The prisoners were pulled along the cold stone corridor sporadically lit by torches breaking up the darkness. Several large and heavily armed orcs flanked them as they stumbled single file behind the largest of the green-skinned creatures.
The Elves only a few hours before had numbered thirty had been reduced to just six after being ambushed by the Orcs and their beasts of war. Stripped of their armor and weapons the survivors were shackled by the neck and chained together were then force marched to the base of the mountains and into the fortress deep carved into them.
The Elves had failed, It had always practically been a suicide mission, but they had to attempt the rescue despite what the council had said. It was the darkest day in recent memory for the Wood Elves. What should have been a relatively small skirmish turned into a massacre for the Elves leaving their King dead on the field of battle and both twin heirs the Prince & Princess taken as prisoners and brought to the Orcs dark fortress. Several weeks of grief and anger followed as many Elven Rangers wanted to attempt a rescue, but the city council forbidding it stating that it would be an impossible task.
The council wasted no time in solidifying their power pulling all Ranger units back to the city leaving the wilds unguarded and farms and villages at the mercy of Bandits and Orcs. Refugees flowed into the city over the next several days before the gates were ordered to be closed and not to be opened again until the crisis was over. Martial law and a curfew was enacted, citizens were jailed for the slightest infraction by the Councils recently annointed crimson cloaked and masked Watchers, all personally selected for their loyalty to the new ruling group. Kali along with many others of the Rangers planned to break out and try to free the Royal twins assuming they still lived. The city wouldn't last much longer under the current conditions.
After several nights of careful preparation and planning a breakout of Elven Rangers escaped the city and made their way to the Orc stronghold. The Rangers were made up of some of the best and most seasoned scouts and warriors that the Wood Elves had. Two days of hard riding through the wilds reinforced the need their resolve as they passed by the burnt out remains of villages and the rotting bodies of Elves that hadn't made it to safety in time left where they fell and others who were not as lucky. Kali took note that many had evidently suffered indignaties at the hands of the Orcs before they were granted the release of death.
The Elves were within half a days ride to the Fortress and prepared themselves. The Scouts had yet to return bar one called Feno confirmed that the surrounding area was surprisingly quiet. The force of Rangers steadily made their way onwards expecting the other two scouts to return soon.
It happened in an instance an arrow flew out of the trees and struck one of the Elves squarely in the chest. He was dead before he hit the ground as a roar from all around erupted and dozens of Orcs and beasts charged at the surprised defenders from all directions. The slaughter was quick and bloody. Most of the Elves were cut down in moments whilst the remainder attempted to mount a defence. Within a few minutes the battle was over. The Elven survivors were encircled by the menacing Orcs many of their weapons dripping the blood of the dead onto the ground. A large, brutish looking Orc pushed through his comrades. He stood taller and was bulkier than the rest, he wore around his neck a rope adorned with severed ears of many Elves and demanded the Elves to drop their weapons. A young Ranger charged at the Orc Captain in a rage his sword raised to strike, but he wasn't fast enough.
The Orc grabbed his wrist as the Elf swung his sword and he was lifted off the ground his weapon falling to the ground. The captain slammed his fist into the face of the young Elf breaking his nose and leaving him bloodied. The Orc dropped him onto the ground and kicked hard into his poor victims belly causing him to cough up blood. The Orcs surrounding them burst into laughter, but the captain wasn't finished. Grabbing the hem of his loincloth and lifting the material he exposed his thick, long cock putting any Elf to shame and grasping it with one hand and pointing it at the broken form beneath him he started to piss. Dark yellow foul smelling liquid coated the Elf who struggled to avoid the stream. He tried to keep his mouth closed, but with his nose already broken he had to relent to breathe and instantly he was filled with disgusting salty liquid. The Orcs continued to bellow loudly as their captain shook out the last few drops over the humiliated and broken wretch of a man beneath him. Lifting his booted foot high off the ground he brought it down swiftly on his victims head crushing his skull and ending his life.
The remaining members of the Elven company shocked at the horror they just witnessed dropped their weapons and surrendered. The Orcs were upon them instantly. Armor and supplies were discarded, clothes were ripped and footwear was discarded. The prisoners were made up of Kali, another female Ranger, three male Rangers including the Commander of this rescue mission a grizzled Elf called Dain and the remaining Scout Feno. They were shackled and made the long march to what would likely be the place of their deaths. They had already accepted that if they failed there would be no rescue coming for them.
After several hours of a painful forced march they arrived at their destination. They were dragged into the dark fortress and the great stone door was slammed behind them. It was unlikely any of them would see the light of day again. Corridor after corridor they walked until eventually the emerged into a spacious room filled with tables and firepits. Orcs filled the room drinking, eating and fighting amongst themselves. There were even Orcs having sex either on the tables or just against the pillars around the room. From what Kali could tell all the male Orcs had massive cocks certainly bigger than any that she had seen before. Moving amongst the numerous green skins Kali was shocked to see slaves from several races including Humans from the Eastern lands and Dark Elves from the far North, the majority were fellow Wood Elves. Every slave was naked apart from the collar around their necks. Many had crude piercings and signs of torture over their bodies. Several Elves were missing an ear. They were moving amongst the people providing mugs of ale and clearing the empties. Kali watched as a drunk Orc grabbed out at a female slave and pulled her toward him she yelped as she was forced upon his lap a rough hand smothering her breasts as his tongue lapped at her neck whilst his other hand cupped her smooth sex and buried his thick meaty finger inside of her. This was obviously a common thing as no one in the vicinity paid the least bit of attention as the slave pulled the Orc's cock out from beneath his loincloth and as he pulled his finger out and tasted her she dropped to her knees and started licking the tip of his hardening shaft. The Ranger behind Kali whispered to her that the slave was one of the Royal Twins personal guard. Kali couldn't believe that one of the elite guard was on her knees trying as hard as she could to fit as much Orc cock into her mouth as possible. Elves just didn't do that.
The prisoners were moved through the room and they cam across a raised dais upon which a huge Orc sat upon a throne flanked either side by kneeling Elven slaves, their heads bowed to the floor and chains on each of their collars held by the Orc chieftainΒ The twins Kali saw in horror, they looked broken and defeated. Both of their backs showed signs of being whipped and beaten numerous times.
The prisoners chains were removed and they were lined up and forced to their knees. The chief stepped down from the dais and made his way forward. The twins made no movement and did not dare to look up at there would be rescuers. He paced back and forth along the group a cruel smirk on his face. Stopping before Commander Dain he snarled showing an element of recollection. Dain stared back definat. The chief took a guards sword and shoved it into Dains' chest and killing him instantly. He continued pacing before eventually stopping at Feno, but this time there was no swift death that followed instead the Elf stood up and bowed deep to the Orc. The chief laughed and clapped Feno on the back congratulating him on a job well done. Kali was incensed, Feno had betrayed them and led the Orcs to them and killing the other Scouts. The pair of them made no secret that he had been instructed by the council to infiltrate the rescue mission and ensure its failure. It was evident that they had been in league with the Orcs for some time and had likely led to the King's death. Feno was gifted a bag of gold and provisions and left great hall smirking at the remains prisoners as he strutted past.