Chapter 1 - A Slave from Lashkhad

Pasiphae stirred the cooking pot in her master’s abode, keeping the soup from burning and trying her best to keep her chains from rattling and disturbing the babies that were sleeping in the sleeping area of the semi-permanent huts that her master and his wife had built up. Apparently, back in the old days before the orcs had settled the land here and created their camp, they were a nomadic people and might have moved on, but due to a dwarven fortress to the east, and the elves, Pasiphae’s people, establishing themselves in the west and now most recently in the north cutting off all chances of migrating from this place what with the mountains directly to the south, they had nowhere to go, so they established a permanent encampment here.
 
This had unfortunately led to them beginning to raid the outer lands of the Dwarven fortress of Uhmkazid, and, the southeastern lands of the Elves of Lashkhad, where her village had been. For a moment Pasiphae’s stirring slowed, as she thought of her home, thinking of the fields that her father tended… thought of how… they cut him down. The orcs had arrived without warning. One moment she was helping milk her mother of her sweet milk, something they were planning on using for Dad’s birthday breakfast, nice sweet milk from mother to go with Mom’s special berry bread she’d made. It, it was... Pasiphae put the stirring spoon to the side of the stew pot, feeling some tears well up in her eyes, and to keep herself from crying, she breathed deeply through her mouth. There was no one to see her cry so Pasiphae didn’t hide the expression that slid across her face as she did her best to keep from crying, to keep from waking the babes. She, they didn’t need to be woken up. They needed their sleep. Even so, Pasiphae didn’t know if she could hold the sounds she might make in, so she backed away from the pot, trying her best to keep her chains from rattling as she leaned back against the main support beam that helped hold up the roof. Pasiphae slid down it, her now bountiful breasts bouncing as her round bubble butt hit the wood floor.
 
Reaching forward, Pasiphae slid her arms around her knees and pulled them close, or as close as she could. Her stomach was very large at this point, her, her master, had been using her the moment he got her, using her, making her, making her feel things she had never felt before. Now, she was as round as Mom had been when Pasiphae had been milking her of her sweet milk and had sweet milk of her own, and breasts that went out as far as her belly, though were nowhere near as large. Pasiphae buried her head into her breasts, using them to muffle her sounds as she tried her best to keep from crying. She, she needed to keep her stew from burning, or her master would be angry with her.
 
But even as she tried, Pasiphae couldn’t keep from thinking back to her home, thinking of her friends, Soteria, Thea, Tryphon, how she might never see them again. Elves were long-lived but would she ever be free? Pasiphae’s village was supposed to be safe from attacks because of the soldiers nearby, but that hadn’t stopped the orcs, and with the threat of the Gnolls coming in from the northern desert, what if she was just left here, to be bred and milked like cattle for her orc master? They wouldn’t do that… would they?
 
Yet it had already been years since she had been captured. She’d already had two children for her master, and apparently, according to the orc’s shaman who had seen to her health, and, who gave the drugs that made her feel good when her master had his way with her, had told her master that “he had strong seed” and that Pasiphae would be bearing twins. How many more would she bear? How many more could she bear? What would happen if she couldn’t bear anymore? What if she died while giving birth? Dad had said that Mom had nearly died with her, and if it wasn’t for the will of the Goddess Bount, neither of them would have made it.
 
Then, Pasiphae heard a noise from outside. Looking up, she began to pick herself up; her chains rattling as she hurriedly tried her best to wipe the tears away that had been welling up. Her master wouldn’t care about her tears, but her master’s wife, she would mock Pasiphae and degrade her whenever she saw the opportunity.
 
From the entrance of the hut, Pasiphae saw her master and his wife come in. The pig-snouted orc grumbled as he entered the abode, not bothering to even take off his mud-caked fur boots as he entered the hut, instead of heading straight for the large fur bed and sat down heavily with a deep groan. His wife on the other hand walked past Pasiphae, looking down her own pig-nosed snout at her as she approached the stew, grabbing what looked like a dwarven crafted ladle, likely stolen during a raid, and scooping up some of the stew, giving it a deep sniff as she did so before she started digging into the pouch she had on her fur armour.
 
“Cooome heeere,” Pasiphae’s master called to her, and Pasiphae nodded, turning away from the stew she had been making. She already knew what her master wanted as he tossed off his fur jacket, a sparkle in his eyes and a grin on his lips as she went to him, her eyes downcast, unable to look him in the eyes. As she came close, Pasiphae’s master reached over to the side of the bed, where there were some drinking horns that had been left from the night previous, from the last time her master had enjoyed her. Pulling the stoppers on one, he passed it to Pasiphae, and she took it gratefully.
 
Some of the orcs enjoyed it when they were causing suffering in their slaves, hurting them and beating them when they wished. Others, like her own master, found it amusing to see the “oh so civilized people” be driven to their baser instincts, becoming animals filled with lust and other emotions brought on by the shaman’s drugs. They also made things easier. Things were alright when she drank from the horns, but she wasn’t allowed them unless they were going to be sleeping together, too expensive, judging by how every time her master got them he would have a long time bartering it down to the lowest he could get it with what he had brought back from the hunts.
 
Even so, it was the small mercies that her master gave her that kept her from completely falling to despair, that and her sons who she nursed. Two strong boys, both of them half-orcs, and both, destined to fight for the orc tribe if they weren’t rescued. Pasiphae drank from the potion deeply, feeling light-headed as the fumes of the thing entered her lungs, and she started to feel a bit dizzy, and, as she pushed her legs together, a bit warmer down there.
 
Pasiphae passed the horn back, barely able to keep still as the warmth in her continued to bloom into a fire within, her legs rubbed together and she crossed her arms under her breasts, trying her best to keep from bringing them up to her tits, as she knew her master was able to give her more pleasure from suckling on them. Already, Pashiphae could see that her master was getting hard as he watched her squirm and shift she the drugs took hold of her, spreading a deep blush across her cheeks while her slit, exposed due to the slave clothing she wore, became slick and moist.
 
Her master reached down and had to fight with his pants to release his hidden monster, grunting a bit as one of the knots decided to be a tougher problem than usual. Pasiphae herself had no such problem, her outfit is designed to be worn while she was used by her master. It was a one-piece thing made of yak leather that was split down the middle. She would insert her legs through some leg holes, and pull the straps up so that they stayed on, then she would tie up the strings so that the thing kept together and actually supported her breasts, while still leaving access to her lower holes if a master wanted to have a go at her. Her breasts were uncovered to, a waste of leather according to her master. It was rather light for the weather, but then that was the point. In the mountains, it was almost always cold, and slaves, unless they knew how to survive with barely any clothing on, wouldn’t last long if they escaped. Not that she could really escape. Not with her sons here, as she didn’t trust the witch of a wife her master had to even keep them safe and healthy, and in the days when she wasn’t heavily pregnant, she was chained up to the main support beam by her collar, in addition to the chains she already wore that slowed her movement and kept her from spreading her arms out. In truth, she suspected that the only reason her master kept her in chains was that he liked the look of them on her. He certainly liked the collar she wore, since his wife, wore a similar one, only with a band of gold around it instead of it just being plain iron.
 
As Pasiphae gazed at her master, he made a spinning motion with his hand, while his other held a different horn. Pasiphae recognized what was about to happen, and blushed harder as she did as her master commanded, turning around, and not even needing a prompting before she bent over and presented herself to him. Her master made an amused sound as she did so, and the Pasiphae heard the pop of a cork being taken out of the horn that her master held. There was the sound of shifting behind her before finally, Pasiphae felt the hand of her master begin to caress her ass, his fingers slippery and slimy as he began to touch her back there, sliding thick fingers into the crack of her ass, spreading lube on it. She was pregnant after all, and the orcs had a custom about only being allowed to fucking their pregnant wives and concubine in the ass, otherwise, they would hurt the baby.
 
Pasiphae felt the pinkie of her master begin to circle her hole, making it shift and twitch in anticipation, knowing what would be happening soon. The elf felt herself begin to pant as her master started to push his finger into her. It didn’t hurt, not after her master used her regularly, but it still felt good to have something in there as her master got her ready. He could do this for a long time, fucking her with his fingers, driving up her lust as he pleasured her ass with his fingers, waiting patiently for her to do what he wanted. The thing he wanted, was for Pasiphae to beg for his cock, to fuck her like the whorish animal that she was, to show him that she was lower than even they were, that the elven pretence of superiority was a lie.
 
Pasiphae, maybe once had held that belief, that the elves were superior, that they were superior because their great nation had survived the fall of the empire. Lashkhad had faced off against the gnollish hordes that the regular army had fled from, they’d not only braved them but defeated them, then drove them back into the desert from their camps by the oases. Every child knew the story of the great rangers.
 
Yet they’d been unable to defend them, defend their village from the barbarous orcs, and they’d been unable to save them. There had to be hundreds of slaves here, being used by their orc masters. Some were used as cattle, being milked and impregnated. Pasiphae had seen them, being guided on ropes with their hands behind their backs and their breasts exposed to the cold open air. She’d seen the slave auctions, where humans from the east along with orcs and even the dwarves looked them up and down like property, fondling them, touching them. Pasiphae remembered staring at an elf girl who was heavily pregnant, cuffed in irons, a blindfold, and being led around on a leash like an animal, dragging her heavily pregnant body along the grass while her master sold her milk and sold… other things.
 
“M-master,” Pasiphae called out, barely capable of breathing properly as her mind wandered back from the lewd and erotic sights she’d seen while here. Pasiphae felt her master’s thick finger spreading her out for his wonderous cock, spurring on a fire that the drugs had fuelled. She, she needed it. Once she’d been able to resist for much longer as he played with her, feeling her up, and once, the drug had been needed to even begin to light the fire in her. Now though, now she always had that lewd fire burning inside of her, wanting it, desiring her master’s cock. It was the only time when she could forget the world, forget how she’d been left behind by the civilization, or worse yet, that the orcs were winning, that she was going to be contributing to their war effort with her half-orc children.
 
She didn’t want to be responsible for it. She didn’t want to contribute to the war effort that had taken her and made a slave out of her. She wanted to be free, but at the same time, she couldn’t help the dark part, the lewd part that desired the sweet sanctuary that the shaman’s drugs gave her. Pasiphae loved how they made her feel hot and bothered, how they made her crave and desire cock, how when she took them they made the world so much more bearable, because when she took them her master would make her feel good, and her mind would go blank.
 
“Please, cock, I… I want cock… please,” Pasiphae asked, trying to keep her voice down for the children, her children, her master’s children, all of them. Then she felt it, her master’s cock, the thick slab of meat that had made her feel so good, that had made life, in addition to being allowed to keep her children, bearable. Her master slid his cock into Pasiphae, slowly stretching her out as the lube made the entrance slick. Pasiphae’s mouth opened as she started to cry out but her master’s wife was ready, sticking a large leather ball in her mouth and sliding a strap over her head. Pasiphae cried into the leather ball gag her master’s wife had stuck in her mouth, muffling the cry of pleasure that Pasiphae began to release as her master slid into her slowly, ever so slowly, filling her ass up with thick green orcish meat. Pasiphae’s eyes rolled back as her master bottomed out in her ass, his large balls pressing against her slavering pussy, warming up her already sweltering crotch. Her elven ass twitched and clenched on the intruder, massaging his dick and pleasing Pasiphae as the contractions drove through her.
 
Soon, however, it wasn’t enough for her master as he gripped Pasiphae’s ass, and began to thrust into her. Driving his cock in and out of Pasiphae’s ass, making pig-like snorts with each thrust. Pasiphae herself moaned and grunted in unison from the fucking as her master with each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her, causing her ass to clench around his member as he violated her ass in a way that made her feel so good. Filling a void in her that she felt whenever he wasn’t playing with her ass that she never wished to admit. She missed his cock when he was away, she missed how he held her close after they fucked, after he pleased himself with her and rubbed her belly, how he’d slowly been addicting her with his drugs to his cock that soon enough he might not even need them in order to make her feel good, to make her submit to her whorish desires. The only good things these days is caring for her children and fucking, how could she resist? She’d been here for years with no sign of rescue. She could do nothing except enjoy the feeling of being fucked, ride the waves of pleasure, and love when her master fucked more children into her, filling her belly up like her mother’s had been the day they’d all been captured, and milking her bountiful breasts of their sweet milk.
 
Arms wrapped themselves under Pasiphae’s arms as she felt herself get pulled up and then onto her back, onto her master’s stomach. She felt his strong and powerful hands then retreat and grip onto her ass as her master spread her legs with his own so that her soaked and dripping pussy was exposed. Her eyes rolling back, Pasiphae noticed that her master’s wife was kneeling on the bed with what looked like a strange orangey-brown protrusion from her waist attached to some kind of harness. Pasiphae tried to say something but all that came out was a questioning sound before she felt her master press into her again, turning that questioning sound into a pleasured moan.
 
Rather than explain, Pasiphae’s master’s wife just crawled forward until she was over top of her, grabbing one of Pasiphae’s breasts while suckling the other, drinking in her milk. Pasiphae moaned once again as she felt the protrusion press against and then enter into her pussy, penetrating her ignored and needy pussy. Soon enough the wife had begun to fuck her. It was against orc custom as Pasiphae understood it, and she mentally thanked the gods for it happening. She hadn’t been fucked in her pussy for months now, and despite herself, she found that her fingers couldn’t compare to her master, and while this wasn’t as good as that, it still felt amazing to get anything bigger than her fingers in there. The wife began at an even more brutal speed of her thrusts, thrusting the faux phallus in as deep as it would go before pulling back to thrust once more. Pasiphae couldn’t help herself but cry out in joy as her pussy was finally being fucked while her master was fucking her ass, the two cocks pressing against the wall between them and the one the wife was fucking her with was hitting just right, that wonderful special spot as she thrust. She felt like she was going to burst, that the bubble of lust within her was finally reaching its peak, each thrust blowing the bubble up bigger, and bigger, and bigger as pleasure rocked Pasiphae’s system. It was getting to be too much!
 
With a final set of grunts, Pasiphae’s master let out a final grunt as he hilted himself in her once again, and she felt his cock twitch. Pasiphae felt the hot cum of her master filling her ass with his wondrous seed as she continued to try to fuck his hard cock, but he held her close so she could barely move as he unloaded into her ass, all the while, his wife kept fucking her, going even harder now and Pasiphae’s eyes rolled back as finally the bubble burst, she seized up and arched her back, crying out in ecstasy into her gag as she came, her ass milking her master’s cock while her pussy tried to coax out anything from the metal cock that the wife was fucking her with. Pasiphae felt the wife pull away from her and her master pushed her forwards once more, landing on her hands and knees. Suddenly she felt her master begin to continue to thrust into her, prolonging her orgasm as her master sent more and more pleasure through her from her ass, while his wife came forth with jars.
 
Pasiphae’s master grabbed her arms and pulled them up from the bed, exposing her breasts to the wife as he continued to fuck her while at the same time barely holding her still. The wife reached out and grabbed a flopping nipple, and keeping a hold of it despite the leaking milk. With expert hands, she began to pinch Pasiphae’s nipple and draw it down, milking a spurt of milk into the jar. Pasiphae moaned in a suspiciously bovine way as the milking only added onto the overwhelming pleasure that was melting Pasiphae’s mind. It was too much the elven maiden, and Pasiphae came again, just from her ass and breasts.


