The Tale of Jhilsara: Part 2 – The Elf Counteroffensive

Grimnor had announced he wanted to tour Bhulgobrukh and see the ongoing progress in breaking and training slaves. It was just a ruse to delay a little longer the mobilizing of the orcs there to head to the border between Argothrond and Senadorei. Grimnor wanted the elves amassing there to attack before his forces arrive, and to kill or weaken Grimnor’s rival, Kordoth, or at least weaken his Dread Tusk Clan.

Grimnor took Jhilsara and Neia with him as he toured Bhulgobrukh. Jhilsara witnessed the fate that befell the elf maidens of her father’s former capitol. They had suffered the same fate as her or worse. Thankfully, many were like her and had come well along in their breaking and conditioning and had started to accept their fates.

Grimnor finished his tour and before he entered the castle again he decided to have some fun with the two former princesses. He was seated in a big wooden chair, his pants removed, and he had just made Neia use her mouth to get him erect. But then he shoved her head down and ordered her to worship his balls. Neia began slathering his sweaty, wrinkled balls with her tongue. Grimnor allowed her to do this for several minutes and then he shoved her away completely.

Grimnor pointed to his erect cock jutting out in the air and ushered Jhilsara over. “Get on my lap and straddle my cock, slut,” he ordered her. As Jhilsara climbed onto the orc war chieftain’s lap, Grimnor continued. “I like making you ride my cock,” he told her. “You were so young and innocent when we took you. Desperately trying in vain to clamp your thighs shut to avoid being ravaged. Now look at you. So eager to ride orc cock.”

Jhilsara knew she could not honestly dispute Grimnor’s words even if she would have dared to challenge the words of an orc Master. She wrapped her arms around Grimnor’s neck. Grimnor reached out to cup her breasts and then roughly grope them, which caused Jhilsara to moan. His hands slid around her back and down to grab her ass as he pulled he up and then over his cock. Jhilsara felt his cock pushing in between her folds and she lowered her hips, her slick cunt plunging down onto to his cock until it fully impaled her. Jhilsara moaned again as her insides were stretched around his massive cock. It hurt a little but it also felt so, so good.

His hands gripping her ass cheeks hard, Grimnor began lifting her up and then pulling her down rapidly, slamming her body up and down on his massive cock. He groaned in pleasure at the feel of her velvety, warm, slick, cunt tightly squeezing his cock as she rode him.

Grimnor turned to Neia. “Slave, reward your slave sister for having suck a slick cunt. Gut your tongue in her ass.”

Humiliated and disgusted at what she had been ordered to do, Neia’s cheeks reddened but she immediately whimpered, “Yes, Master.” She hurried over and pushed her face in between her sister’s ass cheeks. She struggled to keep her face in line with Jhilsara’s ass as her sister bounced up and down on Grimnor’s cock. So Neia just stuck her tongue out and let it slide up and down Jhilsara’s ass crack, flicking at her tight little anus every time it slid past her tongue. Jhilsara was in such ecstasy from sliding up and down on Grimnor’s cock that she hardly noticed her sister’s tongue. She started bouncing up and down faster, desperate for an orgasm.

Grimnor rewarded her by reaching down and cupping the front of her pubic area and using his thumb to tease and rub her swollen, protruding clit. Jhilsara gasped from the intense and sudden jolt of arousal that caused and within seconds she came hard, gasping and then crying out as her pussy clenched around Grimnor’s thrusting cock, and her whole body began to shake.

Grimnor continued pumping into Jhilsara from below, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her in, her breasts crushed against his check. With Grimnor now doing most of the work from below as he thrust up into her, Jhilsara was not bouncing as much and Neia was able to push her face in deeper between Jhilsara’s ass chicks and worm her tongue around, pushing it into her anus,. Grimnor roared as he climaxed and when his orgasm finally subsided, he stopped thrusting. He pushed Neia’s head away from Jhilsara’s ass and pulled Jhilsara off his lap. She was ordered on her knees in front of him and to lick his clock clean. Jhilsara did so without hesitation. She actually enjoyed licking up her own cunt cream. When his cock was cleaned, Grimnor ordered Jhilsara and Neia to kiss. The two sisters pushed their mouths together and kissed deeply, letting their tongues dance in each other’s mouths. Jhilsara was in such bliss post orgasm that she did not mind at all kissing her sister or having a tongue in her mouth that had just been in her own ass. She was in heaven.

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It was chaos. The sounds of metal clashing against metal and dying screams rang out. Screams of orcs and elves alike. The elves had poured across the border from Senadorei into Argothrond at daybreak. Kordoth’s Dread Tusk Clan was at the border and engaged the attacking elves.

Kordoth knew they were coming. He was prepared. Or so he thought. The elves were better disciplined now. Better trained. Better equipped. Their lines did not break when the orcs charged them. For the first time in the war, the elves seemed ready to fight. The elvish formations were pushing the orcs back. The orcs charged in, trying to cut down the elves, break their lines, scatter them Each time, the orcs managed to slay many elves but there were eventually beaten back. There were just too many elves. The elves maintained their formations and discipline and fought the orcs back.

Making matters worse, Kordoth’s clan had few cavalry. Grimnor had kept most of the horses the orcs captured and all of the centaurs. The elvish cavalry therefore could not be countered well and was largely effective and had chopped down many advancing orcs. The orcs were also unable to effectively counter the elvish archers, who had superior bows and skill to the orcs’ archers and the elven archers rained down hell upon the orcs with volley after volley of arrows. The orcs had no way of countering the threat the archers posed. The elven archers remained safely behind the lines of elvish infantry that the orcs could not break.

It certainly was no crushing defeat by the orcs. Looking at the bodies littering the ground, it appeared to Kordoth that as many if not more elves were dead than orcs. But not by much if at all. And the elvish army was much bigger, by a large number. They could afford to suffer way more losses than the orcs.

When the elves had charged across the border, Kordoth had himself rushed to the vanguard, eager for glory in battle. His lieutenants Kraregg and Mekmal had charged in with him. It was then that Kordoth learned how much of a threat this elvish army posed. Kraregg was dead. Mekmal and Kordoth were both wounded. Kordoth was bleeding badly from his shoulder when an elvish arrow had pierced his armor. He had a cut across his face from an elvish sword, where Kordoth had narrowly managed to dodge the elf’s attack and only received the cut across his face. It sunk in for Kordoth that if he had reacted a split second later he would not just be bleeding from his face; he would be dead.

After being wounded, Kordoth had reluctantly retreated from the vanguard. Without his leadership in the vanguard, the orcs were doing even more poorly. The elves were slowly but surely pushing them back. Kordoth could not believe it. The elves were actually winning. He cursed Grimnor. They had been requesting reinforcements for weeks. Those reinforcements still had not come. When the battle began, Kordoth thought that Grimnor’s delay would play to his advantage. Kordoth would take all the glory as the orcs defeated the biggest elf army to march into battle in the entire war. Instead, he was facing defeat. Kordoth was faced with two unthinkable choices. Retreat or be destroyed. Kordoth reluctantly ordered his aides to blow their horns. It signified to retreat. He started to fall back along with the other orcs. Perhaps the elves would give chase, he thought and provide him with a window of opportunity. If the elves spread out too much and divided their forces, the orcs might be able to regain the upper hand.

But as the orcs fell back, General Thuridan of Senadorei, who commanded the combined forces of the elvish armies in Senadorei, screamed his commands and it was passed down the lines by his officers. The elves held their position,. They did not pursue the retreating orcs. Thuridan knew that to do so could allow them to provide a crushing defeat to the orcs but was also a potential disaster if their lines spread too thin and they lost the advantage of their disciplined formation that the orcs could not break. The elves would relish this victory and regroup to prepare for the next battle as the orcs retreated back away from the Argothrond border.

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Jeardra moved through the building, checking the bodies of the orcs, making sure they were all dead. She had with her a dozen elf maidens and they were doing the same. All of them were elves she had helped rescue previously. All of them were naked, wearing collars that they had put on to disguise themselves. They carried scythes and axes, like so many of the slaves the orcs kept in Kahshara to farm and chop wood.

The handful of orcs that were in here had not realized Jeardra and the other elf maidens were not slaves until they were getting chopped down. It appeared the orcs had set up a small scouting or lookout post here. Before the orcs had seized this building for that use, it had once been a home. After slaying the orcs, Jeardra and her crew had found three elf maidens. A mother and two daughters who had once lived in this home with a father and brothers who were now dead. They had been doomed to spend the rest of their lives as slaves. But then the elf Demonesses had come and changed their fate for the better and slain the cruel orcs that had subjected them to such cruelty.

Vissina was now talking to them. Likely offering them two choices. If they wanted, the Demonesses would guide them to the border with Bromendier where they could find refuge. Or they could join the Demonesses. Jeardra could not hear their discussion with Vissina, but she assumed they would choose the former, not the latter. The daughters were young. Jeardra assumed the mother would be focused on only one thing: protecting her daughters and bringing them to safety. It was what Jeardra herself would have done if she had daughters. She had only decided to slay orcs and try to rescue as many elves as she could, becoming the “Demoness” along the way, because she had already lost everything. Her husband had been slain in the city of Salelenor in Argothrond, the city that had once been her home before the orcs invaded. Jeardra had been taken, ravaged, and beaten. The cruel treatment had caused her to lose the baby that was growing in her womb. It had sent Jeardra on this path of revenge. The only thing that brought any light to her life was slaying orcs and rescuing elves so that they might avoid the cruel fate that the elves of Salelenor had faced.

Vissina finished speaking with three rescued elf maidens and came over to speak with Jeardra. “They wish to go to Bromendier,” she told Jeardra, confirming what Jeardra had guessed would be their choice. “But they also told me some useful information. Apparently yesterday, some other orcs were here to speak with the orcs we have slain. These other orcs were apparently slave hunters. The mother said there were about a half dozen of them but she thinks there may be more at their base. They have apparently set up camp in a small, abandoned settlement a few miles north of here. Based on what those orcs told the orcs here, it sounds like they have many elf maiden captives and are planning to deliver them to a farm labor camp.

“Then it sounds like we have some elf maidens to rescue,” Jeardra said. “We can send Aenwyn to escort those three to the border. The rest of us will head north to this settlement at nightfall.” She looked at the sun, knowing nightfall would not be too long. Jeardra was looking forward to killing more orcs and rescuing more elves.

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The ground was littered with hundreds of dead orcs. And a few elves, and Rhyarania’s troops were tending to their dead and wounded. But they had lost surprisingly few. Rhyarania had expected they would suffer much greater losses. It seemed that they had caught the orcs of guard. Her forces had greatly outnumbered the orcs here. It seemed this northern region of Argothrond was being patrolled by a small orc clan that called themselves the Nightbone Clan. These orcs seemed more like scavengers and raiders than hardened warriors. They been focused on catching slaves and preventing elves from fleeing from Argothrond into Onnathyr. These orcs seemed ill prepared for battle and Rhyarania’s forces had caught them off guard.

The battle could not have gone better for the elves, Rhyarania thought. She had just received a messenger bird from the much larger elvish army south in Senadorei. They too had achieved a victory, pushing the orcs back from the border and slaying many orcs. They had also suffered a number of losses, as was expected, and many more than Rhyarania’s forces had lost. The orcs in the south were more hardened warriors, seemingly sent to the border at least in part to counter the elvish army that had amassed there. But from the message Rhyarania had received, the orcs had not stopped the elvish army from advancing. The elves were now advancing on two fronts, the Senadorei combined forces from the south and Rhyarania’s troops from the north.

Rhyarania’s army had captured only a very small handful of orcs. It was apparent that orcs preferred to die than surrender. Most had refused to surrender and had fought to the death. Still, the handful of orcs that Rhyarania’s forces had managed to capture might have useful information. They were heavily chained and would soon be transported back to Onnathyr.

Rhyarania was looking forward to advancing further into Argothrond. There were lots of orcs to defeat and elves to liberate.

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Jhilsara, Neia, Velatha, and Felaenya were all in the throne room serving orc and goblin masters. Grimnor had invited his generals and other high-ranking officers to enjoy some royal elf cunt before the orcs departed Bhulgobrukh to head to Argothrond’s border with Senadorei. The slaves were all busy servicing the officers.

Velatha, Felaenya, and Neia were all on all fours, in a row, all moaning as orc cocks plunged in and out of their cunts from behind. Velatha’s and Felaenya’s moans were stifled as orcs were also standing in front of them fucking their mouths. Neia’s mouth and throat were cock free at the moment, but Jhilsara assumed another orc would soon make his way over to her to make use of her mouth.

Jhilsara meanwhile had been separated from her slave sisters. She was against a wall on one side of the room, some goblins circling her. A goblin had just gotten done fucking her, his cum oozing down h er thigh, and now another goblin was playing with her tits as he readied to fuck her next. The goblin’s hands cupper her breasts then lifting them. “I love pert little elf tits,” he remarked. Then he lifted his hands back and gives her breasts a hard smack, making Jhilsara yelp.

The goblin was done playing with his toy. He pulled her down so that she was on all fours and he positioned behind her. Jhilsara trembled with anticipation and parted her legs wide, so eager to be fucked. She was rewarded a moment later as the goblin’s cock rammed inside her needy slave cunt and she gasped and then moaned loudly. A goblin cock was not nearly as big as an orc cock but it still felt so good as the goblin began plunging his cock in and out of her wet sex. The goblin even increased Jhilsara’s own pleasure by sliding his hand around her hip to begin rubbing her clit with his fingers. Jhilsara barely lasted a minute before she exploded with an intense orgasm, screaming out in pleasure as she came.

The goblin kept thrusting, his cock making loud, wet squelching noise as his cock drove in and out of her. His fingers continued rubbing and teasing her clit. Her clit was oversensitive at first after she had just orgasmed and it was a little painful and uncomfortable as his fingers continued rubbing it. But the pain quickly faded and the pleasure quickly returned, and she ached for another orgasm. The goblin’s fingers continued teasing her clit and his cock pounded her slick cunt until she felt an inferno in her loins.

The goblin orgasmed and he was done. His cock slid from her cunt and his fingers were removed from her clit. Jhilsara whimpered in protest; she had been so close to cumming a second time but had not received that award. Thankfully, she did not have to wait long before another goblin positioned behind and his cock slid into her pussy. She moaned loudly but her moans were cut off as another goblin positioned in front of her and pushed his cock past her lips and down her throat. The goblins began thrusting in an alternating rhythm and Jhilsara was in bliss as she was fucked from both ends, just like her mother and sister nearby. Her back arched and her hips began shaking and then her whole body bucked as Jhilsara was once again on the verge of cumming. When her orgasm hit her, she moaned into the cock down her throat, her whole body shuddering from the waves of intense please.

Grimnor sat on his throne and watched his officers fucking the moaning elf sluts. He had fucked both his queen slaves’ asses not long before, but listening to the slapping flesh and hearing the slaves moan had him aroused again. He debated which slave he would fuck and which hole.

As he pondered this decision, Vagrat entered the throne room and headed straight for Grimnor, delivering a message in his ear. Grimnor smiled and nodded. The elves had poured over the border and attacked Kordoth and his Dread Tusk Clan. When the orcs and goblins were finished fucking his royal slaves, Grimnor would let them know. Grimnor knew what he would say. He would express confidence that Kordoth would handle these puny elves until their own forces arrived to support him. Then of course, if Kordoth failed to hold them back, Grimnor would place the blame on him. And with any luck, Kordoth was dead. And if not, hopefully he would be humiliated and discredited after suffering a major defeat.

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Jeardra and the other demonesses snuck into the small settlement in the dead of the night. It appeared to have been a small farming community, perhaps just a handful of families. There were only a few homes all huddled together and a barn next to it, surrounded by what Jeardra assumed had been fields of wheat or other grain. The fields were bare now, presumably ransacked by the invading orcs.

There was not a soul milling about as the demonesses moved quietly into the settlement. They were naked and their scythes and axes with them again so they would pretend to be labor slaves if any orcs or goblins came across them. But they ran into no orcs or goblins until they reached the buildings. Jeardra crept up to the first home and to a window. She circled the home, peering into each widow, but saw no signs of life. Others did the same with the other homes. Vissina silently motioned the others over and whispered to them. She had looked through a window of one of the homes and saw orcs sleeping inside.

Jeardra crept to the home and peered into the window. There was dim lighting from a candle and Jeardra made out four orcs, sleeping on furs on the floor. She moved to the door and tested the handle. It was unlocked. Vissina, and three others other elves moved in behind Jeardra, their weapons raised.

Jeardra opened the door and they silently moved inside. The orcs slept soundly, oblivious as the elves closed in around them.

It was over almost instantly. The elves crouched down in front of the orcs and then simultaneously used their blades or axes to slice open the throats of the orcs. A couple of them thrashed around, gargling blood for a few seconds before they expired. The others did not even offer that much resistance. The orcs were all dead in a few moments.

The demonesses had been told these were slave hunters and they had captive elf maidens. They had not found any elf maidens in the homes. They decided to check the barn. In one of the windows, they could see cattle huddled together in a pen. The light was too dim to see much so the circled around to the other side. Through that window, they saw the elf maidens. Almost two dozen, naked and huddled together in another pen. They were lying on the dirt and hay floor of the barn, seemingly sleeping.

Jeardra could not see into the interior of the barn from the windows. She knew there was risk. There could be a lot more orcs in the barn, guarding the slaves. But it was a risk they would have to take. They moved to the double doors and Vissina opened them.

At once, a voice called out. An orc. “My shift over already?” the orc called out, seemingly assuming it was other orcs to relieve him of guard duty. Presumably the orcs, the Demonesses had just slain. But the orc quickly made out the figures standing in the doorway from the moonlight shining from outside. “What the fuck!” he growled.

Jeardra and the other Demonesses poured into the barn towards the voice. Their eyes quickly adjusted to the dark as they charged towards the voice. There was only one orc, who was running to grab his own axe. He was hacked to death by a dozen elf maidens. His screams rang out but it did not matter. He was the last orc in the settlement,. There was no one to come to his aid.

At this point, alarmed and confused voices were ringing out from the pen in the bar. Confused elf maidens, not sure what was going on. But when the door to their pen opened, they saw the elf maiden Demonesses and knew they were saved. The captives were led from the bar. Then the cattle too. The cattle would be free to roam so they did not starve trapped in the barn. Most of the Demonesses began to lead the freed elf maidens away. They maidens would be escorted to safety and then given the choice. To head to the safety that Bromendier provided. Or join the Demonesses to fight the orcs and rescue more elves.

Jeardra and a couple others stayed behind. They set the buildings on fire. The orcs would no longer be using this as a base to hold capture elf maidens. The orc bodies would burn up in the buildings but Jeardra knew that any orcs that found them would likely still be able to determine they had been killed. Let the orcs find out.

It was time that the orcs invading and raping and pillaging Kahshara learned that they would not be safe. The Demonesses were here to wreak vengeance on them.

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“Keep digging, sluts!” an orc screamed angrily. There was a crack of a whip and pained cries from an elf maiden. Milasae pushed past her exhaustion as she kept digging into the dirt. She glanced up. The pit they were digging had to be over twenty feet deep now. The ‘fuck pit’ the orcs called it. Milasae was overwhelmed with dread any time she thought about the name and what she assumed the purpose of this pit would be. And what that meant for her.

Milasae and her fellow elf maiden refugees from the cave had been led in a coffle and had walked for over a day to a large wooden fort that had been constructed in northern Argothrond. They were promptly collared and branded and put to work digging this pit in the middle of the fort. They had been digging for a few days now. Milasae’s thigh was still throbbing from the pain from the branding she had received that morning. She was caked in dirt and sweat from her exertions.

They had been given slave gruel to each morning and each night. They were occasionally given brief water breaks but Milasae though it must have been hours since they had last been given one. Milasae’s throat was parched. But she dared not beg for water. Any time an elf maiden spoke, she was whipped and told to get back to work. Milasae was digging beside her mother but the two did not dare to exchange words. The close proximity with her mother provided at least a shred of comfort for Milasae in this nightmare.

The elf maidens continued digging. Milasae felt like she was on the verge of collapse. They only got a few hours of sleep each night. She didn’t think she could go much longer this day. But then one of the orcs down in the pit yelled. “Aright sluts, that is deep enough! Stop your digging!” Milasae collapsed to her knees, panting. She looked around. The pit they had dug into the earth had to be over twenty feet deep now, and at least fifty feet in diameter. A rope ladder was thrown down and more orcs began climbing down. They started to collect the elf maidens’ shovels to take them up the ladder and out of the pit. A couple troughs were lowered into the put. Orcs came down the ladder with buckets. Some with water and some with slave gruel. The troughs were filled with water and gruel and the slaves were told to go eat. Milasae and the other slaves hurried around the toughs dipping their faces into them like animals to slurp up water and gruel. Milasae was too hungry to care that she was eating like an animal. As if the brand of her treatment by the orcs wasn’t emphasis enough that she as now a mere animal in their eyes.

The elf maidens were given a few minutes to eat and drink. But as Milasae lifted up her head she saw that more and more orcs had climbed down in the pit. And then her fears as to its purpose were confirmed.

The orcs moved over to the elf maidens huddled around the troughs and Milasae watched in horror as an orc grabbed an elf maiden, a friend of hers named Tsarra, and dragged her away from the trough. Tsarra cried out as the orc climbed on top of her. Soon orcs began grabbing all of the elf maidens. Milasae watched as a pair of orcs grabbed her mother. And then suddenly an orc seized her.

“Noo!” Milasae wailed as he started to drag her to another area of the pit. She had been ravaged so many times already since her capture. She was so sore already and could not bear the thought of being ravaged again. But the orc weas not concerned with what Milasae wanted or didn’t want. He pushed her onto her knees and then pushed ger forward so that her face and breasts were mashed into the dirt, her ass raised. Milasae tried to pull away but the orc held her down. Th orc spit on his hand a couple times and then stroked his erect cock to lube it up a little, though not nearly enough for what he planned to do. Milasae felt the orc’s cock slide in between her ass cheeks and then push against her anus. Her eyes flew wide open in a panic and she squealed. She started bucking, desperate to fight what was about to happen but the orc held her down and began to force his cock into her ass. Milasae howled like a banshee as the orc forced his cock fully into her ass. She felt like her ass was being torn to shreds. The orc began thrusting, slowly at first but then more quickly, causing stabs of pains through Milasae’s rectum. The orc stopped thrusting for a moment and he sat back, pulling Milasae onto his lap with her back against his chest. The orc grabbed her thighs and pushed them apart making her spread them wide. And that was when Milasae saw another orc lumbering over her. He crouched down and settled in between her splayed thighs. Milasae wailed again as the orc settled on top of her and lined his cock up with her slit. He started to push his cock inside her and after a few hard thrusts, had fully embedded his cock into her sex. Now both orcs began thrusting in rhythm, stabbing their cocks into both her pussy and ass. Milasae wailed, her head shaking back and forth from the pain and humiliation as she was penetrated by two orcs at once.

Since her capture, Milasae had experienced so many violations by the orcs. Both her ass and pussy had been ravaged humorous times. But this was her first experience having both orifices violated at the same time. Her pussy felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly. Her ass felt like it was on fire. She lay their limp as she was subjected to a barrage of duel thrusting into her sore, ravaged orifices. The orcs pounded into her ravaged holes, her frail body bouncing in between their bodies.

The orcs continued thrusting into her pussy and ass, grunting loudly as they ravaged her. All around Milasae, the other refugees from the cave, now slaves in a fuck pit were similarly being ravaged, each by one or more orcs. As the orcs continued forcing themselves on Milasae, her pained cries had quieted to soft whimpers. She just prayed it was over soon, and eventually the orc thrusting into her pussy groaned and his cock throbbed inside her, spurting his seed deep into her womb. A few moments later, the orc behind her orgasmed and sent another load of cum into her bowels. The orcs withdrew from Milasae’s body and left her in the dirt,, their cum oozing from her ravaged holes. Milasae cried softly, in shock at what had just happened.

Bur her ordeal was not over. Not even close. Suddenly, Milasae felt an orc grab her and pin her down on her back. As he pried her knees apart and settled on top of her between her splayed thighs, Milasae realized what was happening and she let out another sorrowful wail. Her wail turned to a sharp cry as soon as her sore, ravaged pussy was violated by yet another orc cock. “Please no!” she cried. The orc ignored her plea, and pulled back, hos cock pulling out of her almost fully before he thrust back into her savagely, making Milasae scream out. The orc began thrusting hard, again and again, establishing a fierce rhythm, fucking Milasae with all the force he could muster. Pressed into the dirt, Milasae lay their limp. Her cheek pressed to the dirt so her face was turned away from the orc forcing himself on her; she did not want to see his cruel grin as he ravaged her.

The orc apparently wanted more of a rection from the slave and he started slamming his hips forward even harder, his cock driving into her with full force. He was rewarded by more sharp cries from Milasae. He fucked her for ten long minutes, which seemed like an eternity for Milasae before he finally climaxed inside her and climbed off of her limp body, leaving her crying again in the dirt.

But Milasae was given no time to recover. She was pulled onto her hands and knees and a pair of orc hands grabbed her hips. She felt another orc cock behind forced into her ass and she threw her head back and screamed in agony. Her scream rang out until an orc moved in front of her and forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat, cutting off her pained protests. Milasae fell into a state of shock as she was reamed form both ends by the pair of orcs, her body bouncing in between them.

This continued on and on. Milasae was ravaged over and over, with no breaks in between. The other elf maiden slaves in the pit suffered the same. There were lots of orcs in the fort. All eager to use the new elf sluts in the fuck pit. It was not until a dozen more orcs used her that Milasae realized fully what the fuck pit was and that this is what she would experience for the rest of her life.

(End of Part 2, to be continued...)