They could hear the fear in Immianthe’s voice. Jhilsara feared the worse. She assumed that the orcs must have breached the castle. And sure enough, after a few minutes, they heard the sounds of shouting and the clash of steel. It was coming from right outside their room. Jhilsara assumed it must be in the stairwell that led up to Jhilsara’s and Neia’s tower. Only their guards stood between them and the orc threat. They had heard the sounds of fighting for the last several minutes as the princesses’ guards were trying to hold the orcs off. Jhilsara stared at the door, filled with terror, as she listened to the fighting.

“Jhilsara, come on, we need to blockade the door,” Neia shouted, snapping Jhilsara back into reality. She remembered Immianthe’s instructions. Neia had already stacked a couple of chairs in front of the door, and Jhilsara joined her older sister and they pushed a desk against the chairs. But as they did, they started to hear cries and screams. Coming from elves. It was their guards. The sounds of metal clashing against metal stopped. The battle must be over. The orcs must have won. Now both Neia and Jhilsara froze, petrified by the screams and cries of their guards. They jumped when something slammed into the door. Then there was another hard slam and they heard the crack of wood. The orcs must have gotten through their guards and were trying to break down the door.

There was another loud crack and the head of an axe burst through the wood of the door. Jhilsara screamed. “Hurry, we need to put more furniture in front of the door,” Neia cried. But as Jhilsara watched, another ax burst through the wood. The orcs were chopping down the door. Jhilsara turned to see what else they could use to blockade the door but her head spun back around again when she heard a louder noise. With an explosion of wood, the door splintered and collapsed. An orc burst into the room. Blocked by the furniture, he roared and began pushing at the stacked chairs, trying move them aside. Another orc entered and joined him. Jhilsara screamed in terror.

Neia charged forward, her dagger in hand. She lunged forward and started stabbing at the arm of one the orcs, who roared in rage and pain as the dagger sunk into the flesh of his arm. He pulled back. But the other orc managed to shove aside the chairs. He climbed over the desk and burst inside the room.

Now Neia screamed and she retreated to the back of the room, as did Jhilsara, as more orcs poured into the room. The orcs immediately charged towards the princesses. An orc reached Jhilsara first, grabbing her by the hair. She was holding her own dagger and she tried to stab the orc. The orc grabbed her wrist and twisted it until she cried out in pain and dropped the dagger. The orc slammed her to the floor. Stunned, she glanced up and saw Neia running towards the window. Neia opened it and began to climb onto the windowsill. Jhilsara’s eyes widened with horror, when she realized her older sister was planning to jump to her death rather than fall captive to the orcs. But as Neia readied to jump, an orc leapt forward and grabbed her by her hair and yanked her back inside. Neia wailed in dismay as she too was pinned to the ground.

Suddenly Jhilsara felt her gown pulled hard and heard the tearing of fabric. An orc was yanking her gown, tearing it from her body. Jhilsara cried out and flailed around in the grip of the orc holding her as her gown and underclothes were torn in shreds from her body by the other orc. Soon, she was naked, but when the orc ripping away her clothing saw the chastity belt locked around her hips, he growled in frustration. “This cunt has a chastity belt!” he growled.

“This other cunt does too!” another orc yelled and Jhilsara turned to see orcs standing over Neia, who was also stripped naked. “They must have keys in here somewhere to unlock them,” he added.

One of the orcs grabbed Jhilsara, pulled her up onto her feet, and shook her violently. “Where are the keys, slut?” he growled.

“We do not have a key,” Jhilsara cried. As she stared at the orc, she noticed he was wearing a necklace, and strung on it were numerous severed ears. Most were elf ears and many of them were dried and shriveled but a couple were bloody and look like they had been freshly cut from their victims that day. It was a ghastly sight.

Another orc dragged Neia over and thrust her in front of Jhilsara. He too had a necklace of severed ears and Jhilsara realized all of the orcs that had barged into Neia’s room did. The orc unsheathed his dagger and placed it at Neia’s throat. “Tell me where the keys are, or I slit your sister’s throat, princess” he growled to Jhilsara.

Jhilsara stared, horrified, at the blade at her older sister’s throat. “There is one key for both, hidden under the mattress,” Jhilsara cried, the threat to her sister making her cooperate instantly.

An orc moved over to Neia’s bed and lifted up the mattress, peering under it. Sure enough, there was a key, which Jhilsara knew worked on the locks for both belts. The orc chuckled. “Gullible slave,” he said. “Those royal cunts between your legs are too valuable for us to kill you so quickly. But if it’s any consolation, even without the key, it would have only delayed the inevitable for a little while.” He walked over to Neia and slipped the key into the lock of her chastity belt and twisted it. The lock popped open and the orc let out a pleased grunt as he pulled open the chastity belt and tossed it to the floor. The orc stepped over to Jhilsara and did the same, removing her chastity belt. Jhilsara began to sob, fearing what was coming next. Neia was more defiant and was thrashing around, angrily demanding that the orcs let them go.

“We will not be letting you go; you are slaves now and chattel; belonging to the orc horde,” a voice replied, and the orc who spoke the words stepped into the room. Jhilsara’s attention was immediately drawn to the orc’s necklace or, rather, necklaces. He actually wore two necklaces, each filled with numerous ears, most of them elven.  He had many more severed ears than any of the other orcs.

“Chieftain Orgzul, we have the princesses and as you just heard, it hasn’t sunk in for this one yet what she is now,” said one of the orcs in the room to Orgzul.

Orgzul walked straight over to Neia and grabbed her chin, holding up her head so he could examine her face. She glared back at him defiantly. Orgzul reached with his other hand and stroked her breasts, groping each one and lifting it, as though weighing it. He cupped her left breast and ran his thumb over her nipple, rubbing it. Neia thrashed around in the grip of the orc holding her and continued cursing at their orc captors. Orgzul ignored her protests. He released her left breast and pinched her other nipple, causing Neia to squeal. “Let us go, you vile orcs!” she cried angrily.

“I will make this one understands what she is now,” Orgzul growled, and he released her chin and her nipple. He started to undress and some of the orcs in the room cheered, knowing what was coming. Neia knew as well, and she started thrashing even more wildly but the orc holding her kept a tight grip on her as Orgzul undressed. He tossed all his clothes onto the floor, except for the necklaces, which he carefully removed and set down on top of the pile of clothes. Once fully undressed, he stepped back over to Neia and grabbed her by the hair. The other orc holding her let her go, giving her to Orgzul, who dragged her over to the bed and pushed her onto it. “Time to tame you, slut,” he growled as he got on top the bed and began to climb on top of her.

Jhilsara watched in horror as the orc settled on top of her sister. Neia was thrashing around and bucking, squealing, desperate to avoid being ravaged by the orc. The orc holding Jhilsara leaned in and said softly in her ear, “Watch and learn, slut, you will be next.”

Neia cried out and began thrashing around and bucking, trying desperately to fight Orgzul off. Orgzul ignored her as she punched and kicked and scratched at him, as he lay on top of her, his weight pushing her into the bed. Neia tried to clamp her thighs together and she balled up her hands into fists and began beating on Orgzul’s back. Orgzul continued ignoring her as she tried to fight him off and he reached down with his hands, grabbing her knees and pulling them wide and forcing her thighs apart. Orgzul settled in between her parted thighs. Once settled in between them, he grabbed her wrists and wrenched them up above her head and pushed them onto the bed. He used one hand to clamp down on her wrists, holding them in place while he reached with his other hand and forced it between her parted thighs. He pushed a couple fingers into her sex, and Neia suddenly stopped her thrashing, as her eyes widened in shock and horror as she felt his fingers push inside her.

“A virgin,” Orgzul declared. “I will fix that!” He pulled his hand from her sex and grabbed his already erect cock and began to line it up with her slit. As soon as Neia felt the head of Orgzul’s cock rubbing against her slit, she started thrashing around and bucking again. “Noo!” she wailed as she again tried desperately to fight off Orgzul but with her wrists pinned down and his weight pressed down on her, there was nothing she could do.

“Welcome to sex slavery, cunt,” Orgzul growled and he began to push his cock in between her labia. As Orgzul’s cock began to slide up inside her, Neia flew into a panic. She began crying out hysterically and thrashing around wildly, trying to move away from the cock that was pushing inside her, but it was to no avail. Orgzul grunted in pleasure as her tight cunt wrapped around the head of his cock as he slid inside her. He removed his hand from his cock and planted it in the bed beside her head, to give himself more leverage as he began to push his hips forward slowly. Neia’s eyes widened in panic and shock as she felt her pussy stretch around the orc’s thick cock. She closed her eyes and stopped her struggling and fell limp, as if she was surrendering to her fate. Orgzul continued grunting as he pushed himself inside her slowly. Then suddenly he thrust forward hard. Neia’s eyes shot open and she squealed as Orgzul’s cock fully impaled her and her virginity was torn away.

The orcs cheered and Jhilsara gasped as Orgzul stole away poor Neia’s innocence. Orgzul drove his hips forward until his cock was as fully embedded inside Neia. He groaned in pleasure, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt tightly wrapped around his cock. Neia was not enjoying the sensation like Orgzul did and she was wailing in dismay as the cock forced its way into her tight opening.

Orgzul released Neia’s wrists and placed that hand on the bed, on the other side of his head. Then he started to thrust, pushing his cock in and out of her tight sex. Neia’s head started shaking back and forth and she let out a shocked whine. Her feet, jutting out in the air on either side of Orgzul’s hips, began to flail and kick helplessly as Orgzul started fucking her. As Jhilsara watched helplessly, she began to fill with dread, knowing that this would be her fate soon enough.

Orgzul began thrusting harder and faster, his grunts and Neia’s cries growing louder and filling the room. As Orgzul began pounding away, he paused from his grunting to shout, “Good news, orcs, her cunt is already starting to juice up; she is a natural slave.” Then he started thrusting even harder, causing renewed squeals from Neia as he reamed and stretched her insides. The bed creaked loudly and the headboard began slamming into the wall as Orgzul savagely fucked Neia.

For several long minutes, Orgzul pounded the helpless, wailing princess. But then finally, Orgzul threw his head back as he climaxed, his cock sending spurt after spurt of his seed into Neia’s battered womb. When he finally stopped cumming, he collapsed onto of the princess and then he climbed off of her limp body. Neia lay there limp, crying softly, covered in sweat and with tears pouring down her face. Jhilsara could see the cum oozing from her gaping, swollen sex, mixed in with a little of her virginal blood.

“Have at her, orcs. Have at them both,” Orgzul declared as he strolled over to his discarded clothing and began to dress again. The orcs cheered and another one hurried over and grabbed Neia. She wailed as he pulled her off the edge off the bed and then bent her over the mattress, so that her feet were now on the floor, her ass was jutting up in the air, and her top half was limp over the bed.

Jhilsara watched, horrified as the new orc got behind Neia and prepared to fuck her. But then suddenly Jhilsara herself was being shoved forward. The orc that was holding her was pushing her towards the bed. “Nooo!” Jhilsara screamed as she too was bent over the bed. She reared up her leg and started kicking back at the orc, trying to fight him off as he wrenched her arms behind her back and pinned her against the mattress. She was now facing her sister, who was bent over the other side of the bed and she could see Neia lurching forward, a shocked look on her face, as a new orc thrust into her. But now Jhilsara was focused on her own plight. The orc behind her shouted “Stop your struggling, slave,” as she continued struggling and trying to fight him off. Jhilsara turned back and looked at the orc she saw he was now naked. She was desperate not to be fucked. She tried to kick the orc in the groin but he turned and her foot connected with his thigh instead. Still, this angered him. With his one hand still holding Jhilsara’s wrists behind her back, he drew his other hand back and then swung it, connected the palm of his hand with force to her left ass cheek, in a hard slap. The fierce sting stunned Jhilsara for a moment and she stopped her struggling. The orc swung his arm back and spanked her ass again, this time the other cheek. He started smacking her ass, over and over, until Jhilsara was sobbing and her poor ass cheeks stung with a fierce burn.

When the orc finally stopped, Jhilsara was gasping for air and sobbing loudly. The orc reached down and slapped at Jhilsara’s inner thighs. “Spread your legs, slave,” he ordered. “Unless you want to feel a whip across your ass instead of my hand.”

Sobbing in pain, and defeated, Jhilsara reluctantly complied and parted her legs. The orc slid his hand between her parted thighs and begin rubbing her slit. When he pushed his fingers insider her sex, Jhilsara let out a protesting squeal.

“Oh, your cunt is already starting to get wet, slut,” the orc remarked. “Which part aroused you? Watching your sister get fucked or having your ass beaten?” Jhilsara closed her eyes, humiliated, refusing to answer. None of this was arousing to her in the slightest; it was a nightmare.  The orc began to plunge his fingers in and out of her pussy, and Jhilsara began to squirm and tried to pull away but the orc held her pinned tightly against the bed.

After a couple minutes he pulled his fingers from her pussy. He leaned forward and put them in front of her face. She could see his fingers glistening with her juices. “See, you are a natural slave, just like all elf cunts,” the orc mocked her. “Now lick my fingers clean.” Jhilsara pressed her lips together refusing to do the disgusting act. “Lick them or I will beat your ass again!” the orc snarled. Humiliated, Jhilsara reluctantly opened her mouth and began to lick and suck on his fingers, wanting to throw up as she was forced to taste her own shameful arousal.

"Good little slave," the orc said, patting her head. “"Now it is time to reward you for being obedient, with a nice hard pounding by orc cock.”

“Nooo!” Jhilsara wailed as the orc settled behind her, still pinning her in a bent over position over the bed with her wrists held behind her back. The orc reached with his other hand and grabbed his erect cock and he began to slide it up and down Jhilsara’s slit. She started bucking, crying out, desperate to pull away, but the orc held her down firmly. Her struggles only grew more frantic when the orc began to push the head of his cock in between the folds of her pussy.

When she felt the orc’s cock begin to force its way inside her, Jhilsara threw her head back in a panic. “Please stop, please don’t!" she sobbed. The orc ignored her and began to push his cock inside her further. She felt her pussy lips spreading as the orc’s cock forced its way up between them. “Noo!” she cried. “Please nooo!” The orc continued to ignore her as his thick cock pushed inside her. She gasped in pain as her tight, virgin hole was forced to stretch further. The orc began to pump into her with slow, short strokes, each forcing its way inside her a little more. Jhilsara cried out, her back arching, her body trying to shift away from the orc as his cock continued to force its way inside her. She squirmed and thrashed frantically, then gave a sharp cry of pain and dismay as her virginity was torn away and the orc’s cock plunged in fully, impaling her. The orc withdrew his cock fully and then slammed into her again, earning a louder scream from Jhilsara. Her eyes were clamped shut, tears pouring down her cheeks and when she opened them again, she was looking at her sister who was also being reamed by an orc. The sisters made brief eye contact but then the orc released Jhilsara’s wrists and grabbed her scalp, pushing her face into the mattress and cutting off her vision as he began savagely pounding her, faster and faster, in and out, as deep as his cock would go.

“That is one tight elf cunt!” the orc exclaimed for his fellow orcs in the room as he hammered away into the young princess, thrusting his cock at a rapid pace in and out of her newly opened cunt. As Jhilsara was ravaged, she realized her innocence and virginity were forever gone, and that this brutality and degradation is what she would experience for the rest of her miserable life as a slave. So often she had woken up from nightmares about the plight of her poor sister Miriella and the other elf maidens from her kingdom taken by these cruel orcs. Now she too would live this terrible nightmare. The orc began thrusting even harder and faster, his hips slapping hard against her ass cheeks with bruising force, jarring her body. Jhilsara screamed, the noise muffled by the mattress her face was pushed into. The orc roared with pleasure as he pounded her furiously, gripping her hips hard as he used her cunt for his pleasure, driving in and out of her with all the force he could muster. The pain was intense at first as his thick cock painfully stretched and reamed her unprepared body. But eventually the pain began to dull a little as her pussy stretched more around the thrusting cock and began to grow slicker.

After a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity for Jhilsara, the orc roared again and his cock began throbbing, shooting his cum inside her. The orc stopped shuddering and shaking and he panted as he caught his breath, holding her hips still and letting his cock soften inside her. Finally, he withdrew from her ravaged body.

She lifted up her face from the mattress. Neia was being ravaged by yet another orc. She still had the stunned look of shock across her face. And then a pair of hands grabbed Jhilsara’s hips. Jhilsara let out a weak, distraught moan when she realized another orc was ready to have his turn with her body. She was too exhausted and weak to voice any further objection but as the orc’s cock began to push inside her, she let out a louder cry. She realized this orc’s cock was bigger than the first orc and she felt like she was being split in half as the orc forced his cock inside her, even with her pussy well lubricated from orc cum and her fluids after her first defilement. The orc grunted as he began thrusting, pounding in and out of her pussy with his thick cock. This time, Jhilsara pressed her face back into the mattress as she whimpered and squealed with each hard thrust.

After a few minutes the orc roared and Jhilsara felt his cock spurting more cum inside her. The orc pulled out of her and she wailed in dismay as another orc immediately positioned behind her and forced his cock into her sore, swollen sex. As that orc began driving his cock in and out of her, Jhilsara was starting to understand what it meant to be a sex slave. As she looked up at her sister, being pounded by yet another orc, Jhilsara realized that this was how both of them would spend the rest of their lives.

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Velatha was in a daze, almost a dreamlike state. Or rather a nightmare-like state. She was still on all fours being ravaged over and over by the orc warriors that had seized the castle. She had lost count of how many orcs had ravaged her. There was an endless line of orcs, all eager to fuck a queen. At any given time, she had one ravaging her from behind while another used her mouth.

It had sunk in for poor Velatha that slavery to the orcs was even a worst nightmare than what she had imagined. When she had first tried to negotiate with Grimnor, before orcs had seized the city, she had assumed by his words that if enslaved she would end up his personal slave, forced to serve the orc chieftain for the rest of the life and to be raped and degraded by him whenever he pleased. And indeed, he had claimed her as his slave and had been the first to ravage her. But the orc chieftain was “generous” to the orc warriors that served him and shared his toys. It was generous to the orcs at least. And an unbearable nightmare for Velatha. She would not be raped by just the orc chieftain and a few of his close friends.  It seemed countless orcs would get to rape her during her miserable lifetime of bondage.  With each thrust of an orc cock into her sore pussy or throat, she was starting to understand that to the orcs, she and the other elf maidens were just animals, to be used and exploited however they pleased. Or even worse, just a collection of holes to give the orcs pleasure.

And as she continued to be ravaged, the dread Velatha felt was not for herself. It was for her daughters. She had no idea if the orcs had seized her daughters’ tower in the castle yet. But she knew it was inevitable. If her daughters were not already experiencing this same nightmare, they soon would be.

An orc had just got done fucking Velatha from behind. She could feel that orc’s cum, plus the cum of the countless orcs before him, oozing from her ravaged pussy and down her thighs. Another orc was thrusting in and out of her mouth, driving his cock deep into her throat, causing her to gag and her throat to convulse around it. She could barely see the orc in front of her through her tears. Each time the orc withdrew his cock from her throat, Velatha tried to suck in air and then he would thrust forward again, driving his cock into the back of her throat and causing her to lurch, cough and gag again.

The orc held the back of her head as he thrust in and out of her throat and as he drove his cock into her throat again, he growled down at her, “Stick your tongue out and lick my balls, elf slut.” Velatha opened her mouth as wide as she could so that she could try to push her tongue out from under the base of the orc’s cock, and stick it out as far as she could and began to flick at the orc’s balls. Drool and orc cum spilled down her chic as she struggled to lick. She tried her best to breathe through her nose with her mouth and throat completely filled with orc cock.

As Velatha was doing this, she felt a slap on her ass. She was already learning what this meant. Another orc was positioning behind her she was expected to present herself to be fucked. Velatha raised her ass up and parted her legs. She was humiliated and dreaded the thought of having another orc cock stabbing into her sore, ravaged pussy. But she dared not disobey. She felt the hardness of an orc cock begin to push in between her labia, then filling and stretching her pussy. The orc in her mouth began thrusting again and soon both orcs were thrusting in unison, rocking her body back and forth between them. She was gagging again each time the orc cock drove his cock into her throat. She was starting to think having her pussy fucked was preferable to having her face fucked. But as the orc began savagely pounding her from behind at a frenzied pace, she realized it was equally as bad. The clapping sound of the orc’s hips slapping into the ass cheeks fills the throne room.

Several minutes passed while the pair of orcs roughly used Velatha for their pleasure. The orc fucking her mouth climaxed, groaning as he gripped Velatha’s head and shoving his cock in deep. Stream after stream of cum erupted from his cock, forcing Velatha to quickly swallow all of it. A few seconds later, the orc fucking Velatha from behind came and he rammed his cock in deep, letting his cum spew deep into her pussy. The orcs pulled out of her and within seconds, two more orcs took their place. The orc behind her, thrust into hard and the savage thrusts made her cry out. This in turn made her teeth scrape against the cock thrusting in her mouth, which earned her a hard slap against her cheek. She braced herself as the orc behind pulled back and then thrust hard again, impaling her. He picked up his speed and began pounding into her. The orc in front of her pushed his cock into her mouth again. Velatha closed her lips around it. Unlike the last orc, this one did not begin thrusting. Velatha realized he expected her to do the work. She did her best to bob her head, licking and sucking the orc’s cock.

These orcs used her body for their pleasure, like the pair before and the pair before that. The one fucking her from behind climaxed, dumping another load of cum into her that would leak out down her thighs and into the pool of cum forming on the floor below her. As expected, another orc settled in behind her. She tried to ready herself to be impaled again. The orc cock pushed inside her pussy slowly and then withdrew again. But then she panicked when she felt the cock slide up from her pussy lips and instead press against her anus. She felt a pair of hands grip her ass cheeks and spread them. Velatha let out a muffled scream into the cock shoved into her mouth when she realized what the orc intended. A voice behind her said, “My slave, it is time to try out your last hole.” She realized it was Grimnor.

He began to drive his hips forward, pushing his cock into her ass. Velatha screamed. She had never had anal sex before and her ass felt like it was on fire and being split as Grimnor’s cock forced its way into her bowels. The cum coating his cock from being pushed into her pussy providing some lubrication but it hardly diminished the pain. Nor did it diminish her humiliation and shame at all. Grimnor buried his cock fully into her ass and then he began thrusting, hard. The pain blossomed into an intense fire as her ass was reamed, each stroke causing more pain for the dethroned and defiled elven queen.

Grimnor was gripping Velatha’s hips as he pounded away but he lifted his right hand up and then brought it down hard on her ass cheek. She barely noticed the fierce sting; all of her focus was on the cock painfully stabbing into her bowels. As Grimnor continued pounding away, Velatha felt the cock in her mouth begin to twitch and then it exploded down her throat, forcing her to swallow another load of orc cum.

The orc withdrew his cock from her mouth and another readied to take his place, but Grimnor waved them off. “I want this slut to see the last of her subjects being led away, and I want them to see their queen and what she is now,” he said. Then he shouted, “Bring them through!” He reached forward and grabbed Velatha’s hair and yanked her head up so she could see what he was referring to.

A door opened and a couple orcs filed through. Following them were a line of stripped elf maidens, their wrists and necks locked into slave yokes which were chained together in a slave coffle. Velatha realized it was the elf maidens that had retreated to the underground chamber below the castle. Many in the coffle were young; those that had been sent to the underground chamber were those that were unable to fight and were mostly the young and very old. They were all stripped now and Velatha could see from their bruises and scratches on their bodies and the white slimy cum covering their faces and oozing down many of their thighs that many of them had been raped. The line of elf maidens was marched through the throne room. 

 All of them turned to see their queen on all fours, covered in dirt, sweat, and orc cum, being sodomized from behind by Grimnor. Velatha watched the procession of elf maidens with her sad, defeated eyes. She realized that none of the very old elf maidens were in the coffle. With dread it dawned on that they must have been killed, perhaps because the orcs did not find them useful as sex slaves. Nor were there any males, young or old. They too must have been killed. Velatha thought of Vamir. She had not even had time to mourn him before this trauma had been inflicted on her. The last of the elf maidens in the coffle filed through. And then another entered. These were the youngest of the elf maidens, young children. They had not been fully stripped and had been permitted shreds of clothing to cover their intimate areas. It did not appear they had been ravaged. Still their eyes were filled with terror as they filed through the throne room. They had surely witnessed the older elves being massacred or ravaged.

After they filed through, a third coffle was led into the chamber. It was four elf maidens, stripped naked. All had swollen bellies. They were pregnant. Velatha did not want to think about why the pregnant elf maidens had been segregated. And then one more coffle. It was a handful of elf maidens. Her daughters’ guards, with Immianthe in the front. It meant the orcs had taken her daughters’ tower. Velatha knew from the briefings by her husband’s advisors that these elf maidens, as soldiers, were likely on their way to a labor camp, an even more brutal existence than the fate of sex slavery that most faced. And Velatha began to sob again. Seeing her daughters’’ guards was confirmation that the orcs had her daughters and they too were likely being ravaged.

“The last subjects of your castle, all slaves like you,” Grimnor growled as he continued roughly fucking Velatha’s ass. “Except your daughters. They should be joining us soon, I am sure.” Then he roared and began to shake as his cock erupted, sending streams of cum into her ass. As Grimnor pulled out of her battered ass, Velatha collapsed into a pile on the ground. But Grimnor grabbed her by her hair and yanked he up onto her knees. “Lick it clean,” he ordered. He smiled as he watched the Queen of Argothrond begin to obediently lick and suck the cock that had just been buried in her ass. A symbol of his total victory over Argothrond.

(End of Part 2, to be continued...)