Chapter 2: The Subjugation of the Royals

The room echoed the sound of her cries as Alera’s screams reached a feverish pitch. Gargon took pleasure in her submission and panted heavily, his enhanced orc physiology allowing him to ravage her relentlessly. His powerful arms held her tightly as he pounded against her with such ferocity that the bed shook and creaked beneath them. She gave in completely to his animalistic desires, an ocean of pleasure washing over her with each thrust. A voice inside kept urging her on until finally she was overtaken with explosive bliss, calling out his name in jubilation.

“Oh Gargon!” Alera exclaimed in euphoria. Gargon finally felt the need to take a break looking the defilement of the Queen’s body. She had cum oozing off every part of her body, and her pussy was leaking his seed in so much quantity it looked like he made the Queen’s quim into a semen fountain.

“Slave come in here and get this slut cleaned up. She needs her new clothes.” Gargon said chuckling to himself as he looked at the exhausted and used queen on the bed beneath him.

Alera was woken up with a bucket and dragged by the guards over to the baths. She was tended to by four handmaidens, all human, most likely nobility taken as booty from the Kingdoms of man. Alera tried to go asleep. She was given a narcotic grog that she could not really place. All she knew as that she now had a warm rush of blood flow through her veins.

Alera walked back into the bed chambers naked and meekly stood in the hallway in front of Gargon who had his back to her. Alera was so shell shocked from having her world rocked six ways from Sunday she just stood in the threshold.

Gargon had a couple of chests open he looked back at the gorgeous blonde elf. He was going to choose an outfit to humiliate. The orc chortled as he looked at the vanquished queen naked and glistening from just returning from the baths.

Gargon’s lips curled into a seductive smirk as he tossed an outfit towards Alera, his voice dripping with promises of pleasure. Alera felt her cheeks flush in anticipation as she eagerly caught the delicate fabric in her grasp. It was a skimpy ensemble, leaving little to the imagination and already sending sparks of desire through her body. With slow movements, she slipped into the lacy web of strings and silver chains, each one caressing her skin like a lover’s touch. As she turned and posed for Gargon, she could feel his heated gaze on her every curve and contour. The chains criss-crossed across her body like alluring spider webs, teasingly tight and begging to be explored. Her fingers lightly traced the collar around her neck, adorned with a shining ring that symbolized their carnal desires. As Gargon stepped closer, his eyes darken with arousal, Alera couldn’t help but shiver with delight at the thought of what was to come.

He let out an actual growl that made Alera’s pussy throb, it was a pure animalistic primal sound that elves never made. Alera licked her lips and looked out of the tusk protruding from the larger lips of the Orc Chieftain.

Gargon reach out a hand slowly and wrapped it around Alera’s neck. His grip was powerful. He easily maneuvered over to another box and pulled out various accessories. He placed it along Alera’s body as if seeing how it looked with the rest of the outfit. Then he saw it and made a lustful moan when he picked it up. They were known to dwarven folk as Cave Stars. Gems that looked almost like diamond but had the properties of glass.

Satisfied he was atop of her in not time. Picking her up spreading her legs and beginning a new experience in Orc pounding. I was domination incarnate, nothing loving about it, sheer conquest.

Alera sounded like some sort of erotic machine, the clapping of skin at the same time the bells jingle only punctuated the violation Alera was receiving. Gargon ended up fucking her three more times in the position before letting her follow him, not that she had much of a choice as he had her leash. His cum glistened along her thighs. Gargon was more than ecstatic at the healing pussy of his new slave. He figured he would kill the queens like the other captives he had in the past, unable to withstand the might of orc cock pounding them constantly.

“Remind me to have you thank Mara for giving you the gift of a healing pussy.” Gargon chortled out, Alera weakly nodded with her stamina waning fast.

“Ah, ah, ah cannot have you slacking on the job slut. Here have some more Grog.” Gargon ordered while shoving the crude goblet in front of her. The queen took her dainty hands and cupped it with both of them before downing the entire goblet. It took even less time before her body was humming awake with narcotic arousal.

“How are you able to keep going Master...” Alera asked astonished at Gargon’s stamina.

“Silly whore, I am an Orc, one that is even more blessed than others. You will find my stamina outlast your dainty cunts that you call men, many times over. It is considered bad form if we go less than five times in a row. I can sometimes go three times that number. “ Gargon said non-chalantly as he was moving Alera’s body about, manipulating as if she was a toy.

Before she knew it he had her ankles trapped under one of his massive hands and her legs were being pulled up exposing her leaking sex. Alera moaned loudly at being dominated so.

Gargon positioned himself between Alera’s spread legs, his cock throbbing and dripping with excitement. The image of the queen, helpless and at his mercy, made his orc blood boil with desire.

He thrust into her without warning, the sensation of her tight walls gripping him like a velvet glove making him groan in pleasure. He began to move in a steady rhythm, each thrust eliciting a gasp or moan from Alera’s lips.

Her body responded eagerly to his rough handling, her hips lifting to meet his every thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the chamber, mixing with Alera’s wanton cries of pleasure.

“Master ... oh gods, Master,” she whimpered, her voice thick with lust and need. “Your cock ... it’s ... it’s incredible!”

Gargon grinned triumphantly at her words, relishing in the feeling of dominating the queen who had once been out of his reach. He quickened his pace, driving into her harder and faster until they were both panting and moaning in unison.

Alera’s head thrashed back and forth on the pillows as Gargon continued to ravage her relentlessly. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to do anything but cling to him as he took her to new heights of ecstasy.

“Please ... please don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly, tears streaming down her face as Gargon showed no signs of slowing down. “I need you ... need your cock...”

Gargon growled lowly at the sound of her desperate pleas for more. His primal instincts taking over as he pounded into her with all he had. He could feel himself nearing his release but refused to let it consume him just yet.

He wanted to hear Alera scream out his name again before he gave her what she so desperately craved. His hands gripped onto her hips, holding her in place as he thrust into her with a newfound intensity.

Five hours later...

Gargon finally stopped. Alera had passed out. He smirked as he let her lay in a pool of his cum, it oozed off her body like it had been dipped. She weakly moaned in pleasure even after they stopped. She was awaken by the handmaidens who were in the process of cleaning her up. She had been taken to the bathing chambers to be made presentable for the war chief. Unlike the ceremony before where she was undressed. She was being oiled to make her skin appear glossy, and she found herself fitted with a slave collar, it was golden like her outfit, the outfit had strings that covered nothing and accentuated everything.

The Banquet Hall

The throng of Orcs eagerly awaited their Chieftain’s return to see his new slave beside him. Karg the Keen One was presently talking to one of the under chiefs when the the battle drum sounded to herald their King arriving. Unlike the pomp and ceremony of the “civilized” world the Orc simply growled and became quite standing in their spots.

The red skin orc arrived with a chain in his hand. The chain ended around the neck of the elf he had in tow, his new slave, Ex-Queen Alera. She was naked save for the crown on her head and the revealing outfit, and the bells that adorned her belly, ankles and wrists. The woman walked funny and leaking Gargon’s cum from her sex and ass. The inside of her thighs also had his seed. She looked exhausted and much more docile than the evening before. No doubt Alera discovered a physiological fact of the difference between Orcs and Humans, Elves and Dwarves, an Orc male can ejaculate several times in one session without having to wait. Queen Alera in particular found out that Gargon was even more gifted in this regard than almost any Orc in existence.

He made it to his throne and plop down, the gorgeous Queen had all eyes on her as they ogled her gorgeous naked body. She plopped down next to the leg of Gargon and closed her eyes.

“Karg what is the timeline for our next phase?” Gargon asked.

“Next we make sure we start the process of gathering all the crops from Sylvania and placing them in our food stores. We also need to finalize our deal with the Solus Company for use of their mercenary navy, with it we can breach the defenses of our next target, the Island of Gravos. Capturing it will destroy the economy of every other Kingdom on the continent. Including the Human Kingdom of Osario.

“Bring in Mara. We need to talk about her coven. We will need her for the next phase of our plan.” Gargon chortled. Alera had arms wrapped around the right calf of Gargon with her head resting upon it.

“Summon the-” Karg said with a grin as he saw Mara appear. She always had a way of appearing when she was needed.

The beautiful sorceress walked in on bare feet, her creamy skin contrasting the dark black velvet robe she wore. She had cut a slit over her right leg. She walked with a sensuous gait and Gargon looked on with lust as well, but also with adoration, the woman had taught him many spells after all.

“Welcome, oh wise Sorceress, we are discussing preparations for our next phase.” Gargon announced before continuing.

“Did you enjoy the gift I gave you? I take it you are having fun?” Gargon asked arching a brow in curiosity.

Mara smirked as if proud and happy he asked the question. She then looked behind her and called out, “Gayle come here you are needed.” Alera head shot up as she tried to look to see who she was calling, not missing the fact that she referred to her husband by a female name.

Alera’s heart sank as the clacking of heels echoed throughout the throne room. When her husband, now wearing a silk nightie and sporting a meticulous makeup job, stepped into view, she couldn’t deny the truth: he had been grossly deformed overnight. His hips had widened, his bulge was almost nonexistent, and his feet were now contorted to fit in tiny women’s heels - it was like his body had been re-sculpted with only seduction in mind. The man who’d been masculine the night before now had a wiry frame filled out by pockets of soft flesh that gave him an unwontedly feminine silhouette.

Alera felt her heart breaking as she saw the beloved person of her life standing before her, reduced to a mere object of scorn by their shared enemy. Galaeron, one of the most mighty and capable wizards from all of Arcanna, was now nothing more than a puppet for the cruel amusement of others. Gayle shuffled up to Mara’s side, lowering his head in shame. Mara tenderly placed an arm around him and cupped his exposed buttocks with her other hand.

Mara’s voice echoed with a disturbing cadence that sent shivers down the spines of King Gargon and his Orcs. “Well King Gargon, I got jealous that you had a bitch so I decided I should get one too, I helped mentor you after all” Mara declared wickedly, her eyes narrowed to thin slits as she relished in the envy she felt.

The Orcs broke out into an unholy laughter, their voices booming like thunder through the air. Alera slumped against Gargon, her body sagging with resignation as she knew what was coming. Mara cackled hysterically as she proclaimed triumphantly “What do you think of her Lord Gargon? She is a work in progress but we are well on our way to bring my creation to life.”

“By the Gods that was one night’s work?” Gargon asked amazed at the progress of the former King’s transformation.

“Oh yes, well I normally would pace myself more, but Gale here earned my most utmost attention. The elfy cunt did murder my sister and my daughter. She will learn to accept her new role. Moreover, she will make a most sexy edition to my stable.” Mara said leaning over to suckle her charges earlobe possessively.

Sissified Galearon shivered at the possessive touch of her nemesis. It was then the Alera noticed the collar glowing slightly from her former husband. He was being transformed and depowered by his former enemy. She was paying him back in spades. The collars were used to siphon the magical energy of imprisoned wizards. She had placed one upon his neck, he would be permanently magically drained within the week, moreover, he was definitely being magically transformed.

Alera did not have that much time to gawk at her husband as Gargon strong arms easily pinned her to the banquet table facing the entire crowd.

“Look at them my sexy little elf slut. I am about to make them see you the face you make when your Master’s cock fucks your pussy.” Gargon chortled before slapping Alera’s ass hard. Alera immediately spread her legs. She could not help herself; the orc had made her cum more in mere hours than her previous centuries of existence.

“Look at that boys she is dripping!” Gargon laughed reaching forward to open her nether lips with his hand. To make matters worse Alera moaned. She could not help herself, she was already ready to cum.

Gargon showed his wet fingers to the entire banquet hall who all laughed callously at Alera’s arousal. Gargon was relishing the humiliation of the warrior queen asked her question as she was bent over so.

“Tell me slut, did you come last night, and do not even think of lying” Gargon barked while slapping the Queen’s ass in emphasis.

“Gods! Yes Master!” Alera panted out in obvious arousal.

“She sounds like she is going to cum already, Gargon!” An Orc General bellowed out across the banquet hall.

“Wait to you see this bitch squirt. She is so tight her body heals so quickly. I love this magical cunt.” Gargon cackled.

“Elbows on the table now!” Gargon growled smacking the former’s queen’s ass cheeks again.

“Yes Master!” Alera cried out quickly planting her elbows on the table so she was facing the entire hall. You could tell the ordeal so far was starting to where her down, the defiance present the night before was already wavering.

As the Orcs laughed and jeered at her, Alera could feel herself starting to break. She had been a proud warrior queen, feared and respected by all who knew her. And now here she was, bent over a table in front of her enemies, being humiliated and used for their pleasure.

But even as she felt her pride slipping away, another part of her couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of Gargon’s cock inside her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, the way he seemed to know exactly how to hit every spot and make her scream with pleasure.

She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust, but at the same time, she knew that once she came, she would have to face the reality of her situation. Gargon would own her completely, body and soul. And there was no going back from that.

“Master ... please...” Alera gasped out between moans as she felt herself nearing the edge. She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore - mercy? Release? Both seemed equally impossible under Gargon’s control.

But instead of granting her wish, Gargon only seemed to quicken his pace, driving into her with even more force. Alera could hear the laughter and taunts of the Orcs around them growing louder as they watched their leader dominating the once mighty Queen.

And then it happened - Alera couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body shook with pleasure as she came hard around Gargon’s cock, crying out his name in ecstasy for all to hear.

The Orcs erupted into cheers and applause as Alera slumped forward onto the table in exhaustion. She could feel Gargon still pumping into her, prolonging her orgasm until it became almost unbearable.

Alera’s head was spinning as she was dragged to a nearby wall by Gargon. Her body still tingled from her intense orgasm, but the thought of what was about to come next made her stomach churn with dread.

Gargon pressed her against the cold stone, his rough hands gripping her hips tightly as he positioned himself behind her. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he leaned in close, his voice low and commanding in her ear.

“Spread your legs,” he growled, and Alera obeyed without hesitation. She knew resistance was futile at this point - she was completely at the mercy of these orcs.

Gargon wasted no time, slamming into her with a force that took Alera’s breath away. She gripped onto the masonry for support as he pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust sending new waves of pleasure through her body.

But it wasn’t just Gargon who was using her - another orc had stepped forward pulled her top half to him off the wall and slid his cock into Alera’s mouth, forcing himself deep down her throat. She gagged and sputtered on his cock, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to catch a breath.

The two orcs worked together like a well-oiled machine, using Alera’s body for their own pleasure. She felt completely helpless and degraded, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny the arousal that coursed through her veins.

As Gargon continued to pound into her from behind, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. Alera cried out tears of joy as she came hard again on Gargon’s cock. Alera could only moan hard onto the cock that was stretching her mouth. The suction of her moan caused the Orc to start to cum a hefty load down her gullet until it was erupting out the sides of her lips.

Gargon’s thrusts became more frantic, his cock swelling within her. She knew this was the moment she had been dreading - the moment when he would claim her fully, marking her as his property.

But as he thrust deeper and harder, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief washing over her. She had been fighting against this for so long, and now that it was finally happening, it was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

As Gargon groaned and thrust in a final time, Alera could feel him spurt hot cum into her. He held her tightly as he caught his breath, his chest rising and falling against her back.

“You’re mine now, little elf,” Gargon whispered, his voice thick with lust. “You belong to me.”

Alera nodded weakly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She was so far beyond able to resist him her body now responding to his every touch.

“That is a good queen. It was said your unit could take ten orcs for every one felled. I think it is time to show us. Alera was still catching her breath when Gargon motion for more orcs to come to their location. Eight other orcs joined them.

Nargoz, get the bindings and tie my little slut up to be served.

The Tie that Binds...

It took only a few minutes but the Orc had her trussed up now. She knew she was about to get used hard. The Orc placed her in bound suspension. She hung about at the orcs crotch level. Her ankles were tied wide open and her hands were tied to each other behind her back. She hung from the ceiling like a chandelier, her pussy and asshole completely exposed.

She barely noticed it but the Orcs were playing some sort of game. The game she would find out determined the order of partners she would entertain.

While Alera was about to get gangbanged. She heard her husband’s screams from inside the area which Mara inhabited. They were sounding increasingly feminine. She did not have time to ponder too long on the fate of her husband because as soon as it entered her head she felt someone putting some sort of cold gris up her anus.

Gargon was in the midst of talks with his Orcs, they were talking business, while she was being prepared to do a different type of business with ten very lucky orcs.

Gargon spotted this and grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Looks like you’re going to be a good little bitch for me, Alera,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Alera couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of excitement coursing through her veins as the sounds of her husband’s screams echoed in her mind. She could feel the cold gris slowly spreading inside her, making her feel even more violated and vulnerable.

“Alright boys, let’s get her nice and ready for entertaining!” Nargoz grunted, adjusting the straps that held Alera’s arms and legs in place.

Alera’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked down at her body, completely exposed and vulnerable. She could feel the cold air tickling her sex, and the scent of the surrounding orcs filled her nostrils. They were all eager to have their turn with her.

As Nargoz continued to adjust the bindings, Gargon approached her. He towered over her, his eyes dark with lust as he ran his hands down her body.

“You ready for this, Alera?” he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Alera swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. “Whatever you want, Master,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The first two orcs to approach Alera were Nargoz and Throk. They were both massive in size, their muscular bodies covered in scars and tattoos. Nargoz had a vicious scar running down his cheek, while Throk’s tusks protruded from his lower jaw.