The Tale of Velatha: Part 11 – Velatha Tours Kaalhone

A couple week had passed. Agdug was very pleased at how the conditioning of the slaves in the castle had progressed. Many were close to fully broken. Most of the rest had made very good progress. This was obvious to Agdug in the case of the former minister Mythaercia, as he fucked her from behind. Mythaercia was lying down with her ass raised and her face pressed into the floor, moaning loudly as Agdug fucked her. Her cunt had grown slick almost as soon as he started fucking her, and was now dripping. He could feel her cunt twitching around his thrusting cock. He could see that she fully understood she was a slave now, and was starting to embrace it. Mythaercia was not the only slave Agdug was using and assessing. The twins Lilasae and Rhyciea were kneeling in front of Mythaercia, their chins resting on her raised ass cheeks. They were staring down lustfully and hungrily at Agdug’s cock as it drove in and out of Mythaercia’s cunt. Occasionally, Agdug would withdraw his cock from Mythaercia’s cunt and lay it across her ass. Each time he did, Lilasae and Rhyciea would begin eagerly rubbing their faces along his shaft. They were gagged so they could not use their tongues but they would eagerly press their cheeks against his cock and nizzle it before sliding their cheek up and down it, doing whatever they could to show their submission and eagerness to give him pleasure. Agdug was pleased and amused to see the frustration their eyes as their gags prevented them from doing what they really wanted, which was to lick his cock or wrap their lips around it. They were very eager to serve their orc Masters. Agdug was also amused to see the reaction of Mythaercia every time he withdrew his cock from her cunt for the twins to give it attention. She would quickly would begin twitching and wiggling around eager to have Agdug’s cock back in her slave cunt.

As Agdug fucked Mythaercia, she cried out loudly and started shaking and he knew she was orgasming. Soon he himself was on the verge of cumming, and he withdrew his cock just as he started to climax, spewing his cum all over Lilasae’s and Rhyciea’s faces.

When he finished cumming, Agdug removed the twins’ gags and they pressed their faces to together to kiss and lick up the cum that coated each other’s faces. When their faces were clean, Lilasae turned towards Mythaercia, who was still in her position with her face down and ass up, and they began licking up the cum and pussy juice that coated her snatch and was oozing down her thighs.

“Please fuck me too, Master” Rhyciea whimpered, looking up at Agdug. Agdug was not ready for another round but he called out, “Some orc come in here and fuck this desperate slut.” One of Agdug’s apprentices stepped forward and Rhyciea was already on all fours, her ass raised and thighs parted, eagerly presenting her cunt to be used.

Agdug exited the castle’s dungeon. He made his way towards the entrance of the castle. He had an appointment to meet Grimnor just outside the castle. Grimnor wanted to tour Kaalhone and see the progress of the city as the elf maidens in it were broken and trained and the former capitol of Argothrond was transformed into an orc stronghold, which would serve as the capitol of the new orc empire that would soon take over all of Elevosia.

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Velatha knelt on all fours, her ass raised and her cunt presented to Grimnor. Her heart was racing with anticipation. She knew she was about to be fucked by her owner.

Grimnor licked his lips as he looked down at Velatha’s dripping, swollen cunt. He could tell she was eager to be fucked. Grimnor had taken Velatha outside of the castle, taking her with him as he prepared to tour Kaalhone and see the progress made. With Grimnor was Urzkhal, who had chosen the former chief physician Ameasa as the slave to take along. She too was on all fours, beside Velatha, presenting herself to be fucked.

Grimnor crouched down behind Velatha and reached with his hand and slid his fingers along her wet slit. Velatha moaned loudly and her hips surged backwards, towards Grimnor. She parted her thighs more widely.

“The proud queen has really juiced up, ready to be fucked like a slut,” Grimnor said. Velatha was not ashamed. She had come to accept this was her purpose now. She knew her life as a queen was over. Just as Ameasa would never again by a physician and served a new purpose. But Velatha understood that comparatively, they were lucky. Their husbands were dead. Ameasa’s sons were dead. But Velatha and Ameasa had received mercy. Their lives had been spared. In return, they would spend those lives serving the orc horde. And if they strived to be pleasing and submissive and obedient and slutty, then for the most part, their lives would not be too harsh.

Velatha moaned again when she felt Grimnor’s cock begin to slide in between her labia, into her dripping snatch. Grimnor’s hand slid down and began to stroke her swollen clit, eliciting more moans from Velatha. Grimnor took his other hand and gripped her by the hair, yanking her head up. He began to push his hips forward, slowly pushing his cock into her slick, heated cunt, inch by inch. Velatha moaned even more loudly. Once Grimnor’s cock was fully embedded in his slave, he began thrusting, quickly establishing a rhythm, and now Velatha began to cry out and gasp. Grimnor grunted, enjoying the feel of her velvety, slick, hot cunt squeezing his cock. “Push your hips back, slut, and meet my thrusts,” Grimnor ordered.

But Velatha already was. Her body was sizzling with arousal. She bit her lip as she moaned louder, while Grimnor began to fuck her harder and faster. Plunging his cock in and out of her sex. “This slut begs you to fuck her harder,” Velatha cried. She could not believe those words had come out of her mouth. She was embarrassed by the fact that Grimnor’s dominance of her, or any orc’s dominance of her, now usually awakened this side of her. She knew she should not cherish this. She was being taken by force by the orc responsible for murdering her husband and brutalizing her daughters. But she could not help herself. It felt so good. Part of her wanted to cry. Another part of her wanted to moan loudly as the intense heat from her loins grew even more intense. And right now, that part of her was winning out.

Velatha heard another moan and she looked over and realized Ameasa was now being fucked by Urzkhal beside her. The orcs saw Velatha looking at Ameasa and Urzkhal reached forward with a free hand and grabbed her head, turning it so she was looking Velatha face to face, only inches apart. Without even being ordered, Velatha leaned her face in and locked her lips with Ameasa’s, kissing her deeply, tongues intertwined. Ameasa moaned into Velatha’s mouth as Urzkhal pounded her from behind and Urzkhal groaned in pleasure as he felt Ameasa’s cunt clenching down and squeezing his cock. The loud slap of flesh was a testament to how hard the orcs were fucking their slaves but Velatha and Ameasa were experiencing only ecstasy as they moaned into each other’s mouths and thrust their hips back in unison with the thrust of the orcs pounding them over and over.

Grimnor yanked Velatha’s head back again, pulling it up and away from Ameasa’s mouth as his cock drive through her slick folds like a battering ram. Velatha barely noticed she was no longer kissing her slave sister, so focused she was on her own pleasure in her loins. She cried out when the orgasm ripped through her, waves of pleasure rolling through her entire body. Her pussy gushed around Grimnor’s cock, coating it with more of her cream, as she cried out loudly and moaned and gasped. Grimnor groaned as he too climaxed depositing his seed into this slave’s cunt.

Beside them, Ameasa was gasping, her fists clenched as Urzkhal took her with hard, savage thrusts. She shoved her hips back to force his cock into her even deeper. She threw her head back and cried out as she too was overtaken with an intense orgasm. A couple minutes later, Urzkhal came inside her.

Grimnor pushed Velatha onto her back. “You slave, straddle Velatha’s face so she may lick your cunt clean,” Grimnor ordered Ameasa.

“Yes, Master,” Ameasa replied and she crawled over, lifting her leg up as she positioned over Velatha’s face and then lowering herself so that her pussy was pressed against Velatha’s mouth. Velatha began eagerly lapping at Ameasa’s sex, slurping up the mix of cum and pussy cream leaking from it. It was not long before she had slurped up all the creamy whiteness and Ameasa’s cunt now glistened only with Velatha’s saliva.

Velatha did not stop licking however, and soon, Ameasa closed her eyes and began to thrust with her hips, grinding her cunt against Velatha’s face. Grimnor was pleased as he watched. It was good for Velatha to be humbled like this, dominated by other elves who had once served under her, so that she understood her former life as a queen gave her no standing anymore. She was an elf slave cunt, no better than any other elf slave cunt.

But from the look of it, Velatha needed no humbling, as she eagerly lapped at her slave sister’s pussy. After a couple more minutes, Ameasa moaned loudly, and Velatha’s mouth was flooded with more cunt juices, which she eagerly slurped up. As she was wrapping up, Agdug appeared, having agreed to meet Grimnor outside the castle. He chuckled as he watched the slaves.

“Ready when you are, War Chieftain.” Agdug said to Grimnor.

Grimnor nodded and turned to the two slaves. “Get off your slave sister’s face, slut,” Grimnor ordered Ameasa. “He turned back to Agdug. “Velatha here needs a good ass fucking before we go. Would you like to, as a thank you from me for transforming my new slave into such a wanton slut.”

Agdug chucked as Velatha quickly flipped over and got on all fours again. She settled behind her and started push his cock into her ass, chuckling again as she moaned in ecstasy.

Grimnor was right, Agdug knew. He really had transformed Velatha into quite the wanton slut. Or at least awoken that wanton slut that was buried in her, as be believed that mindset was buried in all elf maidens, as they were natural slaves. Agdug began to roughly fuck Velatha’s ass.

Agdug could prolong a good hard pounding but he knew Grimnor was eager to tour the city so he was quick about it, and climaxed quickly. And then they were ready to begin.

Velatha was led around on her leash by Grimnor as he toured the city with Urzkhal and Agdug. Urzkhal led Ameasa with a leash. Velatha was grateful that she and Ameasa were allowed her to walk upright, rather than crawl. But that was little consolation for Velatha at the moment. As they walked through the city, Velatha was forced to witness the horrors that the elf maidens were undergoing throughout the city, many worse than those being suffered by those in the castle.  Seeing the horrors around her dampened the bliss she had just felt beibg fucked.  All throughout the city elf maidens were being used and abused, as orcs worked to break the elf maidens into slavery, forced them to work, and used the new slaves for their gratification.

In the center of the city, the orcs had constructed rows of whipping posts. Elf maidens were chained to each post and orcs were whipping all them. Velatha flinched as she listened to the crack of leather against flesh and the elf maidens’ pained screams. She was quite experienced with being whipped at this point. And as they drew closer, she could see that the orcs lashing the slaves were using the various whipping instruments at their disposal. The standard slave whip that orcs used to break and disciple slaves had five leather straps, each strap about three feet long. It was a whip that had been used on Velatha almost daily to varying degrees. Other slaves were being beaten by wooden or bamboo canes, a much more painful device, Velatha knew well. Other orcs were using longer single-bladed bull whips. These were much harsher, and easily sliced into the flesh. Because it was so much harsher, it was usually reserved for serious punishment. Velatha knew that Neia had been whipped with these harsher whips when she had been caught with a key. Velatha knew that some of the elf maidens being whipped were being disciplined or punished, others likely just being broken into slavery, and others perhaps just being whipped for an orc’s amusement or entertainment. Grimnor and Agdug hardly paid attention as the slaves screamed in pain as they were lashed. But Velatha could not look away. Some of the elf maidens being whipped were even younger than her daughters. No elf should experience such brutality but to see such young elf maidens being brutalized was especially hard for Velatha.

Nearby were rows of pillory stockades, or “fuck racks,” as the orcs called them. Elf maidens were locked in each, bent over with their asses presented as orcs fucked them or beat or whipped them. Velatha had been spared this treatment as the orcs had not moved many fuck racks into the castle. As Velatha looked at the elf maidens secured in the fuck racks she saw many appeared to be barely conscious and she wondered how long they had been trapped in the horrible devices.

“We are utilizing these whipping posts and fuck racks every minute of every day, to get these elf sluts broken and conditioned as quickly as possible,” Agdug explained. Velatha looked at the elf maidens secured in the devious contractions. She knew each had once had a very different life. But like for her, their pasts were now irrelevant. Their old lives were now irrelevant. Like her, they were all now chattel, a collection of meat and holes for the orcs to enjoy.

All of the elf maidens in the whipping posts were sobbing or screaming or crying out as they were lashed. But in the fuck racks, the elves in them were having a variety of reactions. Some were crying and screaming, just like those being whipped. Some were unconscious, or barely conscious and not making a noise. Still others had resigned looks of defeat on their faces. But some were moaning, or gasping, or thrusting back their hips as they were fucked. Velatha knew they were undergoing the same changes she was, their bodies now craving to be fucked by their orc oppressors.

Grimnor moved closer to the fuck racks, watching as a young elf maiden’s ass was viciously beaten with a cane, causing her to wail in agony. The orc thrashing her eventually stopped and the elf maiden fell limp in the pillory, crying softly. The orc set the cane down and moved in closer, reaching down to spread her ass cheeks with one of his hands. The orc fished his cock out from his pants with his other hand and began to push it into her anus, earning renewed cries from the elf maiden.

“We need to get some more of these for the castle,” Grimnor mused, motioning towards a fuck rack, and Agdug nodded. Velatha shuddered at the thought. Though a small part of her was turned on by the idea of being locked in one and helpless, to be fucked by orcs. She was ashamed to think that she might be one of the elf maidens moaning while locked in one.

Grimnor’s party moved on. Near one of the gates, orcs were using slaves for their sexual gratification. Velatha pondered that perhaps the elf maidens were being broken or trained. Or perhaps the orcs just wanted a slave to fuck and abuse. Velatha knew there was little distinction. Regardless, these poor elf maidens were helpless and completely at the mercy of the orcs that used them and abused them.

She saw a young redheaded elf maiden, even younger than her daughters, on her knees, sliding her tongue up and down the shaft of an orc’s erect cock. Behind the orc was an older redheaded elf maiden, her wrists bounded, looking sorrowfully at the younger one on her knees servicing the orc. Velatha assumed the older one must be the younger one’s mother, or perhaps her older sister. Velatha thought of Neia and Jhilsara, and all of the terrible abuse she had witnessed being done to them and all of the vile, degrading things they had been made to do with each other. She was ashamed that she did nothing to aid her daughters, even though she knew she was helpless to do anything. And she was ashamed at how easy it had become to perform perverse acts with them. She was starting to see them more as her slave sisters and less as her daughters.

Near the two redheads, Velatha saw an elf maiden straddling a seated orc, and the elf was bouncing up and down as she rode the orc’s cock. The orc was grunting with pleasure, his eyes focused on her jiggling, bouncing breasts as she bounced up and down on the orc’s cock.

The orc opened his mouth and took one of the elf maiden’s nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it. The elf maiden was gagged and her eyes were clamped shut. But Velatha’s eyes wandered down, she looked at the orc’s cock as the elf maiden’s pussy slid up and down on it, and she could see that the orc’s cock was coated in her creamy juices. She juiced well. Velatha thought to herself. Clearly her body was reacting to having an orc cock impaling it just as Velatha’s now did. Velatha felt a yank of her leash as Grimnor moved on in his tour.

As they moved through the city, Velatha saw that not all of the elf maidens were being used and abused by orcs. Many had been put to work. There were lots of slaves removing loot from homes and carrying it to some collection point. Velatha remembered hearing orcs discussing that slaves had been used to remove all the dead bodies of the male elves from the city to de discarded in a large out outside the city. She could not have imagined being tasked with such a terrible job. As Velatha watched the elf maiden slaves moving the loot, she thought bitterly that in fact, she and other elf maidens were the orcs’ main loot. They were all chattel now, property of the orcs that had conquered them.

Other slaves had been put to assist with the work repairing wall and buildings that had been damaged during the orc’s sack of the city. For the most part, goblins were doing the actual repair work. But elf maidens were being made to haul wood and rock. It was hard work and many of the elf maidens were clearly exhausted. But orc overseers with whips lashed at the slaves, keeping them working at a fast pace.

As Velatha saw the elves straggling, many stumbling and falling, she realized that indeed she was luckier than many. Sure, she was fucked constantly by orcs. Sure, she often had to do various chores around the castle or serve orcs during meals. But being a slave to Grimnor and being kept in the castle had meant she avoided backbreaking labor like this. She knew that was an important lesson for her to cling to. No matter how bad her slavery was, it could be much, much worse. And so, she needed to make sure she kept her Master pleased, to maintain that better life.

The next stop of the city tour was the new slave market that the orcs had constructed. Agdug was explaining that most slaves would be broken and conditioned before they were sold and that they would then be sold here. Others, who were not yet broken, might be sold here at a cheaper price to slavers who wanted to break and condition the slaves themselves. The slaves sold here were then typically transported back to Aegor.

The scene was nightmarish for Velatha. There were scores of naked elf maidens huddled in cages, waiting to be sold. One particularly disturbing scene for Velatha was a large cage filled with dozens verry young elf maiden girls, mere children. Being so young, they were permitted small rags of clothing to cover their intimate areas. But that was the only mercy they had been given; all of them were still branded and collared like animals. Many had marks on their flesh from being whipped. Velatha could see the terror in their eyes as they huddled together in their cage.

“These slaves will be transported to camps in Aegor to be trained, but obviously they will not be used sexually until they blossom into womanhood,” Agdug said, referring to the young ones. He then led them to an adjacent cage, this one also filled with dozens of elf maidens. “These are the pregnant elf cunts,” Agdug explained. Velatha saw that most had swollen bellies to varying degrees. “They will be transported to breeding camps.” Agdug said. Velatha glanced over at Ameasa and saw the tortured look on her face. Ameasa had been the Chief Physician of the kingdom and Velatha imagined it must be particularly yard for her to see these pregnant elf maidens and hear their cruel fate discussed.

“Some of them are quite average looking. I thought we only bred the prettiest ones or most exotic ones,” Grimnor said.

Agdug nodded. “Aye, these ones we captured pregnant so they will just be sent to the camp to give birth and the offspring will be raised as slaves. But these pregnant ones yere that are not exceptional will just be kept at the camp until they give birth. Then they will be transported to a labor camp. Or tossed into a fuck pit at the breeding camp. Only the pretty or exotic ones will be kept at the breeding camp and re-inseminated. Like these ones over here.” They moved down the street to a square filled with a few dozen elf maidens in fuck racks. But it was not orcs fucking them in their fuck racks. Rather there were hooded male elves, chained up, being supervised by orcs who were making them fuck the elf maidens. Velatha saw that the hands had been cut off the male elves. It was a ghastly sight. But she realized these might be the only living male elves in the city. The elf maidens were gagged and squealing, panic in their eyes. Velatha knew why. They were being inseminated. They were being bred. Velatha shuddered and her eyes teared up. As horrible as her slavery was, she could not imagine being forcibly impregnated over and over. She could not imagine anything crueler. She heard Ameasa crying softly, and Velatha reached out to take her hand and squeeze it, trying to offer some comfort as they watched this ghastly scene.

“These are the pretty and exotic ones selected for breeding,” Agdug explained. “They are being inseminated now and then will be coffled and taken to a breeding camp.” Velatha looked at the elf maidens in the fuck racks and could see they were indeed all very pretty or had exotic features. “They have been dosed with breeding potion of course,” Agdug added. “This city had a large supply. But we also have slaves making it now. We will have an endless supply of slaves by breeding.”

Grimnor moved on, tugging Velatha’s leash to keep her following along. They reached a platform where elf maidens were being sold. At the moment, there were three elf maidens on the platform. They all had similar brunette hair and similar facial features. Velatha guessed they were a family, a mother and two daughters. A handful of orcs were examining them.

“Please keep us together!” the oldest elf maiden pleaded, the one that Velatha assumed was the mother of the other two. An orc slaver backhanded her across the cheek to silence her.

An orc was examining the youngest one, groping her small breasts before pinching her nipples to see how quickly they stiffened. He pinched them hard, making her cry out. “Tits are a little small but she has a nice tight, cunt, and it juices well;’ the orc said. Velatha looked down and saw her thighs were smeared with her sex juices, from what Velatha assumed was her earlier inspection. “I will take her,” the orc announced. He handed over some coins to a slaver. “A slaver from our clan is taking all our purchases back to Aegor. I will deliver her to him,” the orc announced and he attached a leash to the young elf maiden’s collar and began to drag her away. The mother started to sob as her daughter was led off. Velatha knew she would likely not ever see her daughter again. Velatha thought of Neia and Jhilsara. She had heard Grimnor discussing how he would gift them away and Velatha dreaded being spit up from her daughters. Then she thought if Miriella and wondered if she would ever see her again.

An orc was now inspecting the other daughter. His hand was thrust between her thighs and he was caressing her sex. The elf maiden began whimpering and gasping and she started grinding herself against his hand. The orc used his thumb and began to rub her clit in circles and the elf maiden gasped again and began humping his hand harder. Suddenly she started to shake and she cried out, her pussy gushing all over his hand. “I will take this slut,” the orc announced and he paid the slaver, leashed her, and began to drag her away. Only the mother was left now and she cried softly as orcs crowded around her to inspect and assess her.

Grimnor yanked Velatha’s leash to get her to move along as they continued touring the city. Velatha obediently followed. She was thinking of her daughters. She knew she would miss them terribly when they were split up. But she also knew they had been conditioned like the elf maiden she had just witnessed orgasming in only moments after her cunt was teased. Velatha knew that her daughters had similarly been conditioned, as she herself had been. She hoped that all of them would be able to focus on the moments of intense pleasure they received and not on the fact that they were forced apart from each other, or the many brutalities and cruelties they suffered as slaves.

(End of Part 11, to be continued...)