The Tale of Velatha: Part 5 – The Breaking and Conditioning of the Prized Slaves Begins

Mythaercia moaned as she woke to the shouts of orcs. Her whole body ached intensely. Her groin and ass felt like they were on fire. Her throat was sore and swollen, making it hard to swallow. All of her pain was the aftermath of the brutal and frenzied ravishments she had suffered after her capture and then in the throne room, which had lasted all day, the following night, and well into the next day, as the orcs celebrated their victory over Argothrond and the taking of Kaalhone in a violent orgy.

Finally, the orcs had stopped their violent orgy in the throne room, deciding to give the elf maidens in the throne room a little time to rest and recover. Most of the elves were too exhausted or sore to walk and so the orcs had carried or dragged them down to the castle’s underground dungeon. The musty dungeon had not been used for many centuries, but now it provided a convenient place for the orcs to keep the “prized slaves” that they were keeping in the castle.

Mythaercia barely remembered being taken down to the dungeon; she had barely been conscious. And as she awoke to the orc’s shouting, she had no idea how long she had been allowed to sleep. The dungeon was windowless, lit only dimly by torches and lanterns on the walls, so she had no idea what time of day it was. Mythaercia moaned in pain as she tried to sit up. She was locked in the slave yoke and her entire lower half was throbbing, making any movement difficult and painful. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the cell, she saw that it was filled with numerous elf maidens. She assumed there were many others in the adjoining cells. There had been a few dozen elf maidens forced to participate in the violent orgy in the throne room and she expected they were all down here. Inside the cell it reeked, a mixture of sweat and sex. The stench was no surprise after the ordeal they had all been through. Mythaercia could still feel cum oozing from her orifices and whole body was caked in dried cum and sweat.

Lying beside Mythaercia were Lilasae and Rhyciea. They too were slowly awakening as the orcs shouted at them. “Wake up, lazy sluts! It is time to start your day!” an orc shouted. As Mythaercia’s eyes adjusted further in the darkness, she saw a trough along the back wall of the cell. A few elf maidens had dipped their heads into it and were drinking. Mythaercia realized her throat was absolutely parched. Too weak to fully stand, Mythaercia shuffled over on her knees to the trough. With her wrists locked into the slave yoke she had difficulty lowering her head to the trough and eventually just fell forward against the trough and then leaned her face into it and thirstily gulped down water. Lilasae and Rhyciea soon joined her. Mythaercia was famished as well, and she realized she had not eaten anything since her capture, but the water at least quenched her thirst.

“You sluts reek!” an orc shouted. “Line up! We are going to have you smelly cunts bathed.” Mythaercia pulled her head away from the water trough. She tried to stand, but was unable. Her legs felt like jelly and with her wrists locked in the slave yoke, she could not use her arms to pick herself up. A pair of orcs had entered the cell and one then walked over to Mythaercia and hauled her to her feet. “Get up, you lazy slut,” he growled and he gave her a hard slap to her ass. He pulled Lilasae and Rhyciea to their feet as well, slapping their butts as he did. Another elf maiden had similarly been locked into a slave yoke and she too needed assistance from the orc. The others in the cell managed to pull themselves up. The slaves quickly formed a line and the orcs led them from their cell. Other orcs were leading the slaves out from the other cells and as the slaves formed a long line, Mythaercia looked around. She did not see Queen Velatha and the princesses and wondered where they were. She did not even know if they had ever been brought down to the dungeon with the others. The orcs started slashing at the line of slaves with whips to get them moving, and they began to escort them from the dungeon. Mythaercia jumped when she heard the crack of the leather and heard an elf maiden behind her cry out in pain and Mythaercia ignored her soreness and quickened her pace. She did not want to feel the painful sting of the whip.

The slaves were not taken above ground. They were taken through an underground tunnel to an area that Mythaercia did not recognize, a large open space. But it smelled of animal dung, and she realized this is where the castle must have kept some of its livestock. The livestock was gone, likely taken by the orcs, Mythaercia assumed. It then dawned on her that she and the other elf maidens were now the orcs’ livestock.

On one edge of the large room was a large pool of water, likely for the animals to drink. “In the water, you smelly cunts,” an orc barked, and the line of elf maidens moved towards the pool. When Mythaercia stepped into the water, she realized it was freezing cold. Thankfully the water did not even reach her knees. “Clean yourselves, especially your smelly cum-filled holes, so you are actually pleasant to fuck again,” an orc barked.

“What about the cunts with slave yokes?” a goblin called out.

“I will remove them so they can clean themselves,” an orc replied, but the goblin pointed over to Mythaercia, Lilasae, and Rhyciea.

“No need for these threes. Happy to clean the dirty sluts,” the goblin said. He waded into water. “Get over here sluts,” he growled to Mythaercia and the twins and he led them to the far side of the pool. “Stand here,” he growled pointing in front of him and Mythaercia, Lilasae, and Rhyciea stood where he commanded. Mythaercia looked above her and realized they were standing below some kind of spout and sure, enough, the goblin reached up and pulled a chain lever and a slot above the three elf maidens opened, sending a cascade of freezing water raining down on them.

The goblin let the water pour onto them for a few seconds before he pulled the chain again to stop the flow of the water. Mythaercia stood there in the cold water, her teeth chattering and her heart pounding in her chest. The goblin moved over to Mythaercia and he started rubbing his hand roughly over her flesh, dipping it into the water on occasion as he used his hand to scrub all over her. “Lower yourself onto your knees, slave,” he ordered and Mythaercia reluctantly lowered herself, so that that the water now rose to her chest. The goblin started roughly running his hand between her legs, roughly scraping it against her pussy which was already so swollen and raw. He then started doing the same between her ass cheeks. She realized that was the only “bathing” she was to get. Freezing water, no soap, and a goblin’s hand. But it was better than nothing and she hoped that it would at least wash away most of the cum and sweat that coated her.

The goblin finished and he repeated the process with Lilasae and Rhyciea. The other slaves without slave yokes were all allowed to wash themselves. And then the orcs ordered them from the water. They were not offered anything to dry themselves. Trembling and her teeth chattering, Mythaercia found herself in the line of slaves again as they were escorted from the livestock area.

They were taken above aground. Mythaercia saw sunlight and she realized it was daytime, though she knew not whether it was morning or afternoon. They were taken to a large room in the middle of the castle. It had once been filled with tables, and chairs but the furniture had been piled into a corner, leaving it an open space. “Here is where you will be trained, sluts,” an orc announced. “But first, time to for you to be fed.”

There were orcs on one side of the room holding large bowls. “Come over sluts and get your slave gruel,” an orc called out and the slaves, all of them famished, hurried over to the orcs. Mythaercia did not know what slave gruel was but she was too hungry to care. She moved over to one of the orcs holding a bowl, and Lilasae and Rhyciea followed her. The orc grinned as he looked down at the three slaves. Holding the bowl in one hand, he reached down with his other and fished his erect cock out from his pants.

“You have to earn you slave gruel, slaves. Worship my cock,” he commanded. Lilasae let out a soft sob. She was not ready to return to being sexually degraded and abused by the orcs. Mythaercia acted quickly, hoping that if she acted, she might spare the other two young elf maidens from further humiliation. Getting on her knees, she took the head of the orc’s cock into her mouth and then slid her mouth down the orc’s shaft. But the orc was not satisfied with having just one elf’s mouth on his cock. “You suck on the head of my cock and flick at it with your tongue,” he commanded Mythaercia. “And you two slide your tongues up and down my shaft,” he ordered the twins. Whether it was hunger or fear that drove them, Lilasae and Rhyciea quickly complied, leaning in and sliding their tongues along either side of the orc’s cock, as commanded, while Mythaercia took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck on it.

The orc grunted in pleasure as the three elf maidens used their mouths and tongues to give him pleasure. Mythaercia was humiliated as she tongued the head of the orc’s cock. But she was angrier that poor Lilasae and Rhyciea, so young and innocent, had been so brutally stripped of their innocence and were undergoing the same humiliation and abuse. But Mythaercia knew there was nothing she could do to help them, or herself.

“Suck on my balls sluts,” the orc ordered, Lilasae and Rhyciea. “And you, work my whole cock with your mouth,” he ordered Mythaercia. After Lilasae and Rhyciea lowered their mouths to each take one of the orc’s testicles into their mouths, Mythaercia’s head began to bob up and down as she slid her mouth and tongue along the orc’s cock. She ignored the pain as the orc’s cock pushed into the back of her throat, still swollen and sore from the abuse it had received in the throne room. And she fought back her own tears as she saw tears sliding down Lilasae’s and Rhyciea’s cheeks while they degraded and humiliated themselves.

Mythaercia continued working the orc’s cock with her mouth and tongue, slurping away, until the orc clenched up and groaned. He grabbed Mythaercia by the hair, yanking her head back so that his cock withdrew from her mouth and his cum spurted all over her face.

When he finished climaxing, he put his cock back in his pants. “Lick you slave’s sister’s face clean,” he ordered Lilasae and Rhyciea, and the twins leaned in to lick the cum off of Mythaercia’s face. As they did, Mythaercia looked around the room and saw that other elf maidens were similarly being made to lick or suck orc cock in order to earn their food. None of the elf maidens had been given anything to eat since their capture, aside from the orc cum pumped into their bellies, and all were complying in order to get fed.

After Mythaercia’s face was cleaned, the orc leaned down and placed the bowl down on the floor in front of him. He reached for a rung of keys attached to his belt and pulled it free. The orc grabbed Mythaercia’s forearm and slid the key into the keyhole of the slave yoke’s cuff around her wrist. With a click, it snapped open. The orc then freed her other wrist and then finally unlocked the yoke from around her throat. Mythaercia was finally free of the cruel slave yoke. “Eat,” the orc ordered. “When you eat, you will stay on all fours and keep your ass facing me. You will keep your ass raised high and lower your face into the bowl and eat like the animal you are. And you will keep your thighs parted so I and any other orc gets a nice view of your cunt while you eat.”

Mythaercia’s hunger trumped her humiliation and she quickly got on all fours, as commanded and pushed her face into the bowl. The contents of the bowl was a grayish, mushy substance, which she guessed was a mix of grains and what tasted like fish.  It was disgusting but she was too hungry to care.  A few moments later, Lilasae, free of her slave yoke, joined Mythaercia in the same position and ate. And then Rhyciea joined them too. Thankfully, the bowl was big enough to for all three elves to push their faces into it and eat. As she ate, Mythaercia heard Rhyciea let out a soft grunt. Mythaercia was too hungry to look up from the bowl. But then she guessed why Rhyciea had made the noise when she felt an orc’s hand slide in between her parted thighs and a pair of fingers pushed into her pussy. She too grunted and lurched forward. Her poor pussy was so sore from the brutal fucking she had received by countless orcs. But her hunger trumped her discomfort and humiliation and she kept eating as the orc’s finger began to pump in and out of her pussy.

“Eat up, elf cunts,” an orc called out. It was Agdug, who had just entered the dungeon. “You will need your strength for what is to come.”

Dread began to fill Mythaercia as she ate, wondering what new nightmare awaited them today.

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When Neia’s scream agonized rang out, it broke Velatha and she started to sob. Neia was strapped down with leather straps to the wooden bench but any part of her that could still move bucked and thrashed wildly against the straps as Agdug held the searing hot metal of the branding iron to Neia’s thigh. She was being branded.

After being ravaged over and over in the throne room for hours and hours, the orcs had finally given the elf maidens in it a break. While most of the slaves had been taken down to the underground dungeon, Velatha, Neia, and Jhilsara had been taken to the King’s and Queen’s bed chamber, which now served as Grimnor’s bed chamber, and they were crammed into a tiny cage at the foot of the bed. Velatha and her two daughters had quickly passed out. Sometime later, they had been dragged from the cage and shaken awake. They had been bathed in cold water and then immediately taken to be branded.

A pair of orcs, slaver apprentices working under Agdug, stood by watching, and Agdug explained the process as he branded the elven princess. “Because of their superior healing ability, you have to make the branding iron hotter and hold it to their flesh much longer than you would a human slave,” he explained. “About half a minute, to be safe.” Finally, he put the brand from Neia’s thigh and inspected the red seared flesh, in the symbol of an orcish dagger, that now marked her thigh.

Kneeling on the floor was Jhilsara. She was still crying from the pain; she had been branded moments earlier. As soon as Agdug pulled away the brand from Neia’s flesh, the two apprentices moved in and unstrapped her from the wooden bench and pulled her off of it. They dragged her over beside Jhilsara and dropped her onto the floor. “Kneel,” one of the orcs growled and Neia slowly picked herself up and knelt, as she had been taught, with her knees parted wide. She stared down sorrowfully at the fresh brand on her thigh. “Bring over the queen,” Agdug ordered and the pair of orcs went over to Velatha and grabbed her. Velatha offered no resistance and spoke not a word as she was dragged over to the wooden bench and the orcs began to strap her down. She didn’t care what happened to her at this point. She had just witnessed her daughters being branded like animals. She had seen and heard their agony and even smelled it as the smell of their scorched flesh filled the air.  She had no more fight in her.

Agdug had returned the branding iron to the coals to heat up again. But there was other work to do with the queen. He stepped over to her and used a key to remove the iron collar around her throat. He then locked a new gold collar around her throat. She was the great War Chieftain’s most prized slave and would be accordingly adorned. “The Chieftain requested his slave be pierced. A row of gold studs in each ear, rings in her nipples and a pair of rings in her clit,” he announced. The slaver apprentices began to fetch the tools they would need to pierce her. Velatha had not even heard Agdug; she was still focused on her poor daughters, kneeling lewdly on the ground with their legs parted wide, ugly red blistering brands marking their pale thighs. Nor did she react when the orcs began piercing her ears with a needle and placing studs in them, aside from making small winces each time the needle pierced her ear. When the orcs plunged needles into her nipples to pierce them, she jumped a little but still remained silent, remaining in her trance-like state as the images of her daughters being branded still burned through her mind. But when her clit was pierced, the pain woke her from her stupor and she threw her head back and cried out in pain, her hips bucking, as much as they could strapped to the bench. Her scream was even louder when the second ring piercing was added to her clit.

As his apprentices finished up piercing Velatha, Agdug checked the branding iron in the coals. It was sufficiently heated, glowing bright red. Without any ceremony, he lifted it from the coals and pressed it to her thigh. There was a loud sizzling sound as her flesh was scorched and blistered, a split second before the pain hit her. It was unlike any pain she had ever felt before, an intense, agonizing, searing burn. Velatha threw head back and screamed in agony, bucking wildly against her straps. It was by far the worst pain she had experienced in her life. Agdug held it against Velatha’s thigh for what seemed like an eternity, the pain only intensifying and travelling from her thigh in waves. Velatha screamed until her voice gave out. Even when Agdug finally pulled the iron away from her scorched flesh, the searing pain hardly relented. Agdug let her scream and thrash around for a few seconds before he unstrapped her and dragged her over to her daughters. “Kneel, slut,” he growled. Velatha collapsed to the floor beside her daughter and slowly picked herself up and kneeled. Agdug turned to his apprentices. “Bring in the other sluts be branded,” he ordered.

Velatha knelt on the ground sobbing along with her daughters. The orcs ignored them as they began preparing to brand the remaining elf chattel in the castle.

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In the elven kingdom of Senadorei, which bordered Argothrond, in its capitol city of Uynnor, word had arrived that Kaalhone had fallen. King Agandaur sat with his wife, Queen Rallientha, and his chief advisor, Nephinae.

“The entire city? None escaped” Rallientha asked, dread in her voice.

Nephinae nodded and she responded, speaking grimly. “The report we received indicates that no elves managed to flee the city. We expect that they will kill almost every male and enslave every female elf in the city.”

Agandaur shook his head. “We waited too long,” he said angrily. For weeks, Agandaur had tried to rally the other kingdoms to join in a united front and come to Argothrond’s aid. Many of the kingdoms had finally agreed, once it became clear that Argothrond was vastly outmatched by the orc threat and that any of their own kingdoms could be next. They now understood that unless they all united to fight the orcs, they would all face the same fate as Argothrond. But they were all dragging their feet to actually mobilize their forces. Agandaur suspected his was largely because Queen Thaconia of Alyoshara was dragging her feet. Alyoshara was the mightiest elven kingdom and the other kingdoms were hesitant to take on the orcs without Alyoshara’s might, lest it draw the orcs to attack them next. Indeed, the only kingdom to send military aid to Argothrond and to fight the orcs was Kahshara, and that was the only kingdom apart from Argothrond that the orcs were attacking. They all agreed to act together, but each kingdom was waiting for the others to act first.

But orcs were now amassing at the border between Argothrond and Senadorei. It seemed clear to Agandaur that his kingdom was the orcs’ next target. The orcs had sent messages to him that they were only amassing orcs at the border to keep elves from Argothrond from crossing the border into his kingdom. The orcs’ messages further stated and that they were only attacking Argothrond because Argothrond had attacked them first. But Agandaur knew that was a lie. It was the orcs who had raided Argothrond before the elves even understood that the orcs had infiltrated their world, and he had no reason to think that the orcs were being truthful and were not planning to attack his kingdom.

Agandaur knew his kingdom stood little chance without the other kingdoms’ help. Queen Thaconia had promised to send her armies to Agandaur but had yet to send a single soldier. “Send an urgent communique to Queen Thaconia that the time is now to fight back against the orcs and that we must move with haste,” Agandaur told Nephinae. “And send word to the other kingdoms as well.” He turned and looked at his wife Rallientha and thought of his daughter, Princess Kaliene. He could not imagine the brutal degradations that the orcs must be inflicting on the queen and princesses of Argothrond. Unless Alyoshara and the other kingdoms delivered their promises, he feared that his wife and daughter would fall victim to the orc horde next, along with every other elf in his kingdom

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Agdug and a handful of his assistants and slavers moved down the line of the “prized slaves,” as the orcs were referring to the prominent elf maidens and family members of prominent eves that the orcs were keeping in the castle. Agdug was personally overseeing their training. Now that they were all branded it was time to begin breaking, training, and conditioning them. He was teaching them slave positions and right now they were all in display position, standing straight with their legs parted, their breasts thrust out, and their hands locked behind their heads. His orcs were moving down the line and showing these elf sluts what the purpose of this position was. The orcs were intimately inspecting the slaves, groping, fondling, squeezing, pinching, prodding, poking, and rubbing their bodies, particularly their most intimate parts that now largely defined their worth as slaves. The orcs all held leather floggers and were slashing at the slaves any time they broke their positions or tried to pull away.

While his assistants worked with all of the prized slaves, Agdug was seeing personally to the training of Velatha and her two daughters. At that moment, he was standing in front of Velatha, roughly groping her breasts and pinching and tweaking her nipples. Velatha’s cheeks were reddened, her lip was trembling, and there were tears in her eyes, but she held her position as Agdug played with her breasts. He was pleased with how quickly her nipples stiffened when he tweaked them. He grinned as he took hold of the ring piercing in her left nipple, added earlier in the day. He suddenly twisted it hard, in a circle, causing, Velatha to cry out in pain and lurch forward as her nipple, still quite tender from being pierced, was cruelly twisted. “Hold your position, slut!” Agdug snarled and Velatha quickly returned into display position. Of course, Agdug had not expected she would be able to hold her position after he inflicted pain in her nipple. But part of conditioning slaves was to reinforce for them how helpless they were as slaves. Velatha would understand soon enough that she was completely at the mercy of her orc Masters and they would decide whether she experienced pleasure or pain.

Releasing her nipple, Agdug cupped her breast again before he slid his hand down her belly and between her thighs. As he cupped her sex, Velatha continued holding her position. As she did when he started to force a couple of fingers into her cunt. He began to slowly thrust his fingers, plunging them in and out of her sex. He could feel her starting to tremble harder and begin to squirm. And he was pleased when it was not long before he could feel her cunt starting to grow slick. Velatha could feel this as well, and her cheeks grew a darker shade of red. She closed her eyes. “Open your eyes and make eye contact with me, slut!” Agdug snapped and Velatha quickly opened her eyes. Agdug knew it would be more humiliating if she had to make eye contact with the orc as he fingered her. Agdug continued fingering the elven queen, pleased when the wet noises of his fingers plunging in and out of her slick cunt began to fill the room. Her cunt had grown slick quickly. A good sign for a slave. He withdrew his fingers from her cunt and wiped them off on her upper lip, so that she could smell her own arousal, to add to her shame and humiliation.

Then Agdug moved down the line to Jhilsara. She was trembling harder than her mother, clearly terrified. She was the younger of the two elf princesses and the more timid one, Agdug had already observed. But he would turn her from a timid princess into a wanton slut, in time. Agdug looked down at her and then slowly reached around her and squeezed her ass cheeks, enjoying how firm they were. She continued trembling but maintained her display position. Agdug released her ass and reached up to roughly grope her breasts. She squirmed and tears began to slide down her cheeks but still, she held her position. Her pert breasts were already striped from Agdug’s flogger, after she had broken an earlier position. She was a quick learner and did not wish to be lashed again.

Agdug slid his hand down and between Jhilsara’s legs, to her cunt. As he started to finger her, Jhilsara choked back a sob, but still she held her position. He continued plunging his fingers in and out of her cunt until it grew slick and then, as he did with her mother he wiped his fingers off on her lip, just below her nose so she could smell what a slut she was. And then he moved down the line to Neia.

Standing in position, Velatha did not dare turn her head to look as Agdug fondled and molested her daughters. She could only see them from the corner of her eyes but Jhilsara’s broken sob felt like a stab of a sword in Velatha’s heart. She wanted so dearly to help her daughters but there was nothing she could do. She could only stand there as this vile orc teased and molested and tormented her poor daughters.

Out of the corner of her eye, Velatha watched as Agdug groped Neia’s ass and breasts and then his hand slid between her thighs and he began to finger her. “Hump my hand slit, start moving your hips,” Agdug commanded Neia and she started to gyrate her hips, causing his fingers to plunge in and out of her sex more rapidly. “Look how wet your cunt is getting, and so fast. It seems your mother raised a submissive slut, not a noble princess,” Agdug remarked.

Velatha felt her cheeks burning hot. But she tried her best not to show any anger in her face. She had scowled once before when Agdug had demanded she spread her knees wider when kneeling to show off her slave cunt. Agdug had whipped her with his flogger for her scowl and then he had whipped Neia and Jhilsara too. Velatha learned then that any defiance earned not just a punishment for herself, but her daughters too. It was an effective way to make her compliant, Velatha admitted.

Agdug wiped his dinger on Neia’s upper lip and then he returned to Velatha and he thrust his fingers in front of her nose. “Smell what sluts your daughters are, slave,” he remarked. Velatha struggled not to scowl again at this disgusting, vile orc as he cruelly tormented her.

“Alright slaves,” Agdug called out to all the slaves in the room. “A new position. You will display your holes. When ordered to display your holes, you will turn so your back is to your orc Masters, you will bend over at the waist, and you will reach back with your hands and spread your ass cheeks, so that an orc Master can get a good view of your holes. Display your holes, now!” He turned to observed the line of slaves as they got into the new position ordered. Any elf maiden that hesitated for even a brief moment was lashed by an orc. Agdug was pleased that neither Velatha nor her daughters delayed. He stared at the row of royal assholes and cunt holes displayed for him.

Agdug reached down between Velatha’s parted ass cheeks and rubbed his hand up and down from her anus to her cunt. “When you were a queen did you ever imagine these holes would one day be owned by orcs, to use as they please?” he asked her. She did not respond but he had not expected a verbal response. He knew she would be thinking about what he said. He moved down the line to Jhilsara. He gave her ass cheek a hard slap, making her cry out. “Spread your cheeks more, slut. I want a good view of your holes:” he growled. Humiliated, Jhilsara pulled her ass cheeks further apart. Agdug reached down and started to push his finger into Jhilsara’s ass. Her ass was quite tender, understandably, from being reamed over and over by orcs. As soon as Agdug’s finger began to push into her ass, Jhilsara let out a tortured cry and lurched forward, standing straight and trying to shield her ass with her hands.

As Agdug angrily reached for his flogger, Velatha cried, “Please, she is in pain already, do not be so cruel!” Holding his flogger, Agdug turned and scowled at Velatha. Then he moved over to Neia, who was still bent over with her ass thrust out. Agdug raised his hand high and then brought his flogger down hard, across her ass cheeks. Neia howled in pain and fell from her position, trying to cover her now stinging ass with her hands. Agdug began raining blows down on her with the flogger, slashing her back, her breasts, her ass; she could not shield her body all at once and she was soon thrashing around wildly and screaming as the flogger bit into her flesh.

“Master, I am sorry!” Velatha wailed as she watched Neia being savagely whipped. “Please Master, I beg forgiveness! Whip me instead!” she wailed.

Finally, Agdug stopped. He turned to Velatha. “Hold your tongue, slave, or it will be your tongue that goes in your daughter’s ass and not my finger.” He returned to Jhilsara and brought his flogger down hard once, across her ass cheeks, earning a pained wail from her. “Now you will hold your position when I put my finger in your ass, or I will really make your ass hurt.” As he pushed his finger into her ass, Jhilsara let out a tortured whimper, but held her position. As he began to push his finger in and out of Jhilsara’s ass, Agdug turned and looked down at Neia. Who was still writhing around on the ground and sobbing. “Back in position, slut or I will whip you twice as hard,” he growled. Neia slowly picked herself up and stood up. She bent over, reaching back to spread her cheeks. Agdug pulled his finger from Jhilsara’s ass and moved over to Neia. As he pushed a finger into her ass, she managed to hold her position and hold mostly still. He was impressed with her progress.

And it was enough training for the day. He was starting to train all these slaves, but there was still a more important task at hand that had to be completed first. They had to be broken. “Alright sluts, line up to be taken to the throne room,” he yelled. He watched, pleased, as the slaves quickly lined up. Once in the throne room, they would be subject to a violent orgy again by the orcs in the castle. That is how they would end most days. They would be violently fucked over and over, into submission and obedience. The slavers escorted the slaves to the throne room and Agdug walked ahead of them, at a brisk pace, so that he could see Grimnor.

Inside the throne room, Grimnor was seated on the throne and the elf slave Fraetha was straddling him, bouncing up and don a she rode his cock, moaning and screaming loudly.

It was her reward for helping the orcs to identify all the prized slaves. And for a conditioned slave like Fraetha, the greatest reward was getting pounded by orc cock. Of course, all slaves were taught to moan and gasp and scream, like sluts. But as an experienced slaver, Agdug knew when it was an act and when it was genuine and he could tell that Fraetha was experiencing genuine ecstasy. Genuine bliss. She lived to serve orcs and be fucked by them.

“Training has gone well. But time to fuck them further into submission,” Agdug told Grimnor.

Grimnor grinned as he looked at Agdug over Fraetha’s shoulder. And he grinned even wider as the slaves filed into the throne room and began wailing and sobbing when they realized why they had been brought her as orcs swarmed and began dragging them down onto the floor to be fucked. Grimnor turned to Fraetha. “Hurry up and cum, slut,” he ordered her. He was not planning on cumming inside Fraetha tonight. He wanted to save his cum, to deposit into his new queen slave and her daughters.

Agdug watched, pleased, as the elf maidens were once again subjected to a violent orgy. He watched as the young redheaded twins were put on their hands and knees and pairs of orcs began fucking them from both ends. He moved past them the former Minister Mythaercia. She had yet to be selected for use by an orc. “On your knees, slut,” he growled to her and a terrified Mythaercia quickly fell to her knees, parted them widely. “Open your mouth, slut,” he growled and as soon as she did, he jammed his cock into her mouth and down her throat. He held the back of her threat and started fucking her throat, making her gag and lurch. 

 “Use your tongue to get my cock hard, so it is ready to go in your ass,”  Agdug called down to her as he pounded her throat. Agdug knew he had an important job, breaking these prized slaves and then rebuilding them into perfect slaves. But he thoroughly enjoyed his work.

(End of Part 5, to be continued...)