Velatha was led around on her leash by Grimnor as he toured the city with Urzkhal and Agdug. Urzkhal led Ameasa with a leash. Velatha was grateful that she and Ameasa were allowed her to walk upright, rather than crawl. But that was little consolation for Velatha at the moment. As they walked through the city, Velatha was forced to witness the horrors that the elf maidens were undergoing throughout the city, many worse than those being suffered by those in the castle. Seeing the horrors around her dampened the bliss she had just felt beibg fucked. All throughout the city elf maidens were being used and abused, as orcs worked to break the elf maidens into slavery, forced them to work, and used the new slaves for their gratification.
In the center of the city, the orcs had constructed rows of whipping posts. Elf maidens were chained to each post and orcs were whipping all them. Velatha flinched as she listened to the crack of leather against flesh and the elf maidens' pained screams. She was quite experienced with being whipped at this point. And as they drew closer, she could see that the orcs lashing the slaves were using the various whipping instruments at their disposal. The standard slave whip that orcs used to break and disciple slaves had five leather straps, each strap about three feet long. It was a whip that had been used on Velatha almost daily to varying degrees. Other slaves were being beaten by wooden or bamboo canes, a much more painful device, Velatha knew well. Other orcs were using longer single-bladed bull whips. These were much harsher, and easily sliced into the flesh. Because it was so much harsher, it was usually reserved for serious punishment. Velatha knew that Neia had been whipped with these harsher whips when she had been caught with a key. Velatha knew that some of the elf maidens being whipped were being disciplined or punished, others likely just being broken into slavery, and others perhaps just being whipped for an orc's amusement or entertainment. Grimnor and Agdug hardly paid attention as the slaves screamed in pain as they were lashed. But Velatha could not look away. Some of the elf maidens being whipped were even younger than her daughters. No elf should experience such brutality but to see such young elf maidens being brutalized was especially hard for Velatha.
Nearby were rows of pillory stockades, or "fuck racks," as the orcs called them. Elf maidens were locked in each, bent over with their asses presented as orcs fucked them or beat or whipped them. Velatha had been spared this treatment as the orcs had not moved many fuck racks into the castle. As Velatha looked at the elf maidens secured in the fuck racks she saw many appeared to be barely conscious and she wondered how long they had been trapped in the horrible devices.
"We are utilizing these whipping posts and fuck racks every minute of every day, to get these elf sluts broken and conditioned as quickly as possible," Agdug explained. Velatha looked at the elf maidens secured in the devious contractions. She knew each had once had a very different life. But like for her, their pasts were now irrelevant. Their old lives were now irrelevant. Like her, they were all now chattel, a collection of meat and holes for the orcs to enjoy.
All of the elf maidens in the whipping posts were sobbing or screaming or crying out as they were lashed. But in the fuck racks, the elves in them were having a variety of reactions. Some were crying and screaming, just like those being whipped. Some were unconscious, or barely conscious and not making a noise. Still others had resigned looks of defeat on their faces. But some were moaning, or gasping, or thrusting back their hips as they were fucked. Velatha knew they were undergoing the same changes she was, their bodies now craving to be fucked by their orc oppressors.
Grimnor moved closer to the fuck racks, watching as a young elf maiden's ass was viciously beaten with a cane, causing her to wail in agony. The orc thrashing her eventually stopped and the elf maiden fell limp in the pillory, crying softly. The orc set the cane down and moved in closer, reaching down to spread her ass cheeks with one of his hands. The orc fished his cock out from his pants with his other hand and began to push it into her anus, earning renewed cries from the elf maiden.
"We need to get some more of these for the castle," Grimnor mused, motioning towards a fuck rack, and Agdug nodded. Velatha shuddered at the thought. Though a small part of her was turned on by the idea of being locked in one and helpless, to be fucked by orcs. She was ashamed to think that she might be one of the elf maidens moaning while locked in one.
Grimnor's party moved on. Near one of the gates, orcs were using slaves for their sexual gratification. Velatha pondered that perhaps the elf maidens were being broken or trained. Or perhaps the orcs just wanted a slave to fuck and abuse. Velatha knew there was little distinction. Regardless, these poor elf maidens were helpless and completely at the mercy of the orcs that used them and abused them.
She saw a young redheaded elf maiden, even younger than her daughters, on her knees, sliding her tongue up and down the shaft of an orc's erect cock. Behind the orc was an older redheaded elf maiden, her wrists bounded, looking sorrowfully at the younger one on her knees servicing the orc. Velatha assumed the older one must be the younger one's mother, or perhaps her older sister. Velatha thought of Neia and Jhilsara, and all of the terrible abuse she had witnessed being done to them and all of the vile, degrading things they had been made to do with each other. She was ashamed that she did nothing to aid her daughters, even though she knew she was helpless to do anything. And she was ashamed at how easy it had become to perform perverse acts with them. She was starting to see them more as her slave sisters and less as her daughters.
Near the two redheads, Velatha saw an elf maiden straddling a seated orc, and the elf was bouncing up and down as she rode the orc's cock. The orc was grunting with pleasure, his eyes focused on her jiggling, bouncing breasts as she bounced up and down on the orc's cock.
The orc opened his mouth and took one of the elf maiden's nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it. The elf maiden was gagged and her eyes were clamped shut. But Velatha's eyes wandered down, she looked at the orc's cock as the elf maiden's pussy slid up and down on it, and she could see that the orc's cock was coated in her creamy juices. She juiced well. Velatha thought to herself. Clearly her body was reacting to having an orc cock impaling it just as Velatha's now did. Velatha felt a yank of her leash as Grimnor moved on in his tour.
Velatha was led around on her leash by Grimnor as he toured the city with Urzkhal and Agdug. Urzkhal led Ameasa with a leash. Velatha was grateful that she and Ameasa were allowed her to walk upright, rather than crawl. But that was little consolation for Velatha at the moment. As they walked through the city, Velatha was forced to witness the horrors that the elf maidens were undergoing throughout the city, many worse than those being suffered by those in the castle. Seeing the horrors around her dampened the bliss she had just felt beibg fucked. All throughout the city elf maidens were being used and abused, as orcs worked to break the elf maidens into slavery, forced them to work, and used the new slaves for their gratification.
In the center of the city, the orcs had constructed rows of whipping posts. Elf maidens were chained to each post and orcs were whipping all them. Velatha flinched as she listened to the crack of leather against flesh and the elf maidens' pained screams. She was quite experienced with being whipped at this point. And as they drew closer, she could see that the orcs lashing the slaves were using the various whipping instruments at their disposal. The standard slave whip that orcs used to break and disciple slaves had five leather straps, each strap about three feet long. It was a whip that had been used on Velatha almost daily to varying degrees. Other slaves were being beaten by wooden or bamboo canes, a much more painful device, Velatha knew well. Other orcs were using longer single-bladed bull whips. These were much harsher, and easily sliced into the flesh. Because it was so much harsher, it was usually reserved for serious punishment. Velatha knew that Neia had been whipped with these harsher whips when she had been caught with a key. Velatha knew that some of the elf maidens being whipped were being disciplined or punished, others likely just being broken into slavery, and others perhaps just being whipped for an orc's amusement or entertainment. Grimnor and Agdug hardly paid attention as the slaves screamed in pain as they were lashed. But Velatha could not look away. Some of the elf maidens being whipped were even younger than her daughters. No elf should experience such brutality but to see such young elf maidens being brutalized was especially hard for Velatha.
Nearby were rows of pillory stockades, or "fuck racks," as the orcs called them. Elf maidens were locked in each, bent over with their asses presented as orcs fucked them or beat or whipped them. Velatha had been spared this treatment as the orcs had not moved many fuck racks into the castle. As Velatha looked at the elf maidens secured in the fuck racks she saw many appeared to be barely conscious and she wondered how long they had been trapped in the horrible devices.
"We are utilizing these whipping posts and fuck racks every minute of every day, to get these elf sluts broken and conditioned as quickly as possible," Agdug explained. Velatha looked at the elf maidens secured in the devious contractions. She knew each had once had a very different life. But like for her, their pasts were now irrelevant. Their old lives were now irrelevant. Like her, they were all now chattel, a collection of meat and holes for the orcs to enjoy.
All of the elf maidens in the whipping posts were sobbing or screaming or crying out as they were lashed. But in the fuck racks, the elves in them were having a variety of reactions. Some were crying and screaming, just like those being whipped. Some were unconscious, or barely conscious and not making a noise. Still others had resigned looks of defeat on their faces. But some were moaning, or gasping, or thrusting back their hips as they were fucked. Velatha knew they were undergoing the same changes she was, their bodies now craving to be fucked by their orc oppressors.
Grimnor moved closer to the fuck racks, watching as a young elf maiden's ass was viciously beaten with a cane, causing her to wail in agony. The orc thrashing her eventually stopped and the elf maiden fell limp in the pillory, crying softly. The orc set the cane down and moved in closer, reaching down to spread her ass cheeks with one of his hands. The orc fished his cock out from his pants with his other hand and began to push it into her anus, earning renewed cries from the elf maiden.
"We need to get some more of these for the castle," Grimnor mused, motioning towards a fuck rack, and Agdug nodded. Velatha shuddered at the thought. Though a small part of her was turned on by the idea of being locked in one and helpless, to be fucked by orcs. She was ashamed to think that she might be one of the elf maidens moaning while locked in one.
Grimnor's party moved on. Near one of the gates, orcs were using slaves for their sexual gratification. Velatha pondered that perhaps the elf maidens were being broken or trained. Or perhaps the orcs just wanted a slave to fuck and abuse. Velatha knew there was little distinction. Regardless, these poor elf maidens were helpless and completely at the mercy of the orcs that used them and abused them.
She saw a young redheaded elf maiden, even younger than her daughters, on her knees, sliding her tongue up and down the shaft of an orc's erect cock. Behind the orc was an older redheaded elf maiden, her wrists bounded, looking sorrowfully at the younger one on her knees servicing the orc. Velatha assumed the older one must be the younger one's mother, or perhaps her older sister. Velatha thought of Neia and Jhilsara, and all of the terrible abuse she had witnessed being done to them and all of the vile, degrading things they had been made to do with each other. She was ashamed that she did nothing to aid her daughters, even though she knew she was helpless to do anything. And she was ashamed at how easy it had become to perform perverse acts with them. She was starting to see them more as her slave sisters and less as her daughters.
Near the two redheads, Velatha saw an elf maiden straddling a seated orc, and the elf was bouncing up and down as she rode the orc's cock. The orc was grunting with pleasure, his eyes focused on her jiggling, bouncing breasts as she bounced up and down on the orc's cock.
The orc opened his mouth and took one of the elf maiden's nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it. The elf maiden was gagged and her eyes were clamped shut. But Velatha's eyes wandered down, she looked at the orc's cock as the elf maiden's pussy slid up and down on it, and she could see that the orc's cock was coated in her creamy juices. She juiced well. Velatha thought to herself. Clearly her body was reacting to having an orc cock impaling it just as Velatha's now did. Velatha felt a yank of her leash as Grimnor moved on in his tour.
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