The Tale of Jhilsara: Part 1 – The Eve of War

Jhilsara was sitting on Grimnor’s lap. Grimnor was sitting on his throne, the throne that had once been Jhilsara’s father’s throne. But her father was dead and her kingdom was now ruled by its conqueror, Grimnor.

The capitol of Argothrond, once named Kaalhone, had been renamed Bhulgobrukh by the conquering orcs. What had once been one of the most magnificent capitals in all of Elevosia had been turned into a stronghold for the orcs to break and train their elf chattel, and to enjoy the use of that elf chattel before they headed off to battle again.

Jhilsara now wore a gold collar around her neck to signify that she was a prized slave and belonged to a powerful orc. The most powerful orc in the orc horde, its War Chieftain. It was perhaps a “benefit” of being a princess before she was enslaved. The orcs liked to tell slaves that their pasts were erased and what they were before they were slaves was irrelevant. That a former queen and a former farmer were equal now in their lowly status as slaves, their worth now defined by the slickness of their cunts and how well they sucked orc cock or licked orc balls. But Jhilsara knew that was only partially true. Most slaves did not get adorned in gold. While many slaves were sex slaves just like her, many were also subject to even more brutal or nightmarish forms of slavery, like being made a broodmare or put in a horrible labor camp or a fuck pit. But as a prized slave, Jhilsara knew she was likely shielded from those more terrible fates. She was a trophy to be shown off to other orcs; owning her was a status symbol.

Jhilsara knew she would spend all or most of her life as a such a prized slave and would spend her life getting on all fours or lying on her back and spreading her legs to present herself getting fucked, and likely by powerful or prestigious orcs. Not that it mattered much to her the prestige of the cock being forced into her orifices. In that sense, the corollary of the orcs’ saying about elf slaves was also true to a degree. The prestige of the orc cock mattered little to her. Jhilsara came just as hard when she was pounded by a common soldier’s cock as she did a power general’s.

There was a gold leash attached to Jhilsara’s collar and Grimnor was holding the leash. Just one more reinforcement that she was a lowly animal now. Jhilsara glanced down at the foot of the throne. Her mother, Velatha, the former Queen of Argothrond, was kneeling there at Grimnor’s feet, her back to Grimnor and Jhilsara. Jhilsara could see the fresh welts across her mother’s back, red stripes from a whipping she must have received that day. Jhilsara did not know if the whipping had been a punishment, in furtherance of Velatha’s training, or just some fun had by an orc or goblin.

Velatha, Grimnor, and Jhilsara were all looking ahead at Jhilsara’s older sister, Neia. She was lying on the floor on her back and Grimnor’s top orc general Urzkhal was settling on top of her. Urzkhal and Grimnor were meeting shortly but first they had decided to enjoy some elf cunt. The goblin Vagrat, who was Grimnor’s chief spy, would also be participating in the meeting. At that moment, he was beside Urzkhal and Neia. Grimnor’s newest queen slave, Felaenya was on all fours in front of Vagrat and he was thrusting his cock in and out of her ass. There were tears sliding down Felaenya’s cheeks. Felaenya was still relatively new to sex slavery and though she was coming along well in her conditioning, she still very clearly disliked being ass fucked. Jhilsara knew from experience that Felaenya would adjust in time and find pleasure in it.

Urzkhal had settled on top of Neia. Her legs were sticking up high in the air on either side of his hips. With a hard thrust of this hips, Urzkhal buried his cock inside Neia’s pussy. She let out a soft grunt. It was often painful when a massive orc cock was driven into a slave’s pussy, no matter how wet and ready she was. But as Urzkhal started thrusting hard, slamming his cock repeatedly to the hilt inside Neia, her loud moans mixed with the rhythmic slap of Urzkhal’s thrusts. She was clearly enjoying herself. Jhilsara thought back to that day that the orcs had taken her father’s castle and she and her sister had their innocence violently stolen from them when orcs forced themselves on the two princesses. It had been so traumatic for both of them. She barely recognized that young and innocent elf maiden she was back then, not so long ago. Now she found ecstasy and bliss in being fucked by orc Masters just as much as Neia was exhibiting at that moment.

Urzkhal held one hand on Neia’s shoulder, to hold her down in place as he fucked her. His other hand slipped around her throat briefly and then he slid his hand up and he stuck a pair of his fingers into her mouth. She immediately began enthusiastically suckling his fingers as she continued moaning in ecstasy. Her legs were now crossed around Urzkhal’s hips trying to pull him in deeper with each thrust.

Jhilsara licked her lips. The sounds of slapping flesh and her older sister’s moans were making her grow quite aroused and she could feel the tingle of arousal in her loins, an arousal which was now always there, but starting to grow more intense. She could feel how slick her pussy was. She was desperately in need of orc cock in her slave cunt. Fortunately for Jhilsara, the scene of Urzkhal and Vagrat fucking the elf slaves also aroused Grimnor. He grabbed Jhilsara’s hips and spun her around so that she was facing him. Grimnor’s right hand left her hip and gripped her left ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. His other hand slid up to her right breast and squeezed it just as hard. Almost at once, Jhilsara felt her nipple tingle and begin to stiffen. She got so turned on by an orc’s touch. She was ashamed and she was humiliated that she had been reduced to slavery. She was devastated and terrified to be a slave. She was devastated by what happened to her father and her family and all of the elves in the city and in her kingdom. But she could not deny the intense arousal she now felt any time an orc touched he and readied to fuck her. Arousal that easily trumped any shame or terror or dismay she felt.

Grimnor grabbed Jhilsara’s hips again and lifted her up and lowered her so that she could feel his large, erect cock, pushing in between her folds. Her heart started racing and she stifled a moan. She was desperate to have his thick cock inside her. Grimnor did not pull her down and instead let gravity do its work. Her slick cunt slid down on his cock until she was fully impaled. It felt so good and Jhilsara moaned loudly. She began moving her hips so that she started bouncing up and down, letting her cunt slide up and down his shaft and her ass clap loudly against his thighs. She moaned again as her ecstasy built and Grimnor grunted in pleasure from Jhilsara’s tight slick cunt milking his cock as she rode him.

Grimnor reached back and gave her ass a hard slap. Then another, making Jhilsara squeal. He started thrusting upward, meeting her as she bounced up and down on his cock, driving his cock into her even further. Her gasps and moans, the slapping of her ass against his thighs, and the wet squelching of her slick pussy now added to the chorus of other sounds as Neia and Felaenya were also fucked in the throne room.

Jhilsara heard Neia gasp and then cry out as she climaxed and a few moments later, Urzkhal moaned as he too orgasmed. Jhilsara herself was on the verge of climax. Her back arched and she moaned loudly as she continued riding Grimnor’s cock. The tingling arousal in her loins had become an inferno and it only ratcheted up more as Grimnor’s thick cock impaled her slick cunt over and over. Grimnor was groaning loudly now, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation of the young elf maiden’s cunt squeezing and clenching down on his cock.

Jhilsara screamed as she came hard, her juices spilling all of the orc war chieftain’s cock. Her whole body shook and shuddered and her screams turned into a loud, long moan of pleasure. Grimnor pulled his hips back, letting his cock slide partially out of her and then he slammed into her hard, driving his cock in to the hilt, and he let out a loud growl as his cock erupted inside her, sending his seed deep into her womb.

Jhilsara collapsed against Grimnor, panting and bathed in sweat. She still heard slapping flesh and grunts and she glanced back and saw that Vagrat was still fucking poor Felaenya, thrusting at a rapid and violent pace and driving his cock in and out of her ass. She also saw that her mother had crawled over and she was kneeling at Urzkhal’s feet who was now standing. Velatha was licking his cock clean of her daughter’s juices. Just one more way the orcs enjoyed humiliating mothers and daughters. Though Jhilsara could not deny that as time passed, she saw Velatha and Neia more as slave sisters and not as much as her mother or sister. Perhaps that was just her mind’s way of reconciling the fact that she was forced to do so many lewd things with them. Or perhaps she was just accepting the reality that she was now just a slave and her familial relationship were relics of the past that no longer mattered.

Jhilsara could feel Grimnor’s seed beginning to dribble out of pussy and she raised her ass so that it would hopefully slide down her thigh and not drip down onto Grimnor, lest that annoy or anger him. Grimnor beckoned Velatha over to clean his cock when she was finished with Urzkhal and Jhilsara moved over to one side of Grimnor’s lap to give her access. She watched as her mother used her mouth and tongue to clean Grimnor’s cock of her sex juices. “Now slurp the cum from your slave sister’s cunt; I do not want it leaking onto my lap,” Grimnor ordered.

“Yes, my Master,” Velatha replied, and a moment later, Jhilsara felt her mother’s nose and face push in between her ass cheeks and then her tongue snake out and slide in between her folds. Velatha’s tongue began lapping at her sex. Grimnor chuckled as he watched. Jhilsara knew he enjoyed forcing Velatha to do such lewd acts with her daughters. Jhilsara was humiliated and disgusted. But the tingle in her loins quicky returned. She could not deny how good it felt and how quickly she was growing aroused from her mother’s tongue. This only humiliated Jhilsara further. Velatha lapped at Jhilsara’s pussy for a couple minutes, slurping up all the cum leaking from it. Velatha pulled her face away from in between Jhilsara’s ass cheeks and Jhilsara’s hips instinctively surged backwards, craving the erotic feel of that tongue lapping at her sex. But Grimnor sent Velatha over to lick Vagrat’s cock clean. He had finally finished ass fucking Felaenya.

When all orc and goblin cocks were cleaned, Grimnor ordered Velatha and Felaenya to return and kneel at his feet. Neia was ordered to leave the throne room to serve other orcs. Grimnor had Jhilsara remain on his lap and he grabbed her leash again. She squirmed a little, her mother’s tongue had built her up to a state of arousal and she knew it would remain unextinguished until this meeting was finished, at the earliest. She could only hope that when it was over, Grimnor or an orc would fuck her and give her much needed relief.

Grimnor, Vagrat, and Urzkhal were ready to meet.

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“On your feet, slut!” an orc growled and he yanked the leash that was attached to Yarai’s slave collar. She moaned in pain as she struggled to get up. She was very young and her skinny, small body was so sore and battered from the brutal ravishment she had just suffered from the half dozen orcs. It made it hard for her to stand. One top of that, her wrists were bound behind her back, taking away her balance and making it harder to rise to her feet. And her back and rear were bleeding badly from the harsh whipping she had received before the orcs ravaged her. Such were the consequences for the young elf maiden. She was a runaway who had been recaptured.

Yarai was an elf maiden from a small city in Kahshara. She had been enslaved with her mother when their city fell. Her brothers and father were dead, killed by the invading orcs. Yarai and her mother and most of the elf maidens in her small city had been sent to a farm labor camp. She had been branded and then put to work at a brutal pace. It had been a brutal life. They were savagely whipped constantly to keep them working. They rarely got any time to rest or sleep. Frequently, large portions of the brief periods of time they got to rest were spent being ravaged by horny orc overseers, meaning they got little time at all to actually rest or recover.

Many of the elf maidens had died from exhaustion at the labor camp. Or been killed when they could not keep working. Yarai had grown so weak. She assumed she would not survive much longer. But then her mother had helped her escape. Yarai and her mother had been part of a large group of slaves that were being sent out to chop wood in the forest. And some of the older elf maidens in the group made a grave decision as the huddled together in the slave kennel one night and whispered amongst each other quietly. The next day they went out to the forest, the older elf maidens that had volunteered were going to attack the orc overseer that went out in the forest with them to supervise. They hoped this would allow some of the younger elf maidens like Yarai to escape.

Yarai’s mother was one of the elf maidens who decided to stay behind to attack the overseer. Yarai had begged and pleaded with her mother not to do it. But Yarai’s mother had told her it was Yarai’s only chance to escape and that she would not survive if she stayed in the camp. Yarai knew her mother’s words were true and so she reluctantly agreed. The older elf maidens instructed Yarai and the younger slaves what to do. When the time came, they were to run south but quickly scatter and spread out from each other, to hopefully make it harder for them to all be recaptured.

The next day, the slaves were sent out into the forest. When the time came, Yarai’s mother and the older elf maidens grabbed sharp sticks they had collected and attacked the orc overseer. Yarai and the other young elf maidens immediately ran. And Yarai had managed to slip away. Yarai ran and ran until she was far away from the labor camp. As per their plan, she was separated from any of the other escaped elf maidens. She had no idea how many others had managed to get away. Yarai was heading south, trying to reach the border with the neighboring kingdom of Bromendier, where hopefully the orcs had not yet invaded.

She had made it south for a few days but then the slave hunters had caught up to her. They had a giant wolf-like dog that they called a hell hound. They had used the hound to track the scents of the runaways. She was the first of the runaways to be recaptured and the orcs brutally whipped and ravaged her, telling her this was the first of many punishments she would receive. They told her that they had already made examples of the treacherous slaves who had attacked the overseer and that Yarai would see what was left of their remains when she returned. Yarai knew that one of those elf maidens was her own mother. This was how she learned her mother was dead. The orcs had also told her that they would make a similar example of Yarai herself and the other runaways, to warn all of the other slaves in the camp to never attempt escape. Yarai had begged and pleaded that she would be a good slave and work hard at the camp if they spared her life. But she was beaten until her pleas were silenced.

As Yarai slowly got on her feet, the leash was yanked and she stumbled and began walking, limping from the soreness between her leg from being ravaged. She knew she was being marched to a brutal death that awaited her back at the labor camp.

“I will take this one back,” one of the orcs said. “The rest of you keep on the trail of the other runaways. We need to recapture them all and make examples of them.” The other orcs agreed and they split off with their hellhound. Yarai sobbed as the single remaining orc dragged her by her leash in the direction of the farm camp and her grisly death. She just hoped that after it was all over that there was indeed an afterlife and she would be reunited with her dead family members.

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Jhilsara remained on Grimnor’s lap as the meeting between him, Urzkhal, and Vagrat began. Her loins still tingled from arousal after Velatha had been forced to lick up the cum leaking from her pussy. She squirmed a little from her arousal. Not wanting to focus on and be driven wild by her arousal, she decided to listen to the meeting and focus on that instead. The orcs were planning their next moves in their effort to conquer more elven kingdoms. To Jhilsara, the conversation mattered little. She was already a slave. Her kingdom had already fallen. To her, it was inevitable that every elf kingdom would fall as hers did. But she listened because it allowed her to focus on something other than her aroused pussy.

Urzkhal reported on the war effort in Kahshara, the kingdom to the west of Argothrond and the second kingdom after Argothrond to face an all-out invasion by the orcs. It seemed the elves had finally gained their footing on how to fight back. Though they had seemingly been lulled to weakness over centuries of peacetime and Argothrond had fallen quickly, the elves were finally adjusting, learning from their mistakes, and mounting a better defense it seemed. Armies from the kingdoms of Ullfaserine, Helrion, and Rynhil had joined what remained of Kahshara’s army and they were putting up fierce resistance against Rimek Keensnarl’s Iron Claw Clan. The orcs were still winning but they were suffering more losses than they had previously. And the elves were smarter, retreating strategically when they needed to avoid having their forces decimated. It meant that the invasion of Kahshara was going much slower than anticipated and at a much bigger cost of orc lives.

But Grimnor downplayed the significance of this. “It was too easy before. Orcs are born to fight in war. Not just slaughter weaklings and take their women. If the elves didn’t put up a fight, the pillaging of this world and the taking of its elf maidens would not be properly earned. Let the elves put up a decent fight, and our names will be sung for generations as the orcs that defeated the mighty elves and avenged our ancestors from so many thousands of years ago who were purged from this world by the elves. We will avenge them and capture enough elf slaves to last us generations.” Despite his downplaying of the elves mounting of a defense. Grimnor said he would send word to some of the other clans to Kahshara and have them send more warriors to back up Rimek.

Vagrat than reported on the buildup of forces at the border between Argothrond and Senadorei, to the east. Though smaller geographically in size to Kahshara, Senadorei was much more populated and more powerful. And numerous elf kingdoms had sent many thousands of troops there and to the border of Argothrond. Vagrat, Grimnor, and Urzkhal all knew that it was only a matter of time before war broke out at that border and it would be by far the biggest and bloodiest battle of the orcs’ invasion so far.

Vagrat reported that more and more troops from neighboring kingdoms had poured into Senadorei. But that strangely, Alyoshara, the largest and most powerful of the elven kingdoms and to Sanedorei’s west, had still not sent its troops. Vagrat reported what he had learned from his spies: The Queen of Alyoshara was seemingly delaying moving her troops and that, strangely, in recent weeks she had seemingly gone missing from sight by those in her castle, even her closest advisors. The goblins heard whispers she was perhaps sick or had gone into seclusion from fear or depression. Or perhaps fled to put more distance between herself and the orcs, though that seemed unlikely as her children were reported as remaining in her castle. It was assumed she would have taken them had she fled. The goblins had not managed to get solid information on why the queen of Alyoshara had not been seen. But then they had received word that she had emerged from her seclusion. But as of yet, she had still not sent her forces into Senadorei.

“We have nothing left to accomplish here in Bhulgobrukh or Argothrond,” Urzkhal said. “We should move our forces to the border to support the Dread Tusk Clan and be ready when the elves mount a counteroffensive. The Dread Tusk Clan has no cavalry, which could be a major disadvantage. Our cavalry will help. But separate from our own here, we have plenty of orc clans with horses and hell hounds that are currently tasked with hunting for new slaves to capture. We should move them to the front line quickly.”

Grimnor was silent for a moment but then he nodded. “Aye, we shall start moving our own forces and other clans towards the front line soon,” he replied. “Anything else to discuss?” he asked.

“Yes,” Vagrat replied. “That so-called Demoness in the Great Forest has gone quiet again,” he said. Jhilsara had heard them talking about the “Demoness” before. The “Demoness” was an elf maiden of Argothrond who was attacking small parties of orcs and goblins as they moved through the Great Forest, to or from the portal between this world and the orc world. She had gained a following and other elf maidens had joined her in attacking the orcs, but the orcs had found and captured them. But not the original Demoness. She had continued attacking orcs and goblins in the great Forest and in Argothrond near the Great Forest. And it seemed she once again had more elf maidens helping her, likely some of those whom she had rescued when she had slain orcs.

“Weren’t you sending one of your bounty hunters to get her?” Grimnor asked Vagrat.

“I did but she went quiet before he arrived,” Vagrat said. “Perhaps she was captured and enslaved by orcs that didn’t even know who she is. If we are lucky, she is already branded and collared and getting fucked or put to work. But I am sending in my bounty hunter to the border of the Great Forest to make sure she is not still out there. If she pops up again, he will be on her trail,” Vagrat said.

“Good, anything else?” Grimnor asked.

“Just one final thing,” Vagrat said. “There have been more attacks of orcs and orc settlements and bases back in Aegor,” he said, referring to the orcs’ home world. “A number of human and elves slaves have been taken from us and freed by these human upstarts.”

Grimnor gave a dismissive grunt. “These humans that seemingly disappear in thin air? The ones that no one can track?” he asked, annoyance in his voice. “These are excuses by orcs humiliated that they cannot deal with some puny humans.”

“Yes, those humans,” Vagrat confirmed. “We have heard they may have some runaway elf slaves fight with them too. I have all my resources here. I can send some back to Aegor to try and find these humans,” Vagrat offered.

But Grimnor shook his head. “No, I need all of your resources here. We are fighting a war here in Elevosia. We do not have time to concern ourselves with some human upstarts causing mischief. Let orcs who remain in Aegor deal with them. Those orcs will deal with them or I will deal with those orcs.”

Vagrat nodded. “That is all I have to report, War Chieftain.”

“Then our meeting is done,” Grimnor said. Urzkhal and Vagrat nodded and turned to depart the throne room. “Vagrat wait behind. I wanted to ask you about a personal matter,” Grimnor said. Vagrat stopped and turned to face Grimnor again as Urzkhal made his way to the exit.

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Milasae crept through the forest, a bucket of water in each hand. She had filled them from a nearby stream and they were heavy. Milasae was panting, her arms were sore, and she was sweating from her exertions. But she had insisted that she share in the burden and risk of collecting water. If others in their group were going to risk their lives or freedom, then she should too, in her mind, despite her young age.

Milasae and her mother were part of a group of elves from a village in Argothrond who had fled their village early in the invasion of the kingdom. Most in the village had decided to stay, hoping that Argothrond’s army would defeat the orcs. But Milasae and her mother had decided to flee with the small group of elves. Milasae’s father and brother were not in the village; they had volunteered to join the army that was trying to fight back against the orcs.

The refugees consisted of only few dozen elves, men, women, and children. The refugees had fled to a forest a couple days’ travel from their village in the northern part of Argothrond. They had chosen that forest for a reason. There was a large underground cave in the forest and it provided a good place to hide, they thought. And they had hidden there for months. Eventually some other refugees had wandered through the forest with the same idea and the cave refugees had taken them in. The news they learned from the new arrivals was devastating. The capital had fallen. Argothrond’s armies were destroyed. Almost every city and town had been sacked, and the orcs were sacking those that remained, with no one mounting any defense to stop them. Male elves were being slaughtered. Female elves were being enslaved. That was how Milasae and her mother learned that Milasae’s father and brother were likely dead. And that everyone else they knew outside of the refugees was likely dead or enslaved or would face that fate soon enough. If their village had not already fallen, it would soon enough.

After learning this news, the refugees had no choice but to stay in the caves. They scrounged for food in the forest, though it was getting harder and harder to find edible plants nearby. And the water in the caves was not drinkable. Meaning they had to risk leaving the caves to go to the stream that was on the edge of the forest, about a mile from the cave. Which is why Milasae was fetching water at that moment. Today it was her turn. She moved quickly, wanting to get back to the safety of the cave. The light was dim in the forest but at least that kept the hot sun away as she hauled the water. She knew the caves were close and she was eager to get back to their safety, and to be able to set the heavy buckets down.

But as she drew close to the caves, she heard gruff voices. Voices she did not recognize. She froze and listened. She could not make out what they were saying. But then she heard wailing and crying. Feminine voices. Milasae was suddenly overcame by overwhelming dread. She set down the buckets. She crouched down and slowly made her way in the direction of the voices, trying her best to stay concealed behind bushes and trees. When she got close enough to see the entrance of the cave, her heart sank. There were several dozen orcs standing outside of the entrance to the cave. They were dragging elf maidens from it. The captive elf maidens were naked, their clothing having been removed. They were bound. Milasae’s heart sank. They had been found! Her mother, her friends, all of them. And she could see only female elves. It sank in what that meant. The male elves in the cave were likely dead.

Suddenly something grabbed Milasae’s arm and she let out a frightened scream. “I found another one!” a gruff voice yelled and Milasae spun around to see that it was an orc gripping her arm, hard. She screamed again and tried to pull away but the orc slammed her into the ground. She started thrashing and squirming but the orc pinned her down. Then she heard the tear of fabric. Her clothing was being cut away. She wailed in dismay.

Milasae was soon naked. Her wrists were bound behind her back. The orc hauled her to her feet and dragged her over to join the others at the cave entrance. By this time, a number of the elf maiden captives had been pushed to the ground and were being ravaged by orcs. Including her own mother. Her mother was lying on her belly, her wrists bound behind her back like Milasae. An orc was behind her, gripping her hips which were raised in the air and the orc was violently thrusting into her from behind. He gripped her hair and he held her head up so that when Milasae passed she made eye contact with her mother. She could see the fear, pain, and despair in her eyes.

The orc that had captured Milasae pulled her past her mother and Milasae saw countless other elf maidens she knew being ravaged. Her close friends. Then suddenly Milasae was pushed onto the ground again and was flipped onto her back. Her orc captor grabbed her knees and forced her to spread her thighs. She wailed in dismay as the orc settled on top of her, positioning himself between her parted thighs. Then she felt something pushing in between the folds of her sex. “No, please!” she cried. The orc thrust hard and Milasae screamed in pain as her virginity was torn away and the orc’s large cock painfully stabbed into her. Her pussy was stretched around the orc’s thick cock. He began thrusting violently, sending more searing pain between her legs. Milasae lay limp, in a state of shock as she was ravaged by the orc.

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King Agandaur of the Kingdom of Senadorei was in a large meeting room sitting at the head of a large oval table. His wife, Queen Rallientha was on one side of him. His chief advisor, Nephinae, was on the other side. Around the table were diplomats from the various kingdoms that had sent their armies to Senadorei and the border with Argothrond.

Conspicuously missing from the room was a representative of Alyoshara, Elevosia’s most powerful elf kingdom. The topic of discussion was the flimsy excuses they continued to get from Alyoshara’s Queen Thaconia and her representatives as to why they had not yet sent in their own army to contribute to the coming war against the orcs. It was abundantly clear that Alyoshara was not intending to send its troops in the near future, if at all.

But there was a consensus around the table, as the diplomats from the other kingdoms conveyed the messages from their monarchs. They could not wait any longer. More and more orcs were gathering at the border. They had to launch their counteroffensive now. To try and crush the orcs that threatened to invade Senadorei. To try to liberate what remained for Argothrond. And to try and crush all of the orcs in Elevosia and vanquish them from this world again so that they posed no threat to every other elf kingdom. It was why there was consensus. They had been too scared to act when Argothrond invaded. And because of it, countless elves from that kingdom were dead and enslaved. And the elves as a whole were weaker with one kingdom fallen. They had to act or they would all share in Argothrond’s fate. On top of that, other kingdoms had been having some limited success fighting back against the orcs in Kahshara, which was on the other side of Argothrond. It had given the elves a glimmer of hope.

“Then we are all in agreement,” Agandaur said. “We will begin to ready the counterattack. May the Gods grant us the strength to crush the orcish threat.” There were nods and murmurs of agreement around the table.

Agandaur took a deep breath and looked to his wife. This was it. The moment they had been waiting for, for so long. He knew that the fate of his daughter, Princess Kaliene, and all of the sons and daughters of Senadorei hinged on what happened in the next few days as the elves went on the attack.

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Jhilsara watched as Urzkhal departed the throne room. As soon as he was gone, Grimnor started talking to Vagrat. “Urzkhal is a good general. My best. But he does not understand the game of politics.”

Vagrat nodded in agreement. Jhilsara was interested by the exchange. All of the orcs could be cruel and mean and strict with the slaves. But as orcs went, she had found Urzkhal better than most. He expected submission from the slaves like any orcs. But he was not sadistic like most. He was not cruel like most. If Jhilsara was a good and obedient slave and spread her legs when commanded and worked hard to be pleasing, Urzkhal was merciful with her, she had found. And it seemed that perhaps his lack of a cruel streak or the good qualities he had were seen as a weakness by Grimnor, she observed.

“I do not trust Kordoth in the slightest. And I am sure he is even more bitter that I have kept him stuck playing border patrol duty rather than participating in any real battles or any pillaging of cities,” Grimnor said. Grimnor had never liked Kordoth and despised him even more after Kordoth had unsuccessfully challenged Grimnor’s leadership over the orc horde early in the invasion of Elevosia.

“He will get his first taste of real battle soon enough when those elves come pouring across the border from Senadorei,” Vagrat replied.

“And right now, the elves significantly outnumber the Dread Tusk Clan?” Grimnor asked.

“Yes,” Vagrat confirmed. “Especially with all the additional troops the elvish kingdoms have sent in recent weeks. And as Urzkhal pointed out, the Dread Tusk Clan is at a big disadvantage with no real cavalry to speak of.”

“Then we will hold back sending our main force to the border until after the elves attack,” Grimnor said. “We will let Kordoth and his Dread Tusk Clan take the brunt of the elves’ attack. With any luck, the elves and the Dread Tusk Clan will kill each other in great numbers and weaken both. With some real luck, that treacherous bastard Kordoth will be killed himself.”

Vagrat nodded in agreement again.

“Then we will send out forces in after the first wave of elves attack. But not until then,” Grimnor said.

“I understand, War Chieftain, and agree that will take care of two problems at once. What will you tell Urzkhal?” Vagrat asked.

“It will be easy enough to delay our movement from this city and Urzkhal will not question it,” Grimnor said. “And the warriors here are only to eager to enjoy the elf cunt the city has to offer before they head to battle again.” Vagrat agreed again and he departed. “Elf cunt is a fine distraction from one’s duty.”

Grimnor grabbed Jhilsara by her hips and lifted her up, setting her down on the floor between her mother and Felaenya, who were still kneeling at his feet, Grimnor reached down to give a swat to Jhilsara’s ass. “Present yourself to be fucked, slut,” he said.

Jhilsara quickly fell forward so that she was on her hands and knees. She eagerly raised her ass higher and parted her thighs. She could feel her pussy dripping down her thigh from her intense arousal. Her heart was racing. She was so eager to get fucked.

…………….

There were cries and sobs by the elf maidens as the orcs circled them, deciding which one they would pull down next to fuck. Milasae and the other elf maiden captives from the cave were bound and hanging upside down suspended in the air. They were hanging from their ankles, with rope that had been tied to underhanging branches on a handful of large trees. It was the cruel way the orcs had decided to keep the elf maidens for the night as the orcs camped, as they made their way to back to their fort.

After Milasae’s capture, when the orcs finally had stopped ravaging her, she learned who the orcs were. There were fifty orcs in total, on patrol from a fort that the orcs had set up recently in northern Argothrond. The orcs had sent out patrols looking for slaves to serve in their fort. And they had come across the refugees in the cave. The male elves in the cave had all been killed. The very youngest elf maidens from the cave had been sent away in a separate coffle. They had avoided being stripped fully, avoided being ravaged. But the rest of the elf maidens, almost two dozen in total, had been ravaged by the orc patrol after their capture and then coffled to be led back to the fort.

They had walked all day until the orcs made camp for the night and the elf maidens had been tied suspended upside under the series of large trees. The orcs had pulled a few unlucky elf maidens down to fuck earlier. Those elf maidens were now bounded suspended under a tree again, rivulets of orc cum leaking from their ravaged orifices and oozing down their bodies in their upside-down position.

But the orcs were looking for another elf maiden to fuck before they slept for then night. An orc stepped over to Milasae. “This one is young. I bet her holes are nice and tight,” an orc remarked. “Her cunt is. I fucked her in front of the caves,” another orc remarked.

“Her ass is too,” another orc remarked.

“Sounds good to me then,” the orc in front of her said. He unfastened the ropes holding her ankles and she collapsed to the ground. “Nooo!” Milasae wailed. She was already so sore from her earlier ravishment. She could not bear the thought of being fucked again. But the orc ignored her pleas and grabbed her by her wrists, still bound behind her back and pulled her up. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her over to the campfire at the base of the tree. The orc sat down and he grabbed Milasae by her waist and lowered her over his lap. She let out a dismayed cry as she felt his thick cock pushing into her sore, swollen pussy. The orc started thrusting upward as she held her hips and bounced her up and down, his cock impaling her and spearing into her over and over.

He fucked her for a few minutes and then groaned as he climaxed. He pushed her off of him. Before she had even a moment to recover, another orc grabbed her and she was soon straddling him, being impaled by another cock painfully stretched her poor vagina, battering her cervix. The orc fucked her until he came inside her and she was passed to the next orc. And the next. Soon, she lost count of how many orcs had fucked her. She was barely unconscious, overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion.

Milasae hoped her mother was secured on the other side of one of the trees so she was facing away from the sight of her daughter being violently defiled. That was the only small thing Milasae could hope for. She was quickly losing all hope. As another orc began roughly fucking her, Milasae wondered If death that the male elves in the cave had suffered would have been the better fate. She knew that this was how she would spend the rest of her life, being ravaged by cruel orcs. As the next orc began violently thrusting into her, stabbing her poor tender vagina with his massive cock, Milasae was sure of it. Death would have been a better fate than this.

…………….

It was nighttime when the dove arrived at the military camp with the message tied to its leg. Rhyarania was given the message by her lieutenant, Kalsara. Rhyarania was the Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Onnathyr. The heir to father’s throne. And she was also a general in its army. She had convinced her father to let her join the elves’ counteroffensive to liberate Argothrond and vanquish the orcs from their world. She and her troops were stationed near the border of Argothrond, which was to the west of Onnathyr. And Onnathyr was north of Senadorei where the bulk of the even armies would launch their counterattack into Argothrond. But Rhyarania and her forces were to launch a second front from Onnathyr. And she had just been delivered the message. The counteroffensive was imminent. She was eager to take the fight to the orcs.

…………….

It was morning. Yarai stumbled as her leash was pulled by the orc. She had been ravaged again that morning. That is how she woke up, with the orc thrusting inside her. That is how she had fallen asleep the night before too. But being ravaged was not the thought that brought her dread. She was being taken back to the farm camp. And a brutal death that awaited her there, so an example could be made of her as to what happened to runaways. She was young, having barely reached adulthood. And this is how her life would prematurely end. Her young life cut much too short and in a brutal away. Yarai stumbled again as the leash was yanked, forcing her to keep moving. But suddenly the orc stopped.

“Greetings, Master,” a voice called. “Have you come to speak with our Master?” a female voice called out. Yarai looked up and in front of her past her orc captor. There was a naked blonde-haired elf maiden standing in the path, a collar around her throat. The orc gave the blonde slave a puzzled look. “Who are you? Who is your Master?” he growled.

“The orc, Grogmool,” the elf maiden replied.

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?” the orc growled.

Suddenly, Yarai saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned. There was another naked elf maiden, this one brunette. She had been crouched behind a bush but had just risen and stepped out from behind it. This eld maiden was holding a bow with a notched arrow pointing right at the orc. 

The orc turned towards the other elf maiden just as the arrow was loosed. The arrow buried itself in his throat. The orc dropped Yarai’s leash and clutched his throat with both hands as blood poured form the gaping wound left by the arrow still buried in his throat. He fell to the ground, gargling as he tried to breath or speak. And then he fell silent and still. He was dead.

Yarai looked between the two elf maidens, utterly confused. The brunette elf maiden lowered her bow and hurried over to Yarai. She reached behind Yarai and started untied the rope that bound her wrists.

“You are safe now,” the brunette elf maiden said as the blonde eld maiden joined them and gave a reassuring pat on Yarai’s shoulder.

“Who are you?” Yarai asked them.

The brunette spoke. “I am Jeardra. Though the orcs call me ‘The Demoness.’ And this is my friend, Vissina. She is a fellow Demoness.”

Yarai gave them both another confused look.

“I was a victim of the orcs like you,” Jeardra said. “But I was lucky. Elves saved me from the fate of slavery. And now I am doing the same for others. Saving those I can and killing as many orcs and goblins as I can along the way. We were doing this near the great Forest in Argothrond. Not just the two of us. Many others have joined us. But the orcs began sending too many patrols trying to capture us. So, we travelled through the Great Forest to Kahshara. We are here now to rescue everyone we can.”

Jeardra looked at Yarai. She was very young. Way too young to be considered as a recruit for the Demonesses. So Jeardra would not offer the chance to join and would instead lead her to safety. She gently took Yarai’s hand and squeezed it, trying to reassure the young elf maiden. “Come, we will help you to the southern border where you can cross into Bromendier where there will be elves that can help you and take care of you.”

Yarai suddenly leaned forward and hugged Jeardra, sobbing. “Thank you:” she cried. Yarai realized she might make it to Bromendier after all. Her mother’s sacrifice would actually mean something.

Jeardra’s own eyes teared up as Yarai hugged her and cried. As much as she loved killing orcs and goblins, this meant more to her. Saving young elf maidens like this from brutal slavery. She knew she could only save a small number, insignificant in comparison to the large numbers of elf maidens that were being captured and enslaved every day. But at least she would make a difference for the ones she rescued.

“Come let’s get you to the border,” Jeardra said and she and Vissina began leading Yarai south.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)