The Tale of Jhilsara: Part 7 – Gifted Chattel

Vissina screamed in pain as the whip slashed again into her bleeding back. “I swear; we are just runaway slaves. I don’t know what you are talking about!” she screamed.

“You had weapons!” the orc snarled. “And we have had reports of elf cunts ambushing and killing orcs. We saw you fleeing with other armed elf cunts. Tell me where the rest of your cunt friends are hiding!” the orc snarled and he slashed the whip into her ass this time, wrenching another agonized scream from Vissina.

“Please, I beg you, I have never killed an orc! We have never killed an orc! I swear!” Vissina sobbed as the blazing pain from the whip seared into her flesh. She did not know how much longer she could hold out. Ever since she had been captured by these orcs, she had been brutalized. After being captured and taken to this fort, the handful of orcs that manned it had ravaged her over and over. Orc cum was still oozing from her sore, swollen orifices and down her bruised thighs. When she had still not divulged the information the orcs wanted, they had turned to whipping her. Vissina’s back and ass felt like they were on fire. She was desperate to avoid revealing the location of the other Demonesses. She did not want them to befall this same fate as her. And she was equally desperate to avoid confessing to killing orcs, terrified what horrible fate might befall her if she did. But as she was whipped and whipped and whipped, Vissina was starting to wonder if confessing might be her only option. Better to receive the brutal death she might get for killing orcs then to pointlessly resist when they would get the information out of her eventually. She knew she was only prolonging her torment. Her dreadful thoughts were interrupted when the whip struck her ass again, slicing another cut into her flesh and making Vissina scream in agony.

The orc began slashing her over and over with the whip, eliciting screams and agonized sobbing from Vissina. When the orc finally stopped, Vissina was hanging limp from her bindings. She stared down at the brand on her thigh. It seemed liked ages since she had received that. She had been branded when she had been captured in Argothrond by goblin scouts while trying to flee the orc horde. She had been ravaged, branded, collared, and bound to be taken to the orc world. But then Jeardra and the other Demonesses had saved her. But now, for the first time, Vissina regretted being saved. She realized now it was better to be a sex slave in the orc world than the fate that would befall her now when she finally broke and confessed that she had killed goblins and orcs.

The orc started peppering her with questions again and Vissina started to sob as she contemplated surrendering and confessing before the whip slashed into her flesh again.

Neither Vissina nor the orc noticed as the door behind them began to slowly open.

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Jhilsara was on her hands and knees, her ass thrust up, her legs parted. An orc was behind her, pounding her cunt. Her body bounced and lurched with each hard thrust. It was the early morning after the feast and the party was still raging. It had turned into an orgy as all of the orcs were eagerly fucking elf cunt or ass before they marched for war.

Jhilsara had lost count of how many times she had been fucked. And she had also lost count of how many times she had climaxed. She had been fucked so many times that her ass and pussy had both grown quite sore. But she knew that came with the territory of being a sex slave. Her life had been spared precisely because her holes gave orcs pleasure. Her sore orifices were her reason for being alive. As a tradeoff, those orifices and the flesh surrounding them were now the property of the orcs. She was grateful to be alive and even though she was sore, it still felt so good to be ducked and dominated. She craved it all. Even the pain as his thick cock stretched and plundered her insides. Even the sting as his hips slapped her whipped ass cheeks over and over with each hard thrust. Being dominated like this reminded her what she was and the vulnerability and helplessness made her feel so good. The orc gripped her hair as reins as he fucked her, and because he held her head back and up, she could see all around the banquet room. All around her, elf maidens were being ravaged. Most of had once been influential and powerful elf maidens in her father’s kingdom. Ministers and high ranking government officials and the wives and daughters of ministers and high ranking officials. Now they were all orc chattel like Jhilsara. Most were lost in ecstasy just like her. The sound of their moans filled the room, along with the slap of flesh and gruff orc grunts.

Jhilsara eyed her mother. She was in the center of the room with Grimnor who was standing and holding Velatha’s hips and bouncing her up and down on his cock. Velatha was crying out in pleasure and Grimnor’s eyes were closed, and he was grunting as he enjoyed the former queens cunt milking his cock.

Jhilsara herself felt herself approaching another climax, in spite of her growing soreness as she was reamed from behind by the latest orc. She started thrusting her hips back, meeting the orc’s thrusts and her own moans grew loader. Unfortunately for Jhilsara, the orc growled loudly and he climaxed before Jhilsara was rewarded with her own orgasm. The orc released her hair and withdrew his softening cock from her twitching, gaping pussy and he stood up and lumbered off. Jhilsara whimpered, now desperate for another climax. She remained in her same position, on all fours with her as thrust up in the air, hoping another orc would come over to use her. She could feel rivulets of cum oozing from her swollen orifices, down the crack of her ass and thighs. Jhilsara reached back with one hand to scoop as much of it up as she could into her hand and then she brought her hand to her mouth and licked it clean. Once she had licked up all the cum off her hand, she reached back to scoop up some more. Elf slaves were not permitted to allow orc cum to spill to the ground from their orifices or bodies. It was seen as disrespectful to a Master. Jhilsara knew that such rules were almost certainly relaxed during orgies such as this, when all of the elf maidens would be fucked over and over with little break in between. Their orifices were filled with load after load or orc cum with no time to clean it up. There was cum everywhere on the floor in all likelihood. After the orcs were finally done with their feast and orgy, slaves would probably be brought in to lick the cum off the floor. But Jhilsara did not want to risk some drunken orc seeing orc cum pooled on the floor below her and using that as an excuse to whip her. So Jhilsara did her best to scoop up what she could with her hands and lick it up.

Jhilsara did not have to wait long at all before another orc approached to use her. Elf princess holes were a highly desired hole for orcs to use. Jhilsara was lucky she had been a princess before her enslavement so she got to experience getting fucked that much more. As the orc crouched down behind her, Jhilsara started wiggling her ass with excitement. When the orc grabbed her hips, Jhilsara pushed her face into the floor and parted her legs wider, in anticipation of being fucked hard by the powerful orc Master. But as she felt the orc’s cock slide between her a cheeks and press against her anus, she realized he had decided to use her other hole. She grimaced as his sock began to force its way into her sore rectum. Thankfully, her back passage had been stretched and well lubricated with orc cum from being fucked numerous times that night. But it was quite battered and swollen too and she bit her lip from the intense soreness as a new orc cock impaled her ass. More than the pain, Jhilsara was disappointed that her needy slave cunt would not get fucked this time. She would not get the reward of another orgasm from this orc. But she accepted that. Her holes belonged to the orcs and they could use whichever one they pleased and however the pleased. And she knew it would not be long before another orc came along to fuck her cunt and she would get that orgasm she craved.

As the orc began thrusting hard, slamming into her from behind, Jhilsara closed her eyes and braced herself as her ass was used for the pleasure of an orc Master. She hoped he would cum soon and that another orc would come along soon to use her cunt.

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Jeardra opened the door slowly in case it began to creak. She did not want to alert the orc that was whipping her friend. The orc’s back was to Jeardra as was Vissina’s. The orc was screaming loudly at Vissina to confess and he probably would not have even heard the door if it did creak, but Jeardra did not want to take any chances. She slipped inside, raised her axe, and moved towards the orc slowly and silently. As the orc raised the whip to slash Vissina again, Jeardra rushed forward and swung the axe downward at the orc’s head. It cleaved into his skull and the orc let out a short, sharp cry before he fell silent and collapsed to the floor dead.

Vissina was still bracing to be whipped, oblivious that Jeardra was in the room or that the orc was dead. Jeardra quickly circled around to face her friend. Vissina’s eyes widened in shock and she started to speak but Jeardra quickly reached over to clamp her hand over her mouth. “We need to be quiet. I am not sure if there are any more orcs in here,” she whispered.

Vissina nodded and Jeardra removed her hand from her friend’s mouth. She crouched down and used the edge of the axe to cut away the rope that was holding Vissina’s ankles.

“You came for me! I am so grateful, but you should not put yourself in such danger,” Vissina whispered back. “I think there are only a few orcs here in this fort but there are many in the surrounding town!”

Jeardra nodded and whispered, “Yes, I killed a handful of orcs in this fort. Hopefully, there are no more. It is in the middle of the night and it seems most of the orcs in the town were asleep or at least not on the streets. I found a place on the wall that had a ladder. That is how I got into the town. We can use that to sneak out and get away from this place.” She finished cutting away the rope holding Vissina’s ankles and then freed her wrists as well. Jeardra hugged Vissina tightly, being careful not to touch her whipped back. Vissina hugged her back and said, “Thank you,” softly. Jeardra could hear the emotion in her voice and she could not imagine what Vissina had been through during her captivity. By the look of her back and rear, it was clear the orcs had been vicious. Thankfully, all or most of the orcs responsible were hopefully now dead.

Jeardra took Vissina’s hand and began to lead her from the cell. They made their way through the corridor and back up the stairs. As they traversed through the fort, coming back the way Jeardra had come, they passed the bodies of the orcs Jeardra had slayed, and saw no signs of any other orcs. Finally, they reached the tunnel that Jeardra had used to enter the fort. Still holding Vissina’s hand, she led her friend through the tunnel. The fist orc Jeardra had killed still lay there dead at the entrance of the tunnel. Outside it was still pitch black.

They crept through the village. The streets remained empty. At one point, they heard the gruff sound of orc voices and the two elf maidens ducked behind a building. They waited until a pair of orcs, drunk by the sound of their voices and the way they moved, stumbled by them on the street. After the orcs had passed, Jeardra and Vissina continued on. Jeardra led them to the ladder she had used to climb down from the wall into the town. Once they were at the top, Jeardra was able to pull up the ladder and set it down on the other side for them to climb down. They fled through the darkness to safety.

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Jhilsara woke up as an orc shook her. She was lying on the floor of the banquet hall and she realized she must have eventually passed out as she was used over and over by the orcs. Her whole body was sore and she could tell she smelled ripe from sex and sweat. Thankfully the first thing the orc said to her after he shook her awake was ordering her to bathe. Her legs were wobbly as she stood up and as she did she saw her sister already standing nearby. The orc led the two sisters to one of the castle bathrooms and a tub that had been filled with water. Jhilsara dipped her toes in the water and it was freezing but she knew better than to complain or plead for some warm water to be added. She climbed into the tub and Neia joined her. The two slaves began washing away the sex fluids and sweat that coated their bodies. They bathed quickly with the water being so cold, and after they climbed out, the orc threw the sisters a towel to share. The towel was already quite wet and Neia and Jhilsara dried themselves as best they could. Then the orc ordered them to follow him. Jhilsara and Neia were led through the castle to the front entrance. There stood a line of slaves chained into a coffle, all freshly bathed like the princesses by their appearance. The slaver Agdug was with them. Jhilsara recognized most of the slaves in the coffle. They were Grimnor’s “prized slaves” from the feast and orgy the night before. The orc grabbed Jhilsara’s and Neia’s arms and led them to the front of the coffle. At the front of the coffle was Thelyssia, who was Jhilsara’s and Neia’s cousin, making her royalty like them. The orc placed Jhilsara in front of Thelyssia and a chain was attached between their collars, locking Jhilsara into the coffle. Neia was then placed in front of Jhilsara. “Alright, let’s get these sluts outside!” Agdug barked.

The large wooden doors to the castle were opened and a couple orcs started cracking whips at the coffle to get them moving. Neia started walking and the others followed, eager to get moving and to avoid being lashed by the whip. Agdug led the slaves out of the castle and out of the front gate of the wall that surrounded the castle grounds, which had been repaired by slaves since the orcs had sacked the castle.

There was a large square in front of the castle gates and Jhilsara could see that dozens of wooden posts had been set up in rows throughout the square. Agdug let the slaves over to the posts. He unchained Neia from the coffle and pulled her over to the first post. “Kneel in front of the post, slut” be barked. As soon as Neia knelt, Agdug crouched down and chained her wrists behind the post so that she was secured to it.

Agdug wasted no time. He returned to the coffle, unchained Jhilsara and had her kneel at the next post and she was chained to it. Then Thelyssia was secured to the next post. One by men, slaves were removed from the coffle and secured to a post. It sunk in for Jhilsara’s what was happening. They were being sold. Or given away, more accurately. She knew Grimnor planned to give away his prized slaves, Jhilsara and Neia included, to key allies and other powerful orcs.

Jhilsara and Neia looked at each other. They both knew they might be separated, perhaps forever. But they also knew that there was nothing they could do about that fact, and there was no sense in worrying about something that they were helpless to avoid. They were chattel now to be given away or sold or used however their orc Masters pleased.

Jhilsara knelt there silently while the orcs secured the other slaves to their posts. Her heart was racing. She wondered who she would be given to. She was excited and also scared. It was not long before Jhilsara saw Grimnor coming down from the castle. With him was the goblin Vagrat, Grimnor’s chief spy. Grimnor and Vagrat headed straight over to Jhilsara and Neia.

When they reached the princesses, Grimnor turned to Vagrat. “You have served me well in this war friend. And for that I will reward you first pick among the prized slaves. I assume you wanted a princess cunt, but of course you are not limited to a princess if you want another elf cunt. If you do take a princess, I will be taking the other one as property of my orc clan and sending her back to Aegor to the territory of my clan.

“I am honored by this great gift, War Chieftain,” Vagrat said as he stepped closer to Neia. “And I would be honored to receive an elf princess as my chattel.” 

He began inspecting her, groping her breasts and then reaching around to fondle her ass. He pushed a couple fingers into Neia’s sex and began thrusting them. His fingers made a squelching noise as Neia was already slick with arousal and soon she was moaning and her hips were bucking. Vagrat withdrew his fingers from the princess and pushed her down onto her back. As soon as she was on her back, Neia parted her legs widely so that her holes were readily accessible to the goblin. Vagrat pushed his face in between her thighs. He pressed his nose in between her folds and inhaled deeply to smell her delicious scent of arousal before he pushed up his chin to slide his tongue up and down her slit. Jhilsara knew that goblins loved performing cunnilingus on elf slaves; they absolutely craved the taste of elf pussy. Neia was soon moaning loudly and squirming on the ground. Vagrat continued hungrily lapping at her snatch and within a couple minutes Neia cried out, her hips surging upward as she climaxed. Vagrat eagerly licked up all her juices.

Jhilsara watched with anticipation, eager to have the goblin’s tongue lapping at her own sex. But she was also experiencing mixed emotions. It was now clear she and her sister would be separated since one would go to this goblin and the other to Aegor to Grimnor’s clan. Jhilsara thought she would prefer an orc Master; their cocks were much bigger and they stretched and pounded her needy slave cunt that much better. At the same time, it was clear that whichever sister Grimnor took would be sent to Aegor. Perhaps Vagrat would keep his slave here and they might get to see their mother on occasion.

Jhilsara’s thoughts were interrupted when Vagrat turned his attention to her. Soon her flesh was being fondled and groped. She began squirming as her nipples were pinched and tweaked and she could tell the goblin was pleased with how quickly they stiffened. Next her ass was groped and when Vagrat pushed a finger into her anus, it barely hurt, even after the reaming it had had taken only hours before. She was fortunate that elves healed so quickly. It was clear Vagrat was happy about this fact too because he observed, “Very tight ass.” Elf holes not only healed quickly, but they remained tight no matter how much abuse they took. Vagrat pushed Jhilsara onto her back and his face was pushed in between her thighs. Like her sister before her, Jhilsara was soon moaning and squirming as Vagrat lapped at her cunt. She climaxed in no time, and Vagrat eagerly slurped up all her juices before he pulled his face away from her snatch and licked his lips. Vagrat stood up and looked between the two princesses. “Both have tasty cunts but I like that one’s cunts better,” he said pointing to Jhilsara. “The older one has bigger tits and ass and better birthing hips,” he then added, gesturing to Neia. But then he looked back at Jhilsara. “But I will take the younger one. Her hips are suitable enough for birthing and her tits will swell when they are filled with milk.”

“A good choice,” Grimnor said. Jhilsara lay there stunned. She had been eager and ready to spend her life as a sex slave. But it sunk in what her fate was to be. Goblins bred their slaves much more frequently than orcs did. Jhilsara had accepted and looked forward to serving the goblins and orcs as chattel. But the thought of being forcefully impregnated, to birth sons that would probably be killed or daughters who would be born into a lifetime slavery, was unthinkable. A nightmare. She could not bear the thought of being bred like an animal to birth babies she would never get to see.

“I will send her to Aegor but she might as well serve by giving me a couple more princess slaves before this war is over and I can return to Aegor,” Vagrat said.

“You want to send her to the breeding pens now?” Grimnor asked.

Vagrat nodded. “Aye. Might as well have a baby growing in her womb before she is off to Aegor.

Jhilsara was too stunned to speak as Grimnor gestured Agdug to come ever to unchain Jhilsara from her post.

Finally, Jhilsara started to speak. “Please Masters, do not breed me!” she cried.

Vagrat backhanded her hard, silencing her. Jhilsara had been disciplined for the first time by her new Master. She looked over at her sister and she could see her sister’s lip trembling. Neia was just as distraught about her little sister’s fate. They exchanged a sorrowful glance before a hood was placed over Jhilsara’s head and her world went black. Slaves were often bred with hoods so they would not see who was breeding them. That would be Jhilsara’s fate.

Jhilsara cried softly as a leash was attached to her collar and Vagrat began to lead his new slave to the breeding pens in the city.

As she was led away, orcs in the city that had been bestowed the right to receive one of the prized slaves were now converging on the square, eager for their turn to inspect and receive one of the valuable elf cunts.

(The End of The Tale of Jhilsara; to be continued, in The Tale of Neia)

Epilogue:

The goblin Krirdas thrust into a barely conscious elf maiden. She was tied to a post and Krirdas was settled in between her parted thighs, pounding away. His captain and right hand goblin Crogges was below her, thrusting his cock in and out of her ass. Her body was drenched in cum and cum was pouring in rivulets from her ass and pussy. Her face was absolutely plastered with cum. There were a few dozen goblins in Krirdas’s band and they had been fucking this elf maiden nonstop for two days now. 

She was Liarietha, a cousin of the slain elf king of Argothrond and a Dutchess. She had been the highest ranking member of Argothrond’s elf royalty to remain uncaptured by the orcs and goblins. She had gone into hiding. But Krirdas was a skilled bounty hunter. He served Vagrat and had been put on the task of finding this missing Dutchess. They tracked and found Liarietha hiding in a small farm along with your young daughter, some guards and ah handful of other elves from the city they had fled. After Krirdas and his band found Liarietha and the other hideaways, the male elves were all slaughtered. The youngest elf maidens who were still children, including Liarietha’s daughter, had been coffled and sent to Elevosia to be raised and trained in a camp for slave children, until they matured enough that they could be utilized as slaves. The elf maidens were all caged. Except Liarietha. She was tried to this post for Krirdas and his band to use. They had no interest in the other elf maidens in the cage because Liarietha was royalty. Her royal ass, cunt, and mouth were used hard by Krirdas and his band. She had been falling in and out of consciousness for the last day. It was a hard adjustment to go from Dutchess to sex slave. It was the middle of the night now and Krirdas wanted to get in one last fuck before he went to bed. But he knew there would be goblins using her through the night.

While Krirdas loved the feel of her tight cunt as he thrust away, he was actually quite bored. He considered himself to be one of the most skilled bounty hunter of all goblins. He had been sent to Argothrond to track down and captured the so-called Demonesses, treacherous elf maidens who had been ambushing and murdering orcs and goblins. But then they had gone silent and disappeared. Rumor was that perhaps they had been rounded up and enslaved, with those that had captured and enslaved them none the wiser who they were. Perhaps that was right and they were no longer a problem and just more slaves to be utilized. Either way, Krirdas could not track and capture the Demonesses if they were no longer operating. So, he was relegated to mundane tasks like this. Tracking down elf maidens to be enslaved. He didn’t care if this one was a Dutchess,. This was still a task beneath him. Krirdas hoped that as the war escalated with the other elf kingdoms that perhaps he would get a more respectable task. And as he thrust away into Liarietha, he finally got his wish.

A goblin approached and stood behind Krirdas, waiting until he finished using the bound elf Dutchess. The goblin was holding a small scroll. After Krirdas finally climaxed, sending another load of cum into Liarietha’s battered womb, he turned to face the goblin with the scroll. A new goblin took Krirdas’s place on top of poor Liarietha, forcing his cock into her gaping cum-filled cunt and thrusting away.

Krirdas unfurled the scroll and read it. He smiled when he finished. It was from Vagrat. “Good news, goblins. They think the Demonesses may have reemerged. A bunch of orcs and goblins that were on patrols are being found dead.

“Let’s find these cunts!” another goblin explained. “How close are they to here?”

“Not close at all. In another elf kingdom. Kahshara.” He turned to glance Liarietha. “We should give her a couple hours rest because she has a long journey ahead of her. Hurry up and get your last fucks in. Then we coffle her with the others and send them to Bhulgobrukh to be broken and trained. I am sure Grimnor will be thrilled to have some more royal elf cunt to gift away. And we finally have a good mission! We depart for Kahshara at sunrise!”