The Tale of Velatha: Part 7 – The Feast

Velatha and the other prized slaves being kept in the castle were led to the banquet room. It is where the royal family of Argothrond held large state dinners and other functions. Now it was where the orcs were holding a feast to celebrate their victory over the kingdom and the sacking of Kaalhone. The elf slaves where here to serve the orcs during the feast. Seated around a large, long rectangular table were the orcs attending the feast. Grimnor was at the head of the table. And all around the table were the most prominent of orcs and goblins occupying the city, including the chieftains of the various orc clans that had participated in the invasion of Argothrond and high-ranking generals and other officers of the orcish armies.

Velatha was in the front of the line of slaves and as soon as she entered the banquet room, an orc slaver that was leading the slaves gestured for her to head to Grimnor. Neia was behind her and the slaver ordered her to head over to Grimnor’s top general Urzkhal, who was next to Grimnor. The orc slaver then directed Jhilsara, who was next in line, to head over to the goblin leader Vagrat, who was on the other side of Urzkhal. On the other side of Grimnor was the chieftain of the Ear Ripper Clan, Orgzul, and both of the twins, Rhyciea and Lilasae, were ordered to go to him. The orc slaver continued directing the slaves to go to the orcs at the table.

As soon as Velatha reached Grimnor, she whimpered softly, “Greetings, my Master,” as she knew was expected of her. Grimnor did not greet her back but reached out and grabbed her and lifted her up, pulling her onto his lap. His hand snaked around and squeezed her ass. The other slaves soon found themselves similarly pulled onto the laps of an orc or goblin.

Grimnor’s hand circled around Velatha’s hip and between her thighs and he pushed a pair of fingers into her sex. “Ah, your cunt is very hot and slick. Clearly you are eager to be fucked, my slave,” he said, grinning. “You truly are quite the slut; slavery was your destiny.” Of course Velatha’s pussy was in that state because the slaves had been forced to pleasure themselves and each other moments ago to “juice up.” But she dared not point that out to Grimnor.  Being called a slut was not as bad as being whipped for perceived defiance.

Velatha glanced around. Neia was perched on Urzkhal’s lap and he was largely ignoring her as he conversed with orcs at the table, though his hand was groping one of her breasts, his thumb running over her nipple. From her position, Velatha could not see under the table, but she could tell by the motion of Vagrat’s arm and the way that Jhilsara was squirming that the goblin was likely fingering or stroking her sex. And Orgzul had the twins on his lap, each straddling one of his legs, and he was gripping each by the hair as he inspected them.

Grimnor was addressing the orcs at the table, talking about the orcs’ great victory over the elves and how these slaves were the great trophies of that victory. But Velatha was barely listening. She was focused on her daughters. And her growing arousal as Grimnor’s fingers plunged in and out of her sex.

Grimnor wrapped up his address to the orcs. “I will talk about our plans for our continued invasion later. But first, we feast and celebrate! And for our first course, we have elf cunt!” Grimnor pulled his hand away from Velatha’s sex and he grabbed her hips with both hands and hoisted her onto the table. He pushed her down so she was lying on her back across the table and then he grabbed her knees and parted them wide. He pushed his face in between her parted thighs and pressed his mouth into her crotch. Grimnor began enthusiastically licking, sliding his tongue up and down her slit, eagerly slurping up the juices leaking from her pussy, Grimnor raked his tongue over Velatha’s folds for a minute before she pushed his tongue deep inside her slit, letting it slither inside her, to get at more of those tasty juices.

As soon as Grimnor put Velatha on the table and began licking her, the other orcs followed suit, putting their slaves onto the table and pushing their faces into between their parted thighs to lap at their sexes.

Grimnor grunted, enjoying the strong taste and scent of Velatha’s arousal as he eagerly slid his tongue up and down her slit, slurping up her juices as they leaked from her sex. Velatha closed her eyes, humiliated at the sensations that Grimnor’s tongue was causing deep in her loins. She felt an intense tingle which was turning into a more intense ache. Her face felt hot and she could feel her legs quivering. It had been humiliating when the slaver Agdug had forced Velatha’s own daughter to orally pleasure her. This felt like more of a betrayal and she was ashamed at her reaction. The orc that was responsible for enslaving and abusing her and her daughters, and so many other mothers and daughters in her kingdom, and for murdering her husband and so many other elves in the kingdom, was making her grow intensely aroused. Velatha squirmed, trying to ignore the sensations as Grimnor continued eagerly lapping at her folds with his tongue.

It was a losing battle. When Grimnor’s tongue brushed over Velatha’s clit, she felt an intense shiver down her back. She knew from the wet squishy sounds Grimnor’s tongue was making as it lapped at her sex that she was quite slick. Her pussy was throbbing. She knew she was on the verge of orgasm. She did not want to cum. She did not want to give Grimnor that satisfaction and reinforce his perverse view that she enjoyed this and that elf maidens were natural sluts who craved submission. And she did not want that release to symbolize her acceptance of what was happening to her. But as Grimnor felt Velatha’s thighs squeezing his head and felt her trembling and squirming, he increased his efforts, flicking rapidly at her clit with his tongue before plunging his tongue deep into her cunt to lap up the tasty juices that were flowing from it.

Velatha stopped trying to fight it. She knew it was useless. She bit her lip to stifle the small whimper that escape her mouth and raised up her hips, pressing her sex into Grimnor’s mouth as he lapped at it, Her pussy was throbbing and she knew she was on the brink of orgasm. Her hips begin to buck and she reached up and squeezed her breasts, and moaned softly. She turned her head and saw Neia and Jhilsara. Neia was on her back over the table with Urzkhal’s face buried between her thighs and lapping at her sex. Her eyes were clenched shut and her cheeks were deep red and her head was shaking back and forth as she squirmed around, trying to ignore her growing arousal. Jhilsara was beside her, in a similar position covering her face with her hands and squiriming as Vagrat lapped at her sex. Velatha could see her daughters were facing the same struggle she was, humiliated by their growing arousal.

Velatha turned her head away, unable to watch. She was now looking at Grimnor’s face between her parted thighs. He was alternating between thrusting and swirling his tongue, and nibbling at her folds with his lips. When he drew her engorged clit in between his lips and began to simultaneously lick and sick on it, Velatha’s thighs closed more tightly around his head and she threw her head back and gasped. Her hips began to buck harder, grinding her sex against the orc chieftain’s mouth. Grimnor began to flick his tongue against her clit even faster, and he sucked it between his lips even harder.

Velatha suddenly shuddered violently and then began to shake and convulse, and she cried out loudly as her pussy began spasming around Grimnor’s mouth. Grimnor’s mouth was filled with a surge of her juices and he eagerly slurped them up. When Velatha stopped orgasming, Grimnor pushed his tongue deep into her slit to lap up the last of her creamy juices. He pulled away his face then, licking his lips. Velatha closed her eyes, humiliated at what had just occurred.

As she lay there, she heard other gasps and moans and realized other elf maidens were reacting the same way as orcs and goblins orally pleasured them. She heard a muffled moan near her and realized it was Neia.

Velatha’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Grimnor rose from his seat and grabbed her hips, flipping her over onto her belly across the table. Then he pulled her up by the hips so she was on her knees with her face still pressed against the table and her ass raised. Grimnor tapped her inner thigh and Velatha knew knew what the signal meant and she parted her thighs, so that her pussy was presented to be fucked. A moment later, she felt Grimnor’s erect cock slide in between her swollen, wet pussy lips. Grimnor groaned as his cock slid into her tight, wet channel. He reached down and grabbed her scalp, yanking her head up and holding her hair as he began thrusting, driving his cock in and out of her pussy. Velatha was humiliated and ashamed at how good it felt.

As Grimnor fucked Velatha, the other orcs and goblins around the table began to follow suit. The room was soon filled with the sounds of orcs grunting and flesh slapping flesh. With her head held up, Velatha had a direct view of her daughters. Neia was on her back on the table, and Urzkhal was on top of her, thrusting away. Her feet kicked and flailed helplessly and she as was squealing as she was fucked. She could not tell if the squeals were from pleasure or pain or dismay.  Velatha found herself hoping that Neia was feeling pleasure rather than pain as she was fucked. The humiliation and shame of her body being aroused was better than pain, Velatha figured. Beside Neia, Jhilsara had been put on fours like Velatha had been and her eyes were clamped shut and her cheeks were a deep red as the goblin Vagrat fucked her from behind. Velatha figured from her cheeks that it was clear she was feeling humiliating arousal and not pain.

Velatha could not bear to watch but with Grimnor’s hand gripping her scalp tightly, she could not turn her head. She dared not close her eyes, lest she get slapped for it. All she could do was avert her eyes from her daughters and she looked in the other direction. This put the twins, Rhyciea and Lilasae, in her view. Rhyciea was on all fours and the orc chieftain Orgzul was fucking her from behind. Lilasae was on all fours in front of Rhyciea, and Orgzul was holding Rhyciea’s face and pressing her head forward so that her head was nestled in between Lilasae’s ass cheeks. Orgzul was making Rhyciea lick her sister’s pussy or ass, Velatha assumed, while Orgzul fucked her. Velatha realized there was nowhere she could look that she would not see some elf maiden being abused or defiled or degraded.

Grimnor groaned loudly and Velatha felt his cock throbbing inside her as he unleashed a loud of cum into her womb. When he finished, Grimnor gave a slap to her ass. “Turn around and clean my cock,” he ordered.

“Yes, my Master,” Velatha whimpered in response and she rotated her body so that she was facing Grimnor and she took his softening cock into her mouth and licked and sucked off the sex fluids.

When she was finished, Grimnor, pointed to the floor beside him. “Off the table, slut,” he ordered, and Velatha climbed off of it. “Go and start serving drinks,” he ordered, swatting her ass, and then pointing towards the kitchen that was connected to the large banquet room. Velatha hurried towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with elf slaves. Velatha noticed that many had relatively fresh brands on their thighs, like her own, and she assumed they were elf maidens that had been in the city and recently enslaved. Others had healed brands, now scars on their thighs, and Velatha assumed they had been elf maidens from other cities, towns, or villages in the kingdom and had been enslaved longer ago than those in the city. Velatha assumed that all of these slaves in the kitchen had been brought to the castle to help with the orcs’ feast. All of the slaves, new and old alike, were hard at work, preparing that feast. The smells inside the kitchen were delicious and Velatha felt her mouth watering. Since her capture and enslavement, all she had been permitted to eat was bland slave gruel, a mushy porridge of grains, scraps of meat or fish, and water. But the orcs were now dining on the stocks of food in the city, on the high-quality food she had once dined on as queen. It was yet another reminder that she was now a slave and these orcs were her masters.

There was an orc slaver overseeing the work in the kitchen and when Velatha entered he looked at her. “Master, I was ordered to fetch drinks,” she said to him and he nodded and pointed to the wall where there were wooden casks of ale. “Start filling mugs and bringing them out,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Velatha replied, and she hurried over to the casks. There was a stack of mugs on a table beside the casks and Velatha took a mug and filled it with ale from one of the casks. “Take one at a time and when you serve it you will hold it between your tits. Serve your owner first,” the orc ordered. Velatha took the mug of ale back out into the banquet room and over to the Grimnor. As she headed towards Grimnor, she could see that many of the orcs had finished or were wrapping up fucking the slaves. Neia and Jhilsara were both licking land sucking clean the cocks that had just been inside them. As Velatha stepped over to Grimnor, she saw Neia being dismissed to head to the kitchen. Soon, Jhilsara followed. And other elf maidens were likewise being sent to the kitchen.

Velatha’s attention was then back on Grimnor. She moved over and stood behind his right shoulder and lifted up the mug and placed in the valley between her breasts. “Your ale, my Master,” Velatha said and Grimnor turned, his eyes roaming down to Velatha’s breasts and the mug she held between them. He reached out, first groping her left breast and giving it a firm squeeze and running his thumb over her nipple. He pinched it, causing Velatha to jump and the ale in the mug to slosh around and spill onto her breasts and hands. Grimnor scowled as he rose his hand, debating to strike her, but he decided to be merciful and he took the mug from between her breasts and lifted it to his lips and to take a big swill of ale.

“Run along slut and serve the others,” Grimnor commanded Velatha, waving his hand dismissively, and Velatha turned and headed back to the kitchen. In the kitchen, some elf maidens were lined up to fetch mugs of ale. Others had been added to the slaves preparing the meal. Still others were handed trays and platters of food to take out to the banquet room. Velatha spotted Neia being handed a platter of roasted pork and then was sent out to the banquet room. Jhilsara was in front of Velatha, in the line to fetch mugs of ale. When Jhilsara filled a mug and turned to take it out to the banquet room, mother and daughter made brief eye contact. But Velatha said nothing to Jhilsara; she did not want to risk punishment if a slaver spotted them and perceived them as dawdling or chitchatting rather than serving.

When Velatha reached the front of the line, she fetched another mug of ale and then she went back out to the banquet. Other elf maidens were serving drinks like she had been, holding the mug between their breasts and Velatha moved over to the first orc she spotted that had not yet been served. “Your ale, Master,” she announced and the orc gave her breasts each a firm squeeze and then took the mug. Out of the corner of her eye, Velatha saw Jhilsara serving a mug to an orc, on the other side of the table. She was holding the mug between her breasts and an orc was reaching out to grope and squeeze both her breasts. She was standing there looking straight ahead, a blank look on her face. Velatha knew that, at this point, having her breasts groped would be hardly a noticeable for Jhilsara. She had undergone so much worse abuse in the past days since their enslavement.

Another orc seated at the table next to the orc that Jhilsara was serving was turned and looking at Jhilsara. At her ass specifically, and he was licking his lips. The orc suddenly reached out with his hands and spread her ass cheeks and then he tried to push a finger into her anus. As soon as his finger began to work its way into her ass, Jhilsara yelped and jumped, spilling the mug of ale she was holding onto the orc she was serving. The orc snarled and stood up, grabbing Jhilsara by the hair. “I am sorry Master,” Jhilsara cried, as the orc bent her over the table, his hand clutching her hair. He brought this other hand back and then gave her ass a hard smack, causing Jhilsara to yell out in pain. Then the orc smacked her ass again, and again, over and over. She was getting a very hard spanking for spilling the drink on the orc.

Velatha’s eyes teared up as she watched. She wanted to help her daughter but she knew there was nothing she could do. Trying to intervene would only earn Velatha a harsh punishment and likely a harsher punishment for Jhilsara. Velatha turned and headed back into the kitchen.

All of the orcs now had been served ale and so Velatha was sent out with a large platter of roasted vegetables. As she moved towards the table, she was relieved to see that Jhilsara was no longer being spanked. The orc that had beaten her ass was seated again and now Jhilsara was straddling him. He was holding her hips and bouncing her up and down on his cock. Velatha saw Jhilsara’s reddened, bruised ass, and she was glad that the orc was holding her by her hips and not what Velatha assumed were her very tender ass cheeks.

Velatha took the platter of vegetables to the table and set it down in an available spot in the center of the table. Other elf maidens were filling plates from the platters of food on the table and then putting the plates in front of the seated orcs. Velatha started to do the same, heaping food onto a plate, but then a voice rang out. “My slave, come over here.” Velatha recognized the voice. It was Grimnor. She turned and hurried over to the head of the table where Grimnor was seated. He had a plate of food in front of him and was eating. “Come suck my cock while I eat,” he ordered.

“Yes, my Master,” Velatha said softly and she got on her knees. He was seated at the table and so her only option was to crawl under the table. Grimnor had not put his pants back on; he was completely naked. As Velatha positioned herself in front of him, she heard wet slurping noises and she realized several other elf maidens were already under the table, servicing orcs. It was dimly lit under the table but Velatha could see the elf maiden nearest to her. It was Neia. Her head was bobbing up and down as she serviced the cock of some orc at the table with her mouth. Velatha tried to ignore this as she leaned down and took Grimnor’s cock into her mouth. Soon her head was bobbing up and down. Above her, she could hear the sounds of the festivities. Orcs were laughing and chatting and eating. She could hear Grimnor once again addressing the assembled orcs, thanking them for their fierce fighting and helping lead the orcs to victory “These elf cunts are a testament to your efforts!” he said as he gestured to the slaves serving them in the banquet. And then he grunted as he climaxed. Velatha felt Grimnor’s cock throbbing in her mouth and then her mouth was filled with his seed. She quickly swallowed all of it. When he stopped cumming, Grimnor allowed Velatha to suck the last bit of cum from the tip of his cock and then he reached down and grabbed her hair and pulled her head away. “Crawl around the table and beg orcs to allow you to suck their cocks,” he called down to her. And then he returned to his meal and his conversation with the orcs around him.

Humiliated, Velatha crawled along the table. The first orc already had a slave sucking his cock, specifically Neia. The next orc had an elf maiden on his lap and she was gyrating her hips as she slid up and down on his cock. But the next orc did not have any elf maiden servicing him. Velatha reached up and gently touched his arm, to draw his attention. The orc was eating and talking loudly with the other orcs around him but he paused and turned to look down at Velatha. “Please Master, this slave begs to suck your cock,” she whimpered. The orc smirked and nodded and then went back to his conversation. Velatha crawled under the table and took the orc’s cock into her mouth. Soon her head was bobbing up and down again. As she slurped away, she had a timid voice whimper, “Master, would you like me to suck your cock?” Velatha realized that Neia was also going around the table offering to orally service the orcs around it.

Grimnor began to speak. “Orcs, I hope you are enjoying the food and the drink and the elf cunt. It is a well-deserved reward after a hard-fought war. But the war is not over. We have defeated one elf kingdom in this world. But there are many more waiting to be conquered.” A few orcs cheered or pounded the table when Grimnor announced that there were more kingdoms to conquer. Grimnor continued. “We could of course stop or pause. We have many tens of thousands of new slaves. Probably hundreds of thousands. Slaves that are durable and that will live for many centuries. We have sent many to breeding camps, to produce us even more slaves. We could stop now. We have plenty of elf cunt. But we will not stop or pause! We are orcs! It is in our nature to conquer! Plus, as we have conquered more of the cities in this kingdom, our goblins have gathered very interesting information, including from the archives of various elf libraries, speaking of the history of this world. And we learned something very interesting indeed.”  Grimnor turned to Vagrat, signaling him to address those assembled.

Vagrat had Jhilsara on his lap and one hand was roughly groping her breasts and the other between her parted thighs, plunging a pair of fingers in and out of her sex.

But when Grimnor turned to him, the goblin pushed the princess slave off of his lap and stood up. He began to speak. “Orcs and goblins once lived on this world. Many tens of thousands of years ago. But tens of thousands of years ago, a war raged between elves and orcs and the elves got the upper hand. They slaughtered many orcs and goblins and they used their magic to open a portal, to Aegor, and they drove the remaining orcs and goblins from this world and through that portal into Aegor. This world here, this is the home world of our descendants. This was once our home. Stolen from us by the elves.”

Vagrat stopped speaking and Grimnor continued. “We shall take back this world, in its entirety, and avenge our ancestors,” Grimnor proclaimed, to more cheers and pounding of the table by the assembled orcs and goblins. “This world has vast resources, beyond just elf cunt! It shall all be ours! We shall hold domain over this entire world!” There were more loud cheers from the orcs at the table, which Velatha listened to as she was forced to swallow yet another load of orc cum.

As she was finishing with the orc, a had grabbed her hair and yanked her up to her feet. It was Grimnor. Without saying a word, he led her back to his seat at the front of the table and he placed her in front of him and bent her over. Velatha girded herself to be fucked again.

She was dismayed and let out a protesting sob when she felt his cock pressing against her anus. As humiliating as it was when she felt pleasure when her pussy was fucked, that humiliation was not nearly as bad as the pain and discomfort from having an orc cock in her ass. As Grimnor began to force his cock into Velatha’s ass, she looked straight ahead, through her tear-blurred eyes. She saw one of the twins, Rhyciea, placed on the table on her back. Then her husband’s former minister, Mythaercia was placed on all fours, straddling Rhyciea head to toe. “You better put on a show and enthusiastically lick your slave sister’s cunt or we will whip you and we will replace this one with your sister and you will lick her instead,” an orc growled to Rhyciea. Rhyciea immediately pushed her head up and began lapping at Mythaercia’s sex.

Mythaercia was ordered to do the same and she lowered her head, burying her face between Rhyciea’s thighs and began lapping at her sex. Velatha watched this perverse show, so she did not have to focus on the sight of Jhilsara straddling a new orc and bouncing up and down, riding his cock. Or think about Neia who was still under the servicing orc cocks with her mouth. Or poor Miriella who was somewhere in the orc’s world of Aegor, a broken sex slave. Velatha thought of Grimnor’s speech and she knew that soon enough, this would be the fate of every elf maiden in Elevosia.

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Velatha was so exhausted she felt like was barely conscious. It was the next day after the feast. The feast had gone through the night into the early morning hours and had ended with a rough, violent, orgy. Velatha had been fucked over and over and over by orc after orc. That early morning, the last of the orcs had finally gone to bed or passed out and Velatha and the other slaves had been allowed to sleep and try to recover.

But after only a couple hours, orc slaves had roused all the slaves to clean up after the feast. Then Velatha had been summoned to the throne room where Grimnor was waiting. Having slept later, he was recovered and ready to fuck again. Velatha hurried over to her Master so that he could use his hole of choice.

Thankfully, Grimnor chose her cunt. He fucked Velatha from a standing position, and she struggled in her exhausted state to keep one leg raised so that her pussy was presented, while Grimnor held her by the throat and roughly fucked her.

Velatha was quite sore from being fucked so many times during the feast and ensuing orgy. She winced each time Grimnor’s cock slammed into her swollen pussy. It hurt but her pussy was also beginning to warm and grow aroused. As her pussy quickly grew slick, the pain dulled. The wet sucking sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her wet channel mixed with his loud grunts. The humiliation from her body reacting this way was worse than the earlier pain.

As Grimnor fucked her from his standing position behind her, Velatha was bent forward slightly and leaning against another orc, Urzkhal. Urzkhal was slowly stroking his erect cock, readying to fuck Velatha as soon as Grimnor was done with her.

Urzkhal reached out with his other hand and began roughly squeezing Velatha’s breasts, running his thumb over her pierced nipples. Much to Velatha’s embarrassment, they quickly stiffened. Grimnor wrenched Velatha’s head around so she was looking at Urzkhal. “Isn’t my slave queen a fine fuck,” he remarked, and Urzkhal grinned and nodded. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to Velatha’s and gave her a rough kiss. Velatha parted her lips, allowing Urzkhal to push his tongue into her mouth. Velatha had no idea how he found any pleasure in this. Her mouth tasted sour from all of the orc cum she had been forced to swallow and all of the orc cocks and elf pussies and asses she had been forced to lick during the feast and orgy. But like most orcs, Urzkhal was not very squeamish about most things as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Grimnor bellowed and Velatha felt him tense up as he climaxed inside her. When he finished cumming, Urzkhal pulled his mouth away from her and released her breast. Velatha knew what was expected of her. She got on her knees and began to lick and suck Grimnor’s cock clean. When she was finished, Urzkhal growled down at her. “On all fours and present yourself to be fucked, slave.”

Velatha quickly got on her hands and knees and she braced herself as Urzkhal settled behind her. She felt his cock began to press against her anus. Her ass was even more sore than her pussy.

“Please Master, my ass is so sore, please fuck my cunt,” she whimpered. Urzkhal paused and the she felt him reposition his cock so that it was lined up with her sex instead, and then he drove his hips forward burying his cock inside her pussy. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust away rapidly. Velatha was glad Urzkhal had shown her the mercy and fucked her pussy instead of her ass. In her brief slavery, she had come to see Urzkhal as less cruel, comparatively speaking, than most of the orcs. He was by no means kind. She knew that to him she was just chattel, an animal to be used for his pleasure. But he was not as sadistic as the others, certainly less sadistic than Grimnor. And he had shown her this small act of mercy by choosing to fuck her pussy.

Grimnor watched and chuckled, amused that Urzkhal and relented to her begging him to fuck her cunt instead of her ass. “You coddle the slaves, Urzkhal,” he said. He waited and watched as Urzkhal fucked Velatha. As he watched, more orcs began to enter the throne room. They were Grimnor’s general and some of the prominent chieftains of the more powerful orc clans. It was time to start planning their next military campaign.

Urzkhal climaxed pretty quickly and after Velatha licked his cock clean, the orcs moved to a long table in the throne room and sat around it. “Up on the table and dance for us while we meet, slave.” Grimnor commanded Velatha.

Velatha gave him a humiliated look. “Dance? I am not sure how to dance in way you would like, Master.”

“Get up on the table and shake your tits and ass and play with your cunt, slut,” Grimnor growled, pointing to the far end of the table. Humiliated, Velatha got up onto the table. She started gyrating her hips and shaking her ass and tits, making them jiggle and she thrust her hand between her legs and began rubbing herself. Grimnor largely ignored her lewd performance as he began to speak, and the orcs made their plans. All of the other orcs also ignored her. They were focused on Grimnor or looking at a map of Elevosia that was in the center of the table. Velatha knew Grimnor just wanted to humiliate and degrade her by making her lewdly dance.

“When we began our invasion of Argothrond, we also launched small raids into the Kingdom of Kahshara,” Grimnor said, and Vagrat pointed to Kahshara on the map, which was to the west of Argothrond and was on the northwest border of the Great Forest. “We attacked them because they were the only kingdom that joined Argothrond in the war against us. We only launched small raids, just enough to keep them distracted and to scare away any other kingdoms from joining the war. The ploy worked. No other kingdom has yet to join in the war and attack us. And so, we will invade Kahshara next. We are hoping that if the elves will continue to think that they will be safe so long as they do not join in the war against us. We will send out communiques to the other kingdoms saying that Argothrond and Kahshara are being attacked because they attacked us first.”

“Kahshara is not very populated, compared to Argothrond,” Vagrat said. “But it has lots of farmland that we can use to grow crops to support the orc horde,” Vagrat said. “Kahshara will have plenty of slaves we can use to farm the land.” Vagrat then pointed to the kingdom south of Kahshara and which bordered the Great Forest to the west. “But THIS is where the most fertile land is. The Marish Plains in the Kingdom of Bromendier.”

“We will eventually sack that Kingdom. But we will hold off for now,” Grimnor said. “First we have to deal with them.” He pointed to the Kingdom of Senadorei, which was to the east of Argothrond and was bordering the northeast sliver of the Great Forest. “We have a lot of troops at the border between Argothrond and Senadorei. Kordoth’s Dread Tusk Clan is there doing the important work of keeping Argothrond elves from fleeing there.” A few of the orcs at the table chuckled. Kordoth was a rival of Grimnor and his failed power grab had resulted in him being related to the inglorious task of guarding that border. And as serving as a distraction. Thousands of elven troops from other kingdoms had poured into Senadorei; the presence of thousands of orcs at the border had convinced the other elf kingdoms that Senadorei was the next kingdom the orcs were targeting. It appeared the elves were not yet ready to attack the orcs but had amassed their armies to take on the orcs if the orcs attacked Senadorei. Or perhaps the elves were finally ready to launch an offensive against the orcs from Senadorei. Grimnor looked to Vagrat. “Have most of the elf kingdoms sent armies there?”

Vagrat nodded. “Most of the biggest ones but one kingdom is dragging its feet curiously.” He pointed to Alyoshara, to the east of Senadorei. It was the largest and most powerful of the elven kingdoms. “Their delay is to our benefit. So long as they hold back, we think we can concentrate on Kahshara without having to worry about an attack coming from the east. Our spies say that the elves will not attack us unless Alyoshara mobilizes and joins the fray.”

“And if the attack comes, it will be the Dread Tusk Clan that suffers the brunt of it,” Grimnor said, clearly not too concerned that his rival’s clan might suffer heavy losses.

Vagrat pointed on the map to the kingdom to the south of Senadorei, Thelnehone, and the kingdom to the north of Senadorei, Onnathyr. “These two kingdoms have sent many thousands of troops into Senadorei, however.”

Grimnor nodded. “Then we will keep Senadorei distracted with Kordoth’s troops and start moving more of our forces east,” he said. “Meanwhile, we will allow Rimek Keensnarl of the Iron Claw Clan to lead the invasion into Kahshara, from the Great Forest to the southeast. His clan has been doing a good job of raiding that kingdom to keep them distracted from sending their armies into Argothrond, and he deserves some glory by leading a full invasion. We will have more orcs pouring in from the portal and those clans will join him,” Grimnor said.

The orcs had a strategy. They started planning out the details while Velatha continued shaking her tits and ass and lewdly rubbing her pussy on the far end of the table. When the orcs finally finished, they got up to depart. Grimnor beckoned the elf slave, Fraetha. He handed her his whip and pointed to Velatha. “Teach this one to dance properly, and use this to keep her motivated. I am going to retire to my bed chambers and fuck her daughters.”

As Grimnor departed the throne room, he smiled when he heard the loud crack of leather against flesh and Velatha’s pained cry.

…………….

King Aquilan of Kahshara was in the throne room of his castle, meeting with his wife, Queen Felaenya. They were discussing what do now that Argothrond had fallen. Aquilan was convinced, as were most of the elven kingdoms, that the orcs were attacking Senadorei next. Though the orcs had launched small skirmishes into Kahshara, it was now massing troops at the border between Argothrond and Senadorei. Senadorei was geographically smaller kingdom than Kahshara, but much more populated, and it was clear the orcs main objective was to capture slaves. Much of Kahshara was plains and farmland. Senadorei seemed the more attractive target for the orcs, and it made sense they were amassing troops at its border.

But Felaenya was not convinced. “Are you willing to risk our son’s life that the orcs will not attack us next? Are you willing to risk the lives and freedom of all the elves of our kingdom? You must plead that the other kingdoms send their armies here,” Felaenya said.

“Do you not think I have been pleading for support, since the orcs first starting raiding our kingdom?” Aquilan responded. “We have sent repeated communiques pleading for aid. Until recently, none of the other kingdoms wanted to risk entering the fray. Now they have but they are amassing their armies in Senadorei. I will continue sending requests that they also send forces to our kingdom, but there is nothing beyond that I can do.”

Felaenya frowned and nodded. She knew there was nothing much more that they could do. But she was also not convinced at all that the orcs would focus their ire on Senadorei and not attack Kahshara next.

Suddenly, they heard crying in the other room. Aquilan rolled his eyes. They knew it was their son, Prince Taladiir. He was a young man but still acted like a child in many respects. Felaenya rose to her feet and headed to the next room.

In the adjoining room, Prince Taladiir was with his young wife, Princess Nylalaea, and her younger sister, Enyssia who had been allowed to take refuge in the castle with the royal family after the orcs had started their raids on the kingdom.

“The orcs are going to kill us all,” Taladiir whimpered in between his sobs. Felaenya hugged her son, trying to comfort him. She saw Nylalaea rolling her eyes, clearly thoroughly unimpressed with the bravery of her husband. Their marriage had been one of political convenience, not love. And Felaenya could not blame her for reacting negatively to this outburst from her son.

“Sshh, we needn’t worry. The orcs are amassing their horde on the other side of Argothrond, not at our border. They are attacking Senadorei and the combined elven forces will defeat them,” she told Taladiir. She did not believe what she had just said but was trying to soothe her son. And as she looked down at him, as he still sobbed, she felt guilty for hoping that most of the sons of Alyoshara were braver than her own son. They would need to be, if they were to stand any chance against the orcs.

(End of Part 7, to be continued...)