The Tale of Jhilsara: Part 4 – War Plans

It was the morning and Jhilsara’s back and ass still stung fiercely from her whipping a couple days prior. She had not seen her mother since she had been whipped and never learned what her mother had done to raise Grimnor’s ire. It didn’t matter. Jhilsara had learned that, as slaves, they could be whipped or punished for any reason or no reason at all. All they could do was try their best to be pleasing, obedient, submissive sluts, and hope that minimized the pain they suffered. And maximized the times they were fucked. But even if they were perfect as slaves, they could still be subjected to harsh punishment.

Jhilsara was scrubbing the floors on the castle when she was fetched by an orc. The orc ordered her to cross her hands behind her back and then he had bound them. Jhilsara immediately started to tremble. She feared she was about to be punished again. But the orc told her nothing as he attached a chain leash to her collar and led her through the castle. She was not taken to the throne room and instead was taken to a courtyard in the interior of the castle. In the courtyard was an orc general, Murag. Jhilsara was led over to Murag and the orc released her arm. Jhilsara immediately knelt down, sitting on her heels and parting her knees wide like a good slut. She did not know Murag but she assumed if she was being punished, she would not have been taken to an orc general that she barely knew. She assumed she was here to serve him, likely sexually. Still, she did not stop trembling. The fact that she was not being punished did little to assuage her fears. She had never served Murag before. Being delivered in bondage like this increased the chances that he was sadistic and that he might enjoy subjecting her to pain rather than just fucking her. But Jhilsara was hopeful that Murag simply liked his slaves helpless but he was not any more sadistic than the average orc.

Murag moved over to a bench and sat down and ordered Jhilsara to service his cock. But when he had removed his pants and his erect cock sprung forth, Jhilsara realized getting fucked might not be the pleasure for her that it normally was. His cock was absolutely massive. Jhilsara had no idea how a cock that massive could fit inside her. Her body had grown accustomed to taking large orc cocks, in all of her holes. But not that big.

Thankfully, Murag ordered her to service him with her mouth. At least to start. She had no idea if he her mouth was just the appetizer before he decided to drive that enormous cock into her pussy or ass. Murag grabbed the back of Jhilsara’s head and pushed her face towards his erect cock.

Jhilsara stuck her tongue out and began gliding it up and down the shaft of Murag’s. That was the best she could do. She was not sure she could even get the head of his massive cock into her mouth, let alone get that whole thing down her throat. And that made her nervous. Orcs frequently grew angry when an elf maiden slave struggled to deep throat his cock. And so Jhilsara feared this orc might grow mad and punish her. Or instead decide to fuck her ass or pussy and she was not sure either orifice could take such a massive cock. But as she glided her tongue up and down Murag’s cock, he did not yell at her. He grunted in pleasure.

Jhilsara was quite skilled at pleasuring orcs and she expertly slid her wet tongue up and down the shaft of Murag’s cock. She could taste the familiar taste of elf pussy on his cock and she wondered what poor elf maiden had been fucked by this massive thing. Thankfully for her, Murag seemed pleased with just her tongue and he closed his eyes and continued grunting in pleasure as Jhilsara’s tongue slid up and down his cock. Drool spilled down her chin as she continued licking away. She eventually lowered her mouth and gave his balls a tongue bath. Normally, she would stroke an orc’s cock with her hands to ensure he stayed hard while she licked his balls. But that was not an option with her hands tied behind her back.

After Murag’s balls were shiny with her saliva, Jhilsara raised her mouth again, licking a few more strokes up and down the shaft of his cock again. Then she mustered the courage to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock, as much as she could get into her mouth. She knew she could not slide her mouth down and take this massive thing down her throat. So instead, she began sucking and flicking her tongue against the tip of Murag’s cock. She was so focused on her task that she did not notice as Murag reached for his dagger at his belt and unsheathed it. He leaned forward and reached behind Jhilsara and cut her wrists free. As soon as Jhilsara’s wrists were free, she began to use her hands to slowly stroke Murag’s cock as she continued sucking at the head and flicking at it with her tongue. She assumed her wrists had been freed for that reason. Murag presumably enjoyed pleasure more than keeping his slaves helpless in bondage, and Jhilsara felt lucky for that.

Gaining the use of her hands sped things up. She slowly stroked the shaft of Murag’s cock while she teased the head of his cock with her mouth and tongue. After a minute, his cock began throbbing and she was rewarded with a massive load of or cum. She managed to swallow it all.

After Jhilsara sucked the last bit of cum from the tip of Murag’s cock and licked the little bit that leaked onto her lips, Murag stood up and pulled up his pants. The orc grabbed her leash and led her back inside the castle. He took her to the throne room.

The throne room was filled with Grimnor’s generals and other chief advisors, Urzkhal and Vagrat among them. Grimnor was seated at the throne, Velatha beside him. Velatha’s and Jhilsara’s eyes met. Jhilsara could see the guilt in her mother’s eyes. Jhilsara assumed it was for whatever had occurred the day prior, for doing something to anger Grimnor and cause Jhilsara’s whipping.

Jhilsara did not blame her mother, however. She knew it could have been the smallest of transgression or none at all. She doubted her mother had done anything seriously wrong. Velatha and Jhilsara were now both very well trained slaves at this point. But orcs were strict and harsh with their slaves, at best. And Grimnor was crueler and harsher than most pf the orcs and rarely showed mercy. Jhilsara assumed an orc that rose to become the War Chieftain in charge of all orc clans had to have such qualities.

Grimnor’s other queen slave Felaenya was kneeling at Grimnor’s feet,. There was drool spilling down her chin and Grimnor’s cock was fully erect and glistening. Jhilsara surmised Felaenya must have just finished using her mouth to get Grimnor erect. But as Jhilsara was led further into the throne room by Murag, Grimnor ordered Velatha to straddle him and ride his cock. Velatha quickly complied, climbing to her feet and getting up onto her Master’s lap, straddling him. And as he started bouncing up and down, the guilty look on her face melted away and was replaced with an expression of pleasure. She began moaning loudly as she impaled herself over and over on her Master’s cock.

The other orcs waited patiently until Grimnor loudly climaxed. Velatha loudly climaxed too, shortly before Grimnor. After Grimnor finished cumming, Velatha climbed off his lap and knelt at his feet to use her mouth and tongue to lick his cock clean.

Now in the center of the throne room, Jhilsara was ordered to kneel. As she knelt at Murag’s feet, she spotted her sister kneeling at the feet of another orc. She saw the look of bliss on Neia’s face and the cum oozing down her thigh. Jhilsara felt a little jealous and she fidgeted a little from the growing fire in her loins. She hoped she might get fucked soon. Even by Murag with his massive cock. Anything to satisfy her lust.

But her unextinguished arousal would have to wait. Grimnor had called a meeting to discuss the orcs’ next moves.

Urzkhal would lead the orcs’ cavalry right away to provide relief to Kordoth’s Dread Tusk Clan. The Dread Tusk Clad did not have cavalry, which had put them at a disadvantage against the much larger elf force that did have cavalry. Grimnor and Orgzul Stoutbeast, Chieftain of the Ear Ripper Clan would lead the main orc army to the front like to also engage the large elf army that had invaded from the elvish kingdom of Senadorei and was attacking the Dread Tusk Clan.

Sigtog’reld Deadbasher, chieftain of the Mad Wolf Clan, would lead his clan and some smaller clans into northern Argothrond to provide relief to the small Nightbone Clan, which had been attacked and was being pushed back by a second front of elves that had attacked from the elvish kingdom of Onnathyr.

And finally, Travdurg Sharptooth of the Crazed Legion Clan would head west to Kahshara to provide relief to the orcs there, who were fighting a number of elvish kingdoms that had moved their forces into Kahshara. Jhilsara glanced over at Felaneya as Grimnor discussed the invasion of her former kingdom. If the enslaved queen had any reaction, she did not show it,. She remained kneeling at Grimnor’s feet, her eyes averted to the floor.

Jhilsara then pondered herself how she felt about the news Grimnor was delivering,. Though Grimnor was exuding confidence, as were all the orcs in the room, it dawned on Jhilsara that the elves were putting up aa much better fight now than they had when the orcs had conquered her own kingdom. It seemed elves had even launched an assault into Argothrond, perhaps to liberate it. Perhaps to liberate Jhilsara and her sister and mother. She tried to decide how she felt about that. She had sunk so far into submission and lust that she wondered if she could ever return to her old life. She had accepted she was orc chattel but she also knew that this had largely been because she had no choice. And her still sore back and ass, striped from her harsh whipping, still stung fiercely, a reminder of how miserable slavery could be. Could she return to freedom? As she debated it in her mind, the warm arousal she felt in her loins grew stronger. Her pussy was practically dripping from the lustful need to be fucked. That arousal and desire to be fucked felt so much stronger than any desire buried in her to be free again.

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Rhyarania grimly watched as the wounded were tended by medical soldiers. There were many elves wounded, many of them grievously. And many dead. It had been a hard fought battle. The orc Nightbone Clan had been caught off guard when she had invaded Argothrond from Onnathyr. But they had finally rallied to engage her forces.

Rhyarania’s forces still outnumbered the Nightbone Clan. And her forces were very disciplined. And she was seemingly a much better battle tactician than the orc chieftain who had led the Nightbone Clan. Many more orcs had been killed than elves. Including the Nightbone Clan’s chieftain. As far as she knew, the first orc clan chieftain to be slain in battle here in Argothrond. But that felt little consolation for Rhyarania as she saw her wounded being tended to and her dead being collected for burial.

She pushed aside her melancholy. She knew that they had to push on. And her lieutenant Kalsara soon arrived with a map. She showed it to Rhyarania and pointed to a spot that was east of their position. “Our scouts reported that the orcs that retreated are heading here,” Kalsara reported. “There is a fort there that the orcs constructed. That is where the Nightbone Clan is currently based.”

“Then after our dead are buried and our wounded tended to, we will head there next and crush what remains of their forces,” Rhyarania said, determination in her voice.

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Jeardra stared at the walled town that loomed ahead of her as the sun began to fade. She had never been to Kahshara before she had come here with the Demonesses. But she had guessed that at one time the town had been built around the fort to support it. Of course that had likely been ages ago, back when the elves had needed forts. There had not been warfare in Elevosia for generations. At least until the orcs had shown up. Now the orcs had seized this town and this fort. And her friend Vissina was somewhere in that town. Jeardra guessed she was in the fort itself. As they had travelled to the fort, Ryamoora had given Jeardra more detail about their confrontation with the orcs. They had been scouting when the orc patrol spotted them. The orcs assumed they were slaves given that they were naked, which is why the elves were naked. But as the orcs drew closer they saw the elf maidens’ weapons. The orcs gave chase. Ryamoora and Caryriana had managed to escape. But Vissina had been captured. Vissina had been a slave when Jeardra had rescued her months ago. She was branded. Jeardra could only assume the orcs would be harshly interrogating an escaped slave that was brandishing a weapon. So Jeardra assumed if she had been brought here, she was in the fort. That was her best guess and that was all she could go on. After Ryamoora had shown Jeardra the location of the fort, Jeardra had sent her back south to join the other Demonesses. Jeardra knew this was a dangerous mission. She would go herself. They had already lost Vissina to capture. Jeardra didn’t want anyone else but herself to risk joining Vissina.

Jeardra waited until dark and then made her way towards the town. She stayed off the road to avoid orc patrols. If any orcs ran into her they might think she was just a slave. She was naked and the weapon she carried was an axe, something a slave tasked with chopping wood might have. That disguise might give her a little time to kill an orc or two before they realized her ruse. But if the orcs were using the fort here, there could be much larger patrols on the road.

The town was surrounded by a stone wall, which made sense, given that a military fort was in the center of the town. When she reached the wall, Jeardra circled around the perimeter. She could see orcs manning the wall, illuminated by fires from lanterns, but they could not see Jeardra in the darkness below. She eventually found a place along the wall that did not appear to be manned by orcs and Jeardra slowly scaled the wall, gripping the stones to climb upwards. When she reached the top she realized that she could not easily climb down the other side into the town. The stone was smooth on the other side and she risked slipping and crashing to the ground below. Jeardra had no choice but to crawl along the ramparts until she could find a place where she could safely lower herself into the town.

It unfortunately brought her past a portion of the wall that was manned by orcs. Jeardra crawled along the other side of the ramparts, praying that the orcs did not see or hear her. Fortunately for her, the orcs were distracted ravaging a couple elf maiden slaves and they did not hear or see Jeardra and she was able to slip past them.

Jeardra kept crawling along the ramparts until she came to another area that was not being manned by orcs, and there was a ladder leading down into the village. Jeardra climbed down the ladder and was now in the town, under the cover of darkness. But she still had to make her way into the fort in the center of the town.

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Milasae was lying on her back. An orc was on top of her, settled in between her parted legs, thrusting away. Milasae did not react as she was ravaged. Her eyes were glazed over. She did not make a noise. She did not move, apart from her body lurching back and forth in the muddy pit as the orc thrust into her. Milasae’s mind was completely shattered at this point. Though her eyes were open, she was no longer consciously aware of anything happening to her.

The orc groaned as he climaxed. He rolled off her body and started to lumber off, towards the ladder out of the pit. Another orc flipped Milasae onto her belly. He started to climb on top of her but another orc moved over and stopped him. “They need to be fed and water,” the second orc announced.

“I just need a few minutes to fuck her ass,” the first orc protested.

But the second orc stood firm. “If we don’t keep them fed, they will die. And if we fuck them all to death we won’t have any more elf holes to fuck.” The first orc reluctantly agreed. They grabbed Milasae by her arms and dragged her over to the troughs. Milasae was still unmoving, her eyes still glazed over as she was put on her back next to a trough. She did not react to anything until an orc dipped his hand into a trough to scoop up some gruel and then lowered his hand to let the gruel flow into her mouth. Milasae began to cough but then her mouth moved as she began to swallow the gruel. The orc scooped up some more and let it flow int her mouth. The only part of Milasae that moved was her mouth and throat as she swallowed the gruel.. The orc gave her a couple more handfuls of gruel. He tried to wipe his hand off in her hair but her hair was so caked in mud and dirt that it did little good.

The other orc dipped a cup into the water trough and then tilted the cup to let the water flow into Milasae’s mouth. Her throat undulated as she swallowed the water. The orc poured the water slowly so she did not choke and he gave her the entire cup. The orc that insisted she be fed moved away to go feed another elf maiden. Many of them were in the same state as Milasae, unconscious or barely conscious, their minds shattered. The rest of the elf slaves in the pit were quickly approaching that state.

The first orc flipped Milasae onto her belly and then pulled her up onto her knees so that her ass was raised, her face still pressed into the dirt. He settled behind her and spread her ass cheeks, pushing with his hips to start to force his cock into her ass. Milasae still did not react as the orc started thrusting into her from behind. 

Nor did she react when another orc positioned in front of, yanked her head up by her air and then pushed his cock past her lips and down her throat.

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Jeardra’s heart was racing. She was in the middle of a walled town filled with orcs. She had never ventured this far into the belly of the beast before. She knew if she was discovered that she had little chance of escape. Jeardra had become quite skilled at killing orcs, but it was by ambushing or deceiving them, usually in the forest. And it was usually one orc or a small handful of orcs. This was a much more dangerous endeavor. She was naked and might appear to be a slave and the axe she held might be seen simply as a tool for chopping wood and not as a weapon. But she had no brand. She would not hold up to any scrutiny. And if any orcs discovered her and called for others, she would be quickly outnumbered, and trapped in the walled town with only a few escape routes. Fortunately, it was in the middle of the night and as Jeardra crept through the streets, she did not come across any orcs.

Jeardra made her way to the center of the town. The fort loomed ahead. Still, Jeardra did not come across any orcs. Jeardra circled the fort until she came to a tunnel, illuminated by lanterns. She could see the silhouette of an orc guarding the tunnel.

Jeardra guessed that Vissina was in this fort. But it was only a guess. And right or wrong, entering the fort would put her at great risk for capture. And enslavement. But she would risk anything to save her friend. Jeardra began creeping closer to the tunnel.

(End of Part 4, to be continued...)