The Tale of Felaenya: Part 12 – The Arrival in Bhulgobrukh

With a loud crack, Felaenya felt an explosion of pain across her back. One of the goblins had whipped her as they urged her and her family forward. The goblins were eager to reach the large city that was growing closer on the horizon. It was formerly Kaalhone, the capitol of Argothrond. Now it had been renamed Bhulgobrukh by the conquering orcs. The goblins and royal family of Kahshara had crossed the border into Argothrond a couple weeks prior to make their way to Bhulgobrukh, where the orc war chieftain Grimnor waited.

As dreadful as their march had been through Kahshara, to witness the ongoing destruction of their own kingdom, to see Argothrond was completely crushing for Felaenya. The kingdom had been completely conquered by the orcs. She knew it was a preview of what would very likely become of her own kingdom as the orcs continued their invasion. As they travelled through Argothrond, Felaenya saw the devastation wrought by the orcs. Many cities, towns, and villages were simply gone, burnt to the ground and reduced to rubble. Other former elf settlements were intact but completely abandoned. Felaenya did not know if they had been abandoned by elves desperately fleeing the orcs or if the orcs had slaughtered and enslaved all of their former inhabitants. Other towns and villages they passed were now occupied by orcs and enslaved elf maidens. When Hadguk and Zrollalk decided to rest for the night, they frequently stopped in such villages and towns, and Felaenya and her family got to witness yet again the terrible fate that befell elves that were conquered by the orcs. There were almost never any male elves in such towns or cities. All of them had presumably been slaughtered. And the elf maidens there existed only to serve the orcs. Though many of the elf maiden slaves were forced to perform labor in the cities and towns, most predominantly served as sex slaves. Their treatment was often brutal but Felaenya observed that, at least relatively speaking, their fate as sex slaves seemed less brutal than the fates of the elf maidens from her own kingdom she had seen in the farm and mining camps. But it was only less brutal in relative terms. Felaenya saw the elf maidens being abused in many fashions. She also noticed that many of the elf maidens had seemingly come to accept their fates. Many were completely submissive to the orcs. Many seemed eager to please and serve. And many seemed lost the throes of ecstasy and bliss as they were ravaged. Felaenya dreaded that she might be reduced to such a state.

Each day, as they moved deeper into Argothrond, Felaenya knew that they were moving closer to Grimnor. And that their chances of rescue, already slim when they were in Kahshara, were now practically non-existent. Argothrond was completely subjugated. The chances that the other kingdoms would unite to liberate Argothrond any time soon, if ever, seemed slimmer and slimmer. There were no elves to rescue Felaenya and her family. Their fates were all but sealed.

As Bhulgobrukh drew closer on the horizon, Felaenya began to fill with dread. It was not her own fate that she feared but also that of her son and husband.  Finally, they reached the walls of the city. Outside the walls, Felaenya saw scores of elf maiden slaves being abused.

One elf maiden was hanging limp and suspended from a wooden post, chained to it by her wrists. She looked unconscious as an orc savagely whipped her. Another elf maiden was on her knees in front of the elf maiden being whipped. She was babbling and pleading with the orcs, begging that she would not try and escape again. Felaenya surmised that she would be placed next on the post to be whipped. It was clear the orcs were very brutal with attempted runaway slaves.

Another elf maiden was crammed into a tiny cage that was hanging from a post but as Felaenya drew closer, an orc reached up and opened the cage to drag the young elf maiden from it. As Felaenya watched, the elf maiden was put on her hands and knees and the orc positioned behind her and began ravaging her. The elf maiden simply crouched there on her hands and knees, tears sliding down her reddened cheeks as she was ravaged. Unlike so many others Felaenya had witnessed, this poor elf maiden had not yet been broken and conditioned to enjoy her violation.

When Felaenya and her family reached the gate, there were several armed orcs standing guard in front of it. Hadguk hopped off the wagon and approached the orcs. He announced himself and that he had with him the royal family of Kahshara. The orcs looked the royal family up and down. “We received word you would soon arrive. Welcome. I am to take you straight to the castle dungeon so they can be processed,” one of the orcs said.

Zrollalk hopped off the wagon and then he and Hadguk began to unhitch the royal family from it. After they were all unhitched, the goblins lined the elves up. The orc entered through the gate and Zrollalk followed, with the elves ordered to follow him and Hadguk trailing behind them. Inside the city Felaenya knew as Kaalhone, she saw more of the same of what she had witnessed in the towns and villages of Argothrond, but at a much wider scale. As they walked through just a small portion of the city, she saw many hundreds if not thousands of slaves in the city. Noticeably, it seemed to Felaenya that many more of the slaves inside Kaalhone had seemingly been broken and conditioned to their fates. She witnesses countless elf maidens moaning and crying out in ecstasy as they were roughly used by orcs. She saw countless elf maidens seemingly eager to serve their orc Masters. She saw elf maidens lustfully putting on shows with themselves or with other elf maidens for the entertainment of orcs on the street. So many of the elf maidens in the city seemed to have fully accepted their fates or at least put on a good show of pretending that they had.

Felaenya and the others were led through the streets until they reached the castle. It had once been the castle of the king and queen of Argothrond. Now it was the base of the orc war chieftain that had invaded the elf world and would soon claim Felaenya as his slave. Felaenya started to tremble as they were led into the castle. She feared she would be taken straight to Grimnor but instead they were led underground, below the castle to what had been the dungeon.

The elves were led through a corridor and to a cell. Inside the cell, a pair of orcs were waiting. One stepped forward and looked at Aquilan and then Taladiir. “The two male elves are to be taken to be interrogated,” he announced. Hadguk pulled Aquilan and Taladiir from the line and led them away. Aquilan maintained his composure but almost immediately, Taladiir began crying. Felaenya let out an anguished wail as the two male elves were led away. She could only imagine how brutal the orcs would be in their interrogation methods. She prayed that her son and husband would be OK. She was terrified she might not ever see them again.

The other orc moved over to the three lined up elf maidens and straight over to Felaenya. He reached out with both of his hands and began to roughly grope her breasts. “I am Agdug,” he announced. “Head slaver for the orcs in this city and tasked with breaking and training you for the War Chieftain.” He began running his thumbs over Felaenya’s nipples and he nodded as they quickly stiffened. “A natural slave, I see,” he observed. “I will bring the slut and submissive out of you fully and make you the most submissive and slutty of slaves.” He turned to Zrollalk and the orc that had escorted them down to the dungeon. “Let’s get these three sluts branded.”

Hearing what was to occur, Nylalaea and Enyssia both began to cry. Zrollalk gave a hard slap to Nylalaea’s ass. “Silence slut,” he growled as he and the pair of orcs began to lead the three elf maidens from the cell. They moved down the corridor to a door, which Agdug opened. The elf maidens were led through the door into a small room. In the center of the room was an orc, standing beside a large wooden table with leather straps lining it. Beside the table was a large metal bowl filled with glowing coals. The heat from the coals was quite noticeable in the small room. Three metal rods were stuck into the coals and Felaenya assumed they were branding irons.

Agdug grabbed Nylalaea by the arm and dragged her over to the orc standing beside the table. “Ogrul, we have three new sluts to brand,” Agdug said as she shoved Nylalaea forward. The orc Ogrul grabbed Nylalaea and lifted her onto the table, lying her flat on it. Nylalaea started wailing and thrashing around and Agdug growled in anger and moved beside her and slapped her hard across the face, which made her stop her struggling. He grabbed her and held her down as Ogrul took the leather straps lining the table and pulled them across Nylalaea and fastened them through metal buckles on the other side of the table, tightly securing her limbs and torso down against the table. She shook her head back and forth, the only part of her body she could still move, and began babbling, begging not to be branded. Ogrul ignored her and moved over to the bowl of glowing coals, pulling one of the branding irons free to inspect its glowing tip. Without any further delay he turned and pressed the iron against Nylalaea’s thigh. There was a loud sizzle sound and then Nylalaea began screaming uncontrollably from the agony of the searing pain. Felaenya’s eyes teared up as she watched Nylalaea thrashing and bucking against her straps as Ogrul continued pressing the blazing hot iron into her thigh. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room and Felaenya felt nauseous. Since their capture, they had been treated like animals in so many ways, but being branded was an especially brutal reminder of what they were to the orcs. They were animals and chattel.

Finally, Ogrul pulled the branding iron away from Nylalaea’s thigh. The young elf maiden sobbed loudly as Agdug moved over to the wall where a row of iron collars hung on pegs. He selected one and returned to Nylalaea and locked it around her throat as Ogrul loosened the straps holding her down. Agdug picked her up and carried her back over to Zrollalk and dropped her onto the floor. “Kneel at his feet, slave, thighs parted wide like the slut you are,” he growled as he grabbed Enyssia and dragged her over to the table. Still sobbing from the tremendous pain, Nylalaea knelt at the goblin’s feet, parting her knees widely as commanded. Unlike her panicking sister before her, Enyssia was silent as she was taken over to the branding rack, a look of shock and resigned defeat on her face. She hardly reacted as she was strapped down but when Ogrul pressed a branding iron to her thigh, her back arched up and she let out an agonized scream just as her sister had earlier. She screamed and screamed in agony as the hot iron was pressed hard against her thigh, searing the brand into her flesh. When the brand was finally pulled away, Agdug fetched another iron collar and Enyssia was collared and then removed from the table and put on her knees beside her sister.

It was Felaenya’s turn. Agdug pulled her over to the table and put her on it. Felaenya did not fight or resist. She knew it was pointless. She lay against the table, a defeated look on her face, as she was strapped down. She turned her head and watched as Ogrul withdrew the third branding iron from the coals. Its tip glowed bright orange. Only when he finally approached Felaenya did she start to cry. Panic set in. She strained against her straps but they held her tightly against the wooden rack. She was completely helpless. Ogrul pressed the iron to her thigh. She felt the iron touch her and almost instantly there was a loud crackling of her flesh and the intense, searing pain hit her. She screamed in agony as the brand pressed deeper into her flesh, with a loud hissing noise that was almost drowned out by Felaenya’s agonized wailing. Ogrul held the brand against her thigh for what seemed like an eternity and it relentlessly seared into her flesh. The smell of her burning flesh filled Felaenya’s nostrils and she threw her head back and forth as she continued screaming. The pain was worse than anything she had experienced from the orcs, a completely unbearable, agonizing pain that hit her in waves from her scorched thigh. Felaenya’s agonized screams lowered to pained sobs when the iron was finally pulled away. The pain only subsided a little after the iron was pulled away. Felaenya stared down at her red scorched flesh and the mark that was now scarred into her thigh, marking her a slave. Felaenya sobbed and wept from both the pain and the dismay that she had been marked like an animal. So focused on the pain, she barely noticed as Agdug leaned down and locked a collar around her throat. “For now, you will have an iron collar like any slave,” Agdug said. “But after you are fully broken, conditioned, and trained, you will be given a gold collar along with gold piercings and jewelry, to reflect the wealth and power and prestige of your owner.”

The table straps were loosened and Felaenya was placed on her hands and knees at Agdug’s feet. Agdug pointed over to Zrollalk. “Crawl over to his feet,” Agdug ordered. “When you crawl, keep your ass raised and sticking out and your thighs parted, so your holes are presented for your orc Masters’ view.” Felaenya crawled over to the goblin, doing her best to present herself in the lewd way she had been commanded as she crawled. Her branded leg was in so much pain that even crawling was difficult. When she reached Zrollalk, she knelt down beside Nylalaea and Enyssia.

Agdug went to the wall again and grabbed three chain leashes from a hook on the wall. He returned to the kneeling elf maidens and leaned down, attaching a leash to the backs of each of their collars. “Let’s take these sluts back to their cell,” Agdug said to Zrollalk. The goblin nodded and moved towards the room’s exit. Agdug nudged Felaenya with his boot. “Crawl, slut, like I taught you. And when you are commanded by an orc, the next words out of your mouth better be ‘Yes, Master.’ Understood, slut?”

“Yes, Master,” Felaenya whimpered and she began to crawl, following Zrollalk.

“You two sluts, crawl behind your slave sister, just like she is” Agdug commanded Nylalaea and Enyssia.

The two sisters replied “Yes, Master,” in unison and they too began to crawl with their asses jutting out and their orifices presented like good slaves. When they arrived back at the cell, it was crowded with orcs. The orcs fell silent as the three elf maidens crawled inside. Felaenya looked up and could see that the orcs were all staring down hungrily at them.

Agdug entered the cell behind the elf maidens. He pointed down at Felaenya. “That one is a queen; she belongs to the War Chieftain,” he said. “Her cunt and ass are off limits until the War Chieftain uses them. He is busy in meetings all day. But until he uses her, her mouth is available to all.” He pointed to Nylalaea and Enyssia. “All three holes of those two sluts are available.”

The orcs needed no further prompting. An orc hurried over and stood in front of Felaenya. He dropped his pants to right above his knees and Felaenya stared up at his cock, which was quite large even in its flaccid state. The orc grabbed Felaenya by her hair and yanked her up onto her knees. She knew what was expected of her and she opened her mouth wide, taking the head of the orc’s cock into her mouth and flicking at it with her tongue. It was sweaty and sour and unwashed and she almost retched, but she pushed aside her disgust and focused on bringing the orc pleasure. She continued flicking at the tip of the orc’s cock with her tongue and as it started to swell, she slid her mouth down further, Letting her tongue glide down his stiffening shaft.

As Felaenya serviced the orc cock, she heard Enyssia cry out, “Please, Master, please fuck my pussy and not my ass. Please Master, my pussy is tight and slick; you will enjoy it.” Felaenya looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Enyssia on her hands and knees beside her, an orc positioned behind her. It was clear she was trying to convince him to choose her pussy so she could avoid the worse pain of having her ass painfully reamed. The orc was holding on her hips with one hand and guiding his cock with his other hand as he pushed his hips forward. His cock slid in between her ass cheeks and Enyssia let out a pained squeal. The orc had not granted Enyssia her preferred hole. “You do not have a pussy, you have a cunt,” the orc growled. “And this ass is tighter I bet.” The orc began thrusting and the sound of Enyssia’s cries and the slap of the orcs hips against her ass cheeks echoed through the cell. Another orc moved in and crouched down in front of her. He fished his cock from his pants and grabbed her head. A moment later her cries were cut off to only muffled whimpers and gagging noises as the orc forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat. The pair of orcs began thrusting in unison and in rough fashion, taking the young elf maiden from both ends. Trapped between them, she hung limp, her wide eyes filled with misery and pain.

Nylalaea knelt on the floor and watched her sister being ravaged until an orc moved behind her. “Get in position to be fucked, slut,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Nylalaea whimpered, her eyes tearing up as she got on all fours, parted her thighs and raised her ass to present her holes to the orc behind her. The orc crouched down and lined up his cock and then grabbed her hip with one hand and leaned forward to grab her hair with his other hand. He thrust forward hard, burying his cock in Nylalaea’s pussy. He started thrusting away as another orc got in front of the elf maiden and began to force his cock into her throat. Soon, Nylalaea was being roughly fucked from both ends like her younger sister.

Felaenya continued licking and sucking on the orc’s cock in her mouth as she listened to her slave sisters being ravaged. From the hard slaps of flesh, it sounded like the orcs were not holding back, and Felaenya felt fortunate that only her mouth was available to these brutes. But she knew that protection would end soon once she was given to Grimnor. The sounds of Enyssia and Nylalaea being violently ravaged only made her dread the moment more.

Her thoughts were roughly interrupted as the orc grabbed the back of Felaenya’s head and forced his now fully erect, long cock into the back of her throat. The orc began thrusting, fucking Felaenya’s mouth and throat. Felaenya could only open her throat as much as she could to reduce her gagging as her throat was used.

The orc only lasted a couple more minutes before he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over Felaenya’s face. After he climaxed, he lumbered away, and another orc immediately took his place. Felaenya began sucking and licking the new orc cock in her mouth to get the orc hard. Beside her, multiple orcs were continuing to ravage the young elf sisters. As soon as an orc climaxed and finishing fucking one of the holes of Nylalaea and Enyssia, he was immediately replaced by a new orc. They continued to be ravaged from both ends, nonstop. From the loud slaps of flesh, it was clear the two young slaves were being ravaged in brutal fashion. But Felaenya could not worry about their fates at that moment. As another newly erect cock was forced into her throat, Felaenya could focus only on servicing the orc and not gagging or lurching, to ensure she did not accidentally puke up orc cum and be severely punished for spilling it on the ground. She stopped worrying about Nylalaea and Enyssia. She knew there was nothing she could do for them anyway. They were all sex slaves now. This was their lives now. The second orc shot his load into Felaenya’s mouth and down her throat. Before she had any chance to recover, a third orc stepped up and a new cock was shoved into her mouth.

The orcs were eager to use the mouth of the newly arrived queen. Or the holes of the newly arrived princess or her sister. All three elf maidens were fucked for the rest of the day and well into the night until all three passed out.

(End of Part 12, to be continued...)