The Tale of Velatha: Part 14 – The Queen Slave

Agdug watched the prized slaves in the castle. They had been gathered into a large ballroom in the castle and all of them were servicing orcs or playing with each other for orc’s entertainment. The room was filled the sounds of elf sluts gasping and moaning and the smell of aroused elf cunt. Many if not most of the slaves were close to fully broken and conditioned. Or at least at the point that they had fully surrendered and accepted slavery. Agdug knew in time that their minds would sink even further into submission such that the only thoughts that ran through their mind would be the lustful desire to serve their Masters. But their current state was sufficient. They could be trained to service and serve their Masters in all ways, and would eagerly comply. It would not be long before they were ready to be given away or sold to their new orc Masters. Agdug knew that Grimnor would be giving most if not all of these prized sluts away, to his closest allies or those chieftains or generals that had performed valiantly on the battlefield. Agdug assumed he was likely to be gifted at least one, as a close ally of Grimnor. And for his service. He was old, too old to fight on the battlefield anymore. But as a skilled slaver, he served the horde by overseeing its breaking and training of their new chattel. And these elf cunts were a testament to his skill and hard work.

As Agdug scanned the room, his eyes rested on the former minister Mythaercia and the young twins, Lilasae and Rhyciea. When Agdug began training them, Mythaercia was a proud leader among this kingdom. Now she was kneeling below an orc, eagerly licking his balls, drool spilling down her chin. To her left were the twins. When Agdug began training them they were young and timid and innocent. Now Rhyciea was kneeling next to Mythaercia, the orc’s cock down her throat while Mythaercia licked his balls. Rhyciea was eagerly slurping away. Her chin and tits were covered in the cum of other orcs she had serviced earlier. And Lilasae was kneeling next to Rhyciea, her lips wrapped around her sister’s nipple as she lustfully sucked on it, whimpering in contentment. She was alternating between sucking on her sister’s nipples and licking up the cum that coated her sister’s tits. Agdug knew that, in Lilasae’s mind, Rhyciea was no longer her sister in the familial sense. They were now slave sisters and they would eagerly pleasure each other just as eagerly as they would service their orc masters.

Agdug continued observing the slaves. He was happy to see King Vamir’s niece, Thelyssia, on all fours, between a pair of orcs who were fucking her from both ends. She was moaning around the orc cock in her mouth as the other orc pounded her wet cunt from behind.

Next to her, the former deputy minister Ilyeda was writhing around on the ground moaning like a whore as a goblin licked her cunt. And after he had gotten his fill and ordered her onto all fours, she quickly did so, eagerly raising her ass and spreading her thighs to present her cunt to be fucked. As soon as the goblin’s cock began to slide into her cunt, she moaned loudly, overcome with ecstasy.

Elsewhere in the room, an orc was seated and the former Chief Physician Ameasa was straddling him, bouncing up and down as she rode his cock, moaning and gasping loudly.

Not all of the elf maidens were giving and receiving pleasure. The dead elf general’s daughter Malirena had been chained up to a whipping post and was being savagely lashed. She screamed in agony as the whip bit into her tender flesh. She had done nothing to earn punishment. But an orc wanted to whip her and it was his right to use Malirena as he pleased. She was chattel and her only purpose was to be used by orcs, however they pleased. Agdug knew that sometimes elf chattel would be unlucky and would be used to satisfy the more cruel and sadistic pleasures of some orcs. But it was good for the elf slaves, to reinforce for them that their only purpose was to serve orcs, however the orcs desired.

Throughout the room, the several dozen of prized delf slaves in the castle were similarly being fucked or used in other ways by the orcs for the orcs’ pleasure. It was a scene that warmed Agdug’s heart and reinforced that he had done a good job with these sluts.

Agdug left the ballroom. He wanted to check on the other slaves prized slaves he had trained, the queen and princesses. They were in the throne with Grimnor and some of his generals, allies, and other clan chieftains.

In the throne room, Velatha was on all fours, being fucked from behind by Grimnor. She was moaning, but her moans were muffled because her face was buried in the ass of her daughter, Jhilsara, who was on all fours in front of Velatha. Velatha was sliding her tongue up and down, from Jhilsara’s ass to her cunt, trying to give pleasure to her daughter/slave sister, but Agdug could see she was having trouble focusing, because of the intense pleasure she was experiencing as Grimnor pounded her needy slave cunt from behind. Jhilsara was also working to service the goblin Vagrat, who was standing in front of her, holding her head as he fucked her mouth and throat.

And nearby, the queen’s other daughter, Neia, was also being used.  Urzkhal was holding Neia’s hair as he pounded her mouth and throat. As he pulled his cock from her mouth, she moaned in protest; she so desperately wanted his cock back in her throat or one of her other holes. Agdug loved the sight of Neia. She was adorned in a gold collar and jewelry to signify her former royal status. But she was also covered in dirt and cum after having been used by numerous orcs.

The contradiction looked great on her. She looked both dazzling and defiled. As any elf princess should look.

Agdug departed the room. It was time to leave the castle and tour the city, to see how the breaking and training of the other elf cunts in the city was going.

Velatha continued sliding her tongue up and down Jhilsara’s wet slit before moving her tongue up to slide it around her asshole. Velatha’s mind was in conflict. She was still humiliated and devastated. For the murder of her husband. For the defilement of her and her daughters. But she was also overcome with pleasure and lust. And not just from Grimnor’s cock reaming her cunt. But also from the delicious taste of her slave sister’s cunt and ass as she lapped at them. Her slave sister that was also her daughter. Velatha tried to focus on the pleasure and her desire to be a pleasing slave, so she did not have to think about the deviant acts she was committing with her own daughter and all that she had lost when the orcs had invaded her world.

Part of felt absolute disgust as she pushed her tongue into her daughter’s asshole. Another part of her was thrilled and aroused to taste her slave sister’s cunt and ass. She tried to tell herself that she likely had limited time remaining with her daughters, because they would soon be given away to other orcs who might not keep them in Kaalhone. If having her tongue in her daughters’ asses was one more moment Velatha could have with them, so be it. And she had learned to suppress her feelings of disgust. She was orc chattel now. She was not entitled to dignity or disgust or self-respect anymore. That was a relic of her old life.

Part of Velatha was also devastated to hear the sound of her daughter’s throat being pounded by the goblin. But another part felt great contentment to hear her slave sister moaning in pleasure, aroused from a mixture of the goblin’s cock pounding her throat and Velatha’s tongue teasing her sex. From the way Jhilsara’s cunt juices were dripping down Velatha’s chin and coating her mouth, she knew that her daughter/slave sister was thoroughly aroused. That also gave Velatha comfort. That arousal meant that Jhilsara was not suffering in her bondage, or in distress.

Velatha tried once again to focus only on the pleasure and the desire to serve. She reminded herself that she was no longer a queen and these were no longer princesses and her daughters. They were all slaves, slave sisters destined to serve the orc horde. As long as she focused on that and the pleasure, it was much easier for her.

…………….

Lorathana groaned, her legs and back throbbing in pain as she struggled to pull the wooden post that she was tied to. She needed to pull the post to keep the heavy stone wheel it was attached to rotating, to grind down the grains that the orcs used to make slave gruel for the slaves or bread for themselves. She knew if she slowed, she would be whipped again, or killed. And she knew that as exhausted as she was, she might not make it the whole day. She wondered how long she would survive in the farm labor camp.

The goblins had finally stopped torturing Lorathana and her lieutenant Magthyra after determining that the two indeed had no more useful information to extract. The two elf soldiers were then sent back deep into Kahshara, and to a labor camp where other female elf soldiers captured on the battlefield were sent. And many other elf maidens who were not soldiers. Lorathana had learned that the orcs had planned to use the conquered territory in Kahshara to set up lots of large plantations, to grow crops that they would need to continue to feed the war machine that was pillaging Elevosia. And other labor camps to gather resources for the orc war machine.  And with so many elf maidens captured in the neighboring kingdom of Argothrond the orcs would use most of the captured elf maidens from Kahshara as slave labor on the farms and labor camps. Only the very prettiest of elf maidens captured in Kahshara were to be broken and trained as sex slaves. A much better fate, relatively. They would at least get to live full lives. Lorathana knew she would not make it that long being worked at this backbreaking pace. She wondered if it would be weeks or months or perhaps even years. She doubted it would be years.

Lorathana wondered if Magthyra was still alive. There were many hundreds of elf slaves here in this slave labor camp, perhaps thousands. She had not seen her lieutenant and friend in many days. Or was it weeks? It was hard to remember. It was hard to keep track of time. In her exhausted and pain-wracked state, it was hard to even think.

“Pick up your pace, cunt!” an orc overseer barked and Lorathana groaned as she tried to pull harder. But her leg muscles and back were starting to cramp. Her legs felt wobbly. She needed water and food. But she had not been fed or given any water since the morning. She had been given a ‘lunch break’ but the only ‘sustenance’ she had been given was the cum of the dozen orc overseers she had been forced to service with her mouth. And many of them had chosen to spray their cum on her face or tits rather than let her swallow it. She had not even had time to scoop the cum into her mouth, to give herself just a little bit of sustenance, before she was locked back into her gag and slave yoke and secured to the post to begin pulling the grinding wheel again.

The orc unfurled his whip. “I told you to move faster, cunt!” he snarled.

He swung the whip. With a loud crack, it slashed into Lorathana’s back and she screamed agony. She tried to pull harder, only increasing the painful throbbing in her back and legs. She was starting to hope she died soon, so that this torment could end. She had once been a proud elven general. But if Lorathana had known the fate that befell captured elf maiden soldiers she would have gladly resigned her post and submitted to the orcs, so maybe she could have been a sex slave instead. The whip slashed into Lorathana’s back again, eliciting another tortured scream from her.

…………….

As Velatha knelt next to the throne, she was exhausted. It was the end of the day. It had been a long day of being fucked and performing for and serving the orc masters. Now she was kneeling beside Grimnor in the throne room as he sat on his throne. It had once been her husband Vamir’s throne. But Vamir was dead and now the throne belonged to her Master, Grimnor. Grimnor had earned it by being a strong orc and defeating the weak elves. And now Velatha was his prize. Where she had once sat on her own throne in this room, now she knelt at the feet of her Master.

“Don’t slouch, slave,” Grimnor growled and he leaned down from his throne and gave a hard slap to Velatha’s ass. She squealed and immediately straightened herself so that she was in the proper posture. She was on her knees but she straightened her back with a slight arch to make her tits jut out more. She parted her knees wider so her cunt was easily seen and rested her palms on her spread thighs. “I beg forgiveness, my Master,” she said as soon as she had corrected herself.

She was covered in dirt and cum, but otherwise, Velatha looked beautiful. She was adorned in gold jewelry and piercings, and even wore one of her tiaras that had once ben hers when she was queen rather than a slave. A gold leash was attached to her collar, though at the moment, Grimnor was not holding it and it was strewn across the floor in front of her. Grimnor did not need to hold the leash to control her. Velatha understood well that it was her duty to obey.

And her duty at the moment was to kneel and look pretty at her Master’s feet, while orcs and goblins entered the throne room to give him updates on the processing of slaves in Kaalhone, the transformation of Kaalhone into a new orc capitol, and the course of the war elsewhere in Elevosia. Velatha tried to listen but it was hard to concentrate. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping. She was desperate be fucked. She couldn’t focus on what was being discussed when all she could think about was Grimnor’s cock pounding her needy cunt. She prayed he finished soon and fucked her.

She wondered who was luckier. As a former queen and now a prized slave of the war chieftain, many of her duties as a slave would be things like this, kneeling and looking pretty. She knew her daughters and the other slaves were off serving elsewhere. Probably getting fucked way more and she was jealous of that. But also worked hard and abused more. Velatha couldn’t decide whether the tradeoff of her easy duties was worth not getting fucked as much.

One of Grimnor’s generals had just finished discussing their efforts to hunt down more slaves in Argothrond. There were still smaller settlements and towns for the orcs to take. And many, many elves that had fled their cities or towns or gone into hiding, trying to escape the orc horde. But there was no escape. Orcs were hunting all of the elves, using hellhounds to track them by scent. Their fate was inevitable. The males would be killed and the females enslaved. There was no more resistance in Argothrond to stop them. It would take time to track down all of the elves in the vast kingdom but the orcs were hard at work. Argothrond was no longer an elf kingdom. It was now orc territory,

That orc general had finished his update to Grimnor and departed, and the goblin Vagrat entered. He filled Grimnor in on the progress in Kahshara.

“The elves have finally wised up and the other kingdoms are joining the fray,” Vagrat reported. “The kingdoms of Helrion and Rynhil have sent thousands of troops in from the west of Kahshara. And Ullfaserine is sending in thousands of troops from the north. Bromendier in the south is sparsely populated with no real army. They are rallying their troops but don’t have many to enter the fray.” Vagrat reported.

“Then we may finally have a real war on our hands,” Grimnor said. “But Rimek can handle it?”

“Aye,” Vagrat replied. “The Iron Claw Clan has many thousands of warriors there and numerous other clans supporting them. It may be a bloody battle but we will beat them with our superior skills in battle.”

“Good,” Grimnor said. “Then we can begin to prepare to invade Senadorei and let Rimek take care of Kahshara. What of the king and queen in Kahshara’s capitol? Will the other elves entering the fray delay our taking of their capitol?”

Vagrat shook his head. “That is the good news. Rimek’s forces moved quickly. They are likely less than a day’s march from the capitol as I am reporting this. They will take the capitol before any of the other eleven armies can reach it. Soon, you will have another queen kneeling at your feet.”

“Good,” Grimnor replied. “I look forward to having another former queen elf cunt to serve me.”

Velatha felt a little guilty that she too was eager to have another queen slave sister serving their Master together with her.

“Make sure that Rimek knows that we need the king alive. If the various monarchs have discussed plans on uniting to fight the orcs, we want to know what those plans are.” Grimnor added.

Vagrat nodded. “The message has already been sent,” he confirmed.

Vagrat finished his update and left the throne room. While he waited for his next briefing, Grimnor glanced over at Velatha. “I can smell your aroused cunt, slut. You want to be fucked, don’t you?” he said, smirking.

“Yes, my Master,” Velatha said softly, and she parted her knees even wider to signal her desire.

Grimnor pointed down at his boot. “Then you may hump my boot, slut,” he said. “Polish my boot with your cunt cream.”

“Thank you, my Master,” Velatha said and she crawled over. She wrapped her arms around his leg below the knee, pressing herself against his shin as she straddled his boot and lowered herself onto it until it pressed against her aching cunt.

She started to rock her hips back and forth on the leather, grinding her pussy against it. Almost at once, her pussy slickened more than it already was and began to coat the boot with her cream, and Velatha moaned loudly. Her tits began bouncing as she continued grinding herself against the boot, back and forth, harder and faster. She continued moaning and gasping, her breathing labored, and she started to sweat as she exerted herself. Almost instantly, she could feel a powerful orgasm building in her loins and stomach, and she quickened her pace, moaning with abandon, her arms wrapped around her Master’s calf.

“Cum slut, quickly, before my next meeting,” Grimnor ordered.

That was all the encouragement Velatha needed. She humped furiously at his boot and in a matter of seconds an intense orgasm ripped through her and she started shaking as she cried out, her cunt gushing a torrent of juices all over the leather of his boot. She continued grinding and shaking, working her slit over the drenched, slippery weather, until the last wave of pleasure subsided and then she collapsed against his leg, hugging it tightly. “Thank you, my Master,” she whimpered, her voice filled with bliss.

“Lick my boot clean,” Grimnor ordered.

“Yes, my Master,” Velatha replied and she climbed off his boot and pushed her face down, sticking out her tongue to lap up all the creamy juices she had deposited on his boot.

Urzkhal entered the throne room, to update Grimnor on the situation at the border with Senadorei. He saw Velatha on all fours licking Grimnor’s boot. her ass raised with her cunt glistening and her thighs also smeared with her juices.

“A fine little slut you have there,” Urzkhal remarked and Grimnor smiled and nodded.

Her mind flooded with pleasure, Velatha hardly heard as Grimnor and Urzkhal discussed Senadorei. When she finished cleaning her master’s boot, she returned to kneel at his feet.

She could already feel her loins tingling again. Humping her Master’s boot had brought some relief. But she knew soon enough she would be desperate to cum again and desired the one thing that made her cum harder than anything else. Being pounded by her orc master’s cock.

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There was panic in the castle. Solders were rushing from the castle to join those on the walls of the city, to try to defend the walls from the orcs. King Aquilan was rushing out to join them, to command and direct the defenses himself.

The orcs had arrived at Melhanore. The city was ill-prepared to defend against an orc attack. They had prayed that the armies of the neighboring kingdoms of Ullfaserine, Helrion, and Rynhil would reach the capitol before the orcs did. Those elven armies had crossed the border into Kahshara. But they were still at least a few days march from reaching Melhanore. And King Aquilan and Queen Felaenya had discussed and privately doubted the capitol could hold the orcs off for a few days. But they had run out of time. They had no choice but to try to defend against the orc attack.

Felaenya prayed that Aquilan would survive. And that she and her family and every elf in the capitol would too. Felaenya hurried to find her son. Prince Taladiir was with his wife, Princess Nylalaea, and Nylalaea’s sister, Enyssia. All three were a window of the central castle tower. From their position, they could see the approaching orc army. All three were crying.

“Son, you must be brave,” Felaenya said to Taladiir. She hated to admit it but her son did not have the bravery that his father or she did. Or their intellect or leadership skills. She once worried that he would not be a good leader when he succeeded his father. Now she knew that worry was probably moot. The orcs were here. She was terrified that soon enough, all of them would be dead or enslaved.

 

(The End of The Tale of Jastira; to be continued, in The Tale of Felaenya...)