The Tale of Velatha: Part 9 – Neia Is Punished

Mythaercia groaned as she woke up in her cell in the dungeon. It had been a couple days since their brutal session of being harshly broken and trained. The day prior had been less intense, though by no means pleasant. She and most of the other slaves in the castle had spent the day learning how to deep throat orc cocks without gagging and improving their skills at using their mouths and tongues to pleasure orc cocks. And, of course, they were lashed with whips any time they failed to get a cock the whole way down their throats or gagged or lurched too much. No day of sex slave training was easy.

Mythaercia wondered what was in store for them today. As she sat up, she saw that Rhyciea and Lilasae were already working to earn their morning slave gruel. An orc had stuck his erect cock through the bars of their cell. Lilasae was dutifully licking the orc’s balls. The orc was holding Rhyciea’s hair and pulling her head towards his cock but she was resisting.

“Master, please my throat is so sore and swollen from yesterday!” she cried. Mythaercia knew that was understandable. The twins had undergone the same training she had the day before.

But the orc did not care and was angrily glaring at Rhyciea. “You just earned a whipping, cunt. Now get your lips wrapped around my cock!” he snarled. Hoping to avoid even worse punishment, Rhyciea dutifully complied. Soon she had the orc’s cock in her mouth and her head was bobbing up and down, letting his cock slide all the way down into her throat. Her training had improved her skills

Hungry, Mythaercia crawled over to the bars. An orc saw her and stepped forward, a bowl of gruel in his hands. He stuck his cock through the bars. “Master, would you like me to worship your cock or balls?” Mythaercia asked him.

“Balls, slut,” the orc grunted. Mythaercia was relieved. Licking and sucking on his balls which would be much easier on her throat given the prior day’s training. She leaned in and began gliding her tongue in a swirling motion around the orc’s sweaty balls. She kept at it for several minutes, until drool was spilling down her chin. Finally, the orc was satisfied and he pulled his cock away and then slid the bowl of gruel in between the bars. Mythaercia pushed her face into the bowl and hungrily ate. Beside her, Rhyciea and Lilasae were now eating from their shared bowl.

As the three slaves hungrily ate their slave gruel, they did not notice as Velatha, Jhilsara, and Neia were led through the hallways of the dungeon, all three of them gagged and with their wrists bound behind their backs. They were being led by a pair of goblins and an orc.

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Agdug was in the castle meeting with a few dozen slavers. These slavers were in charge of overseeing of breaking and training the tens of thousands of elf maidens captured when Kaalhone had fallen. Hundreds more orc slavers reported to this few dozen. These slavers were reporting on their efforts and progress to Agdug, who was in charge of the entire slaving operation in the city. And progress for breaking the slaves was going well in the city, just as it was for the slaves that Agdug was personally supervising here in the castle. The orc horde would soon have tens of thousands of broken and trained elf slaves to be distributed among the orc clans.

As they were wrapping up their meeting, a pair of goblins and an orc entered the room, with Velatha, Neia, and Jhilsara in tow. One of the goblins stepped forward and showed a key to Agdug. “We found this key in these slaves’ cage. We tested it and it locks and unlocks most doors in the castle,” the goblin reported. He pointed to Neia. “We found it under a blanket that this one we using. She confessed that she is the one that hid it in there.”

Agdug shook his head, as if disappointed. “No more blankets for these sluts,” he growled. “They can sleep on the hard metal floor of their cage without them. Bring her forward.” He pointed to Neia and the goblin dragged her forward.

Agdug stepped forward to Neia and removed her gag. “So slut, what were you doing with that key?” he growled.

“Master, this slave begs forgiveness,” she whimpered, fear in her voice. “I grabbed it a few weeks ago. I thought maybe I could use it to try to escape. But after that, I understood my purpose is to be a slave and I had no intention of using it.”

“And yet you did not get rid of the key or report it to one of your orc Masters,” Agdug growled. “Did your slave sisters know you had this?” He gestured towards Jhilsara and Velatha, who were standing behind Neia.

Neia quickly shook her head. “No, Master, I swear only I knew about the key. And I beg forgiveness for not telling my orc Masters about it! Please Master, I am so sorry!”

“You will be very sorry indeed, in short order.” Agdug growled. “You will be punished harshly for this.”

Behind Neia, Velatha started pleading into her gag, making panicked, desperate gibberish noises. Agdug moved forward and removed her gag. “You have something to say, slut?” he growled.

“Please Master, please let me accept my slave sister’s punishment?” Velatha pleaded.

Agdug stuffed the gag back into her mouth. He debated what to do. Neia would be harshly punished regardless. Of course, he could also punish Jhilsara and Velatha. Nothing would make Neia regret her actions more than seeing her mother and sister punished for her transgression. At the same time, all three had been through a pretty brutal treatment a couple days prior. Agdug knew that they could always go too far with a slave. They did not want to risk shattering their minds completely. He was also annoyed that Velatha still was seemingly acting on motherly instinct. She still saw Neia and Jhilsara as her daughters to protect, not as her slave sisters. But Agdug knew that would change in time, after she was fully broken and conditioned into slavery. And until then, that motherly instinct could be used to his advantage. He could use it to make her do all sorts of degrading and humiliating things. He could use it to keep her compliant. And he could use it to punish her for any infraction.

Agdug looked between Jhilsara and Velatha, deciding what to do. He decided he would see how their conditioning was coming along and that result would dictate their fate. “Juice,” he commanded them.

Velatha and Jhilsara’s hands were bound behind their backs. They could not use them to pleasure themselves. But both slaves closed their eyes. Jhilsara pressed her thighs together and then began rubbing her thighs together back and forth, clearly trying to cause some friction she would feel in her groin. Velatha also pressed her thighs together but rather than rub them together, her belly began to undulate slightly and Agdug figured she was clenching and unclenching her pelvic muscles, also trying to feel sensation in her groin.

While the two slaves were working to get their pussies nice and wet, Agdug returned to Neia. He shoved her to the ground and she slammed into the floor face first. Agdug reached for his slave whip at his belt and uncoiled it. Then he raised his arm and brought it down hard, against Neia’s back. She cried out in pain and thrashed around. Agdug whipped her again and again. Over and over, he lashed her, striping her back, ass, belly, breasts and thighs with red welts as she thrashed around wildly and screamed in pain. This was only a slight preview of what was in store for her. But Agdug figured seeing Neia savagely whipped would make juicing more challenging for Jhilsara and Velatha. After a few minutes, Agdug finally stopped. He dropped the whip and returned to Jhilsara and Velatha. “Part your legs,” he ordered sternly and both slaves did so. Agdug pushed his fingers into Jhilsara’s cunt first. It was nice and slick. He withdrew his fingers and stepped over to Velatha and removed her gag again. He pushed his fingers into her mouth and Velatha dutifully licked and sucked off Jhilsara’s creamy juices from his fingers. When they were cleaned, Agdug removed his fingers from her mouth and then pushed them into her pussy. She too was nice and wet. “Good job slaves, nice and juicy cunts,” he remarked. He turned to the goblins and orc. “Take these two back; they will train with the others today,” he ordered gesturing towards Velatha and Jhilsara. Then he pointed to Neia. “And take this one to Rodgu to be punished.”

The slaves had no idea who Rodgu was, but Neia was about to find out. Rodgu was a goblin who had trained under the goblin Gnarlug, who was a master interrogator and torturer. Rodgu had finished his apprenticeship under Gnarlug and had soon thereafter departed for Kaalhone, arriving in the last few days. It was time to find out what he was capable of, and Neia would be the unfortunate slave for Rodgu to use to test his worth.

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King Aquilan and Queen Felaenya of Kahshara had learned the devastating news the day prior. The orcs had seemingly launched a full-scale invasion of Kahshara. Thousands and thousands of orcs had poured into the kingdom from the Great Forest. The army of Kahshara had been spread out through the kingdom’s border with the Great Forest and its long border with Argothrond, because they had no idea where an orc invasion might come from. Now all of the army was coalescing together to march and engage the orcs. But Aquilan and Felaenya both knew the chance of their army repelling the orc invasion was slim, if the reports were true that it was thousands of orcs.

Felaenya had wanted to send their son and his wife, as heirs of the throne, to seek refuge in another kingdom. But Aquilan’s miliary advisors had informed them that there were reports of orc cavalry raiding numerous parts of the kingdom. Aquilan and Felaenya feared that if their son left the castle that orc cavalry would intercept him before he managed to slip out of the kingdom. The capitol of Melhanore and the castle was the safest place to be, Aquilan’s advisors had insisted.

But Felaenya knew this castle and the capitol would not be able to defend itself from an orc siege. Melhanore had a fraction of the defenders Kaalhone had, in Argothrond, and its walls were not nearly as tall or fortified as Kaalhone’s. Kaalhone had fallen to the orcs. If the orcs arrived here, they would take the city.

Aquilan had written a flurry of desperate letters to the other kingdoms, pleading for military aid. But they knew that there were limited options for such aid. The kingdoms of Rynhil and Helrion were to the west of Kahshara. They prayed that either or both might send troops quickly. Likewise, the kingdom of Ullfaserine to the north could send aid quickly. All three kingdoms were relatively small but if all three sent military aid, it might make a difference. Those were the only real possibilities for salvation. Bromendier to the south of Kahshara had virtually no army; it was a kingdom that consisted of large swaths of plains and farmland. And to the east of Kahshara was Argothrond, now fully conquored controlled by the orcs.

Felaenya and Aquilan prayed that Rynhil, Helrion, and Ullfaserine came to their aid before it was too late.

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Neia weakly pleaded into her gag begging for mercy but only muffled whimpers escaped the gag. The goblin Rodgu ignored her desperate mewing. Neia was hanging limply by her wrists from a whipping post. She had been savagely whipped by Rodgu for what had seemed an eternity. She had no idea how much time had actually passed. She was in a windowless underground room, in a building outside of the castle. She remembered this building had once been for storing goods. Now it was converted into a holding cell and torture chamber to punish slaves. As she had been brought into the building, she had seen countless elf maidens being brutalized and tormented inside, and she was taken underground to a room that had no other elf maidens. It was just her, Rodgu, his orc assistants, and Rodgu’s terrible instruments of torture and punishment.

Rodgu had stopped whipping her. He moved over to Neia and gently stroked her cheek. “I bet you regret plotting to escape now, don’t you, my dear princess,” he said, fake sympathy in his voice. Rodgu had always enjoyed Gnarlug’s pretend sympathy with the victims he tortured and interrogated, and Rodgu was doing his best to imitate his teacher’s demeanor.

Neia frantically shook her head. She started to plead through her gag again and Rodgu chuckled. “I believe you, princess, I really do. I am sure you are very regretful. Very sorry. But an example must be made of you. When the other slaves in the castle see you, when whispers travel through the city among the other slaves as to what severe punishment you suffered, they will all think twice about trying to escape. In that way, you are serving your people. You might have one day been Queen and ruler of your kingdom had we not conquered it. Think of this as serving your would-be subjects, who are now your slave sisters. Your pain will benefit them all. You shall be a shining example for them.” He turned to his assistants, who were two orcs. “Take her down,” he ordered.

The orcs unchained Neia from the whipping post and she collapsed onto the ground. “Put her on the horse,” he ordered. One of the orcs bent down and hoisted Neia up and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her over to the other side of the room. Neia saw what the ‘horse’ was as the orc pulled her off his shoulder and started to lower her onto it. It was a triangular wedge of wood, with a sharp-angled edge pointing upward. As Neia was made to straddle it and the sharp edge began to press into her pussy, she understood at once its purpose. Her eyes grew wide and she squealed into the gag as her body weight came to push her down onto the wedge. Her legs stretched out and began kicking, desperate to find something she could stand on to raise herself. But the device was raised up high enough so that her feet could not reach the floor. Neia threw her head back and screamed into her gag in pain as she thrashed around wildly.

Rodgu laughed. “Oh princess, do not be so dramatic. You have only just begun your ride. You have a long ride ahead of you.” Neia was being more than dramatic. She was in a full panic as all her body weight was bearing her down on the area between her legs, pressing her onto the sharp wedge. With all her weight bearing down, the wedge was stabbing up into her tender pussy, an unbearable pain.

She desperately tried to press her thighs together, to take some of the pressure off her crotch. It barely did anything to relieve the agonizing pain she felt between her legs. Still, Rodgu did not want her to have any relief. He fetched a spreader bar from his collection of toys, a metal bar with ankles cuffs on each end that forced a slave to be spreadeagle with her thighs splayed widely. It had many useful purposes and today it would be used to enhance Neia’s ride on the horse. Rodgu bent down an attached the cuffs to her ankles. Her legs were now forced open, preventing her from pressing her thighs into the wooden of the horse to gain any relief.

Neia threw her head back and screamed again in agony into her gag. She started sobbing as she continued wiggling around, trying to find relief from the searing, crushing pain between her legs. Rodgu stroked her cheek again. “I know it hurts princess. It is going to hurt more and more and more as time goes on. But think of how you will be serving your slave sisters. When you tell them about this, all of them will be so much more behaved.”

Neia looked at him, her eyes wide with pain, tears pouring down her cheeks as she desperately pleaded again into her gag. “I cannot understand you, princess,” Rodgu said. “But let me give you some pointers. You can give some parts of your cunt a little relief by leaning forward or backward. He placed his hand on her upper back and pushed her forward. This put all of Neia’s weight forward, putting unbearable pressure on her sensitive clit and pressing it harder into the sharp edge of the horse. It was the opposite of relief. Neia howled in agony and tried to pull back but Rodgu held her forward. “Oh, I guess maybe you don’t want to start out leaning forward like that,” he said on a mocking tone and he released her back, allowing her to lean back and take the pressure of her poor clit. She leaned back as far as she could, trying to take as much weight of her poor vagina. This put all her weight ion her anus and perineum. It was hardly any relief and in less than a minute she was screaming again from that pain. Eventually it was too much and she leaned forward, putting more pressure on her poor pussy which was still throbbing and burning from the last time it had been pressed into the wood. She wailed, realizing the was no way she could lean to eliminate the pain. All she could do was lean forward and back to try to find a little temporary relief in one area, but cause more pain in another.

Within a couple minutes, Neia was bathed in sweat, hyperventilating and letting out loud pained cries and mews into her gag.

Rodgu smiled. This was probably his favorite device of torture used by the goblins. It was always fun to watch slaves riding the horse. Neia’s screams raised a pitch as the pain intensified. Thankfully, the gag made it so that she couldn’t scream too loudly in the small room. During interrogations, they could not use a gag because they needed the subject to talk. The loud screams would eventually start to bother Rodgu’s ears. But this was not an interrogation. They did not need her to talk because nothing she could say would end what she had coming to her. This was a punishment. So, she could stay gagged.

“Who wants to take bets on how long she lasts before she passes out?” Rodgu asked his orc assistants. The first orc guessed 30 minutes. The second orc said he thought she would make it over an hour. Rodgu shook his head. “You both have very little faith in our dear princess. I bet she will make it at least 4 hours before she passed out,” he remarked. Of course, Rodgu had an advantage over the orcs. They were new to this job. He had seen countless elf maidens forced to ride the wooden horse. They were more durable than humans and could usually go hours before they passed out once their brains where overwhelmed by the pain.

As he watched Neia, he wondered though if perhaps he had overestimated her. She had already suffered weeks of abuse. She was already pretty weak, mentally and physically. But she could last 4 hours Rodgu decided. It would be interesting to see if he was right. He continued watching her as she continued shifting forward and back and side to side, in ever decreasing intervals, pressing herself from one excruciating position to another. She also continued babbling into her gag, pleading for mercy and for relief from the pain.

Another 15 minutes or so passed and she stopped pleading, and only pained whimpering escaped the gag. Rodgu turned to the orcs. “Let us leave her here and tend to some of other guests. We can check on her every 15 minutes or so, so we can see who won the bet.” Rodgu and the orcs started to depart the room. Realizing they were leaving, Neia lifted her head and started pleading again, horrified that they were leaving her to suffer this agony. But the goblin and orcs ignored her and they closed the door behind them, leaving Neia to suffer her excruciating agony alone.

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It was the afternoon and Agdug had decided to work on training Velatha and Jhilsara personally. Velatha was ordered to kneel and Jhilsara was ordered to lie on her back beside Velatha with her legs spread wide. Both slaves complied immediately. Agdug crouched down in front of Jhilsara, staring between her parted highs at her cunt. It was such a tight, enjoyable cunt. Agdug started to get on top of her, settling between her parted legs. He could feel her trembling but she knew better than to protest or plead not to be fucked. As he settled on top of her, Agdug turned to Velatha. “I want you to watch as I fuck your slave sister here. And when you watch, I want you to play with yourself. Rub and finger your cunt while you watch me fuck your slave sister. Understand?”

Choking back a sob, Velatha whimpered, “Yes, Master.” She too knew better than to plead Agdug not to fuck Jhilsara

Jhilsara closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was coming. Agdug reached down and placed his hand on her smooth belly, sliding it down and gently cupping her sex. He pushed two fingers in between her labia and up inside her, seeing her cunt was nice and wet. “Nice and juicy. Desperate to be fucked. Good slave,” he remarked. He reached for his erect cock and slid it up and down her slit before inserting the head of his cock into her opening. He turned again and sure enough, Velatha had he hand between her parted thighs and was lewdly rubbing herself. Agdug turned to look down at Jhilsara below him. “Beg me to fuck your slave cunt, slave,” he ordered.

“Please Master, this slave begs for you to fuck this slave’s cunt,” Jhilsara whimpered reluctantly, her cheeks reddening.

Agdug looked at Velatha. “And you, beg me to fuck your slave sister.”

Tears in her eyes, Velatha whimpered, “Master, I beg you to fuck my slave sister’s cunt,” she whimpered. Agdug eased his cock in between Jhilsara’s labia and he smiled as he watched her clench up with fear. Agdug drove his hips forward hard, burying his cock into her with one merciless thrust, and Jhilsara cried out. Not even Agdug, with all his experience, was sure whether it was from pain or pleasure. He suspected it was a bit of both.

“God that is a tight, warm cunt,” Agdug remarked, genuinely pleased with how good it felt squeezing his cock as he started thrusting hard, establishing a fast and brutal rhythm, not interested in easing into it at all. His pelvis flew forward in a series of wild, primal thrusts, his cock stabbing over and over into Jhilsara’s tight cunt. “Both of you keep begging me as I commanded.”

Jhilsara said her mantra again, saying “Please Master, this slave begs for you to fuck this slave’s cunt.” She kept repeating it, over and over, in between her gasps and sharp cries as Agdug speared her with his cock.

Velatha joined her, whimpering over and over, “Master, I beg you to fuck my slave sister’s cunt,” as she fingered and rubbed herself and watched Agdug mercilessly pounding her daughter.

Agdug was pleased how wet Jhilsara’s cunt was when he started and that it grew slicker as he fucked her. He leaned his head down and began to suck on one of her nipples and rolling his tongue over it, also pleased that it quickly stiffened. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and brought that one to attention as his cock continued driving in and out of her slippery, warm, wet cunt. It felt so good that he struggled to focus on the fact that he was training this slave, and not just using her cunt for his own pleasure. But he was an experienced slaver and he kept his focus. Agdug reached down siding his hand between their joined bodies to press his fingers against Jhilsara’s clit and began to rub it, to make her even more aroused. Normally, a slave’s pleasure was irrelevant to an orc. Slaves were used for an orc’s pleasure and the enjoyment the slave felt was irrelevant. But Agdug wanted to use pleasure to further condition Jhilsara and get her to accept her submission.  And he found it true that most slaves that were fully conditioned and broken found immense pleasure in being fucked by their orc Masters.  Irrelevant to the orcs but perhaps a blessing for the slaves.

Jhilsara and Velatha continued their mantras. Jhilsara’s head was shaking back and forth, dismayed she was being fucked and even more dismayed that her body was reacting positively to being fucked and that she was growing more and more aroused. Velatha continued watching, tears pouring down her cheeks, feeling helpless as she watched the cruel orc slaver brutally ravaging her daughter. Velatha thought of Neia and prayed she was ok, from whatever ordeal she was suffering as punishment for hiding the key. She felt so helpless to do anything for her daughters.

As she watched Agdug savagely fucking Jhilsara, she assumed her daughter was in pain. But she watched her responses as Agdug kept his mouth alternating between her nipples and when his reached down to tease and rub her clit. And as this continued, Velatha was pretty sure that Jhilsara’s mantra of “Please Master, this slave begs for you to fuck this slave’s cunt” had a less reluctant and sorrowful tone. Mother and daughter made eye contact and Velatha saw the shame in Jhilsara’s eyes as her body grew aroused. Velatha smiled at her, trying to convey to Jhilsara that it was alright and that she should not be ashamed. And Velatha herself was trying to ignore the shame she felt as she lewdly masturbated while watching her daughter being fucked against her will.

Agdug was also noting Jhilsara’s growing arousal, his cock soaked in the slickening folds of her sex, and her clit swollen and protruding from its hood as he rubbed it. "Please Master, fuck this slave’s cunt!" Jhilsara cried out again, lustful need in her voice. Then suddenly her back arched and she cried out in ecstasy as an explosion of pleasure ripped through her, her body’s orgasmic spasms making her cunt clench and spasm around Agdug’s thrusting cock. She cried out again as the orgasm continued ripped through her, her cunt sending juices gushing around Agdug’s cock. Agdug was pleased as he watched Jhilsara shaking as she orgasmed, her pert breasts heaving as the waves of pleasure hit her. Jhilsara rode out the orgasm, her cunt still squeezing around Agdug’s cock. Agdug started fucking her harder and he leaned down and he pressed his mouth to hers and roughly kissed her, again pleased as she kissed him back, letting her tongue dance with his after he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Jhilsara was becoming quite the needy little slut; it was clear to Agdug that his efforts to break and condition her were paying off.

Velatha knelt, her fingers rubbing zealously against her own cunt, as she watched Jhilsara being fucked. She was horrified when she realized that the sight of this was actually turning her on and she could hear the welt squelching sounds as she rubbed her slit and plunged her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. But she was starting to understand that as terrible and brutal as slavery was, there were parts that were pleasurable and being dominated by an orc and taken by his large cock was pleasurable for the body even if it was repulsive to the mind. Velatha understood that it was best to just focus on the pleasure, as Jhilsara was doing now.

Jhilsara was clearly in a confused mix of shame and ecstasy as her slick aching cunt was stretched and pounded by Agdug’s large cock. “You like being fucked, don’t you slut,” Agdug growled down at her.

“Yes, Master,” Jhilsara cried in admission, her cheeks reddening with humiliation.

Continuing his rhythmic thrusts, Agdug turned to look at Velatha. “I order you to cum before I do, slave” he growled. “If you do not, I will whip your slave sister here. And if you lie or try to fake it, I will whip her harder.”

“Yes, Master,” Velatha whimpered. She started rubbing her clit frantically and then reached down with her other hand and began to pump a pair of fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. As she masturbated, she stated to think thoughts that would turn her on. The thought that popped in her head was her on all fours with her master Grimnor fucking her from behind, holding her hair as reigns, like the animal she was, completely dominating her. Velatha moaned softly. She could feel her juices trickling down her fingers and inner thighs. She was rapidly approaching climax.

“You better hurry, slave,” Agdug warned her. “You slave sister’s cunt is so tight and slick and hot right now and its clenching around my cock, milking it. I won’t last much longer.” Velatha frantically pleasured herself. She looked at Jhilsara. Her daughter’s eyes were closed and her mouth was open, her face contorted in pleasure. She was actually drooling.

Velatha cried out as the intense orgasm ripped through her, shuddering and convulsing as her pussy spasmed around her fingers and her hand was drenched in a gush of pussy juice. Almost at the same time, Jhilsara threw her head back and gasped as another orgasm ripped through her body. Her back arched as more waves of pleasure hit her.

Agdug was pleased as he listened to both slaves crying out in ecstasy. He had accomplished what he wanted. Agdug groaned as cock erupted inside Jhilsara’s still twitching cunt, sending torrents of cum shooting up inside her.

Agdug climbed off of Jhilsara’s limp body. He stood up and moved over to Velatha. He pointed to his cock and she knew what to do and she took it into her mouth and began enthusiastically licking and sucking away the cum and pussy cream that coated his cock. When his cock was clean, Agdug grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head away. He led her over to Jhilsara, who was still lying on the floor. “Kiss your slave sister and share the cum and cunt juices in your mouth with her,” he ordered.

Velatha stared sorrowfully down at her daughter. They shared a humiliated look and then Velatha leaned down and pressed her lips to her daughter’s. He watched as they kissed, opened mouthed, pressing their tongues into each other’s mouths. They were not holding back. Perhaps it was fear. Or perhaps they were that much closer to being fully broken. Agdug was optimistic it was the latter. These two slaves we coming along very well. And Neia hopefully would be too, after today.

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Neia was still straddling the horse. Her entire existence was focused on the searing, burning, stabbing pain between her legs. She could not think of anything else but the pain. She had hoped it might dull but it only seemed to get worse. She was continued to switch her positions, leaning forward and back, trying to find relief but only working her most sensitive of regions harder and harder onto the unforgiving edge of the wood. Sometimes she sobbed into her gag, other times she whimpered, and other times she screamed. She was drenched in sweat, which stung all the places where the whip had broken her skin, but that pain was nothing to the agony she felt between her legs.

The door swung open and Rodgu entered. “How are you holding up, princess? I bet it pinches down there doesn’t it.” Neia started babbling into her gag. pleading for mercy. Begging to be taken down off the horse

“It has been a little over 3 hours now. I am hoping you make it at least another hour so I win the bet.” He started to walk out again. Neia screamed in frustration. Then she screamed again for as long as he could, hoping she could scream until she passed out and gain respite from this agony through unconsciousness. But it did not work. She remained conscious. Neia dropped her head and sobbed in pain and frustration as all of her weight continued pressing her poor pussy down on the sharp edge.

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Queen Thaconia was being briefed by Theoden, the Lord Chancellor of Alyoshara. Technically, Theoden’s position made him her chief advisor. But he was not in the loop on the secret plans Thaconia had made with the orc chieftain Kordoth, a plot to destroy Kordoth’s rival, the War Chieftain of the entire orc horde, Grimnor. And to thereby save herself, and her kingdom, from the orc threat. She had not kept Theoden in the loop because she didn’t trust him enough, and she knew he would see her actions as honorless. Almost anyone who found out would. Because forging this deal meant that she was now deliberately dragging her feet, and not sending her kingdom’s troops to Senadorei’s aid, as thousands of orcs massed at the border between Argothrond and Senadorei. Theoden would surely object. And she could not risk that he might so strenuously object that he sent word to the other kingdoms. If word got out to the other kingdoms as to her scheme with Kordoth, she knew the other kingdoms would turn on her. Alyoshara was the mightiest kingdom in Elevosia but it might not remain so if every other kingdom despised her and believed she had betrayed the elven race.

But Thaconia viewed an alliance with Kordoth as her best chance to keep herself safe. If the reports were true, what was happening now to Queen Velatha of Argothrond was absolutely brutal. And to her daughters. Thaconia would do whatever it took that gave her the best chance of avoiding the same fate for her, and her daughters, and her sons. And of course, it also protected the rest of her kingdom from an orc onslaught. Which is how she would try to justify it, if word ever leaked of her scheme. But she was not sure that would save her from being held in infamy by the other kingdoms. Of course, those other kingdoms might not survive the orc onslaught anyway. Her biggest concern was whether she could trust Kordoth. How could she trust an orc who was scheming and dishonorable enough to betray his orc horde just to take out a rival? But she knew there was no dealing with Grimnor. He had already made that clear, by his actions and by his responses to her offers to him to negotiate a peace to save her kingdom. So, it was trust Kordoth or join the other kingdoms in a war against the orcs. Thaconia had decided the former strategy gave her a better chance.

The only elf in her kingdom privy to her plan was her brother, Prince Hastios. Hastios was not very smart. Not very ambitious. He had no ambitions to replace her and he would defer to what she said. And he knew very well what would happen to him, his wife, and his own sons and daughters if the orcs conquered their kingdom. So Thaconia knew Hastios could be trusted to remain loyal and to keep the secret deal with Kordoth a secret.

Hastios and Thaconia were both in the throne room as Theoden briefed them. The orcs had attacked Kahshara, not Senadorei. Which was disappointing to Thaconia. The longer the orcs delayed in invading Senadorei, the harder it became for her to drag her feet to send her amries there. She needed the orcs to pour into Senadorei soon. Every day that they did not was a day that more questions would be raised as to why she had not sent her troops into Senadorei as promised, so that the elves could fight the orcs in a united front. Of course, the other Kingdoms would simply assume that she was delaying because she was afraid joining in would risk the orc’s ire. They would not know she had struck a secret deal with at the chieftain of one of the orc clans. Being perceived as cowardly was better than being perceived as treacherous. But it was still not good to be seen as cowardly.

Thaconia thought she would need to get word to Kordoth somehow to find out what they could do to speed up their plan. She would meet with Hastios after Theoden finished briefing them and they would come up with a plan. Well, she would, and Hastios would do what she said.

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When Rodgu opened the door to check on Neia again after the 5th hour had passed, she had finally passed out. Her mind had shut down from the pain. She was slumped forward on the horse, not moving. She had made it even longer than he had estimated. Rodgu called in his orcs. A bottle of smelling salts was placed under her nose and she woke up at once. Rodgu had her lifted up from the horse and after the orc lifted her up, the blood flowed back to the area between her legs which caused renewed, intense throbbing pain. Neia screamed in agony and fell unconscious again. Rodgu chuckled. “Give her a few minutes and then rouse her again,” Rodgu ordered. “Then carry her through the city and make sure the slaves see her and announce for them who she is and what has been done to her for trying to escape. Let her be a lesson to them all.” The orcs nodded and Rodgu departed the room again. He had more elf slaves to punish and interrogate.

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Lorathana struggled to walk. Magthyra was draped across her back. Her lieutenant had passed out from exhaustion after having spent the last couple of days walking and being ravaged.

They were in the Great Forest. Being taken to be interrogated. And tortured, based on what the orcs had repeatedly said. When Magthyra had collapsed, the orcs escorting them had announced that normally they would have just killed her for not being able to keep up, but that she would not be so lucky. They told Lorathana that Magthyra would get to meet the goblin Gnarlug before she was allowed the mercy of death. Lorathana dreaded what would happen to then both when they arrived to this goblin named Gnarlug.

There were 8 orcs escorting her and Magthyra into the Great Forest. Also along with them was another elf maiden, a slave who was from Argothrond. The orcs had brought her along to carry their supplies on her back. The orcs traveled relatively lightly, fortunately for her. Lorathana did not even know the elf maiden’s name. The orcs just called her “slut” or “slave” or “cunt.” She seemed submissive and obedient. Lorathana wondered if she herself would ever end up like that.

Lorathana was coffled to the nameless slave girl, who was in front of her. Thankfully, the slave was carrying the orcs’ supplies so she could not move too quickly. But Lorathana was still struggling to keep up, with an unconscious Magthyra draped over her. Her legs buckled and she slowed. The slack on the chain between Lorathana and the other slave tightened and then Lorathana lurched forward as she was yanked by the chain. But this also slowed the other slave.

A second later, there weas a loud crack and then a searing pain across Lorathana’s back. The orc behind her had noticed her slow and had struck her with a whip. The orc swung the whip again, this time striking the back of the other slave. She too cried out in pain. Lorathana quickened her pace, as best she could. She knew it was not her fault; she was exhausted. But she still felt guilty that her slowing down had gotten the other slave whipped.

“Let’s stop and rest here,” one of the orcs said. Lorathana closed her eyes. This was only partly good news. Every other time they had stopped to “rest,” she and Magthyra were brutally ravaged by the orcs escorting them. There were eight orcs travelling with them, and the orcs seemed more interested in fucking “the two new cunts,” Lorathana and Magthyra, than they did the other slave. So, the 8 orcs would each would sate their lust on the two captives. Then, if she and Magthyra were lucky they would get to rest for a few hours before they were made to walk again.

The orcs opened up the pack they were carrying and pulled out some food. The orcs had bread and dried meat for themselves and jars of slave gruel for the elf maidens. The orcs had the nameless slave empty a jar of slave gruel into a bowl and then she and Lorathana huddled around it to eat. Lorathana shook Magthyra until she awoke, knowing she would need to eat for her strength. And hopefully Lorathana would not have to carry her anymore.

Magthyra’s eyes fluttered open and she moaned. When she saw the bowl of gruel, she weakly picked herself up and got an all fours and pushed her face in beside the other slaves’ face to eat. Lorathana did the same. She ate as the orcs required them to eat. Without the use of their hands and on all our fours, their asses raised and their thighs parted wide and their faces pressed into the bowl. She knew it was to reinforce that they were animals. And so that they ate with their asses jutted out and their pussies exposed and presented, to further humiliate and degrade them. Bu as he hungrily ate, she didn’t care about her humiliating posture. She was too hungry to care about her dignity.

The slaves did not get much gruel between them and they quickly ate it up, licking up ever drop from the bowl. After they had licked up the last morsel, one of the orcs barked at them, “Present yourselves to be fucked, sluts.” Lorathana closed her eyes, a small whimper escaping her mouth. This was the moment she knew was coming and dreaded. But she quickly got in position. She had refused the first time and have been savagely whipped. She did not want to experience that again, and so she complied. The position she was in was pretty much identical to the one from which she had eaten. On all forms, her face lowered to the ground, her ass raised and her thighs partied. The slaves, still chained into their coffle were in a line, with Lorathana in the middle. To her right, the nameless slave starting pleading, “Masters, this slave begs to be fucked! Please!” She sounded desperate. It could be an act, Lorathana thought, but it sounded genuine. She again wondered if she would end up like that.

But unfortunately for the nameless, slave, and also unfortunately for Lorathana and Magthyra, the orcs were only interested in fucking the latter two. Orcs positioned behind them Lorathana and Magthyra and the other six eagerly awaited their turns. Lorathana cried out as the orc forced his large cock into her sore pussy with one hard thrust. He began fucking her earnestly and Lorathana just closed her eyes and prayed it was over soon. She could hear Magthyra crying beside her as she too was fucked.

Each of the orcs fucked Lorathana and Magthyra, four each. Lorathana was somewhat lucky in that three of them chose to use her pussy and only one fucked her ass, which was a much more brutal violation comparatively. After the orc each fucked the two captives, Lorathana and Magthyra were made to lick their cocks clean. Then the coffle of slaves was forced to crawl over to a tree and the orcs chained them to it. The orcs then all slept on the ground, in a circle around the slaves.

Lorathana knew escape was impossible. Even if she could somehow break the chain wrapped around the tree and securing them, she would still be chained into the coffle. Which would be yet another chain to break, because there was no way she could run with the nameless slave. It was doubtful she would even cooperate. And it was a silly fantasy anyway. Lorathana had nothing to use to break the chain and no way to do so without waking up the orcs who would brutally punish her for trying. So Lorathana closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep quickly, praying the orcs gave them enough time to sleep so they would have enough strength to continue their journey.

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The pair of goblins were leading Velatha out of the castle, each holding one of her arms.

The sun was setting and Velatha had not seen Neia all day, since she had been dragged off to be punished. But the goblins had told Velatha they were taking her to see Neia. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She prayed Neia was ok. When they exited the castle the goblins stopped, and Velatha’s heart dropped when she saw her daughter.

Neia was bloodied and bruised. She was unconscious, hanging limply from manacles holding her wrists to a post. She had been brutalized. The elf maidens had been brutalized every day since their enslavement but, from the look of Neia, this was so much worse than anything that had been done to them previously.

Agdug was standing beside Neia’s unconscious form. The goblins took her over to Agdug and released Velatha’s arms. She quickly knelt at Agdug’s feet.

“You will tell your slave sisters in the castle what happened to your slave sister here,”: Agdug said to Velatha. “So, they know the consequences of trying to deceive or disobey their orc Masters.”

“Yes, Master,” Velatha whimpered.

“Would you like to save your slave sister here from more pain and punishment?” he asked her.

“Yes, Master, please I will do anything,” Velatha whimpered.

“Then present your ass to be fucked and beg me to fuck it,” Agdug ordered. He smirked. He knew Velatha hated being ass fucked. All slaves did, at first.

But Velatha was determined to do whatever she had to in order to protect Neia. Without any hesitation, she spun around, pushed her face into the ground and raised her ass. She reached back with her hands and spread her ass cheeks, giving Agdug a view of her puckered anus. “Please Maser, please fuck this slave’s ass,” she cried, wiggling her ass, trying to entice him

Agdug smiled, pleased with how Velatha had not hesitated to lewdly present her ass to be fucked. He bent down and reached between her parted thighs, pushing his middle finger into her cunt. It was quite juicy and he swirled his finger around to coat it in her pussy cream. Withdrawing his finger, then rubbed it around her anus before pushing it into her ass, using her cunt juices to lubricate her ass. Velatha let out a small grunt but held her position.

She clamped her eyes shut, waiting for what she knew was coming. And a few seconds later, she felt the head of Agdug’s cock pressing against her anus. Slowly he began to push his cock into her ass. Velatha winced as his thick cock began to painfully stretch her rectum. Agdug pushed his hips forward until his cock was fully buried in Velatha’s ass. He pulled back, letting most of his cock slide out of her ass. Then he shoved his hips forward again, hard, driving his cock into her ass quickly. Velatha let out a yelp. Agdug started thrusting, fucking her ass with long strokes and quickly picking up speed. Agdug grabbed her hips and began really pounding her ass.

Velatha kept her eyes clamped shut, waiting for the ordeal to end, and praying it did soon. But Agdug was experienced at prolonging the experience and he would slow down to stop himself from cumming too quickly before picking up his speed again. Over and over, he stabbed his cock into her ass.

It hurt Velatha at first but eventually the pain began to dull. Then, to her shock, she started to feel a tingle deep in her loins. A warm tingle that grew stronger as Agdug continued pounding away. Horrified, Velatha realized she was actually growing aroused from being ass fucked. Agdug continued thrusting away, enjoying the former queen’s tight ass squeezing his cock. He heard Velatha let out a moan and he smiled. Her conditioning was coming along quite well. She was becoming the perfect little slut.

(End of Part 9, to be continued...)