Slave Queen of the Orcs: Part 1 Turning

Part 1: Turning

Celebrian had sunk to her knees in the clutches of her orc captors, but they would not let her hide her face as they tortured and slaughtered her retinue. Their sharp, dark claws dug viciously into the alabaster flesh of her arms; their hands fisted in her silver tresses kept her watching the violent scene before her. They spoke to her in the common tongue, though it was foul in their vile mouths.


“Best keep your eyes open, elf-bitch, or Ishnazugk is like to sew them open for ye,” the orc holding her by the hair yanked it back harshly and ran his tongue against her ear. “He wants ye to watch everything that happens to yer guards. Everything. He says yer a great Lady amongst the filthy elves, and that ye needs ter learn yer place.” He gave another vicious jerk to her hair, and Celebrian longed to cry out, but she pressed her lips together and did not make a sound. Though she felt the tears gather and pool in her eyes, she did not let one spill and betray her to her captors.


Orcs hate the elves with a fiery jealousy that gnaws and eats at them from within at all times. The elves are their lost kindred, pure and light, where they have been twisted into blackness by the machinations of the Dark Lord across the long ages of Arda. Tortured and bred in the most vile pits of darkness and despair, they are now wholly his, and wholly evil in their nature.


One by one, the elves of Celebrian’s guard were beaten until nearly unconscious and then brutally raped by their captors. Celebrian was forced to watch the vile, sweating, grunting orcs thrust their gigantic, spurting organs into the bowels and mouths of her kin. The erect penis of an orc is an instrument of destruction, eighteen inches in length and six in girth, roughly ridged and hard as a tree trunk when engorged. Thrust into the bowels of an elf, it churned and ruined, wrecking the bowel and bruising organs deep within. The violent, merciless pounding of a virgin asshole leaving the violated elf in gasping agony, his life’s blood, shit and the copious slime of orc jism flowing from his stretched and ruined anus while he was grasped by the hair and forced to lick clean the soiled phallus of his destructor.


His bruised lips were forced apart, spread wide and painfully by orc meat being pumped forcefully into the back of his throat, heedless of breath or life. The elf’s throat distended painfully as an orc’s hips slammed painfully into his face, the massive cock forced past the epiglottis and down into the esophagus while balls the size of apples slapped against his chin. Hair held tightly, grasped in taloned, black-nailed claws, and tears streaming down the elf’s face while the orc thrust until he shuddered again, flooding the mouth and throat of the Elf with more of its vile seed.