The Tale of Velatha: Part 8 – The Breaking of the Prized Slaves Continues

Velatha was shaken awake by an orc slaver. She groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She looked around and her daughters were not in the cage. They must have been roused awake earlier. Velatha hoped they were alright, or at least as alright as they could be. The orc placed a bowl of slave gruel and water on the floor outside of her cage and Velatha crawled out. Velatha was starving but she knew what was required of her to earn her meal. Velatha got on her knees and took the orc’s cock into her mouth and she began sucking him off. She had gotten quite skilled at sucking orc cock and he blew his load into her mouth in no time. For the slaves in the castle, the first meal of the day was almost always orc cum. Her meal now earned, Velatha got back on all fours in front of the bowls and dipped her face into the water bowl, lapping up water with her tongue before she moved to the bowl of slave gruel and began to eat that. She hated eating like an animal, without her hands. But that was precisely why the orcs made the slaves eat like this without their hands, to reinforce for them that they were mere animals. After she had eaten, the orc snapped a leash to her collar and Velatha rose to her feet to be led away, to begin a new day of misery and abuse.

Velatha was taken to the throne room. She heard the slapping of flesh even before she entered and when she did, she saw Grimnor sitting on the throne. Neia was straddling his lap, his cock impaling her, and she was bouncing up and down. A number of slaves, Jhilsara included, were kneeling around the throne being made to watch. Velatha was brought over to group of slaves and made to kneel, in front of Mythaercia. She watched helplessly, as her oldest daughter was forced to ride Grimnor’s cock.

“Your cunt isn’t very slick, you disobedient cunt,” Grimnor snarled. “A slave’s cunt is expected to always be juiced!”

“Master, if you let go of my arms, I will pleasure myself and get my cunt nice and juicy for you,” Neia whimpered in a frightened voice.

“You shouldn’t need to use your hands. Just the thought of orc cock should get your cunt juicy, slut,” Grimnor growled. “But fine, if you need help, it can be arranged.” Grimnor turned to Agdug who was standing and observing. “Bring her sister over.”

Agdug smiled and walked over to Jhilsara and grabbed her hair. “Crawl,” he growled and he led her over to the throne. “Use your tongue and get your slave sister’s cunt juicy,” he ordered.

Jhilsara looked up, horrified at Neia who was still perched above Grimnor, only the head of his erect cock still impaling her. Jhilsara shook her head. “Please do not make me to that, Masters…” she whimpered but before she had barely finished her sentence there was a loud crack of leather against her back as Agdug whipped her. She howled in pain and then even louder when Agdug whipped her again.

“Now, you insolent cunt. Trail your tongue from the War Chieftain’s balls up the shaft of his cock and then tongue your slave sister’s clit,” Agdug ordered.

Sobbing, Jhilsara did as commanded, leaning in and sticking out her tongue and pressing it against Grimnor’s balls, trailing her tongue upwards, up along his shaft until she reached Neia’s sex. She slid her tongue up the folds of Neia’s slit and then began flicking her tongue against her sister’s clit.

Velatha watched, helpless, miserable, and nauseated. She despised these orcs so much, who could force two sisters to humiliate and degrade each other in such perverse ways. But she knew there was nothing she could do to help them. She could only kneel there and watch.

After a couple minutes Grimnor remarked, “Keep licking slut, her cunt is finally starting to juice up around my cock.” Jhilsara continued licking and sucking on Neia’s clit for another minute and then Grimnor nodded to Agdug and Agdug grabbed Jhilsara by the hair again and yanked her head away.

“OK, start riding me again, slut,” Grimnor ordered Neia and she once again started bouncing up and down again on his cock; this time there were wet squishy sounds as her pussy slid up and down on his cock. She was only slowly gyrating her hips and Grimnor growled, “Ride me harder, slut!” and Neia increased her tempo so that she riding him hard, rising up so that his cock slid out of her slick pussy and then slamming down hard onto the cock impaling her. Grimnor closed his eyes and grunted, enjoying the blissful squeeze of her cunt around his cock. Velatha continued to watch helplessly. She wanted so dearly to run to her daughter and come to her aid but she knew she could not. It would only earn all of them harsh punishment.

Grimnor groaned loudly as he climaxed. When he finished, he pushed Neia off of his lap. She turned and got up on her knees, intending to lick his cock clean but Agdug ordered her to stop. He walked over to Velatha and grabbed her by the hair. ‘Crawl,” he ordered and he led her over to Grimnor. “Lick your master’s cock clean,” he ordered. Humiliated and disgusted, Velatha leaned in and began to lick the cum and her daughter’s sex juices off of Grimnor’s cock.

“What do you have planned for the sluts today?” Grimnor asked Agdug as Velatha continued licking and sucking his cock.

Agdug smiled. “A very fun day indeed.” Fun for him anyway he thought. It would not be fun for the slaves. They had a brutal day of being broken ahead of them.

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“Stay in formation!” General Lorathana screamed to her troops. But she knew it mattered not. The orcs greatly outnumbered her forces. The elves were doomed. Lorathana was a general in the army of Kahshara. For months, her troops had been patrolling the southern border of the kingdom, bordering the Great Forest, trying to stop any orc incursions. They had hardly come across any orcs to engage. The orcs had only done small raids into the kingdom and not many as of late. Until now. Thousands of orcs had suddenly poured out of the forest to attack Lorathana’s forces. Lorathana had only about a thousand soldiers. They were surrounded, outnumbered, and outmatched. Screams and roars and the clash of weapons echoed through the air. The orcs had them surrounded and were chopping the elves down with their axes, swords, and spears. Her soldiers were quickly being slaughtered, as they were attacked from all sides. The male elves anyway. The elf maidens were being captured. She watched as two more male elves were hacked to death and a female was pulled to the ground and dragged off, to be stripped and bound. Lorathana knew they would suffer a fate much worse than death.

“Push them back!” Lorathana cried but then suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. She cried out. It was a spear. She tried to spin around, dislodging the spear tip from her flesh but then suddenly orcs and goblins were upon her. She thrashed wildly as she was suddenly dragged away from the elves’ formation. Her sword was wrenched form her hands. Then the orcs and goblins began to tear away her clothing. She screamed out in frustration as she was stripped.

Now naked, Lorathana was pinned to the ground. Her wrists were yanked behind her back to be bound with rope. As Lorathana was bound, she looked around as the last of her soldiers were being slaughtered or captured. The elves had lost. And she knew that they were likely the first victims of the orcs’ full-scale invasion of Kahshara.

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Velatha screamed in agony and bucked wildly against her restraints as the whip slashed into her tender pussy once again. She had lost count how many times she had been whipped this latest session. But she could feel blood dripping down her lashed pussy and between her ass cheeks. She was in pure agony. But she had no choice other than to endure. Velatha was strapped on her back on a wooden table. Her legs were held spread wide by stirrups attached to one end of the table holding her spreadeagle with her pussy exposed. And an orc slaver was whipping her pussy over and over. She wanted the orc to stop. This was the post painful abuse she had suffered yet, perhaps as painful as her branding. But she knew that there was only one way to get the orc to stop. Her daughters were strapped down over wooden benches, bent over at their waists with their asses jutting out. Both of their rear ends were painted with red welts and cuts form being whipped. Blood dropped down both their thighs from their lashed ass cheeks. The only way for Velatha to get the orcs to stop whipping her pussy was for her to beg them to stop and then she had to choose one of her daughters to be whipped in her place. This had been going on for a long time. Velatha thought several hours though it had felt even longer. It was hard to tell time in the depths of the dungeon. A few times now the pain from having her pussy whipped had been too unbearable and Velatha needed a break from the agonizing searing pain between her legs. She was forced to choose on her daughters to have her ass whipped. The orc had then savagely whipped the ass of the selected daughter, until Velatha begged him to stop. Which meant that the orc returned to whipping her pussy, until she couldn’t take it anymore and chose again for one of her daughters to have her ass whipped. While her pussy was whipped, Velatha had begged and pleaded desperately for the whole exercise to stop. She promised she would be a good and obedient slut. She promised her daughters would be good and obedient sluts. But the orc slaver would not stop. There was only one way to get him to stop whipping her pussy: by choosing a daughter to have her ass whipped.

As the whip sliced into her sex again, Velatha threw back her head and screamed in agony. It was too much. She couldn’t take it anymore. Crushed with guilt, she knew she needed a break. But so did her poor daughters. The orc swung the whip again and it slashed between her legs. Velatha was completely overwhelmed with pain and she screamed, bucking against her restraints. Her poor pussy felt like it was being seared with red hot metal. She started babbling, pleading for the orc to stop. “You know how to make me stop,” the orc growled and he raised the whip again.

“Please stop, Master!” Velatha wailed. She looked between her daughters. She had chosen Neia last time. “Please whip Jhilsara, Master,” she whimpered and she closed her eyes, and started sobbing, racked with guilt. She heard Jhilsara let out a dismayed wail.

“Open your eyes and watch,” the orc growled and Velatha reluctantly opened her eyes. She watched as the orc turned away from her to face Neia and Jhilsara. He raised the whip again and swung his arm. The whip lashed out and sliced into Jhilsara’s ass, opening up a new cut across her left cheek. Jhilsara’s screamed and she started bucking against the bench. “Please no!” she sobbed. With a loud crack, the whip struck her other ass cheek.

Velatha sobbed as she watched. Her pussy still was burning with intense agony. She prayed the pain diminished soon so she had the courage to choose to take the punishment again herself and give her poor daughter a break.  She knew it would not.  Her pussy still felt like it was on fire.

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Cries rang out as the elf maiden soldiers were ravaged in the dirt. Lorathana was on her knees and bent forward, her face pressed into dirt and the blood of her fallen comrades as she was painfully reamed from behind by an orc. He was not the first to fuck her but based on how the others had addressed her when he arrived, she knew he was some sort of leader among the orcs. And when he learned she was a general, in charge of the elves that the orcs had defeated on the battlefield, he had selected her to fuck.

Her pussy felt chafed and bruised and swollen as the orc’s thick cock stabbed in and out of her. She had long feared his day would come, when she would be captured by the orcs to be brutally violated and enslaved, but it was worse than she had imagined. Getting ravaged herself was not the worst part. Worse was hearing the cries of her fellow elf maiden soldiers, those who had been under command, as they too were ravaged. There had been a little over 200 elf maidens under her command among the almost 1000 that were part of the patrol she commanded. All were now stripped and being brutalized by orcs. But worst of all was seeing the ground littered with the bodies of all of the hundreds of male soldiers under her command that the orcs had slaughtered. She knew they had been outnumbered. She knew the orcs were stronger and better trained. But she still felt responsible. She still felt like it was her fault and that she was to blame for the fates of her soldiers.

As the orc continued to thrust into her, more and more orcs were joining the party that had attacked her troops. There were thousands and more coming. Some were on horseback, and others on foot. Lorathana watched as the numbers grew and grew and she knew the orcs were planning a full-scale invasion of the kingdom. Lorathana wondered how the elves stood any chance. She was a general, making her theoretically one of the most experienced warriors in the kingdom. But before the orc invasion, she had never seen battle. None of the generals had. The elves had been at peace for millennia. They had armies to provide basic security among the populace and because any kingdom needed an army, in case war did break out. But not one of them had ever expected to actually face war. Until the orcs came. And having seen the orcs fight, having witnessed them slaughter and capture her forces, Lorathana wondered how the elves would ever stand a chance. It was clear the orcs knew war very well. They knew fighting very well. She knew that her troops were only the first to fall to this invasion. The orcs would slaughter Kahshara’s army and would conquer this kingdom and murder or enslave all of its citizens, just as the orcs had done to Argothrond, a kingdom that was much mightier than Kahshara’s before it fell. Lorathana thought of her sons and daughters, far away in a city. She dreaded that it would only be a matter of time before the orcs reached them.

The orc fucking Lorathana grunted and began to shake as he ejaculated into her battered womb. When he finished, he withdrew his cock from her swollen, ravaged pussy. Grabbing her shoulder, he spun her around onto her back and looked down at her.

“Welcome to orc slavery,” he said. “You are a general in your army?”

Lorathana nodded as she glared up at him. The orc backhanded her across the face. “Wrong, slut. You were a general. Now you are a slave. I am Rimek Keensnarl, chieftain of the Iron Claw Clan. This was the first battle of our invasion of your kingdom. I am disappointed you could not put up more of a fight.” Rimek turned and spoke to some of his orcs. “Other than this one, are any of these elf cunts high-ranking officers?” One of the orcs pointed to a blonde elf, Magthyra. Shew was a lieutenant that served under Lorathana. Lorathana knew that her remaining three high-ranking officers had been male and were now all dead. “Then coffle those two together,” he said, pointing to Lorathana and Magthyra. “These two are going to Gnarlug’s camp in the Great Forest to be interrogated. The rest should be coffled together. They will be sent to a slaver to be quickly broken so they can be made hard labor slaves.”

Orcs hauled Lorathana to her feet. She was so sore from being ravaged, she could barely stand. A collar was locked around her throat. She was pulled over to Magthyra, who was also now collared, and a chain was locked between their collars. “Come sluts. Time for you to see Gnarlug and answer some questions. When he is done with you, you will be begging to join your slaves sisters here at the labor camp.” Lorathana was filled with dread as the orcs began to drag Magthyra and her in the direction of the Great Forest.

Rimek watched as the two officers were dragged off and as the remain prisoners were coffled together and led away. Then he and his offers met, as they finalized their next moves. The strategy had already been drawn up. Thousands of orcs had poured into Kahshara from the portal and through the Great Forest. Orc cavalry had also arrived from Argothrond via the Great Forest, all of them orcs riding upon horses that had been stolen from Argothrond when the kingdom was sacked. Rimek was dividing is army into two fighting forces. The first, which would include most of the cavalry, would be a rapid force that would engage any of Kahshara’s standing armies and decimate them. The other force, led by Rimek himself, would march straight for Kahshara’s capitol, Melhanore, taking with them all their siege weapons. They would skip any villages, cities, or towns along the way. The idea was to take the capitol quickly. Right now, few reinforcements from the other elven kingdoms had arrived. Most kingdoms were ending their armies to Senadorei, on the opposite border of Argothrond. If the orcs quickly sacked the capitol and destroyed any of Kahshara’s standing armies, the hope was that the other kingdoms would decide Kahshara was a lost cause and would never send any aid. And then the rest of Kahshara would be exposed and helpless for the orcs to easily conquer.

Rimek watched as the siege weapons arrived. They were being pulled by elf maiden slaves from Argothrond, with orcs with whips lashing at their exhausted bodies to keep them moving. Rimek knew it was time to march on Melhanore.

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Screams rang out in the dungeon. As an orc slashed at Mythaercia’s breasts with a whip, she joined the other elf maidens in screaming. The elf maidens in the castle were being brutalized. The orcs were “training them” but the training was brutal. They were being whipped and beaten any time they failed to do as commanded perfectly. And they were also beaten and whipped any time they were perfect. Agdug’s goal was not to train them. His goal was to break them.

I said you clench down with your cunt on my cock when I thrust into you, slut, to give me more pleasure,” the orc whipping Mythaercia snarled. “Now let’s try again!” He stopped whipping her and settled in between her legs and pushed his cock inside her. Mythaercia was exhausted. Her pussy was swollen and bruised and chafed and sore from all the abuse she had suffered. Trying to clench down with her pelvic muscles only increased the pain and discomfort. But it was less painful than the whip. She closed her eyes and tried to clench down on the cock thrusting into her. But her eyes flew open when she heard a familiar cry.

“Please we will be good sluts! Where are you taking us!?!” It was Rhyciea. She and Lilasae were being led away. Mythaercia watched, dismayed that she was helpless to help them as they were dragged off.

The whip slashed into Mythaercia’s breasts, and she howled in pain, her attention immediately taken from the twins. “Pay attention and squeeze down on my cock, slut!” the orc snarled.

Rhyciea and Lilasae were led away to another underground area of the castle. They were taken into a dimly lit room. There they saw Queen Velatha and the princesses. Velatha was still strapped down spreadeagle on the table. Neia and Jhilsara were still strapped down, bent over benches. Jhilsara was lying limp against her bench, barely conscious. Blood was oozing down the back of her thighs from the numerous cuts and welts that lined her ass cheeks. Neia’s ass was in a similar state but she was wailing and thrashing against the straps holding her. An orc was whipping Neia’s ass over and over. “Please, stop!” Velatha screamed.

“You know how to make me stop!” the orc whipping Neia snarled.

Sobbing, Velatha mustered the courage and whimpered, “Please Master, please whip my cunt again.” She dropped her head, trying to brace herself for the agony to come. The orc stopped whipping Neia and turned around and began slashing his whip once gain into Velatha’s pussy, causing her to scream in agony.

Rhyciea and Lilasae watched this, horrified, as they were taken into the room. Neia’s and then Velatha’s loud screams echoed through the room. “Tie them down on benches,” an orc said as he saw that the twin elf maidens had arrived. The twins were taken over to a set of benches, like those to which Jhilsara and Neia were strapped. The twins were bent over the benches and strapped to them so their asses were jutting out.

An orc stood in front of them. “We are going to play a game, sluts, like the queen and princesses here. I am going to whip the ass of one of you. I won’t stop until the other one of you begs me to whip your ass instead.” He looked between the two slaves and then moved behind Lilasae. Rhyciea could not see the orc and she could only see her sister out of the corner of her eye. But then there was a loud crack of leather and she saw Lilasae lurch up against her straps and cry out in pain. There was another loud crack. And another. Lilasae began wailing in agony. “I will stop whipping her when you beg me to whip you instead, the orc called out to Rhyciea.

The whip struck Lilasae’s ass over and over. “Please Rhyciea! Please make him stop!” Lilasae screamed.

Rhyciea had felt the whip plenty of times. She knew how much it hurt. And from the loud crack of the leather and the agony in Lilasae’s voice when she screamed, Rhyciea knew the orc was not holding back. Eventually, she could not bear to hear her sister cry out anymore. “Please Master, please whip my ass instead,” Rhyciea cried. The orc stopped whipping Lilasae and she sunk against her bench, sobbing weakly.

A second later there was a loud crack of leather against flesh and Rhyciea felt a searing pain across her ass cheeks. Her pained screams mixed with Velatha’s as the two slaves were savagely whipped.

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It was the end of the day and Mythaercia did not know how she was still conscious after being brutalized and abused the entire day. She was tied down across a table. Her legs were tied so they were spreadeagle and splayed wide, her pussy exposed for the orc’s abuse. An orc was thrashing her poor pussy with a three-tailed whip, slashing it into her poor abused pussy over and over again. The searing, agonizing smacks were followed each time by her pained screams. Her head thrashed back and forth, tears pouring down her cheeks.

“I will be a good and obedient slave, please just stop Master, I beg you!” she sobbed. She was ready to completely surrender. To be a submissive, obedient little slut. She would do anything the orcs wanted. She just wanted the pain to stop.

The orc finally stopped whipping her. Setting down the whip, he untied her ankles and flipped her over onto her belly and then pulled her up so she was on her knees, with her ass raised and her face planted on the table. The orc positioned behind her, grabbed his erect cock, and lined it up with her slit. As he started to push his cock inside her, Mythaercia wailed in pain. As of late, she was finding more and more that her body was experiencing pleasure when she was fucked by the orcs. But after the savage whipping of her pussy, it was so tender and sore. She closed her eyes and just prayed that the orc climaxed quickly as he hammered her from behind, letting his cock stab in and out of her tender, abused pussy.

However, the orc stopped thrusting before he ejaculated. He withdrew his cock from her and moved in front of her, grabbing her hair and yanking her head up. He leaned in and snarled in her ear. “What are you, slut?”

“A slave, Master,” she whimpered. “Your obedient slave. Your property to do with as you please, and my only purpose is to please you and my other orc Masters.”

“How do I know those are not just words you are uttering to avoid having your cunt thrashed with my whip more?” the orc growled.

“They are not Master, I swear it!” Mythaercia cried weakly,

The orc unbound her wrists so she was no longer secured to the table. He stepped back and sat on the floor. “Then prove it, slut. Come over here and prove you are an obedient and pleasing slut, and ride my cock,” he ordered her.

Mythaercia did not hesitate to comply, though she was slow to move in her exhaustion and pain. She climbed off the table, fell to her knees on the floor, and crawled over to the orc. She climbed on top of him straddling his waist. She shifted herself so that her sex was lined up with his erect cock and then, slid down onto him, wincing as his cock pushed into her sore pussy. Once she was fully impaled, she lifted herself up again and then lowered herself, sliding up and down on his cock. She started riding him, gyrating her hips and humping away. Mythaercia made sure to clench down with her pelvic muscles every time she raised up, to squeeze and milk his cock with her pussy.

As she rode him, the pain slowly began to subside and she bit her lower lip, humiliated as she felt the first tingles of arousal in her loins. “Good little slut,” the orc praised her and Mythaercia was humiliated that his praise actually made her feel good. She tried to tell herself it was only because she knew if he was pleased, she might avoid worse abuse. The orc reached his hand around and gave her ass a hard slap. Her ass was quite tender from earlier beatings and whippings and she let out a sharp yelp but she continued humping away like a good slave, impaling her pussy over and over, working hard to please the orc Master. Her efforts were causing her arousal to increase and she let out a soft moan.

As Mythaercia continued bouncing up and down the orc slapped her ass again and then reached up, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her down so that her body was pressed against her. He pressed his mouth to hers and plundered it with his tongue. Mythaercia moaned into his mouth. She tried to tell herself her reactions were just attempts to keep him pleased. That it was not genuine arousal. But she knew that was a lie.

As Mythaercia rode the orc, Agdug entered. He was leading Rhyciea and Lilasae back into the main dungeon, gripping each by their hair. Their asses were striped with red welts and cuts from being whipped and both slaves could barely walk, and stumbled as Agdug dragged them into the chamber. He took them right over to Mythaercia and the orc she was riding. Agdug placed Rhyciea so that she was standing above the orc, her feet on either side of the orc’s head. Rhyciea thought she as going to be made to lower herself down onto the orc’s face and she actually yearned for that, just because she felt too weak to stand. But Agdug commanded her to remain in her position. He then circled around the orc and grabbed Mythaercia’s hair. She was still pressed against the orc as she humped away, but Agdug gripped her by the hair and yanked her body up. “Keeps riding that cock,” he sternly ordered. “And also lick your slave sister’s cunt.” He pushed her face in between Rhyciea’s parted thighs. Mythaercia knew what was expected of her and she began lapping at Rhyciea’s sex. At first, Mythaercia struggled to focus on pleasuring the orc she was fucking and orally servicing her slave sister at the same time. She started bouncing up and down on the orc arithmetically and slid her tongue up and down Rhyciea’s slit in random intervals. But eventually, she found her rhythm again and she skillfully slid up and down the orc’s cock and established a pattern, skillfully sliding her tongue around Rhyciea’s folds and then taking her clit into her mouth and gently sucking on it and flicking at it with her tongue.

Agdug meanwhile took Lilasae and put her on her knees behind Mythaercia. He pushed her head down so it was right in front of the orc’s cock, and Mythaercia’s ass bouncing up and down on it. “Start licking his balls, slut,” Agdug ordered Lilasae and she obediently stuck her tongue out and began lapping at the orc’s balls. The orc was already enjoying the sensation of Mythaercia’s pussy milking his cock as she rode him and Lilasae’s tongue only enhanced his pleasure. He groaned in pleasure.

Rhyciea was also quickly growing aroused as Mythaercia lapped at her sex. Her legs started to shake and she let out a soft moan. The wet squelching sounds of Mythaercia licking and slurping and at Rhyciea’s pussy, as well as Mythaercia’s pussy sliding up and down on the orc’s cock, mixed with the noises of pleasure that Rhyciea and the orc were making. Soon Rhyciea began bucking against Mythaercia’s mouth, thrusting her hips against her slave sister’s tongue. Mythaercia’s mouth and chin were soon covered in Rhyciea’s sex juices as Mythaercia pleasured her.

The orc reached down and grabbed Lilasae’s hair. He pulled her head up so that her face was level with Mythaercia’s ass. “Lick her ass too, slut,” the orc ordered her and Lilasae stuck out her tongue, letting it slide up and down Mythaercia’s ass crack as she bounced up and down on the orc’s cock. Mythaercia was already on the verge or orgasm as she slid up and down on the orc’s cock, and feeling Lilasae’s tongue licking her ass only enhanced her pleasure.

After a few moments, the orc pulled Lilasae’s head down again and she once again began licking his balls. As she did, she felt hands on her hips. A goblin had settled in behind her. The goblin lined up his cock with Lilasae’s sex and then thrust forward, burying his cock inside her. Lilasae squealed. It was a squeal of pleasure, not pain. As the goblin began thrusting his hips, his thighs slammed into her Lilasae’s ass. This hurt, as her ass had been savagely whipped, but the pleasure she felt was greater than the pain and she moaned as she continued tonguing the orc’s balls.

Rhyciea continued bucking shamelessly against Mythaercia’s mouth. When Mythaercia returned to sucking on her swollen clit, it sent Rhyciea over the precipice. She gasped loudly and thrust her pussy forward as the convulsions of pleasure swept through her. Her juices flooded Mythaercia’s mouth and Mythaercia eagerly swallowed them as she continued lapping at Rhyciea’s pussy.

The orc was groaning, on the verge of cumming as Mythaercia continuing humping him, bouncing up and down in a rapid pace. And the goblin fucking Lilasae was grunting in pleasure as he fucked her with hard, deep plunges. The goblin was swatting Lilasae’s tender ass but she barely noticed the pain, so overcome with pleasure as she was.

Agdug watched the moaning, sweating, grunting elf maidens as they participated in the orgy. He was pleased with their progress. And there was a method to his cruelty. The extreme pain they had suffered all day from their torture was now contrasting greatly with the extreme pleasure they were now experiencing. It would make them treasure this pleasure more, and strive to keep the orcs pleased so that the slaves would increase the times they got to experience pleasure rather than pain.

As Agdug watched them, another slaver entered the room. He was dragging Neia and Jhilsara by the hair. The two princesses were barely conscious. Agdug could see that their asses and backs had been savagely whipped and were bleeding. The orc dropped them at Agdug’s feet. “Want us to continue with them?” He asked.

Agdug looked down at the two princesses. “If you sluts want to avoid further punishment, start licking each other’s cunts,” he ordered. The princesses had suffered so much pain and were desperate to avoid more. Neia slowly picked herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled, turning so she was head to toe with her sister, her face lined up with her sister’s crotch. Neia lay on her side and leaned forward, squeezing her face in between Jhilsara’s thighs and she started lapping at her pussy. Jhilsara turned so she too lay on her side and as she leaned in, Neia lifted her leg so that Jhilsara could push her face into Neia’s crotch. Soon both slaves were eagerly lapping at each other’s pussies.

Agdug was even more pleased. These slaves were all breaking. Soon they would be fully broken and then they could be conditioned and trained into fine slaves. Another orc entered the room. He was holding Queen Velatha. She was unconscious. Agdug could see that her pussy had been viciously whipped for most of the day. The orc dropped her at Agdug’s feet. “What should we do with this one?” he asked.

“I will take her,” Agdug said. He picked up Velatha’s unconscious body.

Unfortunately for poor Velatha, her ordeal was far from over. Agdug had to make sure he completely broke the queen. She was the prized slave of Grimnor and she would need to be molded into the perfect slave. She would not get to trade her pain in for pleasure quite yet. Agdug began to carry her off, ready to continue her brutal treatment.

(End of Part 8, to be continued...)