The Tale of Velatha: Part 10 – Justice for Grakam

Grimnor examined the 14 young orcs standing before him. A couple were very young, mere whelps. Three of them were young adults. The others all ranged in between. These were the sons of Grakam, who had been second in command of Grimnor’s Blood Fang Clan, and Grimnor’s likely successor as chieftain of that clan, until Grakam was killed when he led the charge into the tunnel into Kaalhone, which ended up being a trap. Grakam had died along with every other orc in the tunnel when the elves set off explosives and caused the tunnel to collapse.

Grimnor knew the three oldest sons. They had all served with Grimnor and Grakam in the invasion of Elevosia. Grimnor ended up gifting Grakam’s claimed elf slaves to those three sons and he had gifted one of then, Isilynor, to Grakam’s oldest son, Zguk. Isilynor was elf royalty, the daughter of King Vamir’s cousin, making her a very prized slave. She was back in Aegor, serving the orcs of their clan until Zguk returned to Aegor, or settled here in Elevosia and had her delivered back to him.

Apart from the three sons fighting in Elevosia, Grakam’s other sons were all still in Aegor, in Blood Fang Clan territory, being educated in the ways of orcs and training to become warriors. But Grimnor had sent for them all after Kaalhone fell and brought them to the city. He wanted them to have chance for some retribution for their father’s death. Ultimately King Vamir was responsible for Grakam’s death in Grimnor’s view. So, one of Vamir’s daughters would serve as a nice receptacle for his sons’ retribution.

As Grimnor looked upon Grakam’s sons, Neia and Jhilsara were standing behind him, in display position, standing straight with their legs parted and their hands locked behind their heads. They did not yet know why they had been brought here. Nor did Velatha who was kneeling beside them. But Grimnor knew these princesses were lucky. Grakam had died relatively young. Most orcs did not start siring many offspring until they were older. It meant he only had 14 sons, which meant that the next day would not be as brutal for the princess they selected, than it would have been had Grakam had many more sons. Grimnor pitied the daughter of any elf that ever managed to kill him. Grimnor had hundreds of sons.

Grimnor had already told Grakam’s sons to select which of the two princesses they wanted for the day. He stepped aside and gestured for them to examine Neia and Jhilsara. The orcs hurried over and began groping, prodding, and poking at the flesh of the two slaves. Grimnor pointed to Neia. “That is the older one. As you can see, she has more curves to her. More flesh to torment.” Neia was mostly healed from her brutal punishment. Her thighs and pussy were still a little bruised and discolored from being perched on the wooden horse. But the lashes and cuts form where she had been severely whipped had almost completely faded. Grimnor was amazed at how quickly elves healed. It really allowed orcs to be rough with them.

Grimnor next pointed to Jhilsara. “The younger one is skinner, not as curvy. But she has that innocent look about her that may be more fun to defile.” Grimnor knew she was far from innocent, despite her looks. She had been fucked countless times during her now many weeks of slavery and was being transformed into quite the wanton slut. Still, her youthful look made her look innocent, making her an alluring choice to abuse.

After Grakam’s sons inspected the two slaves they huddled together and discussed and then Zguk stepped forward and said to Grimnor, “We would like to play with the young one, War Chieftain.”

Grimnor nodded. “So be it. I will have her secured to a whipping post. May her pain give you some justice and retribution for her father’s treacherous trap that murdered your father.”

Jhilsara’s eyes widened as it sunk in what was being done with her. She had assumed most or all of these orcs were simply going to fuck her. Now she had learned her fate was going to be much worse.

Velatha stood up. “Please, select me! They have done nothing wrong,” she cried.

His eyes flashing with fury, Grimnor spun around and marched over to Velatha, grabbing her. “I didn’t ask for volunteers, slut,” he growled.

Velatha would not give up. “I don’t know who their father is, but my daughters are not to blame for anything done to any orc!” she cried.

“These orcs’ father was one of the orcs your husband killed with his treachery, when he blew up that tunnel into your city. And now his sons will receive some satisfaction and retribution with your daughter.” Grimnor growled. “And if you say one more word, I will let them play with both of your daughters.”

Feeling helpless, Velatha fell silent. She knew she could not help Jhilsara. All she would do if she kept protesting would be to doom Neia.

Grimnor ordered some of his soldiers to take Jhilsara out to the courtyard. He debated what to do with Velatha to punish her. He could send her to Agdug or even to Rodgu. But he was a proud orc. She was his slave and he would tame her himself, that night. Until then, she and Jhilsara would continue their slave breaking and conditioning. He had those two dragged off and then he went to lead Grakam’s sons out to the courtyard.

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Kordoth was in a foul mood as he savagely whipped an elf maiden. She was a refugee who been captured trying to flee from Argothrond into Senadorei to escape being enslaved. She had quickly been captured near the border. Kordoth’s Dread Tusk Clan was at the border, patrolling to ensure no elf maidens from Argothrond managed to escape into Senadorei. The number of refugees trying to sneak across the border had slowed to a trickle. The orcs had sacked every major city and town in Argothrond. There were still isolated pockets of elves, plus many others who had gone into hiding. But orc patrols were rounding them up. Few elf maidens that dared try to flee got far, and thus less and less were reaching Kordoth’s forces on Argothrond’s eastern border

Kordoth’s and his clan’s other purpose for being at the border was purportedly to ensure that the elves massing on the other side could not launch an assault into Argothrond. Kordoth had hoped that his clan would eventually be tasked with leading the assault into Senadorei. Kordoth and his orcs pined for real battle and glory on the battlefield. But Grimnor had ordered them to hold in place. And the day prior, Kordoth had received word from his sources in Kaalhone that soon enough, Grimnor and his armies would be moving from there to the eastern border. And that they would lead the assault into Senadorei. Kordoth was still being punished for challenging Grimnor. This is why Kordoth was in a foul mood, and why he was savagely whipping the poor elf maiden who had been captured.

Part of Kordoth wanted to instigate a clash at the border. If fighting broke out and the elves crossed the border, it would give him a pretext to crush those elves and cross into Senadorei in a counteroffensive. It would get Kordoth and the orcs in his clan the glory in the battlefield they desired. But he knew it would sow further distrust and dislike between him and Grimnor. And if Kordoth was going to succeed in his plot to destroy Grimnor’s power and kill him, then he could not risk Grimnor being suspicious of him. So, he would not take any actions to instigate a battle with the elves. And he would instead take his frustrations out on this poor elf slut. Kordoth swung the whip again, slashing it into her back and causing her to scream.

As he continued thrashing the elf maiden, a goblin approached him. He was holding a small, rolled scroll. “Chieftain, we received this scroll by bird,” he announced. Kordoth took the scroll from the goblin. Kordoth’s name was on the outside of the scroll, and Kordoth broke its wax seal and unfurled it. The scroll contained 3 brief sentences: “We need to meet. I am coming to see you. Please see that I have safe passage.”

The scroll was unsigned but Kordoth knew who it was from. It was from Queen Thaconia, the elf queen and his partner in the plot against Grimnor. It was unsigned because neither Kordoth nor Thaconia could risk it being discovered that they were working together. Kordoth tossed the scroll into a campfire, and resumed whipping the screaming elf maiden.

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Fraetha sat on Lilasae’s face while Lilasae eagerly slid her tongue up and down her slit. Lilasae was doing a good job and her face was drenched in Fraetha’s pussy juices. Fraetha decided to reward her and she leaned forward and used her hand to rub Lilasae’s sex.

Fraetha gasped and she started trembling and she ground her pussy against Lilasae’s face as she orgasmed all over the young slave’s face. When the waves of pleasure subsided, Fraetha slid forward on Lilasae’s face. She turned back. “Start tonguing my ass, slave,” she ordered, and Lilasae dutifully complied. Fraetha thoroughly enjoyed dominating the new slaves. Fraetha had been a loyal and obedient and submissive slave to the orcs, and this was her reward.

Lilasae and Fraetha were not the only elf slaves playing with each other. The elf slaves in the castle were also being trained to play with each other to put on erotic shows for the entertainment of the orcs.

Lilasae’s sister Rhyciea and King Vamir’s niece Thelyssia were wrestling each other naked in a sand put surrounded by cheering orcs. Lilasae had pinned Thelyssia down and was roughly pistoning a wooden dildo in and out of her pussy. The dildo was coated in slippery oil to lubricate it, but it also had lots of sand stuck in the oil and poor Thelyssia was crying out and thrashing around as her poor pussy was scratched raw as it was roughly fucked by the dildo. Eventually, she managed to slip from Rhyciea’s grip and the two started struggling as Thelyssia tried to pin down Rhyciea so that it could be her that roughly fucked Thelyssia’s cunt with the dildo for the orc’s viewing pleasure.

The general’s daughter Malirena and the former deputy minister Ilyeda were dancing with each other, also surrounded by orcs. Their “dancing” consisted of them grinding on each other while they groped and fingered each other and kissed. They were moaning as they plunged their fingers in each other’s cunts.

The former Minister Mythaercia and former Chief Physician Ameasa were lying on the ground, side by side, their faces buried between the thighs of the other as they orally pleasured each other.

The smell of elf maiden arousal permeated the air from all of the slaves pleasuring each other.

But most of the orcs in the room were watching Neia and Velatha. The particular show that Neia and Velatha were putting on was no more titillating than that any others were, maybe even less so. But they were queen and princess, and mother and daughter, making their show even more perverse and making them quite the popular attraction.

Neia was on all fours and Velatha was crouched down beside her, holding a long, double ended wooden dildo, which was thoroughly coated in the oily lubricant. Velatha learned her face in between Neia’s ass cheeks and gave her asshole a few wet licks. Then she took the dildo and began to push one end into Neia’s ass. Neia grunted a little, but otherwise held her position. Velatha managed to push a few inches of the dildo into Neia’s ass. She gave her daughter a few hard but playful slaps on each of her ass cheeks, to the roaring cheer of the orcs watching.

Then Velatha turned around and got on fours herself so that she was facing ass to ass with Neia. Velatha reached back to take hold of the other end of the dildo and she began to scoot back, adjusting the dildo so that the other end was pressed against her own anus. Then she pushed her hips back so that the end of the dildo began to force its way into her ass. Both slaves were now on all fours, with an end of the dildo buried in their ass. They both began to rock back and forth, causing the asses to slide further down the dildo until there was only a few inches of the dildo between them that as not stuffed in one or the other’s ass. The two slaves began to rock back and forth harder, thrusting their hips back, so that their ass cheeks slapped together as each ass fully took in the dildo. The orcs cheered again as Velatha and Neia rolled their hips back and forth to thrust back onto and then pull away from each other, ass-fucking themselves and each other. Their ass cheeks slapped against each other hard, causing the flesh to ripple with each hit.

Velatha moaned loudly, aroused as the thick dildo plundered her ass. Mother and daughter continued to fuck each other, ramming their asses back, using as much momentum as they could each time they bounced off each other. Neia began to moan too as their asses slapped against each other and their asses slid up and down on the thick dildo between them. Both slaves were now continuously moaning and gasping, shaking as their ass cheeks bounced against each other. Neia pressed her face into the floor as she reached between her legs with both hands to spread her cunt and to rub her clit. Velatha soon joined her, rubbing her sex and moaning more loudly.

Neia suddenly cried out and her body began to convulse as she orgasmed. Soon after, Velatha began to shake with uncontrollable shivers and quakes as she orgasmed. Both slaves collapsed to the floor, bathed in sweat and panting, the dildo still buried in their asses. Eventually, Velatha picked herself up and shifted forward so that the dildo slid out of her now gaping ass. She turned and gripped the dildo and slowly pulled it from Neia’s ass.

An orc shouted for Velatha to lick it clean and she did so without hesitation, sliding her tongue up and down the full length over and over, rotating it in her hands so that she licked every spot. Once she had thoroughly licked it, she set it down and she crawled over to Neia and pressed her lips to hers and the two began to passionately kiss. Velatha slid her hand down between Neia’s thighs and began to rub her sex before she plunged her fingers inside her. Neia followed suit and soon both slaves were writhing against each other as they tongue kissed and fingered each other. The orcs were loudly cheering them on.

Agdug watched the show. He was pleased. The former queen and princess were showing themselves to be wanton sluts. Weeks ago, Velatha had been a proud and noble queen. Neia an innocent, sheltered, virginal princess. Now they were both far from that. Velatha and Neia had not hesitated to put in this lewd show. Velatha had eagerly licked clean the dildo that had just been shoved in the asses of her daughter and her. Now the two slaves were eagerly fingering and kissing each other. They were making much progress as slaves. Perhaps they were humiliated and disgusted still to perform such acts with each other. But if that was the case, they masked that shame and disgust and put on a good show. Which is exactly what was expected from a good slave. Agdug wondered how Jhilsara was doing. Based on what Grimnor had told him was in store for the slave that Grakam’s sons selected, he figured she would have much preferred being in here performing lewd acts with her mother and sister.

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Jhilsara screamed as the whip slashed into her back again. Her face and chest were pressed against the wooden beam of the whipping post, desperately trying to escape the whip as it slashed into her, her wrists manacled and held up above her head. Her entire back, ass, and the back of her thighs were painted with ugly red stripes and cuts from where the whip had struck her.

The orc whipping her was Grakam’s youngest son. They had gone in order of age, and he was the last to whip her. He did not swing it nearly as hard as any of the others. But Jhilsara’s flesh was so tender and abused at this point that each strike still caused new agony and she thrashed and screamed out each time the whip struck her.

Finally, the orc stopped. Most of the orcs had chosen to fuck Jhilsara after they got done whipping her, but this one was too young. He would only get a chance to whip her.

A goblin who was there to assist saw that each son had had taken a turn. He spun Jhilsara around so that she was now facing the row of orcs. “Time to whip the front for those that want to,” he called out.

Grakam’s oldest son, Zguk, stepped forward. He looked her up and down. “Such nice little tits. Small but very pert,” he observed. “It will be fun to thrash and slice into them with a whip like your back and ass.”

Jhilsara eyed him, fear and desperation in her eyes. “Please, Master, no more,” she whimpered. “Please just fuck me. Am I not enjoyable to fuck?”

Zguk reached out and groped her left breast running his thumb over her nipple until it began to stiffen. “You are very fun to fuck. And fuck you I will. Perhaps your ass this next time. But it is also fun to whip you.” He held out his hand and Grakam’s youngest son gave him the whip. Zguk stepped back and then raised the whip and then send the whip blade crashing against the breast he had just groped. Jhilsara began thrashing and dancing around, and she howled in pain. The whip struck her other breast and she screamed again. Zguk began whipping her over and over, against her breasts and then her belly and then the front of her thighs. He lost count as he continued striking her, enjoying the sounds of her pained screams piercing the air in the courtyard.

Graham’s others sons watched, thoroughly amused. All but a few of them had barely known their father. They had been sired by him but then raised as youths in an orc breeding camp by their mothers and the other female orcs in the camp, until they were old enough to return to their home villages of their mother where the male orcs there taught them how to be proper orcs, mainly by learning how to fight and battle. Those that had met Grakam had only met him briefly, save for the oldest ones that had fought beside him in Aegor. Still, whipping this young elf slave was a matter of honor. Her father had killed their father and not honorably in battle but through a treacherous trap. So, exacting this retribution was necessary and enjoyable for them.

When Zguk was finally satisfied, he dropped the whip. Jhilsara was now hanging limp from her wrists, sobbing weakly. Zgug stepped over to her, gripped her hips and lifted her up, placing her ankles on each of his shoulders and then lining up her cunt with his erect cock. In spite of his earlier remarked, he had decided to fuck her cunt again. Besides, he would certainly get more chances to whip and fuck her throughout the day and then he might choose to fuck her ass. He pushed his cock inside her and began thrusting. Jhilsara barely reacted as she was fucked, her mind largely shattered at the moment from her pain.

Zguk had fucked Jhilsara earlier, after he had whipped her back, but he had been the first to whip and and fuck her and then the other 13 orcs had done so. This had given him enough time to recover and so he did not last long and he climaxed quickly. This was unfortunate for Jhilsara. She did not mind getting fucked. She actually enjoyed it. But now that he weas done fucking her, it was the next oldest orc’s turn. He picked up the whip as Jhilsara slowly picked herself up and stood there, sobbing and pleading for mercy.

She did not receive any. The crack of leather against flesh rang out, mixing with her pained screams, as she was lashed yet again.

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Lorathana winced with each step. Her feet were blistered and bleeding from so much walking, as she and Magthyra were led down a road that traversed through the Great Forest. At one point they had veered off the road and were now walking into the forest. The leaves and twigs were softer on her feet than the rock and pebble-filled hard dirt of the road, which was a little relief, but her feet still hurt.

Finally, they reached what appeared to be a wall made of wood. They circled around it to one side where there was gate, which they were led through. On the other side of the wall was a large wooden building. Lorathana realized it was some kind of fort that the orcs must have built. Outside of the building were orcs. And goblins. As soon as the goblins saw the orcs arriving with Lorathana and Magthyra, they hurried over.

“Two captured soldiers from Kahshara, both high ranking officers, that need to be interrogated,” one of the captor orcs announced to the goblins.

One of the goblins moved behind Lorathana. He slid his hand up her inner thigh.

“We will have some fun with these two,” he said excitedly. “I almost hope they don’t have any useful information so we can keep going at them,” he said gleefully.

He leaned in, pressing his face in between her ass cheeks and he stuck out his tongue, letting it wiggle in between her labia. He lapped at her sex, before letting his tongue slide from her slit up her ass crack to her anus and he tongued that too. Finally, he pulled his face away. “Take them inside,” he ordered another goblin. The goblin began to lead Lorathana and Magthyra into the fort. Lorathana prayed she had the strength to survive whatever was in store for her inside.

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“They will get here in time,” King Aquilan of Kahshara said to his wife.

Queen Felaenya did not believe his assurances. They had just learned that a large army of orcs was marching in the direction of the capitol of Melhanore. They had also received word from the elven kingdoms of Rynhil, Helrion, and Ullfaserine that each was mobilizing their forces to come to the aid of Kahshara. That was great news.  But Felaenya feared they would not arrive in time. The orcs appeared to be heading straight for the Melhanore. They were not stopping anywhere else to pillage or raze along the way. Kahshara’s army was trying to intercept them but another army of orcs was attacking the units from Kahshara’s army and had killed, captured, or routed much if it.  Their own army would not be able to rescue them.  So Felaenya knew they were doomed unless Rynhil, Helrion, and Ullfaserine got their armies to Melhanore before the orcs did.

Aquilan was trying to be optimistic. He said the armies would reach the capitol and fight back against the orcs. But Aquilan was the head of state and Felaenya thought her husband was just trying to be optimistic and encouraging because that was his duty. She did not have the confidence he did.

Felaenya decided to go check on her son, Prince Taladiir. He was in his tower of the castle. His wife, Princess Nylalaea, was with him. He was smiling brightly, seemingly oblivious to the orcish threat that was bearing down on them.

“Mother, we just received splendid news!” he exclaimed. “Nylalaea is pregnant. The next heir to the throne will soon be born. And I will be a father and you a grandmother!”

Felaenya knew she should feel joy at this news. But she did not. That child was about to be born into an orcish hell. The child might be born into slavery if the orcs took the capitol. Still, Felaenya wanted to put on a positive front, so as not to scare her son or his wife. “That is splendid news,” she said and she hugged Taladiir and then Nylalaea. As she embraced Nylalaea, she saw the frown on her face. And the fear in her eyes. Felaenya knew that Nylalaea shared the exact same fear as Felaenya, that the baby growing in her womb might face a horrible face from the orcs invading their country.

Felaenya prayed that the armies of Rynhil, Helrion, and Ullfaserine arrived in time.

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Velatha and Neia were led out to the courtyard, by leashes attached to their collars. When Velatha saw Jhilsara, her heart dropped. She had been savagely whipped. Her entire body was covered in nasty welts and cuts and bruises. She was not in as bad a condition as Neia had been when she was punished for hiding the key, but it was still clear she had been brutalized. Jhilsara was barely conscious. And still orcs were whipping her. Velatha’s eyes teared up and a few tears began to slide down her cheeks. She wished there was something she could to do help Jhilsara. But she knew there was nothing she could do. They were both slaves and they were completely at the mercy of their orc Masters.

Grimnor was in the courtyard. Velatha and Neia were brought over to him and they knelt at his feet. They stared at Grimnor’s boots but they winced and jumped when they heard the loud crack of leather against Jhilsara’s flesh and her weak cries and sobs.

“Your slave sister provided the sons of Grakam much entertainment,” Grimnor said to them. “Though I think she is ready to be done. Are you ready to earn a respite for your slave sister?”

“Yes, Master,” Velatha and Neia both immediately said in unison.

Grimnor unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants so that his erect cock sprung out. He pointed to it. “Then Velatha, you will suck my cock. And you Neia will start sucking the cock of one of Grakam’s sons. Then each of you will move to the next and the next. Once all of Grakam’s sons who are old enough have cum in your moths or on your faces, I will have your slave sister taken down from the whipping post.

Velatha and Neia did not hesitate, eager to help Jhilsara. Velatha took Grimnor’s cock into her mouth and soon her head was bobbing up and down. Neia crawled over to Zguk and began sucking his cock.

As Velatha worked Grimnor’s cock with her mouth and tongue, she did not gag. She had become quite skilled at sucking orc cock and had learned to suppress her gag reflex. Because of her skills, Grimnor climaxed quickly. She swallowed most of his cum, though the last spurt coated her lips and chin. Grimnor released her leash and Velatha crawled over to the next orc, one of Grakam’s sons. She winced when she heard the whip strike Jhilsara’s flesh again.

The orc she was kneeling in front of grabbed her leash and lowered his pants.

Velatha stared at his large, erect cock.

She despised these orcs. She hated them for the abuse and degradation they heaped on her poor daughters. But she knew there was nothing she could do about it. This was her life now. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the orc’s cock, and began licking and slurping and sucking.

Velatha was embarrassed as she started to feely an intense heat in her loins. She realized she was getting turned on by having an orc cock in her mouth and throat. She was humiliated at how this abuse was transforming her mind and making her enjoy the abuse. But she pushed her humiliation aside. She had a job to do as she continued sucking the orc’ cock, hoping that she and Neia could get though all of the rocs quickly and to give poor Jhilsara a much-needed respite from her abuse.

(End of Part 10, to be continued...)