The Decoy Princesses

Pt. 02: Fate of the Fallen.

What happened to the five who were auctioned off at the Citadel...

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Author's Notes: Some of you have been asking for a sequel to this story. Originally, I wasn't going to do one as I thought that I'd done an alright job on the first one and that it had a good, natural end to it. I really didn't think that I had anywhere else to go with this story.

Then I looked at more anime & hentai porn online that had elves in them... LOL. ;D

Anyway, the more I thought about it after that, the more I realized that I did have one major plot hole left open and that was the five elven girls that were auctioned off at the citadel. That, and people have been begging me to know if Sharia's baby is a boy or a girl. That question is answered in here as well. So, once more unto the breech. All characters engaging in sexual relations in this story, of course, are eighteen years of age or higher, regardless of fantasy species or height.

I hope that you all enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1:

"I AM YOUR SLAVE!" The elven woman who was bent over the stone railing high atop the central spire of the Storm Citadel wailed for all to hear.

"MY PEOPLE!" Kerug the Unstoppable then shouted in triumph from behind her, "the Princess has agreed to be my slave! Per our bargain; the auctions are now closed! Captain, see to it that the captives are released back to their people. Everyone now bear witness the downfall of the high and mighty Princess of Caoluna!"

"No!" Alyndra gasped, unable to resist the urge to turn around to look. Sure enough, from what she could tell as she was led away by her new orc master, Princess Gwyndolyn was naked and splayed out for all to see with her golden crown atop her blonde head. Her master, an orc named Grug from what she overheard the goblin say when he collected his gold, snarled at her and tugged on her leash, yanking her back into step with him. Alyndra bowed her head, her golden hair cascading down to hide her face, and wept as she was led through the streets. The rumors were indeed true; Princess Gwyndolyn was captured and that meant that all was now lost. The orc captured her and now they'd force the entire elven race into slavery.

In front of her, Grug laughed at her misery. "Awww, poor elf, how's it feel to be on the losing side for once?" he guffawed, yanking her leash again to make her stumble. "Don't worry, the next elf town I plunder I'll have enough gold to buy another slave to keep you company, provided I don't just catch one outright!"

He pulled her into a ramshackle home that was still within the citadel walls itself. Grug grabbed her upper arm and flung her in the direction of the bed that was covered with many furs. Alyndra shrieked as she stumbled over its side, her naked bottom now presented for him. Grug quickly tied her leash off onto the post of the simple headboard before coming up behind her.

Alyndra tried to stand up but Grug pushed her back over. His tunic, boots, and breeches were off a minute later. When she felt his huge or cock press in between the cleft of her buttocks she cried out again and tried one more time to stand up. Grug grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her down, this time holding her in place. She whined and squirmed and that only seemed to excite him as he slowly dry humped her, his cock hardening with every passing moment.

When he was fully erect, he kicked her legs slightly apart, used his free hand to grab her by the waist, and pushed into her. Alyndra gripped his fur covers in her delicate hands as she felt his huge cock split her wide open ever so slowly. He was pushing into her tightness so hard that she reactively kicked her legs as she tried to adjust to how big he was. Inch by inch his cock inexorably invaded her body until he was inside of her all the way. "NOOOOOOOO!" she whined, burying her face into the furs while her body betrayed her by firming up her breasts and nipples while slickening her sex to accommodate him. Even her clit seemed to be on fire as it rested against those accursed furs.

Grug ignored her as he savored the feel of elven pussy clamping down around his cock. "Gods be damned... you're tight!" he grunted. Now that his cock was entrenched within her, he let go of her neck and placed both hands around her slender waist. Then he pulled her body back while slamming his hips forward into her.

"NO! NO! NO! NO!" Alyndra cried every time his cock drove into her so hard that the tip of his cock painfully hit her cervix each time. Tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes from the pain, shame, and humiliation of it all. She clawed at the furs, desperate to get away from him, but was pulled back every single time. Grug didn't miss a beat as he constantly and relentlessly fucked her as she struggled.

"GAH!" he finally called out, shoving his cock into her hard right as it exploded. Alyndra felt the thing swell inside of her a moment before a thick wad of orc seed blew forth into her pussy and flooding her womb. Her whole body shuddered as she felt stream after stream of his cum flow into her. She prayed to Selune to make her barren so that she wouldn't be forced to carry an orc baby within her. The price for that kind of travesty was death should any of her kin catch her pregnant with one.

When he was finally done, he backed away to allow his cock to slide out of her. Alyndra just lay there on the bed with her legs hanging off in utter defeat. She was ruined now. Even if by some miracle she ever got away, no elven man would ever have her. Her head rolled to the side and she spied Grug's axe nearby. Maybe she could have release after all. When she thought that Grug wasn't paying attention, she made a leap for it, intending to throw herself onto it in order to split her belly open. A moment of pain and then it would be all over.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Grug grabbed her by her golden blonde hair the moment she moved. She squeaked as she was dragged back and noticed at the same time her leash went taut, choking her with her own collar. "Be a good elf and behave!" he growled, throwing her back onto the bed. He then tightened up the leash so that she couldn't move far and then proceeded to lash her wrists down to the headboard as well. "There, that should keep you in place," he said with a triumphant look on his face.

Alyndra glanced down and let out a moan of despair. He was already hardening back up as he climbed onto the bed to mount her again.

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Vanya and Nyna had been bought as a pair. They'd lived next door to each other for their entire lives and when they came of age it was only natural for them that they moved in together. It came as no surprise that outsiders often thought that they were sisters. The orcs had this misconception in their head when Midpoint had been taken. They certainly looked enough alike at the same height, weight, bust size, flare to their hips and similar hair color in which one had vibrant red hair and the other had more of an auburn color.

So, again, it was no surprise to them that they were sold as a pair to an aged orc named Mol.

Mol, as it turned out, owned a tavern in the citadel town. He led his naked, docile pair of elves through the cobblestone streets to where his tavern was at. The moment they were though the doors he showed them around. "You will be responsible for cleaning the main area at all times as well as serving food and ale to my patrons," he told them. You will remain naked save for a apron to protect your skin and the collars to signify your place. Do not think of attempting to run. The warlock goblin said that they're imbued so that you can never leave the citadel. If you attempt to run I will not only flog you, but your sister as well." He grinned at their pained look of worry at each other.

"When you are not serving, you will be dancing for my patrons' entertainment," Mol said, turning and showing them the stage as well as the various tables that were large enough for them to stand on. "If you are not dancing, then you will be fucking. Do not be surprised if you are grabbed in the middle of a feast, thrown over the side of a table, and taken by one of our brave warriors." He then led them up the stairs, keeping a firm hand on their leashes. "When you have cleaned the tavern after a service, you will return up here to the slave's quarters."

Vanya and Nyna both gasped when they saw that they were not alone in their servitude. The entire second floor had multiple rooms with no doors on either side of the single hallway that led to more stairs. As they were led down the hall, they saw that there was only a flimsy, see-through curtain in the doors. Behind them they saw other elves and even some human women in the small beds. Mol led them to one of the two largest rooms at the end next to the stairs that led up. "Upstairs is my chambers. When I have need of you, you will be in there. For now, your room is here. You will sleep together, and you will host our troops here together." He pointed to the room. "Rest. You'll need it before the troops are done with the auction."

Hours passed before Mol came back for them. During that time they did nothing more than to huddle in bed together under the threadbare blanket in fear and uncertainty. He ushered them out first and then barked orders at the others to get downstairs for the evening feast. A group of five human women immediately went to the kitchen to begin food preparation while Vanya and Nyna both stood by with a trio of elven women to await the patrons. Soon, orcs started filing in, dropping gold by the goblin at the door and taking a seat.

Mol passed out serving trays and pitchers full of ale and directed the elves to start serving. He ordered Vanya and Nyna to stay together as they were to work as a pair. Much to their surprise, outside of a bit of pawing and fondling, the orcs were content to just watch them. Then they noticed that the other three were becoming more agitated as the feast went on. "What is the matter?" Nyna managed to ask one white-haired elf when she came near.

"It's going to start soon..." she whispered in a fearful voice. "It's going to start soon..."

"What?" Vanya pressed her. But the girl just shook her head and scuttled off to fetch more ale. She exchanged yet another worried look with Nyna. They were both wondering the same thing; what did she mean and how long, exactly, had she been a slave here?

That was when they heard the commotion over in the corner. Three orcs had one of the golden-haired elves down on her knees. Their leather pants were down and their large green cocks were out and pointed at the elven woman. She had a resigned look on her face as she stroked two of them off with her small, delicate hands while expertly deep-throating the third. One of the orcs quickly tired of the stroking and took matters into his own big, beefy, green hands as he dropped to his knees behind her and shoved his cock up in between her legs. Both Vanya and Nyna winced at the force behind the thrust but the golden-haired elf seemed to only wince once in pain before resuming sucking and stroking the other two.

"Oh... that..." Nyna muttered with a hollow feeling of resignation herself.

"Like what you see, elf cunt?" an orc behind them guffawed, reaching out and grabbing Vanya. Vanya squeaked and squealed in protest as he was hauled onto his lap. The orc took the pitcher of ale, calmly putting it onto his table as he ripped her apron off with the other hand. Then he pawed at her breasts. "Nice," he murmured in appreciation. "Plump, full, elven tits unlike the other three scrawny ones here."

"Bah, that's just because Mol doesn't feed 'em enough!" his buddy at the table said as he took a long draft of ale before letting out a belch. He then put his mug down and grabbed Nyna. Then, with a sweep of his arm, he cleared the table and put Nyna down on her back on top of it. He undid his pants and took out his massive cock, laying it down in between Nyna's legs over top of her abdomen and bare mound.

"Oh Goddess..." Nyna croaked as she watched, and felt, it harden on top of her. Before she could even contemplate resistance, the orc had her ankles in his hands, splaying them wide up in the air. A moment later, he speared her with his cock, making her cry out in pain and discomfort.

"Gods I love elven cunts!" the orc roared, much to the appreciation of others around him who raised their mugs in salute. "They're tights little whores each time you have them!"

"Damn straight, brother," the orc molesting Vanya agreed as he put her down onto the table right next to Nyna. A second later he was inside of her and the two orcs were fucking them in time with each other.

Vanya and Nyna looked to each other for strength and their hands joined together on the table down by their sides. They locked eyes as the two orcs fucked them hard and fast. Nyna's orc came first, blowing his load deep inside of her womb, causing her to wince as it felt almost like a gut punch. Vanya gave her a sympathetic look and squeezed her hand in support. Nyna's face became contorted as it turned to a look of shame and worry, and she wound up looking up towards the ceiling and covering her eyes with her free arm in dismay. Vanya squeezed her hand again, hard.

Then the orc taking Vanya came hard inside of her. Vanya winced at the suddenness of it and then bit her lip as her body started to tremble. A tiny orgasm quaked through her body as the orc's hard cock happened to press against her clit just right as he blew his wad into her. "Mmmmm...." she moaned as she couldn't hold her body back from the climax. Her face reddened in embarrassment while her chest went flush from passion.

They never did get a chance to get up from the table. Since they were the newest acquisitions in the center of the tavern, every orc wanted a turn with them. One by one the orcs lined up and fucked them, some of them even after they'd had their way with one of the other three elves in the room. Some of the orcs then had the human women as they were brought out from the kitchen once the meal was considered over. By the time Mol was dismissing everyone for the night, the cruel realization was that Vanya and Nyna still had to help clean the tavern, starting with the central table that was coating with orc cum and their own pussy juices.

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Myria was purchased at a very high price by an orc rancher whose land was just outside of the citadel that food from his land provided for. His name was Garekk and he wanted to make sure that he got an elven wench for his ranchers and farmers to take comfort in. Auctions for elven prisoners were rare and Garekk was pleased with his gamble to bid on one of the first ones despite the high starting price as this auction was promptly closed soon after it started. When Kerug made some kind of deal with the Elf Princess, Garekk was already on his way out with his new prize.

As he happily marched out of the citadel with a dismayed, naked, redheaded elf girl, Garekk reveled in the misery of all of his orc brethren who didn't get an elf slave. His status was immediately elevated. He paraded Myria down the road to his ranch where he told his ranchers and farmhands to be patient as they'd get to enjoy the fruits of his victory today soon enough. But first, he wanted to be the one to break her in. Garekk flung her down onto the floor and ordered her to kneel. Myria looked up at him with abject horror on her face even though she knew what was coming. Upon being captured from her village of Midpoint, she'd been taken to many an orc's bedroll to entertain them for the evening. "You're going to be a good little elf, right?" Garekk rumbled at her as he started to disrobe. "You're not going to run, are you? I hope not as I do not wish to punish you and mar that fair flesh of yours. You're worth more to me intact." He said with a smile and an implication as to what might happen if she did run.

Myria thought about it and then shook her head. Where would she go? She was a good thirty leagues into orc held territory from as far as she knew with that distance growing every day. Her home was sacked and there was an orc army between her and what could conceivably be considered 'safe lands'. If she did run, she'd probably be given over to the army as their elven whore and it would be a lot worse than being forced to entertain Garekk and his band of twenty or so, if her count was accurate.

"Good," Garekk grunted, standing before her in all of his nude orcish glory. "Now get over here and get started, woman."

With a whimper and a quivering lip, Myria did as she was told, managing to crawl over despite her tied hands. She then looked up at him in supplication before dipping her head down just enough to catch the tip of his massive cock with her lips. Myria suckled on it as it began to twitch to life, taking more and more of it into her mouth as she worked on it. Garekk reached down to pinch and fondle her breasts as she satisfied him orally.

Soon her whining and whimpering gave way to the soft sucking sounds of her nursing on his cock. She accepted her fate and no amount of crying would change it now. Myria focused on pleasing her master so that she wouldn't be punished. Inch by inch, she took more of him into her mouth and down her throat until his huge balls were slapping up against her chin. "You do this good," Garekk said, staring down at her. He pulled out of her mouth and had her lie down on the bed.

Myria turned her face away from him as she spread her legs for him. His cock pressed into her sex a moment later when he mounted her. She grimaced as his cock pushed in, splitting her wide open. An involuntary whimper-moan escaped her lips as his bulk settled down onto her and her pussy stretched to accommodate him. "

Gulk

..." she then grunted when his huge, beefy hand came down and closed around her neck, forcing her to look up at him. Their eyes locked and she had a look of total helplessness on her face as he grinned down at her.

"You see now, this is your proper place," Garekk told her as he started to move inside of her. "Elves were made to serve a superior species. This... here... is your natural state. Isn't it?" he asked. "Isn't it!" he snapped.

"Yes... master..." Myria gasped. His cock was rampaging in and out of her tight pussy and his huge pubis was smashing down on her clit. His hips were now pounding down into hers, making her bring her legs up and spread them wide to ease any discomfort. "MMMmmrgh..." she whined, red-faced from a combination of the shame, embarrassment, and passion that was raging within her.

"You're my little fuck-toy elf, aren't you?" Garekk smiled.

"Yes... master..." Myria gasped again. She had to admit it. What other choice did she have?

"You want to cum on my cock, which is a real cock, don't you?"

"Yes... master..."

"Say it, my elf bitch. I want my elven whore to admit it to her superior."

"Please, master," Myria whimpered, now subconsciously gyrating up against him. "Please, let your elf whore cum. Please, master, I want to cum on your cock..." she pleaded with him as he continued to steadily pound her.

Garekk thrust into her hard and deep. He had been close since he entered her and now that she was begging him, it sent him over the edge. His cock blew deep inside of her. Myria let out a deep, throaty moan as her eyes rolled back into her head as she came right along with him. She arched her back and lifted her hips up off of the bed to receive his orcish seed into her womb, wrapping her legs around his body as much as possible.

It had been a long time for Garekk and he'd been saving his seed for an elven bitch. He came long and hard into her pussy, his seed burrowing deep within her. It flooded her womb so much that her belly began to bulge a bit. He kept his cock buried to the hilt so that she'd take every drop into her. Her legs shook as her body shivered and twitched from the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had in her life. She never, in her wildest dreams, thought that she could cum so hard by being forced by an orc.