The Tale of Velatha: Part 6 – The Prized Slaves Learn to Juice

The prized slaves were lined up. It was a new day, now the afternoon, and the slaves had spent most of the day being trained and broken. But Agdug had them bathed and then brought back to him. The orcs had a victory feast planned for that evening, and the prized slaves would be serving. But first he had to get them prepared and he was ready to address them. The slave Fraetha was beside him, ready to assist.

“A slave to orcs is expected to always have a slick cunt, ready to be fucked by her masters,” Agdug told them. “You are sluts and a slut is always ready and eager to be fucked. In time, just your desperate craving to be fucked will be enough to ensure that your cunts are always nice and juicy. Let me demonstrate.” He turned to Fraetha and slid his hand down between her thighs and pushed two fingers into her pussy. She moaned loudly as soon his fingers penetrated her and her hips bucked. Agdug thrust his fingers in and out of Fraetha’s pussy a few times, causing her hips to buck harder. She started to shake and she moaned more loudly.

As Velatha watched Fraetha, she was horrified that the orcs had turned this once proud and dignified diplomat into a mindless, lust-filled slave. She thought of her daughter Miriella, taken many months before Fraetha had been, and she wondered if Miriella had similarly had her mind broken like this. And she dreaded the thought that eventually the same would be done to her and to her other daughters.

Agdug withdrew his fingers and held them up for the line of slaves to see. They were glistening with Fraetha’s creamy cunt juices. Still looking at Fraetha, he addressed her. “And if your cunt is not juicy, say because you have been doing hard labor or something else and your mind has been focused on something other than lustful thoughts, and an orc wants to fuck you and orders you to ‘juice,’ what do you do?”

“Master, I close my eyes and think of strong, powerful orcs and fantasize about them fucking me hard and it gets my cunt nice and slick in no time,” Fraetha replied.

Agdug turned to line of slaves to address them. “Soon enough, just the thought of serving and being fucked by powerful, dominant orcs will keep your cunts nice and juicy. But until you have been properly conditioned, if you are ordered to juice, you will be expected to pleasure yourselves to make your cunts nice and slick. And you will be expected to do it quickly. When an orc is ready to fuck you, he does not want to wait around. So, you will be quick about it. And I want you to practice juicing now. Begin fingering your cunts now,” he barked.

He looked down the line at the elf maidens. A few immediately thrust their hands between their parted thighs and began masturbating. Others delayed a few seconds, mustering the courage or suppressing their shame, but soon joined their slave sisters. A small handful delayed longer, horrified of the thought of lewdly pleasuring themselves in front of others. But Agdug only needed to unclip his flogger from his belt and unfurl it and then the remaining slaves quickly began to pleasure themselves.

Agdug moved down the line, observing them, and Fraetha followed him, also observing. Some of the slaves had reddened cheeks, ashamed and humiliated as they lewdly masturbated in front of Agdug and their fellow slaves. Others had looks of fear on their face, too scared not to obey Agdug’s command. And still others had resigned looks of defeat on their face, as it started to sink in even more for them that the rest of their lives would be spent obeying each and every command an orc gave them, no matter how humiliating it was, and being abused and degraded by orcs for orcs’ pleasure. None yet seemed to have looks of ecstasy on their faces as they pleasured themselves. But Agdug knew that would come in time for all of them. After they had been fully broken and conditioned.

On one end of the line was Velatha. She felt nothing but anguish. As humiliating as it was for her to masturbate like this in front of others, her concern was more for her poor daughters, Neia and Jhilsara, beside her, also lewdly pleasuring themselves. Velatha stared straight ahead, trying not to look at her daughters who were on either side of her, but she could see both from the corner of her eyes and could the sound of their hands frantically rubbing their slits, trying to get themselves quickly aroused as the orc slaver Agdug commanded them. Velatha tried to reason that at least this degradation was not as bad as so many other degradations they had suffered. But this was little consolation.

Agdug had moved down the line and was now at the opposite end from the queen and princesses. Fraetha followed him and stood behind him. “Alright sluts, you have had enough time. Your cunts better be nice and juicy,” Agdug announced. He stepped over to the first elf maiden, named Malirena. She was a young, pretty brunette, the daughter of a now-dead elf general. Malirena’s cheeks were reddened and her eyes were closed as she thrust a couple fingers in and out of her pussy. But as she sensed Agdug step in front of her, her eyes shot open and she looked at him fearfully. Holding his slave flogger with one hand, Agdug reached down with his other hand and grabbed Malirena’s wrist, pulling her hand away from her sex. He then reached down again and pushed a pair of fingers into her cunt. She grunted and flinched as his fingers pushed inside her. Agdug observed that her cunt was only just starting to moisten. Growling in anger, Agdug pulled his fingers from her and then swung his other arm, slashing his flogger into Malirena’s breasts, hard. She cried out in pain and then fell to her knees as Agdug slashed her again. And again. As he started raining blows down onto her, Malirena wailed in pain and curled into a ball, howling as the flogger bit into her flesh.

Seeing this, the other elf maiden began fingering themselves more frantically, trying to get their pussies aroused and slick, not wanting to share the same fate.

After a dozen or so lashes, Agdug stopped whipping Malirena. He handed his flogger to Fraetha and then turned and looked down at Malirena. “Pick yourself up and continue, slut. If your cunt isn’t dripping wet when I return to check again, your punishment will be even worse,” Agdug growled. And then he moved down the line to the next elf maiden, and Fraetha followed.

It was Thelyssia, who was King Vamir’s niece. Vamir smiled as he saw her frantically masturbating, desperate to avoid the same fate as Malirena. Agdug was pleased when he saw her glistening fingers and juices smeared down her inner thighs. He pulled her hand away from her cunt and pushed two of his own fingers inside her. They slid up into her slick cunt easily. He nodded. “Good, slut,” he complimented her.

“Good slut,” Fraetha said as she stood behind Agdug, repeating him.

Agdug withdrew his fingers, wiping hem on her upper lip under her nose so she would have to smell her arousal. “Open,” he commanded and Thelyssia opened her mouth. Agdug pushed his fingers into her mouth and he made her suck off the remaining juices that coated his fingers. Making this slave smell and taste her arousal would help strip away that dignity she likely still clung to, dignity that would need to be stripped away completely before she was molded into a perfect slave.

Agdug withdrew his fingers from Thelyssia’s mouth and wiped them in her hair to dry them and then he moved down the line to the next slave. Agdug plunged his fingers into her cunt and swirled them around, pleased that she was sufficiently wet. He repeated the same routine, smearing her juices on her upper lip under her nose and then making her lick and suck the remaining juices from his fingers. And then he was onto the next slave. His inspections continued. Most of the slaves either had sufficiently wet cunts that they avoided being whipped altogether, or were close and only earned a couple slashes across their tits or asses.

Agdug reached the kingdom’s former chief physician, Ameasa. She was pleasuring herself and Agdug pulled her hand away from her sex and pushed a pair of his fingers inside her and swirled them around. When he withdrew his fingers to inspect them, he frowned. They glistened with Ameasa’s fluids but not as much as he demanded. Agdug held out his other hand towards Fraetha, and she handed him back the flogger. “Please Master, I will do better…” Ameasa started to plead but Agdug swung the flogger and slashed it into her left breast, causing her to cry out. He slashed the other breast, even harder, but then he stopped after that slash and gave the flogger back to Fraetha. He wiped his fingers off on Ameasa’s upper lip. “Get that cunt dripping,” he growled, and he moved down the line to the next slave.

It was the former Deputy Minister of State, Ilyeda. She was frantically masturbating, desperate to avoid being whipped. But when Agdug pushed his fingers into her cunt, he found that she was also not wet enough to his liking. He held out his hand and Fraetha gave him the flogger. Agdug slashed each of Ilyeda’s tits causing her to wail in pain. Agdug pointed to Ameasa. “Go over to her and start kissing and fingering each other. If you are both not dripping wet like proper sluts when I get back to you, you will each receive 20 hard lashes.”

Ilyeda hurried over to Ameasa and the two elf maidens locked lips and began kissing. Ilyeda slid her hand in between Ameasa’s thighs and began fingering her, and Ameasa did the same to Ilyeda. Agdug chuckled as he watched the former Chief Physician and former deputy minister fingering and kissing each other, desperate to get each other nice and aroused and their cunts nice and slick, to avoid further punishment. Fraetha gave Ilyeda a hard slap on her ass and leaned in and said angrily, “I am disappointed in you, slave sister. I know you can be a much better lustful slut.” Before her capture and enslavement, Fraetha had been a diplomat and had reported to Ilyeda. Now, as the trained slave, Fraetha was the boss.

Agdug chuckled as he watched Fraetha and he moved down the line again, testing each of the elf maidens in the line. Most passed his test. They had the advantage of being on the far side of the line so they had more time to get their cunts nice and juicy.

When Agdug reached the twins, Rhyciea and Lilasae, standing side by side, he admired their forms as they each frantically pleasured themselves. He knew the pair would almost certainly be kept together and would go to a very lucky orc. Identical twins were a rare and valuable trait that made for exotic slaves. And very kinky possibilities. Agdug pushed his fingers inside Rhyciea’s pussy. It was sufficiently slick and Agdug withdrew his fingers and inspected them, seeing them shiny with Rhyciea’s juices, and he nodded in approval. Agdug decided to do something a little different and he wiped his fingers under Lilasae’s upper lip and then forced them in her mouth, so she would smell and taste her sister’s arousal. He knew that the orc that got them as a pair would almost certainly have them put on erotic shows together for his entertainment, so they had better get used to the smell and taste of each other’s cunts.

Agdug then thrust a pair of fingers inside Lilasae’s pussy to test her wetness. She let out a soft whimper and her cheeks reddened, but her cunt was sufficiently wet, which Agdug confirmed when he withdrew his fingers and inspected them. He wiped his fingers under Rhyciea’s nose and then ordered her to suck his fingers clean, giving her a smell and taste of her sister’s aroused cunt. She took the fingers into her mouth without hesitation and dutifully sucked them clean. He could see from the look on her face that she was disgusted and humiliated but fear kept her obedient.

Agdug withdrew his fingers from the slave’s mouth and moved down the line to the next slave, the former Minister, Mythaercia. She was towards the end of the line and as he pushed his into her cunt, he found it was wet. But as he withdrew his fingers to inspect him, they were not as coated with cunt juice as he wanted, especially given how much time she had to get her cunt nice and aroused. “Kneel to be whipped,” he growled angrily. Choking back a sob, Mythaercia slowly got into position, getting on her hands and knees and then pushing her face into the floor and raising her ass, so that both her back and ass were exposed and presented for punishment. Agdug took his flogger from Fraetha and then swung it hard, slashing it hard into Mythaercia’s ass. She cried out in pain, her ass swaying as she struggled to hold her position. Agdug struck her ass again, over and over, and then turned his attention to her back, slashing that with his whip as well.

When he finally finished painting Mythaercia’s back and ass with red welts, she was sobbing. He lifted his boot and pressed it to her side pushing her over so that she was on her back. He turned to Fraetha, handing back his flogger. “Use one of those twins to help this insolent slut get her cunt wet,” he commanded.

“Yes Master,” Fraetha replied and she stepped over to Rhyciea, grabbed her arm, and then led her over to Mythaercia and put her on her knees. “Lift up your hips and spread your legs to present your cunt, slave” Fraetha sternly commanded Mythaercia. Mythaercia did as commanded, looking sadly at Rhyciea, devastated that her own failure was causing more torment for the young elf maiden.

“You, lick her cunt. Do a good job and get her cunt nice and dripping or you will both suffer,” Fraetha commanded Rhyciea. Rhyciea leaned in and pushed her face in between Mythaercia’s parted thighs and began lapping at her sex. “If you were a proper slut like you are supposed to be, she wouldn’t have to do this,” Fraetha said to Mythaercia, scolding her.

Agdug had moved down the line, inspecting the last few slaves until he reached the last three, the princesses and queen. Neia was the first of the three. Agdug did not even have to stick his fingers into her cunt to see that she was sufficiently slick. Her thighs were smeared with her juices. But Agdug pushed his fingers into her cunt anyway, swirling them around inside her slippery, slick cunt. Her cunt was very warm and he could feel it twitching and pulsing around his fingers as they pushed inside her. She was making good progress and the slut inside her was being awoken. He withdrew his fingers, seeing his glistening fingers, and he grunted in approval. Agdug took his fingers and pushed them under Neia’s nose, sticking them in her nostrils. “Tell me slut, is that the smell of a virtuous, noble princess? Or is that the smell of a needy, submissive slut who was destined to be a slave?” he asked her.

Choking back a sob, her cheeks reddening, Neia whimpered, “A slave, Master.”

“That is right, slave,” Agdug replied as he wiped his fingers off on her face and moved down the line to Velatha. She was frantically fingering herself, a look of panic on her face. Agdug pulled her wrist away from her crotch and pushed his fingers into her pussy. He realized the reason for her panic. Her cunt was barely slick. Velatha’s heart was racing as she filled with dread. She had struggled to arouse herself. How could she? She was in a room, forced to watch some of her subjects, her own daughters included, being abused, humiliated, and degraded. The last thing on her mind was arousal.

Agdug growled in anger. “My flogger!” he growled. Fraetha was still supervising as Rhyciea was servicing Mythaercia with her tongue, but Fraetha rose to her feet and harried over to Agdug, handing over the flogger. “Agdug did not even order Velatha into the whipping position. He raised his hand and then swung the flogger hard, crashing it into her chest. Velatha let out a pained scry and then collapsed to the ground, as Agdug began raining blow after blow down on her with the flogger. Soon, she was thrashing around and screaming as she was savagely lashed. Agdug was whipping her harder than he had the others. It was good for the other slaves to see their Queen brutalized, to drive home how vulnerable all of them were. Plus, he needed to be sure he broke her and molded her into the perfect slave. She was the War Chieftain’s chattel, after all. “You are the slave of the War Chieftain!” Agdug snarled as he continued thrashing the wailing queen with the flogger. “Your cunt better always be slick and ready to be fucked.” After a few dozen hard lashes, Agdug stopped. He dropped the flogger for Fraetha to pick up and moved down to the last elf maiden in the line. It was Jhilsara. Fortunately for her, Agdug found her cunt was nice and slick when he pushed a pair of his fingers inside her. “Good slut,” he said calmly. He with his fingers, wiping them off on her lip and then he pointed to Velatha. “Go use your mouth and tongue and get your slave sister’s cunt nice and slick,” he commanded. Jhilsara’s eyes widened in horror. She slowly shook her head. “Please, no,” she whimpered. The slave sister she had been ordered to service with her mouth was her own mother.

“Please Master, I will get my own cunt wet, like a good slave,” Velatha cried out as she slowly picked herself off the ground.

Agdug looked between Velatha and Jhilsara as he held out his hand for Fraetha to give him the flogger. Then, flogger in hand, he walked over to Neia, who was still rubbing herself with her head down. Agdug circled behind her and swung his flogger, slashing it into her ass cheeks. Neia lurched forward and cried out, reaching back to grab her stinging ass. He swung it again, this time slicing it into her back, and Neia howled in pain. “When a slave is commanded to do something, she complies without hesitation and slaves do not try to talk their way out of service,” Agdug growled angrily to Velatha and Jhilsara.

Velatha and Jhilsara looked at each other. Velatha knew that they had a choice: defile and degrade themselves, or let poor Neia suffer the consequences for their defiance. It was not a choice. There was only one option. Velatha nodded slowly to Jhilsara as she picked herself up from the floor and stood up. Jhilsara dropped her head in shame and slowly moved over to stand in front of her mother and then lowered herself to her knees. She closed her eyes, disgusted at the thought of what she had been ordered to do, but knowing she had no choice. Jhilsara slowly leaned in and began tentatively lapping with her tongue at Velatha’s sex.

Agdug watched for a few moments and then he stepped forward and slashed his flogger into Jhilsara’s back. “Get your tongue in there and show some enthusiasm!” he snapped. He watched with satisfaction as Jhilsara pushed her face in deeper and pushed her tongue into Velatha’s slit and began fervently licking.

“You better suck on your slave sister’s clit if you want to ensure you get her cunt nice and dripping so you both avoid a whipping,” Agdug said and Jhilsara immediately raised her mouth and began to flick her tongue across Velatha’s clit.

Velatha stared down in horror as Jhilsara lapped at her sex. She wanted to throw up. Each day under captivity to the orcs had brought a new horror, and now having her own daughter lapping at her sex was a new low. She was disgusted and repulsed but as Jhilsara took Velatha’s now swollen clit onto her mouth and began to gently suck on it, Velatha felt her sex begin to tingle more intensely. Velatha’s body was reacting to the pleasurable sensation of Jhilsara’s mouth and tongue, despite the horror and revulsion she felt in her mind. Velatha began to squirm as the intensity of her arousal built as Jhilsara continued to lick and suck on her mother’s now swollen, aching clit.

Jhilsara herself also wanted to throw up as Velatha’s juices began to coat her tongue and the strong smell of her mother’s arousal overtook her. But Jhilsara’s back still stung from the flogger and she did not want to be whipped again, nor did she want poor Neia to be whipped, so she pushed aside her disgust and continued working her mother’s sex with her mouth and tongue.

Agdug watched as the daughter orally pleasured her mother. “Slave if you had done what you were asked, and gotten your own cunt nice and slick, then your slave sister here would not have to be doing this for you,” he angrily said to Velatha. He had repeated this reference to the pair as ‘slave sisters.’ For that is what they were now, not mother and daughter. And he knew that in time, they would see themselves more as slave sisters and not as mother and daughter, and would eagerly perform these acts with each other to keep their orc masters pleased and entertained. Once they saw themselves as animals, and not as proud elves, they would not find disgust in act like this. They would crave to perform, to keep their orc masters pleased.

Velatha began to squirm more as Jhilsara’s tongue alternated between sliding up and down her slit and then flicking at her clit. Velatha knew she had to make sure she was thoroughly aroused to ensure that she and her daughters were not whipped. Velatha bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the arousal and not think about its source. The tingle in her loins grew more intense and she could feel her pussy growing wetter as Jhilsara’s tongue continued its work.

“Open your eyes and watch,” Agdug growled at Jhilsara, knowing that this humiliation of seeing her daughter lap at her crotch would serve well to break both mother and daughter into slavery. Velatha reluctantly opened her eyes and looked down at Jhilsara, and saw her daughter’s lips and cheeks smeared with her sex juices. The two elf maidens made eye contact and Velatha saw the tears in her poor daughter’s eyes and redness of her cheeks from the shame and humiliation. She felt completely helpless to spare her daughter from this degradation, but knew it was necessary so that both of them, and Neia, might avoid more painful abuse.

Velatha listened to the wet, slurping noises as Jhilsara continued working her sex with her mouth and Velatha’s legs began to feel wobbly. Her hips bucked slightly, pressing her pussy against Jhilsara’s mouth. Despite the revulsion in Velatha’s mind, Jhilsara’s mouth and tongue were having their intended effect. At this point, Velatha knew that her pussy was quite slick and she prayed Agdug would let them stop. But he remained silent as he continued watching, and so Jhilsara kept licking, her tongue flicking rapidly at Velatha’s swollen clit.

Soon, Velatha was on the verge of climax. And then it hit her suddenly. Velatha’s pussy began clenching and spasming and she was hit with intense waves of pleasure as the strong orgasm shook her body. The surge of juices that exploded into Jhilsara’s mouth made Jhilsara pull back, horrified and disgusted, and Velatha could see her juices coating her daughter’s mouth and running down her chin. Velatha buried her face in her hands, humiliated and distraught.

“Both of you, start fingering yourselves again,” Agdug ordered. Jhilsara rose to her feet and got back in line and began masturbating again. Velatha lowered her hands from her face and began to pleasure herself once more.

Agdug because to move back up the line, checking the cunts of the elf maidens who had failed the test previously, to ensure they had all managed to get their cunts sufficiently wet. Agdug was pleased that all of them passed upon his second inspection. The slaves were progressing well in their conditioning.

And now it was time to send these slaves with their wet, aroused cunts off to the orcs’ celebratory feast and orgy, where the orcs would revel over their great victory over the elves of Argothrond and the subjugation of its elf maidens into sluts for the orc horde.

(End of Part 6, to be continued...)