The Tale of Jhilsara: Part 3 – Paying for the Sins of the Mother

Jhilsara and Neia were scrubbing the floor in one of the castle kitchens. They may have been former princesses, now owned by the most powerful orc in all of the orc horde and wearing golden collars, but they were still lowly slaves and expected to scrub and sweep and clean like any other elf chattel.

But then suddenly the door to the kitchen flew open and two orcs stormed in. “Which one do you think Grimnor prefers?” one of the orcs said to the other.

“Probably the younger one,” the other orc said and the first orc nodded in agreement.

Jhilsara’s heart began to race. It sounded like Grimnor wanted to use her. Fuck her. A task infinitely more thrilling for her than scrubbing the floor. Jhilsara glanced over at Neia and she could see the disappointment in her sister’s eyes that she had not been chosen. They both thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by strong orcs. The first orc grabbed Jhilsara by the arm and hauled her feet. He took her from the kitchen and started pulling her through the castle corridors and eventually to the throne room.

When they arrived, it sank in for Jhilsara that she had not been brought here to be fucked by Grimnor. Grimnor was not in the center of the room at his throne. Instead, he was off to the side, standing next to the wooden whipping post that had been set up against one wall. Velatha was kneeling at Grimnor’s feet in a state of distress, pleading with him. “Please Master, I beg you, I will take the punishment! Please, Master, I beg forgiveness!” she cried.

“Yes, you will be punished, slut!” Grimnor growled. He turned and saw Jhilsara being led over. “You will be punished by having your slave sister here beaten.”

Jhilsara’s heart dropped and she choked back a sob when it sank in why she had been brought here. It was not to be fucked. She was the slave sister to be whipped as punishment for some perceived transgression by her mother. Jhilsara was taken straight over to the whipping post. It was a simple device, a vertical wooden post with cuffs on each side at the top where a slave’s wrists could be secured. Jhilsara was pushed against the post, her belly and chest pressed to the post with her back and rear exposed. The orc pulled her wrists up and cuffed them so that they were secured high above her head. She was now helpless to whatever punishment the orcs would inflict on her.

“Slave, you will count out as your slave sister is whipped,” Grimnor told Velatha. He then turned to another orc who was holding a slave whip, one designed to cause pain and punishment but not permanent damage or to be lethal; it had five leather straps and if swung hard enough could break the skin but not slice too deeply into the flesh. “You can begin, Borug,” Grimnor said. “I think the slave should have her ass whipped.”

Jhilsara cried softly as she braced herself to have her rear end thrashed. She did not bother pleading for mercy. She knew that it would do her no good and it might even provoke Grimnor to add additional lashes. Chained to the post with her back to Borug, Jhilsara stood there tense and waiting, her heart pounded with fearful anticipation, not knowing when exactly the first lash would bite into her tender flesh.

The orc Borug drew back the whip. He swung his arm and the whip spliced through the air. With a loud crack, the leather strands slashed into the upper summit of her ass cheeks and her lower back. The flesh of Jhilsara’s buttocks rippled from the impact and her whole body jerked from the pain. Her back arched and she let out a pained cry. The fierce sting did not diminish right away and Jhilsara’s hips jerked as she shook her ass, desperately trying in vain to make the intense pain fade.

“One,” Velatha whimpered, counting the stroke, looking with sorrow at the dark weals that instantly appeared across the flesh of her daughter’s lower back and rear end. The orc swung the whip a second time. It sliced through the air and struck Jhilsara’s ass with a loud crack, leaving more red lines across her ass cheeks, a little lower than the prior ones. Jhilsara’s body stiffened and then her hips began jerking from the scalding bite across her rear end and she let out another pained cry. Jhilsara’s hips continued lunging and jerking from the fiery hot pain as Velatha whimpered, “Two.” Neither Jhilsara, Velatha, nor even Borug knew how many lashes Jhilsara would get. She would be whipped until Grimnor was appeased.

Borug paused, letting Jhilsara fearfully anticipate the next lash while he decided where exactly he would lay the next strike. He reached back and swung, this time, slicing the whip across the center curve of Jhilsara’s ass cheeks. There was a loud crack as the leather strands wrapped around and bit into Jhilsara’s ass cheeks. Jhilsara’s eyes flew open as her body bucked from the pained and she let out a pained wail. “Three,” Velatha whimpered, looking sorrowfully as more dark red lines are painted across the pail flesh of her daughter’s rear end.

Borug let the fourth strike fly without any pause or delay, across the lower curve of Jhilsara’s ass. She cried out, tears now pouring down her cheeks and a choking sob escaped her throat. The pain was becoming overwhelming. “Four,” Velatha sobbed, tears pouring down her own cheeks as she was forced to helplessly watch her daughter being whipped.

Borug sent the fifth lash across her lower ass again, purposely striking the area he had just hit with the fourth lash, knowing it would still be stinging fiercely. Jhilsara wailed in agony as her whole body thrashed and shook around from the intense agonizing sting. Her entire ass felt like it was on fire and the fierce sting was hardly diminishing in between the lashes. “Five,” Velatha cried. She dared not beg Grimnor to stop but she looked at him pleadingly. However, Grimnor was not looking at Velatha; he focused on Jhilsara’s ass, striped with red and purple welts.

With the sixth stroke, Jhilsara began sobbing loudly, her whole body convulsing. Velatha had barely counted it off when the seventh stroke landed with a loud crack across her ass cheeks. Jhilsara screamed in pain, her body jerking and spasming from the pain yet again. “Please, Master!” she sobbed, the pain overwhelming her and making her try to beg for mercy.

“Seven,” Velatha whimpered. Borug sent the whip flying, slashing it into ass again. Jhilsara wailed in pain, her whole body jerking before she fell limp, hanging from her wrists, sobbing, her chest heaving. Velatha had not even finished counting it off when Borug thrashed her ass again and again, making Velatha count to ten quicky. Jhilsara cried out but she barely moved, still hanging limp from her wrists.

Grimnor intended to keep going but Vagrat entered the throne room. Grimnor raised his hand to direct Borug to pause. Jhilsara’s ass was so covered in welts that there was not a spot across it that was not covered in ugly purple or red lines and welts. A few drops of blood slid down her cheeks and thighs were the skin had broken. “Enough,” Grimnor said. “Leave here there.” He looked down at Velatha. “You, crawl to the throne and kneel at my feet,” he commanded and she started to heading towards the throne. Velatha followed on her hands and feet.

When Grimnor reached the throne, he sat down and Velatha knelt at his feet. She was frowning and sulking; she could not even pretend to be pleasant and happy given what had just occurred to her poor daughter.

As soon as Grimnor was seated, Vagrat addressed him. The fighting at the border between Argothrond and Senadorei had been intense and bloody. Kordoth and his Dread Tusk clan had sustained heavy losses and had been pushed back from the border. Grimnor gave a grim frown as he was delivered the news but was just for show; internally, he was smiling. His rival Kordoth was apparently alive but likely humiliated. And Grimnor would see that the events discredited and weakened Kordoth.

The attack on the main front was not the only news. Another army of elves was advancing from Onnathyr in the north of Senadorei into Argothrond and had pushed back the Nightbone Clan, which was tasked with finding and capturing slaves in Argothrond. “We will begin mobilizing and will prepare to march for the border,” Grimnor announced for everyone in the room. “We will crush these elves ourselves, since Kordoth cannot!”

Grimnor then turned to Borug and Jhilsara. “You can resume whipping the slave, her back now” he called to Borug. Velatha’s head dropped and her lip began to tremble. She winced when there was a loud crack of leather against flesh and a pained cry from her poor daughter.

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Princess Kaliene of Senadorei moved silently through the hallway of the castle in the direction of the throne room. Her chief bodyguard, Nariia, followed closely behind. By command of Kaliene’s father, King Agandaur, Nariia, was to always be at Kaliene’s side. Her father and Nariia had tried to keep from Kaliene the reasons but she had overheard her father talking about it with her mother, Queen Rallientha. There were reports of goblins in their kingdom, who were the scouts and spies of the invading orc horde. Agandaur was fearful of the unlikely but still possible chance that goblins might try to infiltrate their castle, and perhaps to steal away Kaliene. The notion of slavery was unthinkable to Kaliene. She refused to contemplate it. It was too terrifying to think about. Kaliene was very young, and she knew she was innocent and naive to the ways of the world, especially this new world they were in with an orc invasion. She had once asked her mother about the princesses of Argothrond and what would happen to them now that the orcs had seized their castle. She had met the princesses of Argothrond years ago, as a little girl when her family had travelled to Argothrond so that their fathers could meet and discuss kingly matters. The youngest, Jhilsara, was a little older than Kaliene. When Kaliene had asked about the princesses and what had happened to them after the orcish invasion, Rallientha had told Kaliene not to worry about it. But Kaliene could see from her mother’s face that it was something terrible. And based on her mother’s look, Kaliene knew she didn’t want to know.

It was also why Kaliene had not at all protested that her father had forbidden her for weeks from entering the throne room. She knew why. News was constantly flowing into the throne room via her father’s diplomats and ministers that Kaliene was sure was ominous and bad. News that her father did not want her to hear because he rightfully knew it would terrify her. News of which Kaliene was only happy to remain ignorant. So Kaliene was content seeing her mother and father when they were in the living quarters of the castle and they deliberately avoided talk of the horrifying world around them in front of Kaliene. But she could see the truth in the depressed, scared looks on their faces.

But today she had received a surprising message while she was in her living quarters. Her father and mother wanted to see her in the throne room. She had not been allowed in there for weeks, and she wondered what this meant. Perhaps there was finally some good news to share. Or perhaps there was new so grave that they could not hide it from her anymore. That thought terrified her and she felt dread as a guard opened the throne room door for her to enter.

But as Kaliene and Nariia entered the throne room, Kaliene saw her parents’ faces and their smiles and she knew right away the news must be good. Her father filled her in right away. A massive elvish army, consisting of the combined forces of numerous kingdoms, had gone on the offense and pushed the orcs back from the border of their own kingdom. They were starting to move further into Argothrond. All of a sudden, it seemed possible that they might be able to actually drive the orcs from Elevosia altogether and liberate whatever remained of Argothrond and Kahshara. Her father was hopeful that the elves’ success would also motivate the kingdoms that had sent their armies to send more soldiers and that other kingdoms that had not yet sent armies would join the fray.

Relief washed over Kaliene. She shared a hug with both Agandaur and Rallientha. For the first time in a long time, Kaliene felt hope rather than despair and doom. And she could tell her parents felt the same way.

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Cyrieth was grabbed by Otugbu, one of the orc slavers from the Nightbone Clan. One of the slavers that had captured her, branded her, and begun breaking and training her. He was presenting her to some orc slavers from some other small clans, who had travelled here to see the slave flesh that the Nightbone Clan had to offer.

“This one was the mayor of her town,” Otugbu told the other slavers. “It is no wonder these elves are so easy to kill and enslave when they let weak cunts rules them. This dumb cunt tried to lead her whole town away and to the border with Onnathyr. It was a dumb plan obviously. There is no running away from one’s fate. Our clan was here to prevent such escapes and we easily killed all the males and snatched the elf cunts. But thankfully this former mayor has better tits than brains.” Tears slid down Cyrieth’s cheeks as Otugbu so callously spoke of the murder and enslavement of her entire town as if it was some funny story. But she had been whipped enough times to know not to object to his cruel humor.

At the mention of Cyrieth’s breasts, one if the orc slavers from the other clans moved closer and grabbed them. He began to crudely lift them up and down in his hands, as if weighing them. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, seeing how long it took for them to stiffen. More orcs closed in and soon all of them were poking and prodding her body, their hands roaming all over with complete disregard for her dignity. Because she no longer had any dignity. She had been stripped of any dignity by the orc slavers. The orcs’ hands all over were a stark reminder that she had no rights or dignity anymore.

Cyrieth thought of all the elf maidens of her village that had been similarly displayed and inspected like this and then sold off before her over the past several weeks, dragged sway to the orc world to spend the rest of their lives as chattel. She had watched helplessly as her own daughter and sister were sold off. Her other daughter was still in this camp of orc slavers, waiting her turn to be displayed and sold some day in the near future. But now it was Cyrieth’s turn.

One of the orcs inspecting her thrust his fingers into her vagina, in a rough manner, not trying at all to be gentle or delicate. Cyrieth grunted in discomfort as the orc began thrusting his fingers in and out of her sex. “She is well juiced,” the orc remarked.

“Aye, she is a natural slut,” Otugbu replied. He of course had not revealed to the other orcs that before bringing her up to be presented to the slavers, he had masturbated her to arousal, precisely so that it appeared that she ‘juiced well.’

As she was fingered by one orc, another groped her breasts roughly and began kneading and squeezing them. As soon as those hands withdrew from her, Otugbu turned her around and, gripping her hair, he forced her to bend over at the waist. More hands reached out to grope her ass cheeks. Then a finger forced its way into her ass, causing Cyrieth to shiver and grunt in discomfort. More fingers began pushing into her vagina. It was humiliating but it did not shock her. She now fully understood that her body and especially her orifices were the property of orcs and she had no say in how or when the orcs used them.

The tears were now pouring down Cyrieth’s cheeks as she was degraded and inspected. Everything became a blur as her ass and breasts were roughly groped and more fingers plunged in and out of her orifices. In that state, she did not even hear the alarmed shouts of orcs or the stamp of hooves. But when all the hands pulled away from her, she looked up and saw the orcs scattering. And all around her were elves on horse. Elves in armor with lances and swords. Cavalry! They were chopping down the orcs all around her in the camp. Cyrieth looked around, in shock and confusion. More elves were charging in on foot. As orcs grabbed weapons to engage the elves, many orcs were struck with arrows. Orcs were dying everywhere around Cyrieth. The orcs managed to kill a number of elves but the elves significantly outnumbered the orcs and seemingly had the element of surprise on their side. Cyrieth could only watch in amazement as the orcs were killed off en masse. Suddenly she realized that it might not be her fate or her remaining daughter’s fate to end up as chattel on the orc world and she was overcome with emotion.

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Dulrania cried softly as she was dragged north, further into Kahshara. She was limping on account of the repeated ravishments she had received from her goblin captors, who had stolen away her innocence and her virginity earlier in the day.

Dulrania and her two younger sisters had been captured as they fled south. They were fleeing with their parents when the goblins first began to pursue them. Her parents had made a fateful decision. They told Dulrania to lead her sisters away and make their escape. Then her parents had turned to charge at the goblins, hoping to stop or slow the goblins so that their daughters could escape. A sacrifice to save their daughters. The last words her father had told her were to run and not look back.

However, in the end it had not mattered. The goblins had captured Dulrania and her sisters a few hours later. The goblins stripped Dulrania and ravaged her. Her sisters were young enough to avoid that fate. They were taken by two of the goblins towards the Great Forest to be taken though the portal to the orc world to be trained in a camp for child slaves, shielded from the worst brutalities of slavery until they matured. Poor Dulrania was just old enough to make the cut to be subjected to sex slavery right away. The remaining three goblins were now dragging Dulrania back to a slaving camp where she would be assessed. The goblins had told her she would likely end up in a labor camp. But none of her possible fates seemed bearable. She wondered what had happened to her parents. When she had asked the goblins they had ignored her. She assumed that her father was almost certainly dead. Her mother likely captured and enslaved. She wondered if maybe her mother was at the same camp she was being taken to. Then she might get to at least see mother before she was subjected to a life of cruel slavery.

As Dulrania was mulling her fate, she heard one of the goblins cry out sharply. Dulrania looked up. An arrow was sticking through his back. Another arrow embedded into the back of the goblin’s neck and he fell to the ground, writhing around in agony for only a couple seconds before he lay still.

The goblins and Dulrania turned to see a half dozen slaves charging towards them. At least they appeared to be slaves at first. They were naked, collared elf maidens. But they were all brandishing weapons. The two remaining goblins drew their own weapons. But one of them was cut down immediately by another arrow that sank into his chest. The final goblin drew his sword and moved behind Dulrania to shield himself from any arrows. But the elf maidens were upon him. The circled around Dulrania and began hacking at the goblin with their weapons. He was outnumbered and overwhelmed. Within a few seconds, he was dead.

As Dulrania stood there in shock, Jeardra moved over to gently take her arm. “We rescued your sisters earlier today. They told us about you so we hurried north to find you. Come, let’s reunite you with your sisters.”

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Milasae moaned as she slowly came to. It took a few minutes for her to fully awaken. She had not gotten much sleep and she was still so tired. And her whole body was so sore. She had spent the last couple or few days in a state of delirium. She had no idea how much time had passed. After the orcs had started ravaging the slaves in the fuck pit, it had not stopped. She was ravaged over and over and over, with no break in between. There were only so many slaves in the pit and many, many more orcs looking for a slave to fuck.

She was fucked pretty much nonstop until eventually she had passed out. And she woke up later still being ravaged. She eventually passed out to wake up again still being ravaged. Eventually she had awoken and was finally laying in the dirt with no orc thrusting into her. She was covered in sweat, mud, and cum. Her orifices were swollen and horribly bruised and chafed. It was the middle of the night and the sky above the pit was pitch black. It seemed the orcs had finally gone to bed. Most of them anyway. As she had come to, she heard a couple elf maidens being ravaged by some orcs. Most of the other slaves were like her, lying in the dirt, weak, sore, and exhausted. That had been the first time Milasae had received any break from being ravaged. She had crawled to the troughs to eat some slave gruel and drink water. Then she had passed out again and woke in the early morning to the cries of elf maidens. The orcs were starting to wake up and filing down the ladder into the fuck pit to fuck a slave. Milasae soon found herself being ravaged over and over again until she eventually passed out.

Now she was awake again after a brief period of rest. How many such rests had she gotten now? Was this only the second one? Or had she been here in this pit longer? She could not remember. Her mind was a feverish haze. Milasae looked around. The pit appeared empty of any orcs. If there were orcs in the pit her best bet was to try and lay still to remain unnoticed. But it must be the middle of the night and the orcs were all sleeping. It seemed safe to try to make it to the troughs to eat and drink. She crawled over to the troughs, her throat parched, her stomach aching from hunger. It hurt so much to even crawl. She was so sore in between her legs. A few other elf maidens were there drinking and eating and Milasae joined them. She looked around hoping to spot her mother but in the pitch black, she could not make her out. All the elf maidens looked the same lying in the dirt of the pit.

After eating and drinking, Milasae started to crawl around the pit, examining the unconscious elf maidens trying to find her mother. She eventually found her. Her mother was in the same horrible condition that Milasae was, along with every other elf maiden in the pit. Caked in dirt, sweat, and dried cum. Bruises and welts all over her body. Milasae debated trying to rouse her mother awake to take her over to the troughs. But she decided that sleep was just as important as food and water. They would only have a few hours at most before the orcs started filing into pit again.

Milasae curled up next to her mother, wrapping her arms around her and closed her eyes. She was unconscious within seconds.

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Rhyarania’s forces had taken the orc slaver camp without much resistance. Their losses had been minimal. They had killed all but a few of the orcs and managed to capture those remaining few. None had escaped the camp. The elf maiden slaves were now being tended to. Their collars were removed and they were clothed, and now they were being given food and water. Real food, not the slave gruel the orcs fed their elf captives.

Rhyarania’s forces had pushed far from the border into Argothrond. The orc clan in this territory seemed to be more accustomed to capturing slaved and small raids than battle. At least compared to the other orc clans that the elves had faced in this war. Like in the south. The combined elf forces led by General Thuridan of Senadorei was making progress and pushing into Argothrond from south of Rhyarania’s position. But the forces from Senadorei faced stiffer resistance from orcs that were more experienced at fighting and their progress was much slower. Rhyarania knew she had to be careful about pushing too far too quickly into Argothrond and risk her forces being surrounded on all sides by hostile orc forces. But for now, she would keep pushing. They were catching the orcs off guard, which meant the elves were achieving great success on the battlefield. And rescuing many elf maidens.

Rhyarania and her lieutenant Kalsara were sitting with Dulrania now, after learning she had been the mayor of the city in Argothrond from which all these elf maidens had come. Dulrania was cradling her daughter who had also been rescued and Dulrania told Rhyarania and Kalsara their story. It made Rhyarania realize how truly dreadful life would be as a slave. And it made her feel that much better about pushing into Argothrond quickly. If they had arrived at this camp half a day later, Dulrania and many others likely would have been sold and in a coffle on their way to the orc world, where they would likely never have a chance of rescue. Rhyarania was determined to save as many elf maidens as she could from this terrible fate. And vanquish the orcs from her own world.

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Milasae’s eyes flew open as she was shaken awake. When she saw the orc standing over her, she let out a weak, dismayed groan. She needed more sleep. She needed to recover. She turned to look for her mother. She was no longer lying beside Milasae and Milasae then saw her. She was on her hands and knees, a pair of orcs violently thrusting into body from both ends. Milasae was suddenly yanked up from her laying position onto her knees. The orc held the back of Milasae’s head and turned her so she was facing his massive erect cock.

Milasae prayed he was planning to use her mouth and throat. It would be awful but not as awful as the other options. Her vagina and anus were so sore. But she would not be so lucky. The orc pushed her head down and forced her onto her hands and knees. Milasae started sobbing as he moved behind her. She could not take any more. But she knew she had no say in the matter. And she knew that after this orc was done using her body so many more would follow. This was her life now in this nightmarish fuck fit. The orc was now behind her and he slapped her inner thighs. Milasae knew what that meant and she parted her thighs wider. A moment later, his cock began forcing its way into her sore pussy. Milasae started crying harder as the orc started violently thrusting into her from behind.

Milasae continued crying as the orc used her for his pleasure. He thrust into her for several minutes, the slapping of his flesh against her joining the chorus of slapping flesh, cries, and grunts in the fuck pit. The orc ejaculated and pulled his cock from her ravaged pussy. Milasae did not even have time to collapse into the dirt before another orc was positioned behind her. She squealed in dismay as she felt his cock begin to push in between her ass cheeks and into her sore, swollen anus. She cried out until another orc moved in front of her and forced his cock down her throat so that only muffled whimpers now escaped her.

And then Milasae went into her dazed state. Her eyes glazed over. Her mind grew fuzzy. She lay there limp, unmoving, not reacting as orcs ravaged her from both ends.

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Jeardra smiled as she watched Dulrania hugging her younger sisters. The three young elf maidens were reunited now, all rescued from their goblin captors. They were clothed now and soon the Demonesses would lead them south to Bromendier. The young elf maidens had been saved from cruel slavery. And a bunch of goblins were now dead, ensuring they would not kill or enslave more elves.

It was nighttime now but Jeardra and the other Demonesses would take these young elf maidens south. There would be less orcs and goblins about at night. It was safer to travel. But Jeardra would give them a little more time to rest. They were young and had been through quite an ordeal. All of them had lost their parents and been abducted. Dulrania had her innocence taken away and been repeatedly ravaged by their goblin captors.

Jeardra was about ready to start moving south when she heard a noise and turned. A pair of elf maidens were approaching them. Jeardra recognized them. They were fellow Demonesses, Ryamoora and Caryriana. And Jeardra could tell right away something was wrong. Both elf maidens had worried looks on their faces. Caryriana was limping, clearly injured.

“We were ambushed by orcs!” Ryamoora announced. “We got away but they captured Vissina!”

Jeardra’s heart dropped. Vissina was one of the first elf maidens she had rescued to join the newly re-formed Demonesses. The two elf maidens were very close.

“We were scouting and found an elven town surrounding a fort. It was an elf fort but the orcs took the fort and the town over we assume. An orc patrol near the fort came upon us and the captured Vissina. We assume they took Vissina to the fort,” Caryriana reported, her voice distraught.

Jeardra grabbed her ax, anger and determination in her eyes.

“Ryamoora, take me north and show me where this fort is. The rest of you head south and take these elf maidens to safety,” Jeardra commanded. She had only one concern now, saving her friend.

(End of Part 3, to be continued...)