The Tale of Jhilsara: Part 5 – Sad News

Jhilsara sat in the iron tub and bathed herself. The water was freezing and her teeth chattered. Slaves were rarely permitted hot baths. But because the water was so cold, Jhilsara knew it was fresh, at least. If the water was room temperature it would mean the tub had likely been filled a while ago and she was bathing in bathwater that numerous other slaves had used previously. At least she would get cleaner in the cold water. Jhilsara used her hand to scrub between her legs, trying her best to rinse her orifices of all the cum that had been deposited in them. She used her hand to scrub her crotch and between her ass cheeks for a few minutes. Glancing down she could see the water begin to cloud with the orc and goblin cum as it flowed from her orifices.

Jhilsara scrubbed a little more and then climbed out of the tub. There was a single towel in a heap on the floor, quite wet from other slaves using it previously and Jhilsara used it to dry herself off as best she could. She was now clean, or as clean as she ever was in her life of bondage. Jhilsara started to head out of the castle bathroom but then stopped. She decided she should get her cunt juicy. She knew it would quickly grow slick on its own but better to not risk that an orc might use her and be displeased if her cunt was not nice and juicy for him. She slid her hand down her belly and between her legs and began rubbing herself. Jhilsara immediately felt the warm tingle of arousal and she slipped a finger into her pussy and could feel her cunt was quickly moistening. She was a conditioned slave and it did not take much.

Jhilsara knew she should stop now. Slaves were not permitted to masturbate themselves to orgasm unless or ordered or granted permission by a Master. Self-pleasure was generally forbidden. Slaves existed to give Masters pleasure, not themselves. Slaves experienced pleasure of course but it was a privilege and gift received through giving Masters pleasure. However, Jhilsara knew there was a fine line between pleasuring herself to get her cunt juicy as was expected of her and masturbating to climax. She could easily pass off her actions as the former if an orc barged into the bathroom and caught her. And teasing herself with her hand had made Jhilsara desperate to cum.

Jhilsara slipped a second finger into her pussy. Her pussy clenched down and squeezed her fingers, as if trying to draw them in deeper. Jhilsara felt a surge of arousal and she let out a soft moan as she slid her other hand down and began rubbing circles over her clit, making that sensitive little bud quickly swell and emerge from its hood. She moaned again and the fingers of both hands began working faster. The ache deep in her loins and belly began growing more intense as her fingers grazed over her clit and thrust in and out of her slickening pussy.

Jhilsara closed her eyes. She imagined herself being roughly fucked by an orc from behind. Gripping her hair with one hand. His other hand grabbing her hip and occasionally bringing it back and then crashing it on her ass cheek with a hard spank. Completely dominating her and using her for his pleasure. Making her fully understand that she was a slave and what her purpose was as a slave.

Jhilsara moaned louder as she fingered and rubbed herself. She felt her orgasm quickly building and was eager for the waves of pleasure to come crashing down and shake her whole body. Her stomach tightened and her nipples stiffened and were tingling almost as fiercely as her pussy was. As the pressure built deeply in her loins she started gasping and moaning, her breath became ragged. She was practically gasping for air as she worked herself faster and faster with her hands. She could feel her pussy was now dripping, her juices oozing down her thighs. She knew she was supposed to stop now. She was well juiced. But she could not stop. She was so eager for that orgasm. Jhilsara thrust her fingers faster and her other hand increased the pressure on her swollen, aching clit. She was so close to cumming and then finally it hit her. Jhilsara cried out loudly as she was overcome by the waves of pleasure. Her whole body began shaking as her pussy spasmed around her fingers, gushing more fluids round her thrusting fingers and don her thighs. Jhilsara let out one final, content moan.

As Jhilsara was coming down from her orgasmic bliss, the door started to open. In a panic, Jhilsara quickly pulled her hands away from her pussy. However, it was her sister Neia that entered the bathroom and not an orc. Neia glanced down and saw the juices smearing Jhilsara’s thighs and Jhilsara had no doubt that Neia knew what she had been doing. But it was clear that it didn’t bother Neia and it didn’t bother Jhilsara. They would no doubt be made by their orc Masters to do much more perverted and vulgar things with each other that day than catching each other masturbating.

Neia glanced up from Jhilsara’s thighs and locked her in the face. “A slave came to me and delivered me a message from Mother. Mother wants to see us. I think she is in the courtyard.” Jhilsara nodded. She was eager to see her mother. She followed Neia out of the bathroom as the two slaves made their way for the courtyard.

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Milasae’s body lurched forward every time an orc thrust into her. But that was only the momentum from the orc’s thrusting. Otherwise, she did not react. Her eyes were a blank stare. Her mouth hung open, drool oozing from it. She did not make a noise. Milasae was alive but had no conscious thoughts. Her mind was shattered.

The orc fucking her didn’t mind. Her cunt was still tight and warm and slick. Bu as the rutted away, he heard shouting from above. Orcs from outside the pit were calling an alarm. The orc started thrusting faster, determined to cum. He managed to after a few more minutes and he groaned. Then he withdrew his cock from Milasae’s swollen battered pussy and climbed out of the pit.

Even after the orc withdrew from her body, Milasae did not react. She lay limp in the dirt, a blank stare on her face, still drooling, as that orc and the others all climbed out of the pit. She did not move an inch or make a sound as an hour passed and then two. Nor did she move or react when figures started climbing down the ladder into the pit. These figures were n not orcs or goblins,. They were elves. Elf soldiers. An elf maiden soldier crouched down beside Milasae and cradled her head. “You are rescued. We are going to get you out of here,” the solider said in a soothing voice to Milasae. But Milasae did not react. The soldier frowned when she saw the state that Milasae was in. Not only did her mind appear to be completely shattered but her orifices were horrible chafed and swollen and bruised. Her entire body was covered in cuts and bruises. It was clear that she had been through hell. As the soldier looked around the pit, she saw other soldiers tending to other slaves in the pit and she could see that all of the slaves were in a similar state. The soldier shuddered, wondering what kind of trauma and hell these poor elf maidens had been put through in this pit.

From above the pit, Rhyarania glanced down into it. They had taken the fort. She had dreaded trying to take a fort but the orcs had made it easy. They had refused to use the advantages of the fort and defense it had provided and instead marched from the fort to take on her forces on the battlefield. The orcs in it were outnumbered and Rhyarania’s forces had soundly defeated them. If they had been smarty enough to stay in the fort, she was not sure they could have taken it. Thankfully, the orcs were to macho or arrogant and insisted on fighting in the open battlefield. That had been their demise.

After defeating the orcs, the elves were able to enter the sparsely guarded fort and kill the few orcs that remained. And the elves had found this pit with the elf maidens “Get those poor elves out of there and up in the sun so we can get them medical attention!” she called down to her soldiers in the pit. As Rhyarania saw the state of the elf maidens inside it, she was more determined than ever to vanquish the orcs from this world.

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Jeardra crouched on a ledge overlooking the tunnel into the fort. She could see inside the tunnel which was lit by lanterns but they could not see in the darkness of the night. Jeardra was watching the entrance to the tunnel, observing it to try to determine how safe it would be to enter from that tunnel. A lone orc had been standing there for over an hour, a sentry standing guard. She had not seen another orc enter or exit the tunnel during that entire time. Then finally an orc emerged from inside the fort to the tunnel exit. He exchanged some words with the orc standing guard that Jeardra could not hear from her distance.

Then the orc that had been standing guard nodded and headed into the fort and the one that had newly emerged stood guard at the entranced. Jeardra assumed that the first orc’s shift at guard duty had ended and this new orc had taken his place. She continued watching for some time. No other orcs entered or exited the fort. Jeardra wondered if perhaps there were not many orcs inside the fort. Surely if there were, she would have seen some entering or exiting, even in the dead of the night. She realized she was making a big assumption that there not many orcs inside. Perhaps just wishful thinking. But if she was going to find Vissina in here, she had no choice. This tunnel provided her best option to get inside. Jeardra grabbed her axe and moved to the edge of the ledge so that she was standing just above the tunnel. She jumped down, landing in front of the orc. His eyes widened in surprise and then darkened in anger. He started to raise his spear. Jeardra swung her axe and buried it in the forehead of the orc. He was dead before he hit the ground. Jeardra removed her axe and wiped the blood off on the orc’s body. She looked ahead of her. The tunnel was well lit. There were no more orcs to be seen. Jeardra started to move through the tunnel to enter the fort. She prayed that Vissina was inside and that she would make it out of here without Vissina, without being captured or killed.

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Velatha stood on the balcony, looking down below into one of the castle’s courtyards.

She was not in service to Grimnor or any other orc at the moment. Not directly anyway, but she had an important task to serve at the moment. Velatha’s slave sister Felaenya was on her knees, kneeling behind Velatha. Felaenya was the newer addition to Grimnor’s harem of queen slaves, which at the moment consisted of only two queens. Felaenya had been largely broken and conditioned into slavery but Grimnor had tasked his other queen slave Velatha to help complete the process. At the moment, Velatha was working to further humble Felaenya. She turned and looked over her shoulder down at Felaenya and commanded, “Begin worshipping my ass, slave sister.”

Felaenya did not hesitate. She crawled forward and leaned in and began planting kisses all over Velatha’s ass cheeks, first the right and then the left. Felaenya turned and stared down into the courtyard again as she felt Felaenya’s lips sliding around on her ass cheeks. Quick pecks turned into lingering kisses and then lingering kisses turned into soft nibbles. Velatha enjoyed the sensation. It even began to turn her on. She closed her eyes and slid her hand down between her legs and began to rubbing her clit, pleasuring herself. She was desperate for an orgasm, plus she knew that the smell of her arousal would arouse Felaenya, and the mixture of arousal and humiliation would do well to condition the former queen into a better slave. At least that is what she could tell an or Master if she was caught pleasuring herself. But it was not untrue. Velatha herself had similarly been put through humiliation and degradation to drive home that she was no longer a proud queen. She still was frequently to reinforce and remind her of that point.

As Velatha pleasured herself, Felaenya’s light nibbles became licks with her tongue, broad strokes up and down the flesh of Velatha’s ass cheeks. After a few moments, Velatha felt Felaenya’s hands spreading her cheeks, and then her tongue began sliding up and down her ass crack. Felaneya had been made to worship Velatha’s ass so many times that Velatha no longer had to direct her. Felaneya knew the routine well. Just like Velatha herself who had been made to do the same countless times to her slave sisters for the orcs’ entertainment. Felaenya began gliding her tongue up and down in between Velatha’s ass cheeks, pushing her face in deeper and deeper. Velatha continued rubbing herself and she reached back with her free hand and grabbed the back of Felaenya’s head and pushed her face even deeper into her ass. Immediately. Velatha felt Felaenya’s tongue flicking against her anus and she closed her eyes enjoying the sensation and she continued pleasuring herself with her other hand. Velatha allowed Felaneya to tongue her asshole for several minutes. Her arousal built as she continued rubbing her clit and her hips began to rock, thrusting her rear back and pushing Velatha’s mouth and nose deeper in between her ass cheeks. Soon Felaenya was moaning too as the taste of Velatha’s ass and the smell of her arousal seemed to make Felaenya aroused.

Felaenya’s tongue wormed its way into Velatha’s anus, only enhancing Velatha’s pleasure. Velatha continued rubbing herself and she suddenly cried out as she climaxed, an intense orgasm rocking her body. Her whole body shook and shuddered as the orgasm gripped her, waves of pleasure washed over her. When the orgasm finally subsided Velatha reached back to grab Felaenya’s hair again and she pulled her face away from her ass. She turned around and Felaenya leaned in and began kissing Velatha’s thigh. As her lips began tracing upward, Velatha knew Felaenya wanted to worship her pussy next. But Velatha pushed her had away. “Crawl back to the throne room and find some orc Masters to serve,” she ordered Felaenya.

“Yes, slave sister,” Felaenya whimpered and she turned and began to crawl back into the castle. As she did, Velatha noticed that her daughters were standing there. It did not bother her that her daughter had witnessed another elf maiden worshipping her ass. At this point, the mother and daughters had been made to perform every imaginable perverse act with each other and watch each other performing them with orcs, goblins, or other elf maidens. Her own tongue had been in their orifices frequently and theirs hers. They were not just mother and daughters, they were slave sisters now.

But no matter how much she had been broken and conditioned into slavery, Velatha still saw Neia and Jhilsara as her daughters and not only as her slave sisters. She gestured them over and hugged them both tightly, pulling them into her chest. They wrapped their arms around her and hugged her back just as tightly.

“I must go back and serve in the throne room girls, but I needed to tell you something. I overheard my Master speaking with the slaver Agdug. When the orcs march for the eastern front to engage the elf army, they will be moving many of the slaves here in Bhulgobrukh into the orc world. They will be moving both of you; Grimnor is still deciding to what orc or goblin he will be gifting you.” Velatha’s eyes teared up and she clutched her eyes daughters more tightly, knowing they would soon be parting ways.

Jhilsara looked up at her mother, her own eyes tearing up, as it sank in she was being separated from her mother. And possibly Neia as well if they were given to different Masters. She had accepted that she was a slave. She was excited to be given away to a new Master that she could faithfully serve. But having her mother and sister as slave sisters had made submission and bondage that much easier. She dreaded the thought of losing them.

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Rhyarania stood beside her lieutenant Kalsara as they looked down at the unconscious elf maiden. It was Milasae, though they did not know her name. Almost all of the elf maidens they had found in the pity were in a similar condition. A few were conscious, or at least semi-conscious, but in no condition to speak. So, they had not been able to identify any of the elf maidens. The elf maidens had all been moved from the pit and were now on cots in one of the buildings in the fort, with soldier healers from Rhyarania’s army tending to them. Rhyarania was observing Milasae because she appeared to be the youngest or one of the youngest elf maidens in the pit. But as Kalsara updated Rhyarania on what a healer had told her, Rhyarania had hope. This young elf maiden had moaned a few times, the first noises she had made since being pulled from the pit. Rhyarania hoped it meant that she was slowly recovering and that she might eventually wake up from this state of coma she was in. That perhaps her mind and body were not completely shattered. Rhyarania knew that elves were very resilient and healed well. She prayed that this young elf maiden and all of the elf maidens they rescued from that pit would make a full recovery.

They would stay here and observe the elf maidens for at least another day before they marched on to liberate more of Argothrond. Her own solider also needed rest. And for now, this fort provided them with a very good defensible position. Rhyarania did not want her own forces advancing too quickly and moving too deep into Argothrond while the main force attacking in the south from Senadorei advanced much more slowly, as it faced much stiffer resistance.

Rhyarania was clutching Milasae’s hand but she released it and she looked up from the unconscious elf maiden to Kalsara. “Come let us plan our next moves,” she said and Kalsara nodded. The two soldiers departed the ward of unconscious elf maidens.

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Jeardra crept through the tunnel, clutching the handle of her axe tightly. Her heart was racing. She knew that entering this fort put her in grave danger but she was determined to rescue Vissina if she was in here. Jeardra reached the end of the tunnel and a door. She slowly pushed it open just a crack and peered through it. There was no orc on the other side and she slipped through the doorway. Jeardra was now in the fortress. And Jeardra had no idea where to go from here. She was in a corridor and she moved through it. She reached a door and opened it slowly and peered inside. The room on the other side was empty, no orcs or elf captives inside. She passed another door and another and checked both to find the rooms were empty. Jeardra was getting the sense again that there not many orcs in here. Did that mean that Vissina was not in here either? But there had been an orc guarding the entrance to the tunnel. Surely that meant there was something in this fort worth guarding.

Jeardra circled around a corner and kept testing doors. None were locked and every room she peered into was empty. When she reached the end of the corridor there was a double door and she pushed it open and moved deeper inside to the fort. It appeared to be a large banquet or dining area. The tables were clear and clean but Jeardra could smell the faint scent of food. It seemed this room had been used recently. Another sign that there were at least some orcs in here. She moved to the end of the room and slipped through another door into another hallway. And that’s when she ran into an orc. He was surprised to see her and he stormed over. “What the fuck are you doing in here, slave?” he growled.

“Sorry, Master, I was chopping wood out in the forest and returned late,” Jeardra replied.

This only made the orc angrier. “Return from where!?! You should be back in the slave kennels, not here! Drop that ax and kneel!” The orc stormed over. Jeardra had the ax lowered. The orc had his eye on it, clearly wary of the fact that she might try and use it as a weapon. SO as the orc reached her she instead jumped back and swung her leg high. Smashing her foot into his chin. Jeardra heard his jaw crack and blood sprayed from his mouth.

The orc stumbled back from the blow. He roared in pain and anger and he advanced on her again. Jeardra raised the ax intending to bring it down on his head,. But the orc was fast and as she swung the axe down, he caught her wrist. He wrenched it violently and Jeardra cried on out from the stabbing pain in her wrist and she dropped the axe, which clattered to the floor.

“You are a runaway from down below, aren’t you cunt!” he growled, his words garbled from his cracked jaw and the blood still pouring from his mouth. “When I am done with you, what you experienced before will feel like a light tickle. You will pray for death!” The orc released Jeardra’s wrist and grabbed her throat, He squeezed it tightly and pushed her back, slamming her into the hard stone wall. Jeardra was stunned from being smashed into the wall and as the orc squeezed her throat tighter, she could not breath.

“After I am done whipping you, I am gonna fuck you to death!” the orc growled. Jeardra’s vision began to blur as she fought in vain to breath. She knew if she did not free herself quickly she would be rendered unconscious. She pulled back her leg and then swung it forward. Her foot smashed into the orc’s groin. He let out a pained yell and his grip loosened. Jeardra crashed to the floor, as the orc slumped to his knees, grabbing his crotch, groaning in pain. Jeardra saw the axe on the floor and she started crawling towards it,. The orc saw her and started to climb to his feet, slowly, still grabbing its balls. Jeardra reached the axe as the orc started charging towards her. She grabbed the axe and climbed to her feet. She swung the axe just as the orc reached her, sinking it into his arm. The orc roared in pain and Jeardra pulled the axe from his flesh and swung it again, this time sinking it into his chest, a spray of blood hitting her face. The orc fell to the ground and Jeardra rose the ace again and swing it down, striking the orc in the head. He fell silent and Jeardra stumbled back as blood poured from the dead orc’s wounds onto the floor.

She looked around, terrified that other orcs might have heard this orc’s roars and would come charging in. But as the seconds passed, no orcs did. Jeardra searched the dead orc’s pockets and clothing but all he had were a few coins, which were useless to her. She tore off a shred of his pants to use to wipe the blood from her face. Jeardra rose and moved through the room and through the next doorway. She was in a corridor and there were stairs leading downward and another set leading upward. Jeardra remembered what the orc had said. He had accused her of being a runaway from down below. The orcs must be keeping captive elf maidens somewhere below. If Vissina was in this fort, she would likely be down there. Gripping the axe tightly, Jeardra headed for the stairs that led underground.

(End of Part 5, to be continued...)