The Tale of Velatha: Part 3 – The Minister and the Twins

Mythaercia looked around fearfully, huddled in the mass of naked elf maidens that had been captured from the castle. They had been taken to a large courtyard in the castle and gathered there. Mythaercia was a Minister of Argothrond, in charge of the kingdom’s finances. Or she had been, before the kingdom fell and she was captured.  She understood that now she was just a slave.

Mythaercia was one of the many elves who had made a last stand trying to defend the castle. It had all been for naught. The castle had fallen. Mythaercia had watched as every male elf defending the castle walls was slaughtered and she and every female was thrown to the ground stripped, and ravaged. She been brutally fucked by several orcs when they had breached the walls. Then she and the other elf maidens were all herded into this courtyard. They were soon joined by the elf maidens that had retreated to the castle’s underground chamber. There were now several hundred elf maidens huddled in the courtyard. Some were ministers and other important officials from the kingdoms or their family members; others had been servants or staff of the castle. Now, regardless of their roles prior to the arrival of the orcs, they were all naked elf flesh huddled together, to be equally exploited and defiled by these cruel orcs, and equally terrified of what was in store for them.

Mythaercia kept her head down, hoping to stay unnoticed. She had good reason to do so.  As the elf maidens huddled in the courtyard, orcs were entering it to grab an elf maiden of their choice to fuck right there on the spot. All around her, throughout the courtyard, elf maidens were being brutally ravaged, many by more than one orc at the same time or ravaged over and over by numerous orcs. Thankfully, as of yet, Mythaercia had been spared. She could only pray her luck did not run out.

Mythaercia heard the gruff voice of an orc and she glanced up quickly to see an orc approaching, his eyes roaming and looking at the various elf maidens huddled around. As he drew close to Mythaercia, she put her head down again and began to tremble. She prayed he did not choose her. “This cunt will do,” the orc growled, and Mythaercia heard an elf maiden cry out. Mythaercia breathed a sigh of relief. She had not been selected. She glanced up and saw that the orc had grabbed a young blonde elf maiden hear her. Mythaercia did not recognize her. The blonde elf maiden started wailing as the orc threw her to the ground but as he climbed on top of her, he clamped his hand over her mouth to silence her. Mythaercia turned to look away as the orc settled in between the elf maiden’s legs and began thrusting into her.

Mythaercia started to move away, not wanting to be so close as the poor elf maiden was defiled. Not that there were many places she could retreat in the courtyard; all around her, other elf maidens were being similarly defiled. As she maneuvered around other huddled elf maidens, she heard a frightened voice, call to her. “Mythaercia, have you seen our mother or father?” Mythaercia turned to see two young redheaded elf maidens, Rhyciea and Lilasae. Rhyciea had asked her the questions. The two elf maidens were twins, the daughters of the elf Kadros, who had been a fellow Minister in the city, in charge of the kingdom’s trade, and his wife, Vivianysil. Mythaercia had been very close to Kadros and his family. She had seen Rhyciea and Lilasae grow up, and knew them well enough that she could distinguish between the two identical twins.

Mythaercia had witnessed both Kadros and Vivianysil killed at the wall. While Mythaercia was being stripped and bound, she had watched in horror as Kadros was chopped down by orc battle axes. She had also witnessed as Vivianysil had desperately tried to shield her husband and an orc had inadvertently struck with an axe, deep into her back, as he was trying to finish off her husband. The orcs had spent a nominal amount of time trying to save Vivianysil, remarking that she would make a pretty slave, but she had bled out and died.

The twins were young enough that Mythaercia knew they must have been hiding in the underground chamber below the castle, rather than on the wall trying to defend the castle. Mythaercia did not have the heart to tell Rhyciea and Lilasae that their parents were dead.

Mythaercia looked them over.  Apart from being naked, Rhyciea looked to be in relatively good condition. It did not look she had been defiled by the orcs yet. But Mythaercia could see some bruises on Lilasae’s arms and thighs. There were a few faint bite marks on her neck and breasts. And her inner thighs had smeared on them a reddish stain and some dried orc cum. She must have had her virginity and innocence taken away from her when the orcs had seized the underground chamber.

Mythaercia shook her head. “I have not seen your parents,” Mythaercia lied to Rhyciea and Lilasae. She did not think now was the time to burden them with terrible news that their parents were dead. The twins moved closer to her, likely seeking protection that Mythaercia knew she could not provide them. They were all helpless prisoners to the orcs.

Mythaercia heard an elf maiden yelling. “Fraetha, where are they taking me? Let me go!” the voice shouted, and Mythaercia turned to see an orc and a pair of goblins grabbing one of the elf maidens in the courtyard. The elf maiden the goblins and orc were grabbing was the Deputy Minister of State named Ilyeda. Standing beside the orc and goblins was another elf maiden and Mythaercia did a double take when she realized who it was. It was Fraetha, who had been a high-ranking diplomat from Argothrond but had disappeared while she attempted to travel to a neighboring kingdom to plead for aid. The capitol had assumed she had been captured by the orcs. And sure enough, here she was with the orcs, naked, collared and branded. 

 The orc began locking Ilyeda’s throat and wrists into a slave yoke.  “It will be OK, slave sister. You are a prominent elf maiden and a valuable prize for the orcs. You will serve and be fucked by the mightiest and most powerful orcs,” Fraetha said, her voice joyous, as if the fate she spelled out was a wonderful one. Mythaercia realized that Fraetha had once reported to Ilyeda. It now appeared that Fraetha had her mind broken through the orcs’ cruelty and was a willing and eager slave.

As Mythaercia watched, Fraetha started scanning the crowd of elf maidens in the courtyard. Her hand went up and she pointed at an elf maiden. “Masters, that is the King’s niece,” she announced. The goblins hurried over and grabbed the young blonde elf maiden that Fraetha had pointed to. Mythaercia saw that it was indeed the King’s young niece, Thelyssia. She started to cry as she too was locked into a slave yoke and then the orc and goblins began to drag Thelyssia and Ilyeda away.

Mythaercia realized that Fraetha was identifying for the orcs the prominent elf maidens in the courtyard and the orcs were dragging them away. Fraetha had lived in the capitol and as a high-ranking diplomat, she knew most of the prominent elves in the city. As this sunk in, Mythaercia realized with dread that she would almost certainly be identified by Fraetha; she was a Minister. She put her head down, her lip trembling.

But then she heard shouting behind her. “These two elf cunts look like twins. They will be fun to fuck together,” the gruff voice of an orc declared. Mythaercia spun around to find four orcs surrounding Rhyciea and Lilasae. The twins were on the ground, back-to-back, staring up in terror at the four orcs surrounding them.

“On all fours and present yourselves to be fucked, slaves,” one of the orcs growled.

“No, please,” Rhyciea whimpered.

“Now, slaves, or you will be whipped!” an orc shouted angrily.

Mythaercia watched, horrified. She had watched these young elf maidens grow up. Their parents had been her close friends. And now their parents were dead and unable to protect them. Without hesitating, Mythaercia moved into the circle of orcs and stood next to Rhyciea and Lilasae. “Please, Masters, please fuck me instead,” Mythaercia whimpered. She got on all fours, just as the orcs had commanded. The thought of being brutally fucked by orcs was a nightmare. But Mythaercia could not bear to see Rhyciea and Lilasae raped.

“See, these elf maidens are natural, slutty slaves. Look at how eager this one is to be fucked,” one of the orcs remarked as he crouched down and positioned himself behind Mythaercia. The orc grabbed her hips and Mythaercia closed her eyes and braced herself. “Part your legs wider, slut,” the orc growled and Mythaercia quickly complied. The orc drove his hips forward hard and buried his cock into her, and Mythaercia cried out in pain. As the orc started thrusting, she continued her cries, as another orc crouched down in front of her and grabbed her hair. “Open your mouth, slut,” he growled. and as soon as Mythaercia did, he forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat, cutting off her cries. Soon she was bouncing between the two orcs as they fucked her from both ends, gagging on the cock sliding in and out of her throat and wincing as the orc behind her drove his massive cock in and out of her pussy.

Mythaercia could no longer see anything save for the orc in front of her but she heard a sharp cry that she recognized coming from Rhyciea. “Nice, this one was a virgin,” an orc yelled out and Mythaercia realized that poor Rhyciea was being raped. And then there were more sharp cries creaming from Lilasae. Mythaercia had not saved them from being defiled by the orcs but she felt a little consolation that she had at least made it so that only one orc was forcing himself on the each of the two young eld maidens, as these two orcs were instead focusing their attention on her. But it was only a little consolation for Mythaercia as she continued getting roughly fucked from both ends beside the daughters of her slain friends, who were now her slave sisters.

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Grimnor smiled as he sat on the throne of the slain King Vamir while his warriors continued taking turns fucking Velatha. She was now not the only elf maiden slave on her hands and knees being fucked by orcs. On all fours beside her were two more slaves, an official in Vamir’s administration named Ilyeda and a niece of Vamir named Thelyssia. The orcs’ slave Fraetha had helped identify these two. Fraetha had been captured many months ago. Before her enslavement, she had been a diplomat based in Kaalhone. Now she was fully broken into slavery and obedient, and the orcs had brought her back to Kaalhone to help identify the prominent elf maidens that might make valuable chattel for the orcs. The orcs liked to tell all their slave girls that their pasts were irrelevant and that they were now all equally chattel and animals whose worth was defined only by how pleasurable their holes were to fuck. But in truth, slaves with prominent pasts and backgrounds were viewed as rarer and more exquisite, and therefore more valuable. Fraetha therefore had a very important role now that the orcs had seized the capitol of Argothrond.

Thelyssia and Ilyeda had been brought the throne room and put on their hands and knees beside Velatha to be fucked. Grimnor expected that soon enough, Fraetha would help the orcs identify more who would be brought to the throne room. He was collecting all of the officials and other prominent elf maidens from the castle as well as the wives and daughters of high-ranking male elves. These prized slaves would serve the orc leaders in this castle as the orcs celebrated their great victory and then he would have them broken and trained and then he would gift them to prominent allies and orcs who had fought well.

Grimnor was eager to fuck Velatha again, but he needed a little time to recover, after having fucked her cunt and then her ass a little earlier. For now, he would watch his new prize being used hard by these orcs, a process he knew would help to break her and turn her into an obedient, submissive slave, just as it had done for her daughter, Miriella.

As Grimnor watched Velatha and the two other slaves being pounded, an orc approached the throne. “Chieftain, Orgzul’s orcs report they have taken the princesses’ tower. They have been captured and are being ravaged. Should I have them brought down here to the throne room?”

Grimnor shook his head. “No, Orgzul and his orcs have fought valiantly for me. Let them have their fun with the princess cunts for a while. They can bring them down here after they have had their fun.”

The orc nodded and departed. Grimnor chuckled. Soon enough, Velatha and her two daughters would all be slave sisters on their knees at his feet. Perhaps he would send for Miriella to be brought here so the whole family could serve him together. Though he assumed that eventually, he would give away all the daughters to prominent orc allies. The princesses would make fine prizes and could be used to forge strong alliances. The queen was his real prize that would be one of the crown jewels of his harem.

A pair of goblins, along with the elf slave Fraetha, entered the throne room with an elf maiden locked into a slave yoke. Grimnor smiled, pleased. It had been a good decision to bring Fraetha to Kaalhone. She was now quite useful to the orcs. The goblins brought the elf maiden in the slave yoke straight over to Grimnor at the throne. “Master, this elf slut here is named Ameasa,” Fraetha reported. “She was the chief physician of Argothrond, in charge of all the doctors and physicians in the kingdom and the personal physician for the royal family.”

The goblins shoved her forward and Grimnor reached out to catch her by groping her ample breasts. He squeezed them. “A fine slut,” he observed. Then he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her down, forcing her to her knees. “You will suck my cock until it is hard so I can fuck your former queen’s ass again,” Grimnor announced and he stood up from the throne so that his cock was in front of her face. Teary-eyed and humiliated, Ameasa opened her mouth. Grimnor held the back of her head and thrust his cock into her mouth and down her throat. He continued to hold her head as he started roughly fucking her throat. The loud sounds of Ameasa gagging and lurching mixed with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh and orcs grunting as they fucked Velatha, Thelyssia, and Ilyeda.

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Mythaercia lay on the ground, exhausted and sore. Rhyciea and Lilasae were lying on either side of Mythaercia, their heads on her lap as she cradled them, trying to comfort and console them after they had been roughly ravaged. She was relieved that after the two orcs had finished with her, and the other two orcs had finished with Rhyciea and Lilasae, no other orcs had arrived to abuse them further. But Mythaercia knew it was only a temporary respite. They likely faced a lifetime of slavery to the orcs. By the way that the orcs had conquered Argothrond, ending with their sacking of Kaalhone, Mythaercia did not have much hope they would ever be liberated. What elven army could possibly stand up to the orc horde, she thought. They would live the remainder of their lives a sex slaves to these cruel orcs.

“Masters, that elf there is Mythaercia. She is a high-ranking official of the Argothrond, a minister,” a voice called. Mythaercia was looking down at Rhyciea and Lilasae but her head shot up in a panic. Standing in front of her was Fraetha and on either side of her were a pair of goblins and a pair of orcs. Fraetha was pointing at Mythaercia, but then she pointed at Rhyciea and Lilasae. “And those two are the daughters of Kadros, who was a male elf and another high ranking official of the kingdom.”

The orcs stepped forward. One grabbed Rhyciea and Lilasae by their arms and yanked them to their feet. The other grabbed Mythaercia and hauled her to her feet. “Let us go,” Mythaercia cried, dreading why the prominent orcs were being gathered. The orcs ignored her and they forced the three elf maidens onto their knees. The goblins stepped forward and locked slave yokes around the necks and wrists of all three. The elf maidens were hauled to their feet again. “It is time for you to meet the War Chieftain, the mightiest of our orc Masters,” Fraetha said, joy in her voice. The orcs began to drag the three elf maidens away, in the direction of the throne room.

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Inside the throne room, Grimnor was once again sitting on Vamir’s throne. The former chief physician Ameasa was on her knees in front of him, still working on his cock with her mouth. Grimnor was now allowing her to do all the work and she was gagging and drooling as she worked his cock with her mouth. Grimnor’s cock was now hard and he gripped her hair and pulled her head away. He did not want to ejaculate in her mouth. He had other plans for depositing his cum. “Someone take this slut and put her on all fours beside the others,” he called and orc hurried over.

“Noo!” Ameasa wailed as she was dragged off and she flailed wildly as she was put on her hands and knees beside the row of other slaves that were in the throne room. Soon her cries were cut off as orcs positioned on either end of her and began fucking her. Grimnor glanced down the row to Velatha who was herself sandwiched between two orcs that were pumping away. Now that he was hard, he decided he would have another go at her ass. But as he started to rise, the door to the throne room opened and some goblins entered with Fraetha and three slaves locked in slave yokes in tow.

Grimnor sat back down as the three slaves were presented to him. Fraetha hurried over to Grimnor’s side. “Greetings, Master, I brought three more fine elf cunts for you,” she purred. 

One of the goblins gestured towards Mythaercia. “This one was a Minister in the elf government, a very high official,” he announced.

He then pointed to Rhyciea and Lilasae. “And these two redheaded cunts are the twin daughters of another Minister, who is now slain, along with their mother, also slain.”

Mythaercia’s heart dropped. As much as Rhyciea and Lilasae had been through already; to learn this way that their parents were dead was unbearably cruel. Both twins started crying softly, and Mythaercia fought back her own tears.

Grimnor nodded, his eyes roaming up and down the naked flesh of the three elf maidens. He stood up. “Keep them here in front of my throne for now and have some fun with them. My cock is hard and needs relief in the Queen’s ass.” The pair of goblins eagerly pulled Rhyciea to the ground and other orcs goblins swarmed in to grab Mythaercia and Lilasae. Grimnor ignored their cries as they orcs and goblins began to ravage them. His focus was on Velatha’s ass, jutting out and facing him. An orc had just finished fucking her. She was available and Grimnor would have her. As soon as the latest orc ejaculated down her throat, he waived off any other orc. He wanted her to himself.

Velatha barely reacted when she felt Grimnor’s hands grip her hips. She had been ravaged so many times, she had long ago lost count. It was just another orc to violate her in her hazy mind. But when Grimnor spoke, she recognized his voice. “Shall I fuck my slave’s cunt or ass?” he said. Velatha had now experienced dozens or orc cocks in both of those orifices. She had quickly learned getting fucked in her ass was a much rougher and more painful ordeal.

“Please fuck my pussy, Master, she whimpered.

“Your what?” Grimnor growled.

“Please fuck my cunt, Master,” Velatha whimpered, correcting herself,

“Then convince me,” Grimnor commanded.

Velatha leaned forward, lowering her head to the floor and rising her ass and hips higher. She arched her back and spread her thighs wider. “Please Master, please fuck this slave’s cunt,” she whimpered. She was humiliated to present herself like this and beg, but she was desperate to avoid having another orc cock in her sore ass.

Grimnor smiled as she watched Velatha present herself to him. He could see her gaping pussy and asshole, rivulets of orc cum leaking from them. Her whole body was splattered with cum. Any semblance of dignity was gone from this once-proud queen. Grimnor had already decided to use her ass. But making her beg like this to be fucked in her cunt was a good way to condition and train her. He shifted forward and slid his cock in between her ass cheeks and against her anus. When Velatha felt his cock pressing against her anus, she let out a defeated whimper. Then she winced as his cock began to push inside her ass.

As Grimnor began to slowly push his cock into his queen slave’s ass, he noticed that it was sliding in much more easily this time. Her ass was much more stretched out and thoroughly lubricated with orc cum. Though her ass was stretched out and lubricated, it had been fucked quite raw, and Velatha let out a whimper from the painful, stinging burn as his cock forced its way deep into her ass. Grimnor began to thrust, driving his cock in and out of Velatha’s ass. He quickly picked up speed, one hand gripping her hip. He leaned forward and gripped her hair with his other hand, pushing her face harder into the floor as he pumped vigorously in and out of her ass.

“The best part of your elf cunts is how durable you are. We can pound you as hard and as many times as we want, and use you as brutally as we want, and you heal up so fast. Human cunts cannot take an orc pounding like you can. You were designed to be orc slaves,” Grimnor said as he continued pummeling her. “I am told your daughters are right now similarly experiencing this same pounding by orcs, learning what it is like to be a slave, just like you.”

These words broke Velatha fully and she started to sob as Grimnor continued fucking her ass in fast, long strokes. As he started fucking her more viciously, Velatha’s sobs turned into sharp cries, her shrill cries only egging him on more. Finally, after one last thrust, he groaned as his cock began spurting, sending cum deep into Velatha’s bowels. As he withdrew his cock from her battered asshole, Velatha collapsed onto the floor. But as Grimnor returned to the throne, orcs had already moved in to pull her onto her hands and knees again, ready to try out some elf queen cunt, ass, or mouth themselves. Within moments, Velatha was once again being roughly pounded from both ends.

As Grimnor sat down once again on the throne, he saw that the newest arrivals in the throne room, Rhyciea, Lilasae, Mythaercia were still in front of it, being raved by orcs and goblins. Grimnor waited for them to finish with the three slaves before he ordered them brought before him and put on their knees. He gazed at them, pleased to see them well-ravaged, cum dripping down their faces and thighs. All there were in shock, barely moving as they perched on their knees, staring down at the ground.

Fraetha again hurried over to his side. “Master, I hope you like these new slaves.” Grimnor continued gazing upon them and nodded. He looked at Rhyciea and Lilasae. “Two young redheaded twins, of high birth. They will make a fine gift to a well-deserved orc.”

Fraetha eagerly nodded. “Yes Master, they will indeed.”

Then Grimnor turned his attention to Mythaercia. “Free that one of her slave yoke,” he commanded, and one of the goblins hurried over and used a key to unlock the cuffs around her neck and wrists, freeing her of the yoke. “You, crawl over here,” he growled to Mythaercia. Mythaercia looked up from the ground and at Grimnor, fearfully. “Do not make me repeat a command,” Grimnor growled. Mythaercia fearfully crawled towards Grimnor until she was kneeling at his feet. Grimnor pointed at his cock. “Lick and suck it clean,” he growled. “And when an orc gives you a command, you reply ‘Yes, Master.’”

“Yes, Master,” Mythaercia whimpered and she got up on her knees, staring at Grimnor’s cock. She leaned in and took it into her mouth and began slurping, licking, and sucking. Grimnor placed his hand on the back of her head, holding it in place.

Grimnor was pleased. This captured minister was quite pretty and he could tell she was naturally skilled at sucking cock. “How does your queen’s ass taste?” Grimnor asked her in a mocking tone as he looked down at her.

“Pay attention slave sisters, you will have to do the same for orc Masters every day,” Fraetha called over to Rhyciea and Lilasae. They were watching but they eyes were glazed over; they were still very much in shock from their ordeal.

Grimnor glanced up at the twins. “Free them of their slave yokes and put them on their hands and knees with the others to be fucked.”

This command woke up Rhyciea and Lilasae from their state of shock. “No!” Rhyciea cried as orcs hurried over and unlocked their slave yokes. Lilasae began kicking and screaming as orcs dragged the twins over to the row of elf maidens, all on their hands and knees, all being ravaged from both ends by orcs.

“No! No! Please no!” Rhyciea cried over and over. Lilasae let out a shrill scream as an orc settled in behind her and took her from behind. Rhyciea joined her in screaming when she too was penetrated. But the cries of both elf maidens were cut off when orcs crouched down in front of them and forced their cocks into their mouths and throats. Now only loud gagging noises escape their mouths as their throats were pounded, mixing with the loud clap of flesh against flesh as orcs pounded them from behind.

On her knees, Mythaercia knew she was helpless to save Rhyciea and Lilasae as she continued licking and sucking Grimnor’s cock.

“Grimnor watched the row of slaves being ravaged. He was looking forward to the violent orgy the orcs would have over the next several days as they celebrated their sacking of Kaalhone and the conquering of Argothrond.

(End of Part 3, to be continued...)